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Getting Spik(ed) Ch. 01

By: MINKX



Buffy had a plan.

She had finally told Spike that their sexcapades had to stop, that it was wrong, and they could never be together.

She hadn't slammed him up against the nearest wall to fuck his brains out in almost three months. He had stopped trying to change her mind and obviously believed she meant what she had told him.

Which was good.

Not so good was the fact that he was making with the whole Vampire scorned thing and attacking her every time she turned around.

He didn't seem to be actually trying to kill her. She was still alive, after all. But the bumps and the bruising were really starting to add up!

In desperation she had finally come up with a plan, revolving around a wildchild blond named Kiara.

She had met Kiara in a typical Hellmouth moment.

While she was flat on her back beneath a very large and powerful demon who was trying to chew her face off.

The battle axe she'd started out with had been knocked out of her grasp so it was hand to claw combat.

She was at the point of admitting she was seriously in trouble when the tooth gnashing demon suddenly lost his head-literally.

"Ewwww, gross! Yuck, yuck, yuck!"

When Buffy finally managed to boot the dead demon off she saw a tall, stunningly beautiful blond girl dancing around frantically wiping green demon goop off her face.

She was coated head to toe in the noxious slime but with the long waterfall of ash blond hair and the huge emerald eyes, still so lovely that Buffy had a split second Willow moment.

But what Buffy really noticed was that the girl looked merely pissed and disgusted. There wasn't the slightest sign of trauma or surprise considering she'd just faced and beheaded a creature that most people assumed to exist only between the pages of a book.

"It isn't coming off!" The girl snarled.

"Hot water and really strong soap." Buffy informed her. "Yep, been there, done that, wore the remains."

"I can't go home like this! My aunt will freak!"

Since the girl had more then likely just saved her life Buffy figured the least she could do was offer her the use of a shower and some clean clothes.

"Lead the way...and fast! This shit is starting to sting!"

And that, then, was Kiara, wild and crazy and stopped by nothing.

As Giles had said. "She'd make an excellent Slayer."

"Hey cool, can I give her the job?" Buffy held her hands up in mock apology. "Joke, Giles!"

So now Kiara patrolled with Buffy a lot of nights.

She hadn't known anything about Slayers or Watchers, but she had been walking home late one night with a class mate, and ducked into a store to grab a pop.

She'd told the girl to keep going and she'd catch up.

She'd caught up just as the Vampire that had grabbed the girl took the last bit of her blood.

He'd turned to her looking for seconds and suddenly there was a broken branch in her hand, and then it was ramming straight into the creatures chest.

And Kiara realized what few of the inhabitants of Sunnydale ever do seem to figure out. 

The Monsters are real.

She admitted that she'd started wandering around late at night with some stakes that she'd whittled from her uncle's pile of fireplace wood.

Once she knew about the bad things, she felt that she had to try and do something about it.

Kiara wasn't the type to try and convince herself that it wasn't her problem. Or that someone else would clean up the situation.

Both Buffy and Giles, along with the rest of the Scoobies had tried to get her to give up the patrolling.

"I mean hey, come on. I'm out there. You know someone is taking care of the problem." Buffy told her.

It was Anya who solved the problem in her usual clinical way.

"So take her with you Buffy. She obviously has some sort of battle skill. After all she did take out the demon that you failed to handle."

Xander yelped. "Anya."

Buffy started insisting she had been just about to really kick some demon butt.

Giles simply begain to clean his glasses.

And the next night Kiara started patrolling with Buffy.

They had seen Spike at a distance a few times, but Buffy had always managed to do a hasty about face and bolt for somewhere, anywhere, that the blond Vamp wasn't.

But Buffy could see the same signs in Kiara's eyes that she had faced in her own mirror too many times during her insane tryst with Spike.

Kiara had the hots for the Big Bad.

So one night after a particularily trying patrol-Spike had pounced on her a record breaking four times-Buffy had limped her way irately to Kiara's aunt's house.

She'd tossed stones at Kiara's window until her friend woke up and poked her head out.

Seing Buffy Kiara climbed out her bedroom window and clambored lithely down the tree that stood next to it.

They sat at the picnick table drinking beer that Kiara had snuck back in for while Buffy explained the whole annoying situation.

Then Buffy unveiled her plan.

Kiara promptly dissolved into a giggle fit and couldn't stop. That did make it a little hard for Buffy to progress but she plowed ahead.

Kiara willingly offered to help in any way she could, a sultry, excited gleam lurking in her jeweled eyes.

"This needs more beer." She informed Buffy, and darted back into the house.

After she returned with a fresh six pack the two young women started working out the details.

The plan was simple. They would throw a temptation and a distraction in front of Spike's eyes. Something new for him to focus on so that he'd hopefully let up on the Buffy pummeling.

"Because he's getting really good at it." Buffy grumbled.

"All that practice." Kiara piped up helpfully.

They decided they'd set the plan in motion the next night at the Bronze, since it would be a Friday. Buffy was trying to give Kiara helpful clues and suggestions.

It was a little hard to do because by that point Kiara was flat out drunk. And not in the mood to be serious.

Buffy was also on the far side of sober and thus kept forgetting what she was trying to say and losing track of the end destination.

"Don't go all, oh my god you're such a hottie on him. Spike loves a challenge. So if he comes up to you on the dance floor and asks you to dance you totally blow him."

"I don't know Buf. I mean the Bronze can get pretty wild, but I still think I'll get kicked out if I blow Spike on the dance floor."

Buffy snarled impatiently. "Kiara! I mean blow him off!"

"Well yeah, but..."

"Kiara!"

