The unofficial continuation of the round robin series Ring
Around the Buffy picking up after NautiBitz's 'Naked'.
Author: 1st Rab-id/Raeann
Buffy and Spike go cross country and under cover to infiltrate a vampire human
Rating: R, language,
violence, sexual situations
Disclaimer: Uhm... not
only do I not own any of this... even the situation is not of my creating... Joss
owns the characters... and OGD owns the original idea... I am just a HIRED GUN
here... or a volunteer gun actually!
wrote... Part 9... "NAKED"
I quote NautiBitz... )
corner of Tara's mouth lifted in a lazy smile as she affectionately rubbed her
cheek against Anton's arm. "Buffy," she said haughtily, then frowned.
"What happened to your hair?"
Anton repeated loudly, a sneer on his face. "Buffy?!"
entire hall went deadly quiet.
Slayer!" someone shouted, pointing an accusing finger.
and Spike froze in place.
for Plan B... Or is it C?
NautiBitz Quote... )
right, mate," Spike said, nodding, affably, at their accuser. "The Slayer!"
cocked his head to one side and considered the crowd. It looked ugly. Spike
decided a little harsh language couldn't make things any worse. His eyes filled
with a sort of manic glee that ran counterpoint to his fear as he addressed
when one of you bottom-feeders would recognize her," he said. "She could have
waltzed right in and dusted the lot of you before you even knew she was here. Where's your instinct for survival, people?"
hair's a different color!" a tweedy vamp near the door said, defensively.
that explains it, then," Spike scoffed, in acknowledgment of the heckler. "Only
her bloody hairdresser would know for sure."
was a subliminal, but general, shift of the crowd as the news sank in. It left
a wider circle around the pair than had been there before. Spike felt an inner
surge of pride in his beloved's reputation for devastation.
I know you'll understand," he continued, favoring Anton with a patronizing smile,
"if I don't care to exchange her for your over-ripe, shop-bruised, little plum."
of cast-iron," Buffy thought, as Spike, giving her leash a tug, turned on his
heel and headed for the stage.
Balls alone weren't going to get them out of this alive. Spike hadn't taken
two steps before the hulking Anton and a couple of his buddies blocked the way.
expect us to believe that YOU enthralled the Slayer?" Butt-Ugly asked, obviously
NOT buying it.
don't much care what you believe," Spike growled, craning his neck back slightly
to lock eyes with the behemoth. "But like I said, 'I got the chit right where
I want her'."
let her hand fall to the hilt of one of her hidden stakes as the tension level
mounted. There were 40 or 50 vamps between her and the doorway. She could take
twenty-five. Maybe thirty. On a good night. With surprise on her side. If
she wasn't particularly concerned about getting Tara out of there in one piece.
think you're lying to us, William," Anton continued, his fangs descending. "She
may be the one in the collar but I think you're the one on the short lead."
reached out with one massive digit and prodded Spike in the chest. From the
chorus of accompanying murmurs, it seemed that the jig was up. Buffy tensed
herself for the kick-off.
caught the telltale skip of the Slayer's heart and pulled her violently into
his body catching her in a one-armed embrace. She resisted, instinctively,
almost imperceptivity. The question in Spike's mind was, "Who else noticed?"
why aren't you dead, Friend?" he asked, casually. "In case, you missed it before,
that well-endowed treasure of yours is a buddy of the Slayer's. You think she
likes you parading her pal around like a summer-cut poodle?"
and several others looked over to where Tara stood in all her lush glory. Then
they looked back at the now impassive Slayer. Spike was petting her, stroking
over her skin with firm authority. Buffy's jagged pulse steadied. Her breathing
slowed, deepened and took up the rhythm of Spike's caresses.
