Hush
by Acid Raine

"I don't see why I have to be tied up," he glowered at me. His icy blue 
eyes had me frozen for a minute. I ran my tongue over my lips which were 
suddenly oh so dry.
"It's just while I'm sleeping," I said, reluctantly leaving the vampire to 
turn out the lights.
"'s if I'd bite you anyway!" he exclaimed. My heart fell. I turned back to 
him.
"Oh you would."
"Not bloody likely!"
Truthfully, I had only tied him up to get that close to him. It meant so 
much, hand slipping slightly to touch his arm or his hand. Any small contact 
sent shivers down my spine. And besides, who's never wanted to live out the 
fantasy of tying a really sexy guy to a bed? Chair, fine whatever!
I reached over, turning the off the light and said, "I happen to be very 
biteable pal. I'm moist and delicious."
"Alright yeah fine, you're a *nummy treat*."
"And don't you forget it."

It was another one of those nights. Restless, hot, muggy. I didn't know if 
he was sleeping or awake. Hard to control the blood which seemed to have 
taken up permanent residence in my cock since he moved in with me. Granted 
that was a whole six hours ago, but that's quite a while to keep yourself 
under control.
I looked over to the vampire. He was there, eyes closed, perfectly still. 
No comforting rise and fall of the chest to tell me if he was awake. He 
looked so.....helpless. And he *was* helpless really. If I wanted to go over 
there and rip his clothes off, suck his cock until he screamed......there 
was nothing he could do about it. I shivered involuntarily, disturbed about 
how hot the thought of raping him got me. No way, that would be wrong, 
wouldn't it? Maybe a mass murderer had it coming....I pushed the thought out 
of my head in disgust. Losing morals much?