"Ok, ok, my bad, not funny. I'll be serious, honest!"

And she managed to be. For a few minutes between each fit of uncontrollable giggles.

But they finally hammered out the details, down to what Kiara would wear. Which was to be not much, and sexy as sin.

They said their good nights and Kiara fought her way back up her tree. She only almost fell twice, but got stuck four times, giggling all the while.

Buffy stood and watched the entertainment, then turned and staggered for home.

"So help me Spike if you jump me I'm gonna spike you, wait Slayer you, stalk you...ah fuck me. Stake you!" She yelped, finally victorious. "Ow, my head hurts!"

She made it home, amazingly in one piece, and fell on her bed still cussing out Kiara. Two minutes later she was asleep.

And that was what put them there at the Bronze on a Friday night.

Buffy was sitting with Willow, Xander and Anya. She had told them to pretend that they didn't know Kiara very well when she showed up. The Scoobies had looked a bit puzzled, but shrugged and agreed.

Then Buffy waited, and waited, all too aware of Spike in his usual dim corner glowering at her.

It was nearly 11 before Kiara finally showed up. Buffy almost started yelling until she remembered the plan.

"Settle Buf." Kiara murmured, taking a chair that gave her back to Spike. "I figured a few hours of him staring holes at you would put him in the mood to conquor something."

"That or break my back." Buffy grumbled, but she knew Kiara's idea was good.

"Ok, so now what?" Kiara wondered. "Should we go dance together like good buddies? Would he get off on the idea of banging one of your friends or figure that the loyalty thing would make it a waste of time?"

"Spike loves a challenge. The harder the better."

"And I bet he doesn't lose many of them either." Kiara smirked, getting up so that she faced Spike as she took her coat off.

They dragged Xander, Willow and Anya out to make the dancing a group thing.

Once on the dance floor Buffy let herself get lost in the music for a while. Then she found herself pulling back and mostly just watching Kiara dance.

It wasn't just another of those Willow moments that popped up so easily when one was around Kiara. Buffy noticed that most of the people who were close enough to really see the tall blond weren't doing much more then vaguely swaying in place.

Kiara was wearing a jade green halter dress that covered and clung to her full, firm breasts. From the front, barring the second skin fit, the effect was almost demure. At least until she turned and you saw her naked back.

The skirt came down an inch or two past her knees, but was slit both sides to mid thigh.

It was obvious if you looked more then merely briefly that Kiara wasn't wearing anything but that dress.

Buffy amused herself watching one person after another register that little fact.

Kiara had worn her waist length hair up, so as not to obscure the nakedness of her back. But styled in such a way that you knew when that hair spilled down it would be long.

At first Buffy hadn't really given much notice of Kiara's casual positioning of herself as they'd all moved onto the dance floor.

But Kiara was a master manipulator. She'd told Buffy to let her know if and when Spike noticed her.

Buffy snorted. If? Anyone would notice Kiara, heartbeat having or not. Spike was still a man...and he could still lust.

Buffy sighed. And resolutely pushed the twinge of rueful regret back down where she could ignore it.

She was the Slayer. She couldn't have Spike. Angel had been bad enough. And Angel had a soul, one with a clause of course. Damn clause should have knocked into her head how bad the having of sex with Vampires was.

Buffy and Vampire sex? Oh yeah, it was great. Until it blew up in her face.

Then you got the whole killing of innocents and trying to end the world bit.

If she couldn't have Spike, and no you can't girl, she stoutly reminded her lavicious libido. She wasn't about to let him end up with some stupid bimbo who would only see the blond, the sexy, the luscious accent. And not just because she knew he'd eventually get annoyed enough to eat the bimbo.

Spike was her favorite pet Vampire. And if she couldn't have him, well, she could at least hand pick who did get him.

And Kiara wanted him.

Kiara, who had become her soul sister.

Kiara, who wasn't a Slayer but could kick such fierce demon ass you almost forgot she wasn't. In her own special way, Kiara to seemed more then merely human.

It took Spike a while to stop just glowering at Buffy. But Kiara wasn't something even a demon could remain immune to.

Kiara dancing, eventually you just had to look.

There were others who danced more smoothly, moving like they maybe did it for a living, but Kiara dancing...

She moved her body as if she loved it. She knew it's every nuance and secret, it's every strength. She knew everything that supple body was capable of.

She moved it in ways that showed a watcher that she was a sensual, sexual creature.

Kiara danced as if she was fucking the music.

Kiara dancing made a watcher wonder how that beautiful body would move engaged in a dance of sexual lust.

And Buffy watched as Spike's eyes begain to sweep back and forth between her and Kiara.

"Anytime, Kia." Buffy sighed.

Kiara gave Buffy a gentle, are you sure smile.

Buffy smiled back. "Go for it, girl."

And Kiara turned in her dance to give Spike his first glimpse of her naked back.

The way Spike's mouth actually dropped open before he snapped back to Vamp cool was almost enough to allow Buffy a giggle.

Buffy could almost feel him getting hard.

All at once she'd had enough.

She was glad Kiara had caught Spike's eye. Kiara was perfect for Spike.

And Buffy tried to believe that one day she would find someone who was perfect for her.

And if those damn Powers had half a heart it wouldn't be another Vampire!

"Gotta go Kia, patrol and all."

She kept an eye on Spike as she made her way towards the exit. For a minute it looked like he might follow. Then she could see him decide he could kick her around anytime.

So he stayed, and the Slayer made her lonely way home.

With Buffy gone Kiara felt a little frission of fear tickle up and down her naked back.

For a second she wondered just what the hell she was doing.

