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"..for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new." ~~~~~~~ The crypt was illuminated by a large, round moon. A thousand candles surrounded them. And somehow, somewhere, impossibly LOUD music with a low, pulsating bass throbbed heatedly and urged them on: "You let me violate you..." She was smiling at him. Offering her throat like a bouquet of flowers. He searched her gaze, quickly ascertaining the sweet assent before he dove for the jugular. // Slayer, *sweet* Slayer...// He was drinking, and he was drinking, and he thought to himself that he couldn't ever stop- The chalice was the Holy Grail found, and he drank deeply. It was a font of power, this glorious elixir. And he did not wonder why the blasted chip was suddenly worth a rat's ass, or wasn't? He continued their clandestine embrace, his fangs clasped in her throat. She gave a gurgly sound of pleasure, half-mew and half-moan. Impossible! Spike hadn't stopped drinking, but then he realized there was no need to, because the fountain was endless- he'd already drunk enough to feed a bevy of fledglings, but her blood had not run dry. It would never run dry...Not for him. He growled in her throat. And she stirred beneath him to give herself utterly. Then he was hovering above her, feeling the lines of her nape and nude back and softness and curves of the hard, tight body. // You're positively tiny. // He smiled. // And mine. // "Yes." He blinked in surprise at her voice. Her blood was pounding in his ears, singing in HIS veins. Then he was plunging into her hot depths, *above* her, and all was slow liquid honey, and still she offered him her throat- "Spi- ike!" The shaking became more insistent. Bloody, buggery...What the fu-?! Annoying, high-pitched whine: "Well?! Didn't you miss me??" "Aww...dammit all, Harm!!!" |