Slayer felt a surge of demonic power enter her body in a way that was totally
unique in her experience. It made her flesh burn like cold fire. It was tactile
hypnosis and it caught her off guard.
had used his eyes to enthrall her and the sound of his voice. Buffy knew that
most vampires used a similar method. But Spike's thrall was corporeal... definitely
of the body. He was using his touch, his scent, and his proximity to seduce
one of the Slayer's senses recoiled from this sort of submission but she forced
herself to move past those instincts. Willing her body to relax into a meditative
state, Buffy let everything else fall away. After a few moments, eyes closed,
she rubbed her cheek against Spike's shoulder in a conscious imitation of Tara.
slipped his hand inside the cowl neck of Buffy's soft leather dress and lightly
traced the swell of one firm, high, breast. There was no change in the Slayer's
vital signs. He glided his fingertips in quick circles over her nipple until
the skin around it pulled tight under his touch.
was sudden and unmistakably earthy aroma radiating off the Slayer, an intoxicatingly
primal perfume. Heat! Blood! Desire! It was a heady cocktail and Spike, at the
epicenter of events, nearly lost his grip on the harsh reality of their peril. The circle of spectators drew closer, like moths to the Slayer's flame.
you are willing to give her UP?!?" Anton repeated, with a lot more emphasis
on the "up" this time.
Spike thought, desperately, his hackles rising at the very idea. "God, No!"
he stopped himself just short of saying it out loud.
he shifted his weight so that his hip pushed Buffy away from him. His hand slid
across her chest and around to the nape of her neck. He grabbed a fistful of
hair, tugging at it until her back arched slightly. He held her in that pose
while he considered their position, the distance to the door, the mood of the
crowd and how much of the truth he was willing to tell.
can't fuck her," he said, after a long pause.
"What?" Anton gasped, coincidentally, echoing the exact, slack-jawed tone of the "WHAT?" in Buffy's mind. For a half-second the Slayer was sure that she'd spoken aloud.
gone deaf? Or am I just using words you don't understand? Fuck... you know? Shag,
Bang, Screw... Can't!"
got a pill for THAT now," a dark-skinned, weasel of a vamp joked to general
laughter. He leaned out of the crowd and smacked Buffy's ass for the visual
was a blur of motion as the Slayer struck. She tore free of Spike's hold and
thrust up under the comedian's elbow until it snapped. Pivoting on one foot
she brought the other around to connect with his temple as he fell sideways.
Mr. Funny hit the ground, bounced once and didn't move again. Game faces bloomed
all over the room.
knew a moment of abject panic and then he noticed that Buffy was standing very
still. She wasn't in her fighting stance. In fact, she looked positively pliant.
Willow's voice sounded in his head.
says, 'Play along.'"--
agonizing wave of admiration for the Slayer splashed down Spike's torso to his
groin. All he could think about for several seconds was where to find them
a room. A room with no view, good solid walls and sturdy hardwood furniture... and
a deadbolt... and soundproofing... preferably, in another part of the state.
a great deal of effort, he brought himself back to the far less pleasant present.
Willow prompted, anxiously.
it,"-- he thought in reply and shut the mental trapdoor on Red's follow-up question
got a pill for terminal stupidity?" Spike commented, in an aside to Anton. "What
will they think of next?"
Masterful assurance, Spike reeled in Buffy's leash. She came meekly back to
his side as he turned to address the crowd.
is the SLAYER, people! Not some roadside strumpet or weak-willed Mama's boy.
Try to keep your soddin' hands to yourselves."
surely... if she's under your control... " one of Anton's cronies began.
staked him with a glare.
done the thrall?" he asked and nodded, sagely, at the youngster's sheepish look
and negative shake of the head.
then... let me tell you it's not an easy thing," Spike continued. "To fill your
mind with tenderness, devotion and concern... when every fiber of your being is
crying out for blood and death and ripping destruction."
of the Ancients in the crowd murmured their understanding of this point. The
mood of the room clicked back toward relaxed and Buffy heaved an inward sigh.
Whatever Spike was up to seemed to be working. The auction crowd was visibly
more at ease.
Slayer, however, was uncomfortably aware of her body. It was still reacting
to Spike's hypnotic touch. Buffy realized she wanted him with what bordered
on obscene intensity. She felt dirty, in a decidedly pleasurable way, all musty
and crampy and more than a little bit whorish. The texture of the red leather
dress teased at her nipples and icy sparks danced up and down her spine.