"Uh, Kiara, Anya and I are gonna head off. Gotta open the Magic Box early and all."

"We're going home to have lots of sex." Anya added brightly in her blunt say it like it is way.

"Anya!" Xander groaned, dragging her away.

"Have lots of jollies, children!" Kiara giggled.

"I should go to." Willow said. "Homework and all."

"Well damn, should I have showered or something?" Kiara protested.

Willow smiled. "He won't come near you if any of us are around. And no, Buffy didn't say anything. I worked it out myself. So have fun, and remember, if it gets scarey, knee him in the balls then run like hell. Even a Vamp needs a little time to recover from that."

And then Willow was gone and Kiara was on her own.

She thought about bolting for home. But somehow she knew he would simply follow her.

Here at least there were people.

She kept her back to him.

That was scarey. Not knowing where he was or what he was doing. But truely terrifying was getting caught in those eyes.

Reading that blatant message that told her, I'm going to slam you up against a wall and fuck you until you scream.

Unfortunatly the back to the Master Vamp was also a bit of a tactical error she discovered when she was suddenly hauled up against a cold, hard chest.

He came up behind her and slipped one arm around her waist, the other crossing her throat to cup her shoulder.

To anyone watching it looked simply like normal dance floor fore play.

But there was nothing normal in the inhumanly strong arms pinning her brutally to Spike's steel hard body.

"Hello cutie, shall we dance?"

If she'd been able to breath, Kiara might have protested.

He pulled her lower body in tight against his hips and Kiara felt the hard thrust of a full blown erection.

They swayed together in silence as he moved against her in sultry seduction.

"Last call." Someone yelled over the lingering notes of the final song.

"Wanna go somewhere and fuck like animals?" He purred into her ear as he released her.

In a sensual daze, Kiara somehow managed to remember Buffy's command. "Don't go all oh my god you're such a hottie on him."

She turned and in one smooth move hit him as hard as she could in the belly.

Then she ran like all the hounds of hell were baying for her blood.

Ran as hard and as fast as she could in heels that were meant for seduction rather then speed. Ran until heaving lungs and aching legs forced her to stop.

"Should have hit him in the balls." She wheezed out loud.

"Would have been a better idea." Hissed a voice right behind her.

She whirled and he was there, game face on.

It was terrifying but unexpected. Buffy had warned her that he would "suit up" to intimidate.

He was obviously surprised when she didn't immediatly start to scream and freak out.

"Back off!" Kiara snarled in the hardest voice she could manage. "It's still an option!"

"You could try. But are you fast enough?"

And then he rushed her and she was slammed up against the wall behind her so hard her head bounced off it.

Oh gods, this was one pissed off Vampire.

One pissed off, horny Vampire she amended as he pinned her to the wall.

One hand wrapped around her neck, jerking her head up. The other traced a line of cold fire up the slit of her skirt.

"Now the question is...do I bite you, or fuck you?"

"Bite this!" Kiara brought her knee up savagely and nailed him. The hand around her throat relaxed one tiny degree and she tore free, pushing him back.

She kicked off her heels and ran as hard and fast as she could.

She got further this time. Far enough that actually getting home alive begain to look like a possibility. And then she was slammed into another wall. Face first this time.

Getting a whole new take on the rough sex thing she thought a bit dazed as she bounced back and he spun her around only to slam her back up against the wall.

"Now I'm gonna do both!" He rasped viciously and swept her skirt to one side.

He grabbed her by the throat, tightening his grip just enough that things begain to blur at the edges.

She heard the rasp of a zipper going down.

A heart beat later he slammed his cock home, grinding his hard belly against her softer one.

Her face was crushed against his shoulder and in uncontrolled need she bit into it savagely.

He yelped and tore free. "Bloody bitch!" He slapped her hard. "So you want to play biting games? Stupid move bint. Mine are much sharper then yours!"

He drove his fangs into her throat.

He sunk them deep, but didn't rip at her. She'd seen Buffy's scars from a Vampire who had been far less gentle, and far more hungry, and was fuzzily relieved.

She convulsed around his pounding shaft.

There had been a change of being able to play it cool. At least until he bit her. Then the Vampire thing had her.

There was a reason most victims never struggled very hard. And it wasn't simply because most Vampires were so damn sexy.

With his teeth deep in her throat and her body exploding around the cock pumping in and out there was no way to keep going with the ice maiden act.

She got her hands under his shirt and ran them up and down the delicious muscles of his chest and back. She clutched his shoulders and moaned in a voice so filled with sexual pleasure it seemed to come from a different Kiara.

A Kiara who had never been to this place. One who had never even dreamed it was possible to feel what he was making her feel.

He laughed with evil mockery against her throat, sucking hard and deep.

His hands roamed her body, roughly pinching her aching nipples, then moving down to cup her bottom and hold her tight against his hammering invasion.

She wrapped one of her bare legs around his jeans clad thigh, loving the feel of the rough fabric against her silky softness.

He lifted her with a brutal jerk, and told her to wrap her legs around his waist.

She did so and he turned, bracing his back against the wall. The hands cupping her bottom begain to move her up and down his shaft.

She didn't know when his teeth had come out of her throat. She didn't care about anything but that cock still burying itself deep in her throbbing body.

He slid her up and down his hardness, first slow and almost gentle, then deep and fast. And when he finally came, he buried his fangs back into her throat.

She came too, and as her body tried to shudder to bits, consciousness faded. 

Getting Spik(ed) Ch. 02



Kiara came to caught between a rock and a hard place.

The rock was the marble of what she knew to be the slab in Spike's tomb. The hard place was Spike himself.

