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I got this idea in my head and I couldn't resist.
It's Spike/Dawn and there is bitey involved. It's set sometime after Double Meat Palace. It's rated R. It's about 1,500 words.
Look, if you don't like Spike/Dawn or the thought of Spawn bitey repulses you, please, for the love of Og, don't read the bloody thing, OK? I don't need to be flooded with reviews about how sick/wrong/disgusting I am because you don't have the self control to keep from clicking on the link.
I've never written anything like this before, and probably never will again. It's an experiment. If you do read it, I hope you like it.
“I don’t know why you’re here. She’s not going to be back until after midnight. She’s closing tonight.”
“I came to visit you, Bit.”
“No you didn’t. You came to sniff through Buffy’s stuff, or go through her underwear drawer or something. Don’t look at me like that. I knew what you were doing.”
“Well, why didn’t you tell your sister?”
“I didn’t want her to stake you…though now I wouldn’t mind so much.”
“Why are you so mad at me, Niblet?”
“I’m not mad at you. I just wish you would go away,” she muttered.
“Vampire here. I can hear you. What’s wrong with you?”
“Why do you care?”
“I care about you, Bit.”
“No you don’t, you care about Buffy.”
“I care about both of you. Didn’t I show you that enough this summer?”
“You were only with me because I remind you of Buffy.”
“No, I spent the summer with you because you’re my Bit.”
She looked away from him and he reached out and tentatively touched her hair. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Too late. You’re sleeping with her, aren’t you?”
“Don’t think Big Sis would like me to talk about that.”
“Don’t bother trying to deny it. I saw you too…the other night by the tree.”
“Which time? I mean…you must be imagining things.” He smiled at her. “Don’t let on that you know, yeah? We don’t want to make her angry.”
“She’s always angry.”
“She’s in pain right now, Bit. Give her some time to get sorted.”
“I’m in pain too,” Dawn whispered.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I feel like I’ve lost you…and I still don’t have Buffy back. Tara is gone, and Willow…I don’t even know what’s up with Willow.”
“So you’re lonely.”
“Lonely, ignored, neglected…”
“They’re not used to being responsible for someone else, Niblet. They’re not much older than you, you know.”
“Is that their excuse?”
“It’s the reason they’re bloody stupid. You’re smarter than the lot of them combined and they don’t know how to deal with it.”
“Spike, I want something…”
“What, Bit? If it’s something I can steal—and the Slayer doesn’t find out—I’ll be more than happy to help.”
“No, no nothing you can steal. Besides, I don’t need you for that anyway.”
“Still have sticky fingers, pet?”
“I learn from the best.”
“That’s another things that’s best kept a secret.”
“You don’t need to tell me, Spike, I’m not stupid. Anyway…It’s nothing you can steal, but I think you can give it to me.”
Curious but wary he narrowed his eyes. “What’s on your mind?”
“Have you ever…bit Buffy?”
Suddenly very wary, Spike stepped back from her. What had Buffy told them? Did they know the chip didn’t work on her? “Why do you want to know?”
“I’m curious.”
“No, I have a chip in my skull—remember?”
“It wouldn’t hurt though if you didn’t intend to harm her, right?”
“Probably not.”
“But you still never did it?”
“I don’t think the Slayer would be too keen on the idea…”
“You probably haven’t bitten anybody for a long time…”
“Dawn, what are you trying to say?”
“I want you to bite me,” she said softly.
Spike blinked. “What? Are you trying to get me killed? Because one look at that scar would make the entire fucking city of Sunnydale come after me with pitchforks and torches a-blazin’.”
“No, I would hide it.”
“You can’t hide it.” He shook his head. “Besides, Dawn, I don’t want to. I really, really don’t.”
“You’re a vampire, you always want to bite people.”
“Not my girls. I’d never want to hurt my girls.”
“I don’t want you to hurt me either, Spike. It’s not about being hurt…”
“Then what is it about? You do realize what it means, right? I bite into your delicate skin until it tears like paper and then I suck the life from your veins. It hurts.”
“I heard that it doesn’t…”
“Who told you that?”
“I heard that it…it feels good…”
“Who told you that?”
