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Plagued--Why Us? Series - Down, Boy! -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: Spike has a...problem, sequel to Trick or Treats.
Note: I really will get to what's going on with all this craziness. I just keep getting sidetracked by the smut. Dedication -- For Sabre, who realizes my penchant for the bizarre far too well.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Spike dragged himself through the front door and stumbled down the hallway to his bedroom. From the bed, Willow stirred in her sleep as he peeled off his clothes and dove under the covers.
"Spike?" her eyes fluttered open as she heard him moan in something very like pain.
"I think I sunk my fangs into some weird blood," he murmured.
She raised herself up on one elbow and looked down at him with concerned eyes. He flinched as her hand gently stroked his arm.
"What is it? Are you hurting?" she asked. "Tell me what to do, Spike."
He moaned once again as a searing bolt of pain shot through his groin, and his cock twitched. Willow's eyes widened at the unmistakable bulge growing rapidly beneath the sheets. Spike's eyes darkened as they moved from his lover's pale neck to the soft rounded curves of her breasts. A gentle blush traveled over her skin in the same path his gaze had taken, and Willow felt herself growing wet under his lusty stare.
She squealed as the vampire suddenly rolled over, pinning her body underneath his and impaling her on his rock-hard shaft in one swift thrust. Wasting no time on the finer elements of foreplay, he began to pump into her in quick, deep movements. Willow gripped his ass as his fingers found her clit and assaulted it mercilessly. He attached his cold lips to the already hardened bud of her nipple and suckled it, laving his tongue over the puckered skin. She arched into him and groaned as he rolled the tiny bundle of nerves beneath her wet folds between his fingers. He snarled and emptied his cold seed deep within her, and she stared up at him in unfulfilled desire for a brief second before his lips descended to hers.
"Spike, what the hell is wrong with you?" she gasped as she tore her mouth away from his.
His cock remained rigid inside her, filling and stretching her until she thought she'd go mad with need. His answer came in the form of another deep kiss as he began to move inside her once again. Her clit burned in exquisite pain as she ground herself against the hand that still toyed with the sensitive nub. Her desperate whimpers increased in intensity until she came hard, sparks exploding throughout her body, and she screamed out his name.
Willow lay under him, panting to regain her breath, and slowly realized he was still embedded within her, still completely hard and firm.
"Bloody hell," he hissed as his cock jumped impatiently inside her, causing the tiny redhead to moan with renewed desire.
"What the hell did you eat?" she forced the words from her lips as he thrust into her again.
Realizing the answer would have to wait, she closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of him pistoning into her. Her vaginal walls, still throbbing from her last climax, clamped around his shaft. Spike growled and shifted slightly, creating pressure against her clit with each of his thrusts. Willow wrapped her legs around him, her hands clutching his arms as he drove into her, riding her to another orgasm. She came down from her second release only to discover he was as hard as ever.
"Oh, Goddess," she breathed. "Spike, I can't!"
He brushed his lips over hers and gently kneaded her right breast. She moaned as his mouth moved over her jaw line, down her throat, to her breasts. He nipped at the sensitive underside of each breast in turn, and Willow suddenly realized that, indeed, she could. Her body found his rhythm and matched it perfectly to ride the wave of their next orgasm. Spike pulled her over with him as he rolled onto his side, his cock still buried inside her, still firm and demanding. He brushed the hair from her sweaty forehead and placed his cool lips against it.
"Some sod sitting outside that clinic across from the hospital," he spoke, trying to ignore the need to drive into her again. "He was sniveling over some woman. I put him out of his misery."
"And into your own," she added, gasping quietly as her voice caused his cock to jump inside her. "Wait a minute--he was outside the clinic?"
"Yeah," he murmured as his hand dropped to her pussy once again. "Why? You think maybe he was on something?"
"From the feel of--oh--" she cried out as his fingers found her swollen clit, "--of things, I'm guessing Viagra."
"Oh, shit," he growled.
