New Rules, New Games
For a long moment, Spike was silent, and Buffy doubted that he was
seeing her even if his eyes were on her. He looked lost in his
thoughts, and she wondered what it was exactly that he was thinking. At
the same time, she was anxious to finally know how he would answer her
question.
And this anxiety, this fear, was something she didn’t understand. She
wasn’t afraid of Spike, and had never been, neither before nor after he
sired her. So why was she afraid now? She tried to search her own mind
for the source of that fear, but all she came up with was that it
seemed very much linked to her demon. It wasn’t Spike she was afraid
of. It was her Sire. It was what he would choose to do as such. It
somehow seemed to go along what Angel had said – her demon expected
certain things, and it certainly seemed like these things weren’t all
pleasant. It also reminded her of the one recent time when he had
asserted his status with her. His actions that night, however unusual,
had yet felt like a normal reaction to her, and she could only suppose
that her demon had recognized them as regular vampire relationships
patterns.
Finally, Spike’s attention seemed to return to her, as his hand slid from her chest to her face, cupping her chin gently.
“I never had a Childe before you,” he said softly, “in part because
having a Childe involves a lot of work, and I just didn’t have the
time, the patience or the interest to teach anyone anything, much less
the lore. I just don’t care about it, and that’s also why I never
taught it to you. But that’s still something that is part of us, part
of what being a vampire is. And it may help you understand better what
we are. As well as understand your prey when you slay.”
Did she want that? Did she need to understand her prey? Wouldn’t that
make slaying more difficult, if she came to feel that other vamps were
just like her? She kept her doubts for herself, though. If that was all
he did to assert himself as her Sire, then she didn’t have to worry…
“That’s just one thing,” he continued, and Buffy wondered what else was
coming. “Another thing I have decided is this. I will not let you
starve yourself again.”
She was about to protest, but a stern look told her he wasn’t done.
“I know you don’t think it’s starving since you don’t feel hungry. But
bloodlust or not, if you don’t feed, you’ll starve. There’s no arguing
of that. So every time I feed, you will feed too. And you will do so
without me reminding you. If I have to remind you, I won’t give you a
choice, and I will punish you. And I’ll make sure there’s someone to
witness it when I do.”
Buffy gritted her teeth and tried to remain calm at the word ‘punish’.
She didn’t know many details about Spike’s relationship with his own
Sire, but she knew enough to hope never to be punished as he had been.
“What kind of punishment?” she asked inexpressively.
A very weird grin curled Spike’s lips. “Something you wouldn’t enjoy anyone seeing.”
The grin disappeared quickly, replaced by a very serious look.
“And if it gets to that, I expect you to remember that I’m your Sire
before I’m your Mate or husband. I would hate dominating you like that,
but if you don’t leave me a choice, I will, and you will give me the
respect you owe to your Sire.”
Again, Buffy wasn’t exactly pleased, but she had expected as much, so
she managed to keep quiet. It sounded as if he wouldn’t play the power
game unless she made him do it, so she just would have to keep in line.
She could do that. Or at least, she hoped she could.
“And finally you will hunt with me.”
Her eyes widened in surprise as she stared at him. He couldn’t mean…
He stifled her rising protests by lowering himself to her and claiming
her mouth in a deep kiss. She didn’t want to let him get away with
that, he couldn’t just say such a thing and expect her to accept it
without a word…
Except… he did expect it, didn’t he? That was the whole purpose of this
talk. To let her know what was going to change in their relationship,
to supposedly make her feel better, make her accept the demon.
He pulled away from her mouth with a soft growl.
“How am I supposed to seduce you if you keep brooding?”
A dozen
answers came to Buffy’s mind, and most of them would have put an immediate stop
to the seducing in question. Did she want that, though? They hadn’t been apart
very long, but she had missed him. And she trusted him, enough to accept his
decisions about her even if she didn’t really agree with them, enough to give
him the benefit of the doubt and try. Maybe it was time to show him that. The
fact that the alternative was simply him commanding her to do as he wished was
just an incentive to keep the newly returned peace between them intact. She was
also vaguely aware that it wasn’t really like herself to just accept all this
without a word, but at the same time some part of her was screaming that this
was all normal, right, and what she needed. So she swallowed her protests and
fears, determined to try not to let them interfere now.
“How about you let me do the seducing?” she finally asked with a coy batting of her eyelashes.
A fleeting look of surprise ran through Spike’s face, soon replaced by
delight. He lowered himself to her once more, barely brushing his lips
to hers, before rolling their bodies over so that she was now lying on
top of him.
“You may seduce me, Childe,” he said with a smirk, as if granting a privilege.
Her first impulse was to roll her eyes at the tone he had used. But
something in her, that sounded a lot like the demon’s voice, pointed
out that, yes, it was a privilege, that for a Childe to gain this kind
of power over her Sire was indeed a gift, even if she had never seen it
so before. For a brief instant, she was scared once more, this time
because the demon seemed so close to the surface that she could think
its thoughts. She pushed once more the fear aside. Maybe all this Sire
and Childe talk had simply roused the demon, maybe… it didn’t matter.
Not now. Right now all that mattered was seducing Spike.
“Thank you, Sire,” she replied as meekly as she could, and stifled a
chuckle at the startled look on his face. She wasn’t the only one who
needed to get used to the game, she thought with some amusement.
Kneeling astride his jean-clad thighs, she trailed tiny kisses on his
chest, slowly exploring each inch of his quivering flesh. A quick look
up showed that he had locked his hands behind his head, and had closed
his eyes. As she reached his shoulders, her kisses turned into small
licks, and she paid particular attention to the century old scars on
the side of his neck. A soft purr encouraged her, and she kissed her
way up to his mouth.