“I read it.”
“Can’t believe everything you read, Niblet. Thought I already told you that. Why are you even talking like this? This is insane.”
“I want something that Buffy could never have from you. I want to give you something she could never give. I want to be a part of something in your life that’s just ours, that she can never touch.”
Spike blinked, surprised by her words—and tempted too. It won’t hurt if she wants it… And he could see in her eyes that she really did. She wasn’t just talking, she meant it. Her blue eyes were wide and sincere, a plea in their depths. His demon was screaming at him to do it, do it, and damn the consequences. He could already taste her blood, already feel it burning his throat and making him hot—and hard.
“I…can’t.”
“You want to.”
“I’m a vampire. You’re offering me blood--living blood. Course I want to.”
“I want to let you. Please, Spike.”
“I…”
“She won’t be home for another three hours, Spike. Plenty of time…”
“I…”Really, really, really want to. She would taste so good…I would just take a little bit, she wouldn’t even miss it, it wouldn’t even hurt…just a sip. “Go to your room,” he finally whispered.
“What?”
“Go to your room.”
Unsure if this was a victory or not, she turned and went up the stairs. After a few moments, she heard him follow her. She didn’t look behind her as she opened her bedroom door, suddenly nervous—sick to her stomach. Spike seemed so much larger now, looming, like he was towering over her—she was almost an inch taller than him though.
“Bit…you can change your mind…”
“No, no,” she said, her mouth suddenly so dry she could barely speak. She shook her head and allowed him to enter her room. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the blanket next to him. She sat down next to him, stiff, her hands folded in her lap.
Spike pushed the long, dark hair away from her neck, holding it away from her skin with one hand.
“You’re sure?” He asked.
She nodded.
“Absolutely, positively sure?”
Another nod. “Do it, Spike.” She tilted her head, exposing her neck, making herself vulnerable. She clasped his free hand and squeezed his fingers slightly.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured. “Relax.” She did.
He allowed his face to shift, his fangs extend. He moved towards her neck slowly, waiting for the chip to zap him. It never did. Spike skimmed her neck with his sharp teeth, still pain free. Encouraged, bold, he placed his mouth over her neck and prepared to bite.
Spike gave her several seconds, his mouth just resting on her neck, waiting for her to change her mind. He could smell her arousal, her fear, her nerves, hear her heart thudding like a caged bird desperate to break free. Her pulse and breathing quickened, her grasp on his hand tightened. She wasn’t going to tell him to stop.
Slowly, gently, his fangs pierced her skin. She sucked her breath in sharply at the pain, but it didn’t last long. Again he waited for her to tell him to stop, and she continued to remain silent.
Spike took a small sip from her, the hot flavor of her blood—sweet yet powerful, new yet ancient, amazing, exhilarating yet soothing—exploded on his tongue. He almost immediately felt heady, his demon roared with approval, his stomach clenched, his groin tightened. He drank more from her, sucking harder.
Dawn was falling, falling, falling. She didn’t know what was real, she didn’t know if she was actually falling until she felt the soft bed against her back. Spike was holding her against him as he continued to drink and something dark began to build within her. Something more powerful than anything she had ever experienced.
“Spike…oh…” She didn’t know what to say, just that she thought she could die and she still didn’t want him to stop. The pressure continued to build, the darkness prepared to consume her. She didn’t know what it was, didn’t know it could feel like this, didn’t know what to expect…didn’t know it could…oh…what… “Spike, Spike, I…” Fireworks flashed in her mind and her body shook with a hard release. She moaned, unsure of what to do.
Spike removed his fangs and licked the wound until it finally stopped bleeding.
“Are you ok?”
She nodded, still unable to speak. He unwound his arms from her, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. He left the room but came back shortly, offering her a large glass of orange juice.
“I hear this helps if you give blood.”
Dawn couldn’t help but smile as she accepted the glass. “Thank you.”
“We’re never doing that again.”
She nodded.
“Ever. And make sure you hide that…Unless this was an elaborate plan to turn me into a big pile of dust.”
“I’m yours now?”
“You always were, Bit. Have a good night.”
Spike escaped from her room then—hard and full and hot and flushed and sick and thrilled.