I won't lie to you," Spike was saying as Buffy struggled to tune back in, "Summers,
here, is high maintenance. Drop your guard for moment... let go of the love... and
she'll hand you your head... minus the platter and garnish."
will is that strong?" Anton asked, plainly intrigued. "She's still dangerous
even under the thrall?"
had her for three months and I don't mind admitting that I'm just about spent,"
Spike sighed, regretfully. "Tried everyway I can think of but I can't keep her
under it and fuck her at the same time. So, I am here to find the vamp that
don't you just drain her dry?" a male Demon in platform shoes and polyester
jump suit asked.
like the rush of Slayer's blood," his vampire companion supplied, to a
general mutter of agreement.
knows about that first hand," Anton replied, suddenly, coming over all fangs-and-friendship.
"You've tasted it before, haven't you?" he continued, while slapping Spike's
shoulder in camaraderie, "From two different Slayers, as I recall?"
"Three," Spike corrected, cutting his glance toward Buffy.
it as sweet as they say?" Anton asked, with a tad too much eagerness.
his sycophantic entourage, hulking size and Master vamp mystique, Anton had
never bagged a Slayer. He was far too civilized, too calculating, for the task. He only played games he knew he could win.
on the other hand, had mental acuity coupled with brash assurance. The combination
allowed him to do what the well-manicured Anton never could. Spike took the
necessary risks for his rewards.
he wasn't afraid of having his ass kicked for his troubles. In fact, as far
as Spike was concerned, that was often the best part.
enough," Spike shrugged, "but my appetites have... changed."
let the word hang in the air.
narrowed his eyes again but this time his penetrating gaze raked over Buffy
in a way that made her skin crawl.
what are you asking for her?" the Master Vamp inquired in a business-like tone,
just as Willow's voice went off again in Spike's head.
Buffy is about to start killing things. And Tara is near you. I can sense
her but I can't get close enough. Can you see her?" --
Blood Price," Spike said, off-handedly, while mentally adding, -- "Meet us backstage.
knew that the more expensive slaves were sold for talent... Passion or Parade prices. Less valuable slaves were Blood Slaves. They were sold as food and drink.
fine wine," she thought, her mood incendiary, "or a good cow."
Passion Price?" Anton asked, with a lift of one eyebrow. "I thought you wanted
I do," Spike purred. "But I won't drive a hard bargain. I'll let her go at
Blood Price to the right Demon."
Blood Price, of course?" Anton guessed.
course," Spike conceded, one vamp of the world to another. His tone shifted
and he added, "But there IS a condition on the sale."
Watch what?" Anton asked. Thankfully, before Buffy forgot where she was and
asked the same question.
she's broken to saddle," Spike replied, coldly. His eyes glowed yellow as he
raked them over the Slayer and said, "I want a front row seat for the entire
show. I wanna see her buck and shimmy and fight the inevitable until she is
all lathered up and wobbly and begging for the bit in her mouth."
was a moment of stunned silence and then a cough of laughter that spread from
vamp to vamp until it filled the room.
SPIKE!" -- Willow yelped, telepathically. --"You have GOT to get Buffy out
of there... RIGHT NOW!" --
her warning was totally unnecessary. Spike knew he'd crossed the line. He
was already moving forward, yanking hard on Buffy's leash to throw her off balance. Her retaliatory strike turned into a stumble.
backstage," -- Spike, mentally, snarled at Willow. -- "Find some place we can
be alone... a nook, a cubbyhole, a bloody broom closet... anything." --
had settled into a pressure cooker simmer at his back. Biding her time, Spike
thought. He was under no illusions about how much she wanted to introduce him
to a new level of pain. His only hope was to keep her moving at speed until
they could find someplace where he could explain himself. The black leather
of his duster fanned out as they mounted to the stage level.
jittery myopic vampire with a clipboard in his hand intercepted Spike and Buffy
as soon as they ducked through the curtain.
You aren't up for almost an hour," the undead stage manager fussed, "You'll
need to wait in the auditorium until you're cal... "
strong armed him aside without a word and made for Willow who was waving frantically
from the left wing. There were people in chains arranging props and microphones
behind the closed curtains. And a number of others huddled together in cages.
Several vampires lounged about joking and gossiping and prodding the merchandise.
didn't allow the Slayer time to take much of it in. Jerking her forward, violently,
every few steps, he kept up his brisk pace as they crossed to Willow's side.
