Title: Secrets Don't Make Friends (Pt 7-Magick for Everyone)
Author: DivaDelilah (divadelilah@aol.com)
Description: Set in late Season 4, after Faith has body switched and is in prison.
Adam isn't in play, Spike is working with the Scoobies reluctantly.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the moldy stuff in my fridge. Joss, Mutant
Enemy, and Fox own all…I'm just daydreaming.
Distribution: Fanfiction.net, assorted lists, and anything I okay. (like you'd
want it!)
Feedback: It's the cheesiest!
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Willow was putting out the candles and incense miserably, the soot and grime
from the spell coating her face and everything else in the yard. "I don't
understand Giles! I said the words exactly right. I know I did. I've been taking
Latin this year simply to learn how to pronounce things for spells. Tara, tell
him," she whined.
Giles stood in the blackened mess of his backyard and cleaned his glasses in
an effort not to scream at the young witch. While Tara was incredibly accomplished
at spellcasting for someone of her age, Willow was still learning to unleash
what Giles considered to be an intense power within her. And consequently, frequent
mishaps like this were becoming more commonplace than not. Which is why he had
almost ordered Willow to allow him and Tara and Anya to do the spell without
her once Anya had returned. When she had begged, he'd relented. And now, this…
"Willow. I have told you before. Even an incorrectly accented syllable
can completely alter a spell's intent. You quite clearly put emphasis on the
wrong syllable in a word within the final chant," he said patiently, trying
to reign in his temper.
"No, I didn't! Our teacher pronounced it like this…" Willow
began, only to be cut off by Anya.
"Actually, she had a lot more screw-ups than that, Giles. She said a completely
different word than what was written twice. I wonder if that will change the
spell any? Once I tried to give a guy boils on his…but I said two of the
words backwards and I ended up making his head explode. But I was only a novice
demon then," Anya said matter-of-factly.
Giles looked at the charred mess, the equally sooty girls, and then back at
Anya. "What words did she screw-up Anya?" he asked quietly, knowing
this could full well have caused a number of things to happen to Buffy, and
none that he could think were beneficial. He gave Willow a look that reduced
her to a babbling mess of tears, and Tara took her inside.
"Well, I'm not sure but I think it probably gave someone a birds eye view
of the Slayer's thoughts… like a movie. But I can't be sure whom Willow
sent it to. Usually, slayers have so many ingrained mental wards that only a
very few people who have been close to them can see through. And I've only seen
it done so one slayer could see the death of the one before her…"
Anya said fidgeting nervously. "And there's no other slayer alive now…
so it couldn't be that."
Giles heart went cold as Anya explained, and he almost missed Xander coming
out the back door yelling something. He shook his head and turned to the teen,
"What did you say?"
"I said, I've lost them. I went to the bathroom… and now they're
both gone. Buffy and Spike have disappeared."
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Spike stirred in his sleep, his arms tightening around the slight form next
to him, his lips rooting against her neck, licking her pulse point lovingly.
His cock hardened as he felt her powerful blood running through her veins, and
he groaned, his eyes opening a crack. Her blood was calling to him, inticing
him like ambrosia, and his features started to change. He drew in a deep breath,
trying to reign in the demon screaming within him. When he opened his yellow
eyes, Buffy was looking up at him, her wide hazel eyes trusting.
She lifted her leg up over his hip, scooting her fiery body up to his cool
one. He groaned again as he realized she was totally naked, and becoming quickly
aroused. Her dainty little hands grew aggressive, tearing his jeans from the
hem instead of unzipping them, and lifting his steely cock towards her dripping
center. When he entered her, a guttural cry escaped her lips and she ripped
his shirt, baring his cool chest for her burning kisses. He watched her eyes
grow dark as he bucked into her steadily, and she whimpered as they both reached
the peak. Spike felt himself teeter on the edge with her, ready to come until
she did the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.
Buffy turned her head to the side, baring her neck, and brought his lips to
her pulse. "I don't think the chip will go off if you don't mean to hurt
me. Just don't take too much and drinks are on me," she whispered huskily.
Her pelvis arched into his and he couldn't resist.
His fangs pierced her skin quickly, and her body convulsed in ecstasy as soon
he began to drink. His dick just about exploded as the first drops of her blood
hit his tongue, and he milked her only for the duration of his orgasm before
he slipped his fangs out and licked the wounds until they closed. His body shook
from the exquisite feeling, and he whispered sotto voce so the slayer couldn't
hear, "Mine," as his tongue lapped at the wound he'd placed purposely
over Angel's.
"Yours," she whispered back, ducking her head into his chest.
Spike's head whipped up so quickly he'd've broken his neck if he were human.
"What did you say?" His yellow eyes widened in disbelief; his shock
was so great that his demon refused to retreat. First, Buffy let him drink
from her, when he wasn't even poisoned, and then she let him claim her. Did
she even know what that meant in the vampire world?
"Yours," she repeated. When it was apparent that Spike was tongue
tied, she smiled softly at him. "And yes, I know what that means. I know
you didn't mean for me to hear you claim me…but I did. A-Angel never did
that, you know. He thought…he thought I didn't know about that whole deal
with vampires and their mates. I do, though. And…," she drew out,
"I can't wait for my chance to claim you." Her voice dropped to a
sultry whisper as she nibbled on his neck, her blunt teeth causing his softening
cock to jump in response.
His face slid back into it normal features as he stared, slack jawed at the
woman who could not have uttered a more perfect response to his question. In
fact, this entire exchange was up there on his top three list of the greatest
things that had happened to him in his hundred and twenty five years. He still
had no idea how to express the feelings coursing through his veins, so he kissed
her with the most passion he'd ever put into a kiss in his unlife.
Buffy smiled as the kiss broke, her hands guiding his face down to her neck,
trusting him to bury his face there now as they cuddled. He crawled on top of
her again, his teeth nipping here and there, licking his brand like a happy
pup. A laugh escaped Buffy's lips; she'd never seen Spike so playful and carefree.
He grinned, pinning her wrists down on the couch as she giggled, and finally
he spoke.
"Don't enter this lightly, girl. I tend to be a bit…clingy, they
tell me. I spent a century with Dru and we never claimed one another. Once I've
claimed you, there's no turning back, especially if the situation becomes mutual.
It's almost magickal how when I go anywhere near this brand…your body will..respond
appropriately," he said grinning wickedly as her heartbeat fluttered and
her body grew hot as his mouth roamed the fresh scar.
"Spike!" she keened loudly. "Inside me. Now."
"Never ignored a lady in need," he muttered, positioning himself
and thrusting into her already slick core. "Christ, Buffy, you're so fucking
hot, tight…it feels so much more…I can't hardly…"
"Then don't," she ground out huskily. "And do it right this
time, baby. Make it real." Her eyes bored into his and he let out a growl
that made her body quiver. She squeezed her famous slayer muscles around his
cock and he roared, his face changing and descending to her neck, nursing roughly
from the wound as he whispered the ancient claiming ritual, their bodies spasming
from the intense pleasure.
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