Her lips stroked his, softly but insistently, until he parted them for
her. Her tongue slid in, and she was startled by the unmistakable
flavor that greeted her. Sire’s blood. He had probably sliced his
tongue on his own fang while she was too occupied to notice. She tried
to ignore the two distinct voices that suddenly assaulted her, one
requesting more of Spike’s blood, the other urging her to refuse it,
and simply continued kissing him.
Where her body pressed against his, she could feel his growing
erection, and slid a hand between them to undo his jeans fastenings. He
hissed into the kiss when her hand wrapped around him, and she pulled
back, once more trailing kisses over his torso, until she reached his
cock. She bestowed it a quick lick, which brought forth another hiss.
Scrambling off the bed, she pulled his jeans off him, then divested
herself of her own pants, before crawling back up. The two voices were
still raging, a loud and annoying buzz, now, and she thought she knew
the perfect way to silence them both. Straddling his waist, she took
hold of him, and slowly, oh so slowly, guided him inside her.
“Always so perfect…”
She wasn’t sure which of them said these words. She wasn’t even sure
they had been said out loud, and were not simply her thoughts.
She was about to start moving when Spike took hold of her hips and
rolled them over at the same time as he thrust into her. She had a
small gasp of surprise, followed by a groan as he leaned on one elbow
and fastened his mouth to her breast. All thoughts disappeared as she
lost herself in the rhythm and sensations he was creating.
After a few instants, he pulled back, giving himself more leverage, and
her eyes locked to his. She accompanied his dance, made it theirs, and
soon his eyes were gleaming gold. His pace slowed down, but not the
force of his thrusts, and he lowered himself to her again, claiming her
mouth once more. The insistence of his tongue caresses to the sensitive
spots just where her fangs hid gave a clear message, especially when he
was already in game mask, and she complied and brought the demon visage
to the front. Immediately, the two voices were loud again, one
triumphant, the other enraged, but she was too close to care, her body
humming with pleasure as she walked a fine line, ready to fall any
second now...
A quick lap against the mating scar on the side of her neck had her
shuddering. A hint of teeth, and she whimpered. A last thrust – so deep –
accompanied by his fangs plunging seemingly just as deeply in her, and
she was finally falling over the edge with him, pleasure coursing
through her body until she was sure she would pass out.
And then as the waves slowly receded she realized… he wasn’t taking her
blood. His fangs were still in her, but he wasn’t drinking. Just…
waiting? At the same second, she remembered and understood.
Every time I feed, you will feed.
If she didn’t do it now, without him prompting any more than he already
was, she just had this feeling that she would discover what kind of
punishment he had been talking about. And she had absolutely no wish to
know.
Just as Spike was about to give up and order her to do it, she finally
sank her fangs at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and
immediately started pulling on his blood. Suppressing a relieved sigh,
he retracted his fangs from her flesh and participated actively in the
sharing. He purred softly as he delighted in the always so powerful
blood of his Slayer, but was careful not to take too much, unsure as to
when she had last fed. He could feel her trembling under him, until she
let go of his flesh and let out a breathless moan. Slayer blood was a
treat, but it still wasn’t as satisfying as Sire’s blood. Licking the
punctures on her neck slowly until they stopped bleeding, he rolled
them to their sides, still joined in the most intimate embrace, and
held her tight to his chest.
As the blissful sensations slowly ebbed away, leaving a deep
contentment, he could only be thankful that she hadn’t forced him to
force her. Thankful, because he didn’t have the first clue about what
the promised ‘punishment’ would have been, had she not initiated the
bite by herself. He hoped that the threat in itself would be enough to
make her feed properly without his direct intervention. That had always
been something Darla, as well as Angelus liked – to have their
respective Childer do their bidding without them needing to say a word.
That had also been one of Spike’s favorite ways to annoy his Sire, when
he was in a… playful mood. Hopefully, Buffy wouldn’t be as ‘playful’ as
her own Sire had been…
He chuckled softly at the thought, and his Slayer cracked open one eye.
“Why laughing?” she asked sleepily.
“Just a silly thought, luv,” he replied with a tender kiss to her forehead. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
She tucked her head under his chin, and he was letting himself drift
into sleep when she spoke again. Not sleepy at all, this time.
“Why is Manon’s scent in this room?”
She pulled away from him slightly, and her eyes were sparkling with
gold, now. Spike watched the display and was unable to hide a small
smile. He couldn’t remember her being jealous like this ever before.
Because yes, she was unmistakably jealous. Over the scent of a kid who
had once fancied him. He took a deep, purposeful breath through his
nose, and, despite having changed the bed linens, could still pick up
the girl’s lingering scent, as well as the two other kids’ who had
slept here the night before. She wasn’t mentioning them, though. Just
Manon. Interesting.
“She slept in here last night,” he said calmly, curious as to what she was reply to that.
The answer was immediate. Her sparkling eyes turned completely gold.
“Why?” she asked mildly.
He repressed a laugh. “Are you questioning your Sire, Childe?” he asked as sternly as he could manage.
She froze in his arms, and he wondered if he had pushed it too far.
“No, Sire, I am not,” she replied with a semblance of meekness after a few seconds, but there was indeed a question in her eyes.
Smiling at her, silently thanking her for playing her part, he kissed her forehead again.
“’Left the bed to the kiddies last night,” he murmured against her hair. “Since I wasn’t going to sleep anyway.”
“I didn’t sleep either,” she said softly, snuggling back closer to him. “Missed you too much.”
“Missed you too, luv.”
Feeling more content and warm that he had in the last few weeks, Spike
started purring softly. His contentment only deepened when, after an
instant, Buffy’s purr joined his for the first time in weeks.
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