She was naked beneath his heavy weight. Spike himself wore nothing but a diabolical smile.

"Welcome back pet. Ready for round two?" He purred. And without waiting for an answer he punched his cock home.

Kiara screamed out in a confused mix of pain/pleasure. Spike was big. And her pussy was already aching sweetly from his first assault on her captive body.

Spike laughed with savage satisfaction.

"Like that, do you?"

"Fucking bastard!" She hissed, trying to bite him again. "I hate you!"

"Yeah, but you're loving this!" He shot back and kept her from biting by grinding her mouth under his.

Without warning he rolled them off the slab, taking the brunt of the fall on his own back.

Kiara's breath whooshed out. His chest was harder then the slab she'd just been laying on. By the time her body remembered that unlike his, it needed air, he was fucking her again.

And even with Kiara on top he Dominated her totally.

He held her two wrists together in one hand against the floor back behind his head. His free hand yanked one knee and then the other up so that she was almost riding his chest.

She was smashed against him from hips to head, her face pressed into his shoulder, her legs tucked tight up against the cool flesh of his waist and thighs.

It was a position where she couldn't move away from him by so much as an inch.

All she could do was whimper and shudder when he bent his knees and braced his feet so that he could pump up hard into the pussy impaled so deeply on his cock.

He snapped his hips with so much force each time that Kiara's body glided up and nearly off his shaft with each fierce thrust. Then gravity and her own body's weight led her back down until they were belly to belly again.

She had the distant, dizzy wish that he'd stop hammering up into her and just stay flat and still for a minute or two so that she could rub and grind her clit against him until she could cum. And then she was exploding, screaming her throat raw, her pussy walls convulsing and caressing the hard flesh buried so deeply in her wet, hot cunt.

She heard Spike snarling out his own throaty bellow of satisfaction, and felt his chill seed jetting endlessly inside of her still pulsing depths.

She collapsed on top of him, her body boneless, still twitching and shuddering and shivering minutely.

Oh gods, she whimpered silently. That was, that was...as close to Heaven as I will ever get. At least here on earth.

She felt a little guilty invoking the name of Heaven when thinking about something so sinfully carnal. But the bare bones truth was that nothing had ever been as good as what she had just finished experiencing.

Kiara melted bonelessly on the hard body beneath hers.

"So, you and Buffy gonna compare notes now?" He drawled lazily.

Suddenly she felt as if her body had been doused with ice water.

Kiara gasped and lifted her head to meet his calculated gaze.

"W-what?"

"The plan." He prompted tauntingly. "You know, the one where old Spike gets thrown a nice juicy bone to get him out of the Slayer's hair?"

"Wha-how...?"

"Buffy wasn't paying much attention that night." He smirked nastily. "Kicked her bloody ass good I did, four times! And tell the chit I staked five Vampires who were trying to sneak up on her as she headed for your place!"

Kiara thought about mentioning that the only reason Buffy had been so off her game was because she HAD just gone four seperate rounds with the Master Vampire.

She was blond, but luckily far from stupid. She was still sprawled on top of him. And her pussy really needed at least a short rest. So she stayed quiet as he continued his explanation.

"Once you two little manipulators got into the beer I could have snuck up and sat at your feet! I was ten feet away, you bloody twits! I can hear a leaf fall from a hundred feet pet. So believe me, I got the whole story."

"Then why..." Kiara broke off abruptly. She wasn't sure if she wanted or was willing to complete that line of thought.

"Why am I fucking your brains out? Why not? It's obviously what the Slayer wants." Spike shrugged his shoulders, his beautiful eyes chipped in ice. "And what the hell, you're not the Slayer. But you're as close as I'm gonna get. You're a fine piece yourself, luv. I'm not one to refuse a gift that's as deliciously packaged as you. But enough with the small talk. Let's get back to the business of fucking!"

And as quickly as that Kiara found herself suddenly on her hands and knees, the leather of Spike's duster slick sliding beneath her as she tried to keep her balance under the punishing thrusts of Spike's hard cock.

How in hell could Buffy give this up?

And why the hell wasn't Buffy suddenly hating her, what with Kiara being the one who was now getting all this amazingness?

Then Spike's nimble fingers were sliding down to pinch and rub at her clit, and up to attack her nipples, and Kiara lost herself back into the luscious act of simple fucking.

She thought his plan was to maybe use his cock rather then his fangs to kill her before he was finally sated and rolled away from her to grab a pack of cigarettes from his duster.

He handed her a lit one, seeming to know she was a fellow addict. Or maybe he was just thinking that even a non smoker would turn to smoking after the rigorous paces he had put her through.

"Mmmmmm." He purred sleepily. "I feel good." He lazily lifted an arm to glance at his watch. "Thought so...almost sun up. Get your pretty little ass home. It's undead sleep time for me and I'm not having you poking about here watching me sleep." 

"Why, do you snore?" Kiara snapped snottily, already skittering about searching for her dress.

"Watch the mouth cutie. There's still enough time for one last round before sun rise." He warned.

"Where are my damn shoes!" She wailed, putting as much physical distance between them as she could.

"About two miles back."

"Oh yeah, right." Kiara mumbled, reminded of her extremely ineffective attempt to escape Spike's clutches.

"Ok bye!" She was almost out the door when his voice stopped her.

"Be back by sundown."

Kiara froze, not turning from her almost walk into almost dawn. "Why?"

"Belong to me now, remember?" He purred soft and low. "Pacts and promises. So be back by sun down. Don't make me come looking for you blondie. I tend to wake up in one hell of a mood."

