And then he came to me. His hair and eyes were dark and they had a playful 
secretive look about them as if he knew something that the world would die 
to hear. His smile was mischievous and implike. So very tempting. The whole 
of him was so deliciously evil that it made me want. It had been a long time 
since I had wanted.

"Did I keep you waiting?" he whispered, taunting me, feeling my want.
"Not long enough," I murmured as he stretched himself across my lap, 
resting his head on my shoulder and exposing his neck to me.

I ran my finger along the deep blue vein in his neck and felt him tremble 
at my touch. Despite his bravado I could smell his fear. And his want. I 
licked the sweat from his neck and whispered "Are you ready?"

"Yes," he moaned quietly, and with that I sank my teeth in and began to 
drink. He cried out in pain and pleasure as the blood was drained from him. 
My hand crept slowly up his thigh and I continued to feed. I unbuttoned his 
jeans and pulled them off and then pulled my fangs from his neck leaving him 
only half dry. He moaned in protest until I leaned down and sank my teeth 
into the tender flesh of his thigh and began to drink while I stroked his 
hard cock at an agonizingly slow pace. He cried out weakly. He was so close. 
So close to death, so close to climax and it was as if he couldn't decide 
which he wanted more.

Abruptly I withdrew and took in with satisfaction the crazed look of 
weakness and desire in his eyes. "Spike...." he whispered. I drew a blade 
across my neck and pushed the wound against his soft mouth. He came as my 
blood flowed into him, the scent of his semen made me groan with desire. The 
heat in my body rose to an almost unbearable high as he fed from me until, 
much too soon, I was forced to push him away. His lifeless form toppled off 
of me and onto the floor and I lay back in my chair panting and still 
painfully aroused. It seemed like hours later that he lifted his head and 
gazed at me through new eyes.

"Thank you master, for giving me this gift."

I just leered at him as he pulled the most beautiful and evil game face 
that I had ever seen. Some people were just born to be vampires.
"Is it time to kill the slayer?" The excitement in his voice was an amusing 
contrast to the bloodlust written across his face.

"Not yet pet," I laughed, "that's still a bit above you. Though you did 
manage to shag her which is really quite impressive if you ask me."
He slid towards me on his knees and put his chin on my thigh. "She's 
nowhere near as good as you are," he whispered. I leered at him again but 
then my expression grew serious.

"Don't you ever try that shit with me Parker, not like you did with her," I 
growled. "You're mine. If you leave me like you did her I'll hunt you down 
and make you wish you'd never learned why they call me Spike. I swear it."
"I won't," he said, the menace in my voice not phasing him. "I'm yours, 
like you said." And with that he opened my jeans and took my into his mouth. 
I leaned back and sighed. Perhaps not one of the most intelligent vampires 
I'd ever sired, but as long as this lasted, it was going to be good.

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