I fell asleep, it was fitful. The scent of him carried over into my dreams. 
He was kissing me, touching me. His hands were creeping gently under my 
shirt, teasing my nipples. I moaned. He whispered that it was alright. That 
he wanted me too and that this had to happen. He reached down, hands dipping 
under my boxers, taking my cock in his hands. He stroked me gently, teasing 
me, still whispering in my ear.
I woke up moaning his name, touching myself. Then, after a pause, I shot up 
in bed. Had he heard me?? I looked frantically over at the vampire, trying 
to judge whether or not he was awake.
"Spike?" I said it, but the words didn't come out. "Spike??" Louder this 
time, or at least I tried. I jumped out of bed. I forgot about how hard I 
was in a total panic. I jumped over to him and kicked him in the side. He 
woke up, his mouth moving frantically, probably spewing every 
British-irritated word that existed at me, but nothing came out. What the 
Hell was going on? I grabbed the phone and called Buffy before I realized 
how moronic it was. Someone picked up but there was no voice. I hung up with 
frustration.
He was looking at me. The corner up his mouth was turned up in an 
undisguised sneer. I swear my blood started to boil. He didn't have the 
right to make me feel like this! It didn't bother me that my friends ignore 
me and only talk about me when they need a laugh, but Spike? The de- fanged 
vampire with an attitude? The one I wanted to fuck deaf, blind and 
senseless? No way. Not fair.
He gave me a startled look. I doubt I'd ever glared that hard in my life. 
Wow I actually surprised Spike, maybe he was a little nervous now. But then 
his wary look turned to one of amusement. His gaze was focused on the 
monster attempting to free itself from my pants. Suddenly he started 
laughing. It was a strange, that soundless laugh, there was only the sound 
of the chair shifting as he moved to rest him head on his fist.
"That's it!!" I screamed it but of course it didn't come out. I started 
advancing on him and his grin faded rather quickly. The look of grim 
satisfaction on my face must have freaked him out even more because he 
started struggling almost wildly against his bonds. I came up in front of 
him and put my hands firmly on his arms, all but pinning him to the chair. 
He couldn't move, and he couldn't even make a sound. I couldn't believe I 
was doing this! This wasn't me, this was....
I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. The leer on my face was far 
from my own. If I had been thinking, the frightened look in the vampire's 
eyes would have put me off. I was scaring *Spike*?? But at that point, I was 
just amused.
I pressed my cock into him, his eyes widened when he felt how hard it was. 
"You feel that baby? That's for you, it's always been for you." There's 
something about not being able to talk that makes you say the darndest 
things.
I put my hand on his cheek, he flinched away from me. I laughed and grinned 
at him savagely before descending on his mouth. The kiss was bruising and 
claiming. I forced entry into his mouth and explored him with my tongue. I 
felt a tremor go through him, but this was different from the last one. I 
broke the kiss and looked into his lust-filled eyes. God I didn't think my 
cock could get any harder! I kissed him again, this time with even less 
abandon. And this time he kissed me back. Our tongues fought for dominance. 
I let him win, I let him plunder my mouth. I moaned and soundless moan.
He started to struggle under me. I pulled away in confusion. He looked at 
me angrily and hit the chair arm in frustration, then made a pointed gesture 
towards the bed with his head. My eyes widened as comprehension came to me. 
He smiled an evil smile. There was no way I was going to win this but 
suddenly, that didn't matter in the least.
I jumped off the chair almost reluctantly and struggled to untie him. 
Luckily, the night before I was been more concerned with fleeting touches 
than with knots that would hold. As soon as the ropes were loose he was on 
top of me, forcing me to the bed. I fell backwards and he came with me, on 
top of me, kissing me, pressing his erection against mine.
The only sound in the room was my ragged breathing as we continued to 
battle with our mouths. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down my 
cheek, arriving at my neck and began to suck slowly, driving me crazy. I 
pushed his head harder again my neck craving more. Taking the incentive, he 
grazed my neck with his teeth causing me to buck up and yell.
"More, Spike please!" All that came out was a pathetic wheezing sound. The 
smile he gave me was evil. He mouthed something which looked a lot like, "I 
could really get to enjoy this."
Then he kissed me again, but this time it was gentle. *Way* too gentle. I 
tried to grab him but he had effectively pinned my arms underneath me, so I 
was forced to succumb to his cruel torture. He ran his cold hands lazily 
down the sides of my neck, giving me a slow massage. He moved down my 
shoulders and his hands dipped under my shirt, touching that skin that was 
growing *way* too hot.
I nibbled on his bottom lip gently, sending an approving shudder down his 
body. Moved my head, trying to get access to his neck which he granted 
without hesitation. I kissed a wet trail down his neck. "Want you, need 
you," I moved my lips against his neck, hoping to convey the meaning of the 
words I couldn't say through actions. He moved to kiss me again and then 
finally, fucking finally, he ran his hands down over my chest and then back 
up, under my shirt, pulling it off. He took one of my nipples into his 
mouth, teasing it with his tongue until it was tight and hard. I was glad he 
couldn't hear me whimpering. He moved to do the same to the other one and I 
bucked up involuntarily. He pushed me back down to the bed with a firm hand 
and gave me an evil smile that just screamed "this is what you get"!
I whimpered soundlessly again, totally helpless. He moved slowly down my 
torso, leaving a trail of angel-light kisses in his wake. I thought my heart 
might have stopped when he tore off my boxers with one swift movement. His 
mouth descended slowly. My hands were free now but I was too far gone to do 
anything. Then suddenly he started to lick and kiss and massage, 
concentrating his efforts on every area of my thighs except the part that 
needed it the most. I would have screamed in frustration and in pleasure but 
I couldn't. And he knew it. Bastard. The anger overcame me again and I 
managed to regain the use of my arms, grabbing him and flipping him over so 
that I was on top of him. His look was startled but it was mixed with 
amusement. And oh yeah, lust. God, *Spike* wanted me! The sarcastic British 
master vampire actually wanted me! I lost it completely as I took his mouth 
again. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back almost passionately. 
I broke the contact for just as much time as it took to pull his shirt over 
his head and then I was back on him. Kissing, biting, taking. Finally 
skin-to-skin, my sweat made both out bodies slick. I moved to his neck 
sucking hard, tasting him. I knew he was moaning even if I couldn't hear it. 
I smiled at that, moved down to lick and bite at his shoulders. God he 
tasted good! I couldn't believe I was touching him, I'd fantasized about it 
was so long. His skin was soft and silky and oh-so-cold. God I wanted him, 
wanted to fuck him, to be inside him and claim him. I knew it wouldn't 
happen and I was right. Spike had other ideas.
He took advantage of my pause to reverse our positions again, straddling 
me. His jeans chaffed my torso, I wanted to rip them off him so bad! I 
scratched my nails down his thigh and tried to give him a pleading look. He 
leered at me and shook his head. Fuck he was enjoying torturing me *way* too 
much. Not that I wasn't enjoying it too.
I gave in, massaging my hands up and down his jean-clad thighs, waiting for 
him to make the next move. He leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss, and 
then in one swift movement, he was down my body and lying with his face 
*way* too close to my cock. He couldn't hear me whimpering and pleading for 
more. I couldn't hear him laughing. It was a pretty sweet deal.
Finally, he decided I'd suffered enough and he ran his tongue up the length 
of my cock so slowly that the tremors started again. I ran my fingers 
through his hair, trying hard not to force him down.
He teased the head of my cock, moving his tongue around in lazy circles, I 
was so close I thought I would come right there. Then suddenly he took me 
all in. I thrust upwards, almost out of surprise, and again he forced me 
back down. He held me there, completely immobile while he sucked and licked 
and bit. God! Anya doesn't have a fucking clue what she's doing! Finally I 
shot into his mouth, the scream I let out would have rocked the house.
I closed my eyes, almost unconscious. I was trembling slightly. Then 
suddenly I was rudely grabbed, flipped over onto my stomach and pulled to my 
knees. I let out another whimper. I'd never pictured this scenario like 
this. I would never admit it to Spike but I was terrified. Would he be able 
to hurt me even with the chip? I must have been trembling because he started 
to rub my back soothingly until I relaxed. Slightly.
And then the finger was there, seeking entry and I forgot all my fears, not 
to mention everything else. My mind was a void concentrating on that one 
space where Spike pushed past that tight ring and was inside me. I couldn't 
believe how good it felt. He moved his finger slowly back and forth, I 
grabbed handfuls of the sheets and clutched them so hard my hands ached. And 
then a second finger joined the first, stretching me. I thrust back against 
him, forcing them deeper. And then they were gone. I would have screamed out 
in protest. He was gone for a few seconds and I wondered if he had left and 
if this was my punishment for trying to take him against his will. But then 
he was back and the head of his lubed cock was seeking entry to my body.
I cried out without sound as he eased in. He wasn't making a huge effort to 
make it painless but he wasn't trying to hurt me either. My ragged breathing 
filled the room. It was so slow. Torture. And then I was full, I could feel 
his body against mine. He gave me a moment to adjust. It hurt, God it hurt, 
but it was him. It was Spike. It was hard to believe but I'd never wanted 
him more than in that moment.
With some difficulty I reached around and grabbed the back of his neck, 
pulling him towards me. I turned and kissed him. He pulled back and raised 
an eyebrow, said something that was probably "ready?" I swallowed and 
nodded. Turned my head so that he couldn't see before I mouthed "be gentle". 
I knew he wouldn't be, it didn't matter,
He pulled out and then thrust back in. I choked, the pain was still 
there....but God....it didn't matter any more. He moved slowly at first, 
keeping his hand on my back soothingly. Then he grabbed my hips and thrust 
started thrusting so hard I thought I would die. Pain, pleasure, so close to 
being the same thing. Every time his cock banged mercilessly on my prostate 
I cried out his name. Then he came and his seed filled me, chilling me. He 
gave one more violent thrust, pushing me over the edge again and then pulled 
out.
We collapsed on the bed, side-by-side. The room was filled with the sounds 
of ragged breathing but nothing else. I glanced over at him. What the Hell 
had just happened? I had just tried to rape someone! But....he was 
willing...so did that change anything? I continued to gaze at his face. He 
had slipped into game somewhere along the line. His eyes were closed. His 
features softened into their human guise.
The phone rang suddenly, making us both jump. I picked it up and tried to 
say hello without thinking. There was obviously no voice on the other end 
but I could hear a soft, familiar, classical piece playing in the 
background. Giles. The person on the other end hung up. I got the message. 
Time for a meeting of the scoobies. I looked over at the vampire, trying to 
think of a way to explain why I was leaving. My concerned face must have 
said it all because he just laughed his mocking laugh and motioned towards 
the stairs.
Sullenly, I pulled some clothes on and headed for the stairs, only sparing 
myself one fleeting glance back at the vampire who continued to regard me 
mockingly.