"Where?" Spike barked, without ceremony.
the Witch said, pointing as she led them toward a gray door at the end of a
short passageway. "It's a prop room. The best I could find," she apologized,
as she spell-keyed open the locks.
rid of the census taker," Spike ordered, jerking his chin back towards the clipboard-wielding
vamp that had trotted along behind them. "We're going to need a good twenty
REALLY not going to take me more than two or three," Buffy snarled.
looked from the Slayer to Spike and managed to duck out of the way just in time.
Without preamble, the blond vampire whirled the Slayer around by her leash,
gave her shoulder a hard shove and let go of the chain. Buffy staggered into
the prop room, coming up short against a heavy metal desk with hip bruising
force. Following close behind her, Spike slammed and bolted the door.
arrogant Bastard!!" Buffy growled.
on a minute, now! I... "
demon-animated, alley-crawling, sack of ashes! Who the HELL do you think you're
gripped the edge of the desk and the inch thick metal crumpled under her hand
like aluminum foil. The ambient temperature in the room went up several degrees.
Spike would have backed away from the heat but there wasn't anywhere for him
to go. He was in the one place no sane vampire would ever be caught in... tight
quarters with an incredibly brassed-off Slayer.
copped, Luv," Spike soothed, holding up both hands in surrender, "had to think
of something, dinnit I?"
wasn't mollified in the slightest. She crushed the tiny padlock at her throat,
tore the collar from her neck and closed on him in a flash, snaking her leash
out behind her like the lash of a whip.
want to see me broken?" she whispered, her eyes blazing. "You want to hear me
"Well... not... in
a BAD way," Spike hedged... afraid, for some reason, of being caught in a lie.
tip of Buffy's makeshift whip sang through the air toward his face. Spike put
out one arm to block the blow. He realized, too late, that was exactly what
the Slayer had expected him to do. The chain length wrapped around his wrist
and Buffy jerked him forward into a brutal gut punch. The blow doubled him
over as she ducked to the left and wound the slack of her former leash around
two heartbeats, Spike was thrown face down and pinned against the desktop.
His left arm was trapped close to his chest and the Slayer had twisted his right
arm around behind his back. She leaned into her hold on his wrist applying
pressure until his joints creaked in protest. The chain cut deep into his throat.
knew that the Slayer was capable of separating his head from his body with those
delicate links. It was simply a matter of how much force she planned on exerting.
don't beg, Spike," Buffy breathed out, so close to his ear that he could feel
his hair stir in response.
tried to speak but only managed to choke out a few garbled syllables. Buffy
relaxed her hold a fraction so that he could draw in enough air to reply. She
showed no inclination to release him.
might," he croaked. Shifting his position slightly and gaining some relief,
he swallowed, convulsively, before adding, "Right person... "
are you babbling about?" Buffy snapped, impatiently.
he failed to answer, she brought one knee up between his legs with firm deliberation.
Spike made a small noise in the back of his throat. It was a sound halfway
between a laugh and a sob. Buffy halted her upward thrust just short of actually
emasculating him and waited for further explanation.
Spike clarified, as soon as he could form words again. "I, said, 'I might... for
the right person'. Cut of the lash... bite of the collar... you sure that's not what
I'm sure," Buffy asserted, sliding her knee down and shifting her body weight
back off of him. "That's disgusting."
Slayer assessed their relative positions and bit her lip in consternation.
Base," her treacherous mind reminded her.
she slackened the tension on Spike's choke chain. Then, with a small sigh,
she released him entirely and stepped back.
you are enjoying this way too much!"
don't pretend you never thought about it," Spike rasped, massaging his throat
as he straightened up.
turned to face her, adjusting the set of his coat on his shoulders.
Bondage?" Buffy returned, her eyes wide and almost innocent. "Sorry!
breaking me," the vampire corrected. "Wiping the smirk off my face? Holding
me down and having your way? Bending me to your will until I lose all self-restraint
and independent reason?"
mind conjured up a swift montage of black leather, sharp white fangs and cherry
red blood on pale skin. Her gaze strayed down, taking in Spike's lean, fit,
fully aroused person. She bit her lip again.
studied the Slayer as she studied him. He knew what Buffy wanted. He knew
it better than she did. He didn't question that anymore. He was only waiting
for her to admit the truth to herself.
his beloved's eyes finally flicked up to met his own, she smiled. The pink
tip of her tongue flashed just behind the white of her teeth. Mouth lolling
open in a wolfish grin, Spike closed on her in three swift strides.
took hold of both of Buffy's shoulders slamming her into the bolted door so
violently that the wood split. She gasped into his kiss, gripping his face
between her hands and digging her fingertips into his flesh. They clawed and
bit at one another like the predators they were. No thought between them but
to satisfy their mutual appetite.
