Title: Past Imperfect 9/?
Author: Ruby
E-mail: ruby_113@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-16
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Summary: Spike has had a slight mental adjustment.
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Spike leaned against the headboard of the bed and wrapped his arm around Willow, pulling her close as she licked the last traces of blood from the wound on his neck.Back to Fan Fic"Better, luv?" he asked.
"Almost," she answered softly.
He smiled and drew her lips to his as her hands fumbled with the buckle on his belt. He pushed them away and pulled down the zipper that ran along the front of her grey jumpsuit. He pulled the fabric aside, his eyes moving over her soft, pale flesh
"They didn't hurt me," she told him, reading his thoughts. "One of them was almost nice to me. I could have liked him."
His eyes flared angrily, "Taking you away from me didn't hurt?"
She put her hand on his cheek, "Of course it did. It was supposed to. They knew you'd come after me. I prayed you would. Being separated from you is agony, Spike."
He nuzzled her palm and lowered his mouth to hers, tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue for a moment before indulging in the sweet warmth of her mouth. He slid down on the bed, pulling her with him and rolling her gently under him to press the length of his body over hers. He moaned softly into her mouth as she sucked lazily on his tongue.
"I love you," she whispered easily. "So much."
He peeled the loose garment off of her, kissing her shoulders and neck, and she lifted herself up to allow him to slide the jumpsuit off her body. He raised himself long enough to shed his own clothes before moving back down to claim one soft, rosy nipple. Willow murmured her pleasure, and he parted her legs with his knee. She arched into him as he slid into her heat and lay still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her walls embracing his shaft.
"Spike," she pleaded, gripping his ass with her hands and grinding against him. "Don't go slow. I need you."
He smiled down at her before taking her lips in a hard, hungry kiss. He thrust into her with deep, quick strokes, and her body responded immediately. Her blunt teeth grazed the small wound on his neck, nipping carefully, until a thin rivulet began to flow. She suckled at it as the tightness in her womb started to build.
Sensing her impending climax, Spike's experienced fingers toyed with her clit, and her head dropped back against the pillow as she keened softly under him. He lowered his head to his marks on her neck and drank as he felt her walls tightening around him. He exploded inside her, snarling her name, and Willow's body surrendered to her mate's. She cried out his name as his cool seed bathed her hot core, and he placed calming kisses along her eyelids and cheeks as her body slowly relaxed.
He lowered himself to the bed, and her arms slid around him, clinging to his hard body as she rested her head against his chest. He stroked her hair softly, then placed his hand against her cheek to brush his thumb over her skin with a gentle thumb. She sighed in contentment and tilted her head to look up at him.
"All better now," she whispered.
"For awhile," he grinned.
"Smug bastard," she laughed softly. "Will I ever get enough of you?"
"Nope."
"Good," she smiled and ventured another peek at him. "Will you ever get enough of me?"
He shook his head and placed a kiss on her forehead, "Never, baby."
Reassured, she snuggled into his arms and drifted to sleep under his soft caresses.
***
""They've been in there for ages," Buffy muttered, shooting another glance toward the hallway. "What the hell could they possibly be doing? And I didn't just ask that question. Didn't even think it. Definitely don't want to talk about it."
"That's the first sensible thing you've said in two hours," Giles pointed out and dropped down onto the sofa.
"Hey, guys," Willow's soft voice caught their attention as she and Spike appeared at the end of the hall.
Buffy's eyes settled on the small wounds on the redhead's throat, an instinctive reflex she wondered if she'd ever be able to control
"How are you feeling?" Willow asked in an attempt to draw the slayer's attention away from Spike's marks.
"Much better," Buffy nodded. "I should be asking you that question, though."
She shook her head, "They didn't hurt me, other than the misery of being separated from Spike."
The slayer looked over at Giles, "Isn't there some way to break this bond? A spell or a curse or something?"
"No," he answered. "It really is permanent, Buffy--"
"I don't want it broken," Willow told them. "Even if you could, I wouldn't want that."
"You like having him attached to your neck?" Buffy asked incredulously.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."
"You wouldn't have said that before," the slayer asserted.
"This isn't before. It's now," Willow shrugged.
"But--"
"Buffy," Giles stopped her. "It doesn't matter, anyway. They're bound to each other, whether you like it or not."