Oh great, Kiara moaned to herself. She didn't want to even try and picture Spike in the midst of a bad mood. Thinking about all the bumps and bruises Buffy had been sporting lately gave a really good idea.

"Oh, and luv?"

"What!" She snapped, desperate to get away.

"I wake up hungry."

Only the barest bit of a squeak escaped Kiara's suddenly frozen throat. Dignity be damned! Kiara tucked tail and ran like hell.

Taking with her the sound of Spike's laughter ringing in her ears long after she was finally home.

She stayed at her aunt's house only long enough to scarf down a bagel. She was feeling light headed and ravenous. That blood loss bit, plus the extended rounds of hot, brutal, animal...no!

No, no, no, wasn't going there! She grabbed a bottle of water and bolted for Buffy's house.

Buffy was slumped over a bowl of soggy cereal, unenthusiastically spooning up bites while flipping through a magazine.

It had been a long night of patrolling for her.

"Hey Kia." She drawled, barely looking up. "I think I rumbled with one of every species of demon the Hellmouth harbors last night. No Spike at least though...I take it he was, uh...busy?"

"Hah!" Kiara yelled. "Hah, hah, hah!"

Kiara's high pitched hahs started Buffy so much that her elbow jerked and sent her bowl of cereal flying off the table.

"Well, hell." Buffy groused, glowering down at the mess spread halfway across her kitchen floor. Her eyes flicked back up to the now pacing Kiara.

"What's up Kia? From the looks of you, I want to say you must have had a great night." Her eyes lowered to the blond's bare feet. "Where are your shoes, by the way?"

"About two miles back!" Kiara snarled.

She dropped gracefully into the chair across from Buffy and plopped her head down onto the table.

"Guess what Slayer. You got a little sloppy that night. Spike was right there and heard every damn thing."

Buffy spewed a mouthful of juice across the table.

"Gee thanks!" Kia grumbled, swiping at her arms. "You and goo, they go together!"

"Oh gods, tell me you're joking!" Buffy choked out.

"Would I look this fucking wrecked if I was joking!"

"You were with Spike, the Big Bad, Master Vampire you know! So yeah. But I do get the not joking part."

It was Buffy's turn to plop her head heavily down onto the table.

She banged it on the table top a few times then looked up at Kiara,

"I'm dead. We are both so totally dead!"

"Hah." Kiara snorted. "I don't think you're dead. He took it rather well, considering."

Of course that sent her mind back to remembering all those hours under Spike's bruising body taking payback. And no she was not going there!

"There's the small matter that he now thinks I am his slave or something. But no, I don't think either one of is is going to end up dead, yet. Unless of course I decide to kill you!" Kiara snapped, slapping Buffy on the back of the head.

"What kind of Slayer doesn't check the place out for the Vampire she wants to be talking about!"

"One who's been getting beaten up by said Vampire all night long already!" Buffy snapped back. "Four times, remember...I went four rounds with that psycho! By the time I got to your house it was a miracle I still remembered my name!"

The two blonds glared at each other.

But before it could get really nasty Kiara exploded into giggles.

"Oh shit Buffy! When I knew he knew! Oh my god!"

"Before or after?" Buffy had to know.

"D-d-d-uring!" Kiara howled, laughing so hard she slid off her chair and landed in a heap on the floor.

"And I couldn't even move at that point. So I'm kneeling there wondering if this is the point where my head gets ripped off!"

"What do you mean you couldn't move? No, wait, Buffy doesn't wanna go there! But back up to that now I'm his slave part, would you?"

Kiara shrugged. "Those words pretty much explain the situation Buf. He figures he owns me now, because of our pact thing. He told me to be back there by sunset."

Buffy blinked. "Uh...what are you gonna do?"

Kiara sighed and dragged herself to her feet.

"I'm gonna get myself some sleep. I have a Vampire that I don't want to make come look for me expecting me once the sun goes down. Can I borrow a bed?"

"Sure Kia, take your pick.

As Kiara staggered off, suddenly so exhausted she could barely keep to her feet, Buffy's voice stopped her.

"Ki, I'm sorry. I obviously didn't think this whole Spike plan through very well. I shouldn't have..."

Kiara giggled softly. "Don't sweat it Buf. Yeah, would have been nice to not have alerted the Big Bad to our little scheme, but..." She grinned merrily. "Should be one hell of a ride! Oh, I need to crash. See ya when I surface Buffy."

She stumbled into Buffy's room, knowing her friend was up for the day.

She pulled her dress up and over her head and collapsed on the bed.

Kiara told herself, no thinking about any of it. At least not yet.

Of course, that was easier to say, then do.



Getting Spik(ed) Ch. 03



She should have taken a quick shower.

She reeked of Spike. His cigarettes, the whiskey that had flavored that luscious, talented mouth. She could smell the leather of his duster on the fingers that were cupping her cheek as she tried to sleep curled up about a comforting, soft pillow.

They had never actually made it downstairs to where Spike had a real, normal bed.

He had taken her on the floor, Kiara on her hands and knees, at least until the savage strength of his hard pumping body had driven her down flat on her belly. He had finished them both off that way, pinching the tight nubs of her throbbing nipples as well as her swollen pulsing clit.

She was screaming long before the finish when they both exploded into a climax that had Kiara seeing flares of silver and gold and bright colors.

Even now she wasn't sure which had been foremost the pain or the pleasure.

Spike wasn't exactly a gentle lover. He fucked hard. And he fucked fierce.

Kiara had a sneaking suspicion though that she rather liked her lovers on that cusp of almost violent. If she hadn't enjoyed it, would she have cum harder then she'd ever imagined was possible?