*****

Researching *sucked*. I walked back towards my house shaking my head. If we 
already knew what was happening, then why the Hell did we have to continue 
researching it? In the end I had grown more than tired of Anya's irritating 
little gestures and Willow's frantic glancing about the room that I had just 
picked up and left. I needed to see Spike. He would probably just laugh at 
me some more but I needed to see him.

Back at my house I slipped through the door quietly, not wanted to wake up 
my parents. I took a bag of blood from the fridge and heated it for Spike, 
hoping he was still there.
When I descended to the basement I found him draped over the chair, fully 
clothed (dammit) and smoking a cigarette. I was about to explode about 
smoking in the house but I realized how useless it would be and stopped.
I touched his arm and he opened his eyes. I held out the mug of blood to 
him, hoping to make a peace offering. I knew how pathetic my puppy-dog face 
must have looked but I didn't care. He smirked at me, but took it. I sat 
down on the bed facing him, I started to mouth things at him, every apology 
that came to mind. For some reason it was less embarrassing when I couldn't 
talk anyway. He regarded my over-exaggerating mouth for a moment, sipping 
his blood and then smirked again.
"You look a little silly you know."
"Hey!" I exclaimed without thinking. "You're talking!....I'm talking!"
"Very good pet," he said, taking another long drag on his cigarette.
"Okay," I started shakily, dammit now I had to really say this, "umm I'm 
sorry. You know. About what happened......I mean...trying to ra-well...take 
you when you couldn't do anything and.....well I mean...you participated 
right so that's good but-"
I went on for a while, Spike's expression growing more and more amused by 
the second, until he got tired of my ramblings and leaned over to kiss me 
firmly on the mouth. Effectively shutting me up.
"Hush pet," he said simply.
"So you mean..." I faltered, a blush creeping into my cheeks much to my 
humiliation. "You mean, maybe this could work out or something. We could do 
this again?"
Spike laughed at the child-like hope in my voice. He reached out and slowly 
stroked a finger down my thigh.
"I have to admit, don't like you much pet," he said. My heart fell. "But, 
if it's more shagging you're looking for, I'm right here."
He leered at me. I grinned. Fine, he didn't have to like me.
"Besides," he murmured, getting up and coming over to straddle my thighs. 
He ran his tongue slowly up my neck and whispered in my ear, "this time, I 
want to hear you scream."
********

End