PAIRING : Buffy/Spike

RATING : NC17

SPOILERS : light season 5, not much

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters. Nor do I own “Dragula” (Rob Zombie).

*I am just going to let loose tonight.* Buffy thought to herself on her way to a club she’d heard of, called the Optional. “I *need* to let loose tonight.” She said aloud to no one. It had been a while since she’d had some fun and a night with total strangers seemed like just what the doctor ordered. AND it helped that she had just turned twenty-one and was able to get into clubs.

She flashed the bouncer her ID and paid the fee and was inside. The music was loud, the bass was cranked, and the dance floor was hopping with… with… “Oh my God.” Buffy said, shocked. She looked around and was shocked. Half the people were naked. Most others were half-nude.

“New here, right?” a woman asked.

“Yeah.” Buffy answered, turning towards the voice to find herself staring an attractive woman with very large breasts, and peaked nipples. “Um…”

“Don’t be nervous or shy. Just be free.”

“What is this place?” Buffy asked the woman.

“You’ve never heard of it?” Buffy shook her head. “The bar is open and clothes are optional, hence the name. Owner got permits for it. Adults only. Slammin’ music, plenty of boos and plenty of people to choose. Just don’t go upstairs, unless you’re sure.”

“What’s upstairs?” Buffy asked, following the woman to the bar.

“A big orgy. There are a bunch of empty rooms. You find a couple people you like, you go on up. Twenty bucks for an hour to rent the room. Note that you rent the room and in no way does that consititute any person in this bar to accompany you, or touch you in any way.”

“Are you an owner?” She asked the woman.

“Yes. Smart girl. What’s your name?”

“B… Anne. I’m Anne.”

“Well, Anne, welcome to the Optional. What’ll it be?”

“Strawberry daiquiri, please.”

“Bruce,” the woman said to the man behind the bar, “give the girl whatever she wants, and then send her to the floor.”

Buffy looked around and saw couples that were practically having sex to the music. One girl was dancing naked between two equally naked men. Buffy swore that they were actually inside the woman. *This is incredible.* She was also very frustrated. It’d been a while. But she wouldn’t have sex with just anyone. But it *was* possible to find a nice guy. But the blonde slayer was still too self-conscious to take off her clothes, and when the drink came, she slurped it down.

Buffy had sat there watching the dance floor for an hour drinking as many daiquiri’s as the bartender brought and she was beginning to feel loose. But she still had control over her body, and thoughts. She didn’t wanna mess up again, like with Parker. And she didn’t like not being in control.

She felt like dancing. She finished her drink and headed out to find an empty pocket. But there weren’t any. Suddenly the music changed and the song she loved came on, so she plunged into the depths of the crowd. As she started to move with the fast beat, she felt a few guys gravitate towards her. She felt hands on her body, and cocks against her ass and vagina. She’d never felt so in control. They wanted her. She tossed her head back and laughed.

//Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
As they slowly turn, conquering the worm//

                She was grinding against any body, and taking their hands and rubbing them over her breasts, as she sang, “Dig through the ditches. Burn through the witches. I slam in the back of my Dragula. Dig through the ditches. Burn through the witches. I slam in the back of my Dragula.”

                Her hair tie was pulled out, and sooner than she knew what was going on, her shirt was being unbuttoned and being taken off. The cool air caressed her skin as she continued to dance.

//Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr//

                Suddenly, Buffy felt fingers sliding under her skirt, close to her wet desire. She gasped and started slowly retreating, while continuing to sing. She started moving backwards. “Dig through the ditches. Burn through the witches. I slam in the back of my Dragula.” Just then she bumped into someone and turned around. “Sorr-” She immediately put her hands over her bra-covered breasts. “Oh look, it’s Dragula.”

                “Hello, Luv. What brings you here?”

                Buffy took a second to admire Spike’s bare chest, and let her eyes wander down his torso. She was shocked when she was actually disappointed to find his jeans completely on his body. However, evidence of his arousal was apparent. But the environment could affect anyone. “Are you… drinking?”

                “Not in the way you’re thinking.”

                “Come for a quickie?”

                “Something like that, Luv. You’re shirtless.” He said, raking over her tiny frame with his eyes. He wished her bra was a little more revealing, so he might see her rosy nipples.

                “Yeah. I’m… they were going to… never mind.”

                “They were going to what, Pet?”

                “One of them was… he had his hand up my… ARG! Bye.” She turned to walk away when he caught her hand.