"But I didn't think--" she stopped as she suddenly found him on top of her once again. "It isn't supposed to do _this,_ is it?"
"I'm a vampire, luv. How the hell would I know what it would do to me?"
"I'm not sure I'm going to complain," she admitted with a devilish grin.
"Willow! The bloody thing won't go down!" he growled.
"Poor Spike," she said without of ounce of compassion.
"I know--"
She pushed him over and climbed on top of him, straddling him and taking his cold shaft inside her again.
"We'll ride it out together," she giggled.
"This isn't funny, damn it!" he shouted.
"Says who?"
Spike's angry reply was lost on a loud groan as she drove herself down on him. Without thinking, his hands moved to grip her waist, guiding her as she rode him. Her muscles gripped him and released, repeating the action until he snarled and dragged her down onto him. His cold semen shot into her as he sunk his fangs into her neck. Willow moaned his name as she came, and Spike held her close as her body stilled and her breathing slowed once again.
"Uh oh," she whispered into his ear. "Someone's still hard."
"Shit," he moaned. "Baby, I don't want to hurt you."
A wicked glimmer flickered behind her eyes, "Do I look like I'm in pain?"
He flipped her over and straddled her once again, and her amused eyes captured his wildly desperate blue ones.
"We were supposed to meet Xander and Buffy at Giles' place in an hour," she reminded him. "Maybe I should give her a call just to, you know, let her know you're having a hard time at the moment."
"Willow," he growled as she giggled, and his cold penis throbbed to life inside her again.
"I'm sorry," she told him, but the laughter behind her words did little to convince him. "Maybe a cold shower would help."
He nodded and pulled out of her. Willow's shoulders shook with laughter as his erection preceeded him through the bathroom door. She waited a few moments until she heard the shower turn on, then let herself into the bathroom.
"Any better?" she asked, peaking around the curtain.
"No!" he snarled and latched onto her arm to drag her under the water.
He lifted her and, bracing her back against the wall, embedded his still aching cock deep inside her. She threw her arms around his shoulders and pasted her reddened lips to his as their coupling built toward yet another orgasm. He thrust into her in long, hard movements, and her body shuddered against his. Spike snarled as he came and sunk his teeth into her neck to drink from her again. Willow moaned, babbling his name over and over, as she climaxed, and her blood flowed from her throat into her lover's mouth. Their eyes met and held one another's as he felt his himself soften inside her. He pulled out of her and lowered her to the shower floor, and she snorted as his gaze dropped to his flaccid cock.
"Guess he's had enough of me," she said in amusement as she reached out to run her fingers along his shaft. It twitched in her hand, and a wide grin spread across her face, "Or maybe not."
Spike's hand curled around hers and drew it away from him, "Don't even think about it, luv."
Willow giggled and kissed him softly as the telephone began to ring from the bedroom. She climbed out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap it around herself. Spike followed behind her and stood dripping in the doorway as she answered the phone.
"He thinks he's found the demon who's behind all this?" Spike heard Willow ask Buffy. "No, we're still planning on coming."
She shot Spike a secret grin as she emphasized the word "coming," and he leaned his head against the door post and groaned.
"Uh huh," she continued. "We'll be a few minutes late. I just had to soften Spike up a bit. You know him, he can be a real prick, sometimes."
She bit back a laugh as Spike glared over at her, and her eyes flew open as he suddenly moved away from the doorway and stalked slowly across the room toward her.
"Gotta go, Buffy," she spoke quickly. "We'll be there in half an hour."
She dropped the receiver into its cradle and backed away from the blonde vampire who was advancing on her.
"Um...sorry?" she squeaked.
He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her hard against his chest. He wrapped one arm firmly around her waist and dug the fingers of his other hand into her wet hair. Her bottom lip trembled slightly as she looked up at him.
"Willow?" he said, his voice low with warning.
"Yeah?" she whispered hesitantly.
He chuckled and pulled her mouth to his to place a long, sweet kiss on her lips. He swallowed her delighted laugh and pressed the length of her body to his as her arms went around him.
The End
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