She had literally lost track of how many times he had taken her body. She knew it was at least five times, thought it might have been as many as eight. Vampire stamina was all it was written up to be. She had the facts and the next time she read fiction making Vampires out to be asexual creatures, she'd laugh herself into a coma!

He had taken her from behind once, bent over his single battered chair. She'd found herself wondering vaguely and without any real concern which object would break first the fragile chair or her merely human body.

With her long legs spread wide, Spike's cock had seemed to reach so deep up inside of her. It was always a twisted, crazy mix of pleasure and pain with her new Vampire lover.

And oh gods she was definatly headed for hell because she loved it.

Another time, he'd done her like that first time in the alley, when he'd turned and braced his body against the alley wall and lifted her up and down his cock, those inhumanely strong fingers digging into the curvy globes of her ass.

She'd squealed and moaned and whimpered, chewing on his shoulder and neck and the corded lines of his throat as if she'd been a Vamp herself.

She'd clawed his shoulders and back, drawing blood of her own, and howled high and hard enough to startle the very Powers To Be when she finally came yet again.

And now with the those tiny licks of sun sneaking between where Buffy's shades didn't fit quite right she couldn't fall asleep.

But she was just too tired in body to move. It was only her mind that was alert and twitching. All she could do was lay there smelling the smells and aching.

After all those hours and hours and some acts she'd only ever read about in books she found herself still wanting more.

Eventually she did finally fall asleep.

When she opened her eyes again the room was dimmer and the house silent.

For a moment she panicked, thinking she must have slept past Spike's sun set dead line and picturing a ranting Spike tearing up Sunnydale looking for her. She relaxed when she realized that she could still see sunlight in the cracks where Buffy's shades didn't fit perfect. The sun had merely moved to the other side of the house.

When she checked Buffy's bedside clock she learned she had about two hours before Spike would be expecting her. So she slipped out of bed and went to take the shower she'd needed earlier but had been too worn out to take.

After the shower getting ready was pretty easy. She simply slipped a pretty sundress from Buffy's closet over her lotion silked skin. She had a feeling she wouldn't keep clothes on for long once Spike was awake.

She'd never worn much in the way of makeup. Kiara was more of a tomboy then one of those delicate girly girls. Foundation made her skin feel tight and uncomfortable and she was blessed with good genes and clean, clear skin.

She remembered Spike rasping something about drowning in her emerald eyes so gave her lashes a light coating of mascara and slicked a little shiny gloss on the full lips he'd bitten and called luscious.

She found a perfume that seemed barely used. She didn't want to smell like Buffy, and very lightly dabbed it between her breasts, behind her ears and knees. She made sure to dab with a skinflint's touch.

She knew that smell was a powerful arousal factor where Vampires were concerned. Their sense of smell was far stronger then that of a human. Both in regards to pleasing scents and those that were not so luscious.

Suddenly she stopped and stared at herself.

"What the hell am I doing? And gods, why am I doing this? Ok, this is dememted. I'm standing here doing anything I can think of to make myself sexually appealing to the Vampire who basically raped me in an alley. Yeah it was kinda planned that way but damn girl!"

Kiara shook her head and stared into the eyes in the mirror. "I wonder if Buffy ever did this? Wore something she knew would make Spike hot, or some perfume that would have him sniffing around her? Oh man, gotta get out of here! I'll just go to his crypt a little early and watch him sleep. I wonder, do Vampires ever snore?"

She was glad that Spike's cemetary was within walking distance from Buffy's house. The way things had been going lately if she'd had to drive there was almost a given she'd have either ended up stuck in traffic, or stopped by a cop after first being stuck in traffic and then speeding to make up time.

Either way the thought of a homicidal Master Vampire tearing up Sunnydale in search or his misplaced "property" via the pacts and promise thing was not a pretty idea.

Happily Spike was still in his undead sleep state when she got to his tomb.

He was on his back with his arms folded beneath his head. And wearing nothing but a sexy half smile and a sheet kicked down low enough to expose that sexy dip a lusciously fit and toned male always owned round about the hip area.

Kiara found herself poised halfway between the door and the slab of marble that Spike lay sleeping on.

"Oh this is good." She half laughed and mostly whimpered. "I'm literally drooling here!"

And now what the hell should she do? Kiara hid her shyness behind cocky, half arrogant confidence. She hated looking stupid or goofy.

So she didn't want Spike to wake up and see her just standing there twiddling her thumbs like a fricking half wit. But there really was nothing much to do in the crypt.

She wasn't about to explore Spike's downstairs without his go ahead.

And upstairs there wasn't much beyond Spike and a few candles.

And yeah...she was playing with enough fire as it was, thank you very much!

She heard Spike making a throaty purring sound behind her and turned to see him stretch and arch his body.

She watched with the fatalistic eyes of someone viewing a car accident with a death toll as the sheet slipped off his body and pooled on the floor beside his sleeping spot.

"Oh-My-Fucking-God!" She whimpered weakly and hopelessly, staring at the naked beauty of the alabaster body less then ten feet away from her.

Kiara had suddenly found something she desperatly wanted to play with!

Buffy had casually mentioned that Vampires did really sleep like the dead. The Vampire locked in his daylight sleep had no awareness of outside events. He was locked in darkness with only those dreams that might fill his mind.

Kiara moved closer timidly waiting for Spike to move or purr or something. But once more he lay motionless.

"Spike? Spike?" She whispered loudly. "I'm back. Are you awake?"

She poked him in the arm. Then after no response from that pinched him with more enthusiasm then was probally wise but he stayed in his undead slumber.

Kiara just stared at him for a while.