                “Here. Put this on. You’ll never get your shirt back.” He untied the red shirt from around his waist. “It’s my favorite shirt, so don’t go gettin’ stains on it though.”

                “No. I can’t be here. It was a mistake to come here, to stay. I didn’t realize what it was here.”

                “Relax.” Spike cooed in her ear, starting to move again with the music. “Do it, Baby. Do it, Baby. Burn like an animal.” He whispered with the music. “There’s nothin’ to it. Just dance.”

                “But they were… oh Gods, his fingers were practically… never mind that.” She said.

                “Like I’ve never felt a woman before. If you’re old enough to do it, and be here, you’re old enough to say it, Luv.”

                “Fine. His fingers were practically inside me. One more inch and… I’m leaving.”

                “Just finish this dance with me, Slayer. They won’t bother you again. They know enough not to bother me and mine.”

                “Come here often?”

                “Every night for about six months. Easy sex, free drinks. A lot more eventful than the Bronze.” He mused, looking around. “Plus the bloody air smells so sweet. Love and lust. Sex and blood.”

                “Blood?”

                “Womanly blood. Some guys dig that.”

                “You?”

                “Duh.” He said. “Now, how about we dance?” He said, pulling her hips to his, and she started to gyrate against him. He sang into her ear, “Dead I am the life, dig into the skin. Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win. Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry. Devil on your back, I can never die.”

//Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula//

                She once again lost herself in the music as he sang in her ear, and she moved with his body. Their bodies moved in sync, while she toyed with her hair and ran her fingers up his chest. She was very aroused at the moment, the whole scene getting to her. And suddenly she felt cool fingers, under his shirt (which he was glad had been left conveniently unbuttoned.) He pushed it aside, and ran his hands over her lace-covered breasts.

                She gasped, when she felt his cool tongue licking the column of her throat. Only *she* knew how truly erotic that part of her body was to him. She was the only one who knew his secret. He was the only one who knew hers.

//Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula//

                She started ‘twisting’ her way to the floor as her body followed what the music was telling her to do. Suddenly she realized she was practically on her knees in front of Spike, with the music and the vampire cheering her on. “Do it, Baby. Do it, Baby.” And she did.

                She kept moving her upper body as she kneeled in front of him. She reached up and unzipped his jeans. He helped her push them down and kept moving as his cock bobbed in front of her face. “Do it, Baby. Do it, Baby.” And he growled as she sucked his cock into her mouth.

                *Fuck. The slayer’s mouth is on my fucking cock, sucking me in the middle of a dancing crowd.* He thought. It was his dream come true. He’d wanted her for so long, but after everything that happened, he never thought she’d ever want him. So he’d left Sunnydale. But now she was in New York City for some reason. And she was sucking his dick in front of a roomful of strangers. And by the way she was moaning, she was liking it.

                *What the hell am I doing?* She thought. She hadn’t seen him in a half a year, at least, and she was sucking on his rock hard, delicious penis in the middle of a room full of strangers. She stood up suddenly. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I can’t do this.”

                She started to walk away, and he *wasn’t* about to let her go this time. “NO! Slayer, wait!”

                “What?”

                “We’ll take it slow.” He whispered in her ear, as his tongue grazed her lips. “Start fresh. Hi, I’m Will.” He said, extending a hand to her.

                “Anne. Pleased to meet you.”

                “You too. Would you care to dance, Luv?”

                “Sure.” He pulled her close and inhaled the scent of her hair.

                *He’s smelling my hair.* She thought. She looked up into his eyes and they were filled with desire, and love. LOVE!

                “Spike?” She asked.

                “What?”

                “How long have you wanted me?”

                It was just like that night with Sessile. But this was his chance. And it wasn’t like anyone could bite him the neck now. He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “All my life.”

                And she needed to hear it so bad, and needed to feel needed. She crushed her lips to his in a searing kiss. Her hands slid down his body and took his cock. She started stroking, and pumping him as she felt his fingers at the zipper of her skirt. Before she knew it, she’d slid if off and was left with her heels on, and his red shirt. He’d managed to get her bra off. He was standing naked, still dancing to the music, erection bobbing proudly.

                “Gods, I need you.” She whimpered. “I need to forget.” She said with a simple tear.

                He had no idea what was wrong, but he didn’t wanna take her in the middle of the dance floor, not when she was clearly a little unstable. “Let’s go upstairs, Luv.”

                “My place.” She whimpered. “A couple blocks from here.”

                “Let’s hurry.” He said, gathering his clothes, and throwing his duster around the tiny slayer.

//Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula//

                They kissed ferociously on the way to her place, and she had jumped onto him, her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her up the stairs, and her fingers fumbled absently at the lock. “Come in, Spike.” She whispered.

                He slammed the door behind them, as passion consumed them both, and he threw her onto the bed. She took the duster off, revealing her naked body, and gleaming sex. He never imagined she would look that beautiful, naked and waiting for him, her eyes filled with desire and lust.

                He shed his clothes quick and was hovering over her in an instant. He started kissing down her body, but she pulled his lips to hers and kissed him. “Inside me now. Hard and fast. Foreplay later.”

                He obliged, thrusting into her tiny frame hard, and fast, like she’d said. And fuck she was bloody tight. “Cor, Pet… you feel so good. Squeeze me, Luv.” He ordered. “Show me your muscles.” And she did. He felt like he would pop, as he started pounding into her.

                She flipped them over, and began riding him, hard and fast, pushing him deep inside her. His hands were on her hips, guiding her onto his thick cock, while her muscles squeezed him inside her. “Fuck…” she whimpered. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. She needed to hurt, in order to forget. She needed to feel something other than empty inside. Spike somehow was filling that need, as she rode him.

                *She’s gotta be hurtin’ herself.* He thought, as it was hurting him, and it wasn’t *inside* him. But for some reason, she needed to do this, so he thrust into her and let her find her own pleasure. He knew he’d come eventually. Hopefully inside her. He wanted to fill her. He wanted to leave a part of him inside her.

                “My clit…” she whimpered. “Please… my clit.” He slid his fingers between them and found the aching bud. He toyed with it until she was trembling and shaking, and he gave it a good squeeze, which sent her tumbling over the edge. He felt her squeeze, and heard her hiss in pleasure and he vamped out immediately.

                Suddenly, he found himself with a mouthful of breast, with skin which had been pierced on his fangs. Blood was trickling out, and he latched onto it (happily rewarded the chip didn’t go off.)

                *Gods.* She’d never felt that during sex. It was incredibly. For the first time ever, she felt truly complete, truly safe. And for the first time in a year, she felt full, not empty.

                She felt him spurting his cool semen into her body, and readily accepted, not that anything bad could happen anyway. And it felt good to be filled by her new lover. When he stopped moving underneath her, she collapsed on top of him, his penis still buried inside her.

                “Why are you in New York, Pet?” He asked, after much needed silence.

                “I needed to get away from it all. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t fight demons and vampires anymore. I… the other slayer took over the Hellmouth. I just couldn’t stay there.”

                “Why not?”

                “My mom, she died. Riley left me. He’d rather be drained by a couple vampire whores, than stay in *my* bed. That’s fine. It doesn’t bother me as much as…”

                “What?”

                “My sister, she wasn’t my sister. She was magically put there so I could protect her. But things got hard, and we needed more help with the Hellmouth. Angel sent the other slayer. She’d gotten out of prison and he wanted us to forgive her. But things went from bad to worse when I found out her and Angel were lovers. He’d rather have her, than me. I don’t know, maybe because she knows what it’s like to kill someone. Who knows? Things were just harsh. My brain was gonna fry. After Mom died, and Dawn was taken back where she belonged, there was nothing. Willow had Tara, and they moved away. Xander and Anya were close to Faith. I had to leave. It hurt too much to stay.”

                His heart sank. She was still hung up on Angel. “Spike?” She asked.

                “Yeah?”

                “Being with you tonight was different.”

                “What do you mean?”

                “It was nice, I mean, it was better than nice. I feel like… I feel happy.” She said, as he rubbed her back, and smelled her hair. “And I haven’t felt that in a very long time, *too* long a time. I don’t want it to end.”

                “Then don’t let it, Luv.”

                “I don’t know what I feel for you, Spike.”

                “Do you wanna find out, Buffy?”

                “You said my name.”

                “Yeah, well, post-orgasmic bliss gets me kinda ‘wiggy’.” He said, using a word he picked up in the clubs. “Well? Do you?” He asked, hoping beyond all hopes she said yes.

                “Yeah, I think I do.”

                “Then stay right here, with me, in my arms. We’ll figure it out together.”

                “Okay.” She said. “I like it here. It’s safe.” She smiled against his chest and laughed.

                “What?” He asked his lover.

                “Something stupid I was going to say.”

                “Say it.”

                “I was just going to ask, if you’ll be my Dragula.”

                “Nothing from your mouth is stupid, Luv. And I won’t be, because I already am.” He smiled. “Now, didn’t you say something about foreplay later?”

~El Fin~