It's Spike/Dawn and there is bitey involved. It's set sometime after Double Meat Palace. It's rated R. It's about 1,500 words.
Look, if you don't like Spike/Dawn or the thought of Spawn bitey repulses you, please, for the love of Og, don't read the bloody thing, OK? I don't need to be flooded with reviews about how sick/wrong/disgusting I am because you don't have the self control to keep from clicking on the link.
I've never written anything like this before, and probably never will again. It's an experiment. If you do read it, I hope you like it.
“I don’t know why you’re here. She’s not going to be back until after midnight. She’s closing tonight.”
“I came to visit you, Bit.”
“No you didn’t. You came to sniff through Buffy’s stuff, or go through her underwear drawer or something. Don’t look at me like that. I knew what you were doing.”
“Well, why didn’t you tell your sister?”
“I didn’t want her to stake you…though now I wouldn’t mind so much.”
“Why are you so mad at me, Niblet?”
“I’m not mad at you. I just wish you would go away,” she muttered.
“Vampire here. I can hear you. What’s wrong with you?”
“Why do you care?”
“I care about you, Bit.”
“No you don’t, you care about Buffy.”
“I care about both of you. Didn’t I show you that enough this summer?”
“You were only with me because I remind you of Buffy.”
“No, I spent the summer with you because you’re my Bit.”
She looked away from him and he reached out and tentatively touched her hair. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Too late. You’re sleeping with her, aren’t you?”
“Don’t think Big Sis would like me to talk about that.”
“Don’t bother trying to deny it. I saw you too…the other night by the tree.”
“Which time? I mean…you must be imagining things.” He smiled at her. “Don’t let on that you know, yeah? We don’t want to make her angry.”
“She’s always angry.”
“She’s in pain right now, Bit. Give her some time to get sorted.”
“I’m in pain too,” Dawn whispered.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I feel like I’ve lost you…and I still don’t have Buffy back. Tara is gone, and Willow…I don’t even know what’s up with Willow.”
“So you’re lonely.”
“Lonely, ignored, neglected…”
“They’re not used to being responsible for someone else, Niblet. They’re not much older than you, you know.”
“Is that their excuse?”
“It’s the reason they’re bloody stupid. You’re smarter than the lot of them combined and they don’t know how to deal with it.”
“Spike, I want something…”
“What, Bit? If it’s something I can steal—and the Slayer doesn’t find out—I’ll be more than happy to help.”
“No, no nothing you can steal. Besides, I don’t need you for that anyway.”
“Still have sticky fingers, pet?”
“I learn from the best.”
“That’s another things that’s best kept a secret.”
“You don’t need to tell me, Spike, I’m not stupid. Anyway…It’s nothing you can steal, but I think you can give it to me.”
Curious but wary he narrowed his eyes. “What’s on your mind?”
“Have you ever…bit Buffy?”
Suddenly very wary, Spike stepped back from her. What had Buffy told them? Did they know the chip didn’t work on her? “Why do you want to know?”
“I’m curious.”
“No, I have a chip in my skull—remember?”
“It wouldn’t hurt though if you didn’t intend to harm her, right?”
“Probably not.”
“But you still never did it?”
“I don’t think the Slayer would be too keen on the idea…”
“You probably haven’t bitten anybody for a long time…”
“Dawn, what are you trying to say?”
“I want you to bite me,” she said softly.
Spike blinked. “What? Are you trying to get me killed? Because one look at that scar would make the entire fucking city of Sunnydale come after me with pitchforks and torches a-blazin’.”
“No, I would hide it.”
“You can’t hide it.” He shook his head. “Besides, Dawn, I don’t want to. I really, really don’t.”
“You’re a vampire, you always want to bite people.”
“Not my girls. I’d never want to hurt my girls.”
“I don’t want you to hurt me either, Spike. It’s not about being hurt…”
“Then what is it about? You do realize what it means, right? I bite into your delicate skin until it tears like paper and then I suck the life from your veins. It hurts.”
“I heard that it doesn’t…”
“Who told you that?”
“I heard that it…it feels good…”
“Who told you that?”
“I read it.”