God he was so beautiful! How could something that she knew to be so viscious, savage and murderous, be so physically pleasing?

She ran a gentle, glancing touch over his face. Those knife edged cheekbones, that mouth that she just needed and hungered to taste and lick and bite.

Her hands slid down to explore his body.

He was a Master Vampire so on the whole so much stronger then human, no matter how big or bulked that human might be compared to Spike.

He wasn't especially tall. Kiara herself was maybe 5'8", a little tall maybe in regards to the typical female of today.

She figured Spike was 5'10". Or maybe as much as 5'11". He did have to slightly lower his head to devour her mouth.

She delicatly stroked the delicious muscles in his chest and arms and vaguely off in some far away part of her mind she wondered if Vampires worked out.

Her eyes were drawn lower to that taut belly. And she couldn't do anything to rid her mind of the memory of how good that rock solid belly felt grinding against her own as he fucked into her pulsing, wanting body.

She didn't notice how fast and catching her breathing had become and licked dry lips all unaware.

She had to. She needed to. And so she bent down quick and pressed several little butterfly kissed against that irresistable belly.

The flesh under her mouth quivered and a cold hand slipped around the back of her neck.

"Don't quit now pet." That familiar English voice purred. "Not when you're getting to the good part."

Kiara gasped, and tried to straighten up and back away.

"Uh-uh." He chided almost gently. "You made it hard now make it feel better. Put your mouth to me. That's one of the few things we didn't get around to last night."

He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the slab. He'd kept his grip on Kiara's neck and now used it to pull her into the space between his spread thighs.

"Come on my sweet pet. You know you want to taste me." His ice chipped blue eyes drugged and dazed her.

Kiara found herself moving in closer.

"That's right luv. Now do it to me. And make it good!"

He leaned back on those powerful arms, his eyes still locked with Kiara's.

"Gonna make me beg?" He growled.

"Would you?"

Kiara was honestly just simply curious. She wasn't trying to be a smart ass.

"Hell no, little girl. I'm the big bad, remember?" He smirked down at her. "In a minute I'll just grab you and choke you on it. Now quit stalling. I want to feel those lips wrapped around my cock. And I want to feel them now!"

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Sorry readers, this was going to be longer, as requested, but my computer says it needs to shut down. I have already posted another chapter..the fifth chapter, I'll be patient and I promise I'll type up a wordy one! Thanks, and appreciation towards those that enjoy my humble little things.



Getting Spik(ed) Ch. 04



Spike reached out and grabbed Kiara by the back of the head if not the throat and pushed her down to meet his waiting cock.

Kiara opened her mouth and let Spike slide his shaft between her soft lips.

She twirled her tongue around the thick head. Poking the stiffened tip at the slit in the head she eagerly licked away the drops of pre cum. She nibbled delicatly around the edges of his glans then closed just the top inch between tight lips and suckled him with hard little butterfly sucks.

Spike's hips jerked up off the slab.

"Bloody hell!" He moaned, panting needlessly. "Do that again-harder!"

And Kiara did again and again, Spike thrusting up his hips, swearing and sweating with the muscles of his supporting arms stiffened and shaking.

"Deeper!" He hissed. "Take it all you little witch bitch. Take it down to the balls!"

Kiara obeyed avidly moving her mouth and teeth and tongue up and down Spike's throbbing shaft. She used her hands on his shaft and balls to send the writhing Vampire out of his mind.

He was gripping the edges of the slab now, ready to tear chunks of marble out with his bare hands.

He wanted to grab her by the hair and drag her up his body. He wanted to impale her on the cock she was pleasing better then any one else ever had.

But even more he wanted her to keep on doing what she was doing until she sent him off to the only heaven left open for a twisted evil son of a bitch Vampire like himself.

So he kept his grip on the edge of the slab and snarled and groaned out his pleasure.

In a rare moment of almost lucidity he realized that she was now only using one hand on him. The other had disappeared beneath the silky folds of her sundress.

He reared up off his elbows and savagely tore the dress to shreds.

Kiara gasped around the pumping heat of his cock and flashed dazed eyes up to meet his. Then gasped again when she saw him with game face on.

"Use both those hands!" He rasped. "I've got this part covered." And shoving her fingers away he rammed three of his own up into her dripping cunt.

Kiara's scream was muted and garbled around the hard flesh that was buried halfway down her throat. And as suddenly as that she was cumming. And cumming so hard and fast that the throbbing of her pussy nearly tore Spike's fingers off.

He came to gripping the back of her head and fucking her mouth savagely.

When the last of the shudders had finally drained away he reached down and grabbed her by the arm to drag her up and over his limp body.

"We're gonna rest a while." He mumbled in a sated daze. "Then I'm gonna fuck you until you scream the walls down. And then you are definatly going to do that to me again!"

He did and she did all night long. And this time when dawn came he wouldn't let her leave. He just lifted her exhausted body and carried her down into the belly of the crypt.

He laid her down and crawled in after her. He rolled her body to the side and spooned his own up tight against her every quivering curve.

"I want to wake up inside you tonight." He murmured sheathing his still hard cock in her aching, swollen slit.

Kiara moaned weakly. "You're gonna kill me Spike."

"Oh no, that would be stupid and very, very bad. You might walk around feeling half dead for a while. And you will definatly be walking stiff. But I imagine that eventually I'll get at least a little sated and won't have this insane craving to fuck you from sunset to sunrise. Now shut up and get some sleep."

"Bite me." She mumbled drowsily.

"I already have pet." He mocked. "Damn near everywhere."

That was the start of Kiara's total life change.