"Were you able to find out who those men were?" Willow asked the watcher. "Why were they so determined to go after Spike?"
"It took a fair bit of prodding, and my source at the university wouldn't explain how he knew, but yes, I did get some answers."
The redhead took Spike's hand and led him around to an armchair. He sat down, pulling her onto his lap.
"Tell us," Willow requested.
"The young men in the group all grew up in Sunnydale," Giles began. "Apparently, not everyone here pulls their window shades at night and turns a blind eye to what goes on in this town. But I suppose that would have been pretty difficult, even if they'd wanted to. When he was in high school, the leader of the group--Jordan--found his girlfriend lying dead in an alley with her throat ripped out. She was just sixteen years old. She'd been drained and discarded like so much garbage."
"Sixteen? That must have been years ago," Buffy said.
Giles nodded, "That isn't the kind of memory time would tend to erase, though, is it? The chap at the university said Jordan and his friends were intelligent young men. They knew they couldn't possibly fight Sunnydale's vampires with brute strength. So, they decided to find another method."
"A drug that suppresses violent tendencies," Buffy murmured, recalling Giles' explanation.
"Exactly," he nodded. "And given enough time, just the thought of biting into a human would become abhorrent to the vampire. He'd literally starve himself to death before he'd inflict that on anyone. The only problem was that they hadn't perfected the drug. It took too long for the effects to become permanent. They were determined to get it right, though, which is why they wanted Spike.
"They honestly thought their little group could destroy all the vampires in Sunnydale?" the slayer asked. "Even if they had perfected the drug, the vamps would have hunted them down and killed them before they ever--"
"There are more of them than you know," he told her. "Jordan's lot broke away from the main group, but--"
"Main group?" she interrupted him. "How many of them are there?"
"Dozens," he answered. "But Jordan's group had a disagreement, of sorts, with the others. Jordan felt the main group was moving too slow, and the main group wouldn't sanction Jordan's experiments. They felt it would take too much time and attention away from their own. When Jordan and his partners couldn't convince them that their idea would work, they set out to prove them wrong."
"But why Spike? Why not just go after another vampire to use as their guinea pig?" Xander asked.
"He's a Master vampire. Imagine what the main group's reaction would have been when Jordan told them they had effectively altered Spike's mind--permanently. They couldn't possibly have ignored results like that."
"Okay, so what about this main group? Are they still together?" Buffy asked.
"The man I spoke with wouldn't say, one way or the other. Which I took to mean yes," Giles answered.
"Is Willow still in danger?" Xander wanted to know.
"I don't think so," the watcher shook his head. "He seemed truly horrified to learn what Jordan's group had done. He said the main group would be appalled to learn a human being had been endangered."
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'd like to track down this group and find out exactly what they're up to," Buffy decided.
"There will be time enough for that later, best to let it go for awhile," Giles advised and looked sympathetically at Willow. "These two have been through a hell of an ordeal. Let's let things return to normal for now, and give them a chance to adjust to their new--situation."
"What about classes, Will? You aren't giving them up, are you?"
"No," the redhead answered. "But I'm afraid you're going to have to find a new roommate. I'm moving in with Spike."
"That's a little extreme, isn't it?" Buffy argued.
"Yeah," Xander agreed with a sly grin. "Can't he just drop by your dorm room every now and then for a quick suck and f--"
Buffy gasped loudly and clapped a hand over his mouth, "On second thought, maybe moving out is a better idea. I mean, we'll still see each other all the time, and if he tries to hurt you--"
Spike rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed, "I have no intention of hurting her."
"Good," she snapped. "Because I'd stake your dead ass."
"Has anyone else noticed," Xander spoke, breaking the tension that had suddenly descended on the room, "that Buffy seems to have developed a fixation for Spike's ass?"
Willow laughed out loud at the slayer's furious blush, "She has? Since when?"
"Since earlier, when the two of you were back there, doing--whatever it is that you do--which, frankly, I'm just as happy not knowing about. Let's see; I think her exact words were--"
"Xander!" Buffy shouted and pushed him toward the door. "You're walking me home. Now."
Giles looked on in amusement as Spike and Willow exchanged a curious look. She scrambled off his lap, and he grabbed her hand as they bolted after them.
"Wait up!" Willow's voice drifted back through the open door. "I want to know what she said about Spike's ass!"
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