“Can’t believe everything you read, Niblet. Thought I already told you that. Why are you even talking like this? This is insane.”
“I want something that Buffy could never have from you. I want to give you something she could never give. I want to be a part of something in your life that’s just ours, that she can never touch.”
Spike blinked, surprised by her words—and tempted too. It won’t hurt if she wants it… And he could see in her eyes that she really did. She wasn’t just talking, she meant it. Her blue eyes were wide and sincere, a plea in their depths. His demon was screaming at him to do it, do it, and damn the consequences. He could already taste her blood, already feel it burning his throat and making him hot—and hard.
“I…can’t.”
“You want to.”
“I’m a vampire. You’re offering me blood--living blood. Course I want to.”
“I want to let you. Please, Spike.”
“I…”
“She won’t be home for another three hours, Spike. Plenty of time…”
“I…”Really, really, really want to. She would taste so good…I would just take a little bit, she wouldn’t even miss it, it wouldn’t even hurt…just a sip. “Go to your room,” he finally whispered.
“What?”
“Go to your room.”
Unsure if this was a victory or not, she turned and went up the stairs. After a few moments, she heard him follow her. She didn’t look behind her as she opened her bedroom door, suddenly nervous—sick to her stomach. Spike seemed so much larger now, looming, like he was towering over her—she was almost an inch taller than him though.
“Bit…you can change your mind…”
“No, no,” she said, her mouth suddenly so dry she could barely speak. She shook her head and allowed him to enter her room. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the blanket next to him. She sat down next to him, stiff, her hands folded in her lap.
Spike pushed the long, dark hair away from her neck, holding it away from her skin with one hand.
“You’re sure?” He asked.
She nodded.
“Absolutely, positively sure?”
Another nod. “Do it, Spike.” She tilted her head, exposing her neck, making herself vulnerable. She clasped his free hand and squeezed his fingers slightly.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured. “Relax.” She did.
He allowed his face to shift, his fangs extend. He moved towards her neck slowly, waiting for the chip to zap him. It never did. Spike skimmed her neck with his sharp teeth, still pain free. Encouraged, bold, he placed his mouth over her neck and prepared to bite.
Spike gave her several seconds, his mouth just resting on her neck, waiting for her to change her mind. He could smell her arousal, her fear, her nerves, hear her heart thudding like a caged bird desperate to break free. Her pulse and breathing quickened, her grasp on his hand tightened. She wasn’t going to tell him to stop.
Slowly, gently, his fangs pierced her skin. She sucked her breath in sharply at the pain, but it didn’t last long. Again he waited for her to tell him to stop, and she continued to remain silent.
Spike took a small sip from her, the hot flavor of her blood—sweet yet powerful, new yet ancient, amazing, exhilarating yet soothing—exploded on his tongue. He almost immediately felt heady, his demon roared with approval, his stomach clenched, his groin tightened. He drank more from her, sucking harder.
Dawn was falling, falling, falling. She didn’t know what was real, she didn’t know if she was actually falling until she felt the soft bed against her back. Spike was holding her against him as he continued to drink and something dark began to build within her. Something more powerful than anything she had ever experienced.
“Spike…oh…” She didn’t know what to say, just that she thought she could die and she still didn’t want him to stop. The pressure continued to build, the darkness prepared to consume her. She didn’t know what it was, didn’t know it could feel like this, didn’t know what to expect…didn’t know it could…oh…what… “Spike, Spike, I…” Fireworks flashed in her mind and her body shook with a hard release. She moaned, unsure of what to do.
Spike removed his fangs and licked the wound until it finally stopped bleeding.
“Are you ok?”
She nodded, still unable to speak. He unwound his arms from her, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. He left the room but came back shortly, offering her a large glass of orange juice.
“I hear this helps if you give blood.”
Dawn couldn’t help but smile as she accepted the glass. “Thank you.”
“We’re never doing that again.”
She nodded.
“Ever. And make sure you hide that…Unless this was an elaborate plan to turn me into a big pile of dust.”
“I’m yours now?”
“You always were, Bit. Have a good night.”
Spike escaped from her room then—hard and full and hot and flushed and sick and thrilled.