God, Slayer," Spike choked into the foam of her hair, "I bet you come so hard
we need a week to recover."
murmured her agreement and slid one hand up over the bulge in the front of his
down," she commanded, knowing he would obey.
her with kisses, Spike sank to his knees before the woman he loved. He pushed
up the jagged edge of her red leather skirt and yanked down her matching thong. The tiny scrap of lingerie twisted around her ankles.
the swell of her hips in both hands, Spike drank in the scent of Buffy's readiness. He sighed, rubbing his cheek along the line where her silken skin gave way to
out of her thong, Buffy hooked her right leg over Spike's left shoulder. The
heel of her strapy sandal bit into his back as she arched her body, in encouragement.
Tilting her pelvis forward to meet his eager tongue, Spike lapped at her succulence,
probing the softness and tickling the hardness of her. There was the barest
hint of blood in her tangy fluid, just enough to entice his Demon into breaking
the skin of her inner thigh for a deeper draught.
gasped as Spike's fangs cut into her flesh. The sound changed to a strangled
little cry as he, simultaneously, thrust two fingers deep into her slippery
core. He timed his strokes, keeping pace with the beat of Buffy's pulse against
clenched around him, soft as velvet, hard as steel and Spike knew he was going
to come when she did. He needed to be buried inside her when that happened.
He needed that more than he needed blood. More than he needed anything.
away from the bite, Spike pressed his forehead against Buffy's abdomen as he
fought for control. She was so close to release. He could feel the shudder
building in her gut. He rocked back on his haunches to watch her writhe against
the door. Their eyes met and Spike felt his insides liquify. He was so entranced
by the play of emotion on Buffy's face that he froze in place, his slick fingers
stilled in their work, his thumb resting on the hard nub of her arousal.
stop," she pleaded, closing her eyes and knocking her head back against the
door in frustration.
need you," Spike said, simply.
Slayer moaned her assent through lust-swollen lips. She let her leg slide from
the vampire's shoulder, reaching out to tug at him as he surged up into her
arms. He raped her mouth with his tongue, forcing her open to his need. Fisting
one hand in her hair, he braced himself against the wall with the other, but
still he crushed her with the press of his body, as her fingers clawed at his
broke the kiss just long enough for Buffy to gulp down fresh air.
me in right now," Spike growled, into her neck as she gasped, "all the
way inside... and I swear you will love every minute of it."
"Promise?" she panted.
your dog, baby! How could I lie to you?"
boldness of him sobered her and she broke free, reversing their positions,
pushing him back into the door.
your full of stupid pet tricks," the Slayer rumbled, dangerously.
tilted his head to one side, considering her mood. His eyes glittered but his
voice, when he spoke again, was teasingly soft.
give me my bone, Luv," he vowed, "and I'll do anything... anyway... anywhere... you
full force of his earlier thrall came back to Buffy, in a wet rush. She reached
out to take Spike's hand, interlacing her fingers with his and pulling him with
her as she backed across the room. When her ass smacked into the edge of the
metal desk, she slapped the palm of her free hand down on its hard surface.
standing... me leaning across... do it from behind," she directed.
you up here on your back, me on top, face to face."
shifted his hips forward, rubbing the bulge of his erection against her as he
her eyes at his blatant challenge, Buffy let her dress fall to the floor and
was flattered with a tiny whimper from her loyal mutt.
she purred, guiding his hand to her breast, "you go down again and we'll
see if you can... "
- Willow's telepathic intrusion splashed over them like a bucket of ice water.
- - "Company's coming." - -
HELL!" Buffy exclaimed, in frustrated unison with Spike, as the room door was
ripped off of its hinges.
enormous vampires shouldered their way into the small area. They, angrily,
thrust forward one, handcuffed, redheaded witch, in obvious need of a new Vampire
are so busted," Willow said, sheepishly... taking the words right out of the
stark-naked Slayer's mouth.
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