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Bored Series - Taken Away -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: Spike goes on a treasure hunt, of sorts, sequel to Taken.
Note: Dedication -- To the snowflakes outside my window, which give me a perfect excuse to sit here and write.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own nothing. Never have. Never will.
The dust rolled as Spike brought the big, black car to a dead stop. He got out and strode to the abandoned depot. He tugged at the door, then noticed the obviously new heavy hasp and padlock affixed to the casing just above his head. Spike tightened his purchase on the old, rusting doorknob and tore the door off its hinges.
He moved into the darkness and glanced around the dusty room. His eyes settled on a set of stairs in one corner. He took them two at a time and almost ran head-first into a wooden door situated in front of the top step. It, too, was locked, and Spike lifted a heavy boot and kicked it in.
Willow, having heard the commotion of Spike's rampage, was cowering on the bed. He was at her side in two steps. He gathered her trembling body into his arms and inhaled the sweet scent of her hair.
"Spike," Willow breathed against his chest and wrapped her free arm around his neck.
"Shhh. It's alright now. I'm here," his voice was soft and soothing.
He pulled away from her and noticed the iron cuff locked around her wrist. He snarled and reached for her hand. Spike grabbed hold of the wide cuff with both hands and broke it open. Carefully, he took her hand in his. Her wrist was bruised and bloodied where she had struggled against her bond in a futile attempt to free herself.
Spike brought her wrist to his mouth and gently lapped at the blood. Its taste was exquisite. He felt a fire begin to burn in his belly, and his cock twitched with desire.
"Are you alright, luv?" he managed to speak.
"Yes, now. Please, get me out of here," she pleaded.
He drew her mouth to his in a deep kiss, then took her left hand and pulled her off the bed and out the doorway.
"Are we going to the warehouse?" Willow asked wearily as Spike pulled away from the depot.
Her head rested on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her and gently caressed her breast.
"No, we can't. Angel and the slayer will be looking for me. They're bound to find their way to the lair eventually," he explained.
"Where, then?" she raised her head and looked up at him.
Spike placed a kiss on her forehead, "We have to get out of Sunnydale, for the time being, at least."
"What?" she sat up fully. "Are you serious?"
"I am, pet. Do you want to go back there and take your chances with them after what they did to you?"
"No," she admitted. "But my parents--"
"Won't be home for days. You can call, leave a message that you've gone--I don't know where--somewhere to visit a friend," Spike suggested.
"I have friends down the coast. I can tell them I've taken my school work with me. They won't bother to check."
"There you are, then. You up for this, little one?" he asked in concern.
"Yes," she resolved. "But can we stop somewhere soon? I'm so tired."
He tightened his arm around her and grinned, "You'd better sleep now, pet, because you won't be doing much of that after we stop."
Willow chuckled and snuggled back against him, "I'm so glad you found me."
Between the two of them, Buffy and Angel had staked 14 vampires in an hour's time.
"What the hell is going on?" Buffy asked as she rested against a lamppost and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her shirt sleeve.
"Is this an all-night buffet for demons, or what?"
Angel looked down at her, "I'd say someone is trying to keep us extremely busy."
Buffy's eyes flew to his. "Spike! He's figured out that we have Willow, and he's getting his revenge?" she asked.
"Or he's keeping us occupied while he searches for her," Angel replied.
"He'll never find her. That old building has been abandoned for years. The road is all grown over with weeds. I doubt anyone even remembers it's there," she said.
"You did," Angel pointed out.
"Am I underestimating him?" Buffy cast a worried look at him. "I'm underestimating him.
"Come on, let's go," Angel pulled her away from the lamppost.
Several stakings and a mad dash later, they came to a stop outside the depot. Angel stared into the shadows as Buffy breathed heavily beside him. The couple made their way to the decimated outer doorway. They exchanged panicked looks and bolted up the stairs to find the upper door lying on the floor and the room empty, the broken manacle the only evidence that Willow had ever been there.
"He found her," Buffy groaned. "Oh, God, he found her."
Angel pulled her into a fierce embrace and fought back tears as Buffy's spilled down her face.
"Willow," Spike whispered into her hear.
She stirred against him, "Hmmm? What is it?"
"The sun will be up in a few hours. We need to get inside."
She roused herself and raised her mouth to receive his kiss.
"We've stopped?" she asked.
"Yeah. We can stay here for the day."
Willow had no idea where "here" was, but she allowed Spike to pull her out of the car. They stood in front of what must have once been a rather impressive hotel. It looked as though its caliber of clientele had slipped dramatically over the years. The white paint on its exterior was coming off in great strips, and two windows at the far end had been boarded up.
"Can we stay here?" she asked. "What about the sun?"
"We can take one of those," Spike pointed at the rooms at the end.
"You think they're available?" she wondered.
Spike shrugged, "Let's find out."
The owner told them that, although both rooms were cleaned and furnished, neither was available to guests. With a bit of cajoling from the charmingly witty blonde man, he finally consented and sent a housemaid to make the bed.
"You're amazing, you know that?" Willow giggled after the maid had left and they were alone in the room. "We've been traveling all night, and your wife is a bear if she's awakened by the sun? I can't believe you actually got him to swallow that!"
"He probably thinks we have some kind of weird fetish," Spike grinned.
Willow blushed at the idea that the portly, balding owner might actually have such thoughts.
Spike laughed at her reaction and pulled her close to him, "What's wrong, luv? Never been called a weird fetish before?"
Willow slapped his arm, "Not funny."
"Sorry, baby," he bent to kiss her.
Willow leaned into him and deepened the kiss. Spike lifted her and carried her to the bed. She lay still beneath him as he slowly undressed her. His own clothing followed, and their naked bodies met and wrapped around one another. Her hands played across his chest. He took her uninjured wrist and guided her hand to his hardening cock. His fingers found her clit, and he began to rub against it as she gently stroked him, all the while amazed that she could cause such a reaction from this man.
Her musings were interrupted by the surge of desire Spike's fingers were creating as he teased her. She parted her legs, silently begging him to take her. She whimpered as she felt his cock against her pussy.
Spike brought his mouth down on hers as he entered her. Willow wrapped her arm around his neck, pressing his mouth hard against hers. He began to move inside her, and her body responded in perfect rhythm with his. He tortured her with his slow, deep thrusts, determined to drive all thoughts of the night's distress from the mind of his red-haired goddess.
Willow frantically pushed against him, her entire being focused completely on what his body was doing to hers. Spike sensed her agony and quickened his thrusts. His mouth moved to her hardened nipple, and he nipped at it. Willow gasped as she climaxed. Spike saw her eyes cloud over and felt her hands gripping his biceps before his body succumbed to his own passion and he drove into her, growling as he came.
Willow breathed a satisfied sigh as Spike sunk down beside her on the bed. She rolled into him, and he put his arms around her and rubbed her back. She was exhausted, and her body immediately relaxed as she rested against him and their legs intertwined.
They lay peacefully together for a moment before Spike's soft chuckle broke the silence.
"What's so funny?" Willow asked lazily.
"I was just picturing the slayer and Angel racing around Sunnyhell dusting vampires and frantically looking for you," he laughed and pulled her tight against him.
Spike watched as a grin, equally as wicked as his own, formed on Willow's lips. He kissed the top of her head and listened as her breathing took on the slow, deep rhythm of sleep. He loved the feeling of this small, soft woman in his arms.
The End
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