When her parents died together in a car accident a year or so ago Kiara had been 20 but still living at home while she went to college.

She couldn't stand to remain alone in the house the three of them had shared since she was born. To get away from the pain she accepted her mom's older sister's offer to come and stay with the only family she now had left.

So she'd packed up the things she couldn't let go of and arranged for the house and the remaining contents of that house to be sold.

And moved herself to Sunnydale.

It didn't take her long to realize that her aunt had always been resentful of her beautiful baby sister.

And it was obvious that the dislike had simply transferred to Kiara once the sister was gone.

But her uncle was nice, if a bit dull and plodding. Her aunt's hostility never flared out obviously so Kiara simply stayed. She just needed the connection, no matter how fragile and chilly.

She had the money from her parent's estate and found a nothing, no matter job to fill the days. 

Nights she wandered around killing Vampires and anything else that saw fit to attack her.

She'd come home after her aunt was asleep and go to bed. And get up just to do nothing more then more of the same.

She'd told Buffy a little about how it had been for her on their patrol nights.

And after her second time with Spike, knowing he expected her to spend her nights with him she accepted Buffy's offer to move into her house.

The Slayer was lonely since her mother's death. And it was nice to for Buffy to have someone around willing to pick up the groceries and keep the bathroom stocked with things like toilet paper and toothpaste.

All those little things that Buffy never seemed to find the time to do.

Kiara quit the dead end day job that she cared so little about that she couldn't even have answered honestly if you'd asked her do you like it or loathe it.

She got a part time job at The Bronze. She liked music and the Scooby gang and Buffy spent so much time there anyways it made it extra pleasing. And of course if it was after sunset Spike would be there as well, usually lurking in his old dim corner. The difference was that his eyes were on her now and not Buffy.

Sometimes he'd actually sit with the Slayer and the Scoobies. He'd trade insults with Xander and gently mock Willow and Tara and manage to even exchange a civil word or two with Buffy.

So that was Kiara's new life.

She had a deep, I would die for you friendship with the Slayer. And she had warm relationships with every member of the Scooby gang.

She had a job that she actually liked that gave her free music and a chance to be a sassy, social butterfly.

And a lover who Dominated most of her moments.

She usually spent from sunset to sunrise with Spike, sometimes simply in the same room sense when she was working at The Bronze.

Better yet was spending those twilight hours still moving from one sexual act to another with Spike who as yet had shown no sign of being even close to getting sated.

Often she would fall asleep with him as the sun rose. Sometimes she didn't make it back to Buffy's house for days.

Buffy never worried about Kiara. She knew if Kiara wasn't there at the house or out patrolling with her then she was with Spike. And the Big Bad's obsession with her beautiful friend would never allow Spike to really hurt Kiara.

And the Powers To Be would find themselves helpless to save any idiot who made an attempt to hurt Kiara.

It still surprised Buffy that Spike hadn't turned back into a ruthless killing machine after Glory had ripped the chip out of Spike's brain when she was trying to get him to tell her where her Key was.

She still missed Dawn who had been forced to move to New York to live with their father Hank after Joyce had died. But they talked often both on the phone and with the help of computer Instant Message. And Dawn swore every time that the day she turned eighteen she would be on the first plane back to where her home really was.

So Buffy wasn't maybe lollipops and puppy dog happy. But she no longer harbored that morbid desire to find the first nasty she could and offer it her unprotected throat to chew on. 

Kiara on the other hand was happier then she had ever been.

She had loved both her mother and father. And she'd always known how deeply they loved her back.

But her mother had always been quiet and a bit withdrawn. Of course that was to be expected loving and dealing with the sort of man she had given her heart and her total loyalty to.

Because the blunt truth was that Kiara's retired military father had been quietly, totally and completely insane.

Her paranoid father was the reason why she was able to patrol with Buffy and be a help rather then a hindrance. It was why she could also, kinda sorta, hold her own with Spike when they had one of their blow ups. That and the fact that he always held back enough to never really hurt her.

Her father had been convinced that one day the world would shatter and civilization go down in bloody flames. And he had vowed that any child of his would be given the skills to cope with that future.

The only child he ever had was Kiara. There were no others to divide his attention between. So by the time she was six she could have taken out her entire kindegarden class up to and easily including the teacher and probably have blown up the school after as well.

She and Buffy used to giggle about it.

"I was a midget McGyver." Kiara chortled.

Buffy was rolling on the floor convulsed in laughter. "I will never forget the face of the sixth grade bully I beat up when I was 8. That boy was so humiliated he probably wished I had killed him!"

Kiara's life had never actually been a horrible one. Just a very strange and unusual one. There was no doubt about her father being insane. He simply was in a quiet way that attracted no outside attention.

No one but the three family members ever had a clue that there was an underground bunker beneath the house that included areas to practice shooting, blowing up things, and hand to hand combat.

Or the fact that Kiara had been barely four the first time a gun was tucked into her tiny hand.

Her father had loved her, insane or not. In the madness of a highly intelligent mind he was doing what he thought needed to be done. He was giving her the ability to survive in a world he totally expected to crash and burn.

"You should have been a Slayer." Buffy was always insisting. "Even with Slayer super powers I get bounced around. I win because I'm usually stronger and almost always smarter. But it's never easy."

That always made Kiara laugh because of how true it was. They came home from almost every patrol with Buffy a black and blue bloody mess.

Kiara rarely ever had even a scratch.

When Buffy saw a nasty she flung herself at it instantly.

Kiara took in the situation and usually did as she had done the night of the first encounter with Buffy.

She ducked and danced around the out skirts of the encounter. Always just out of reach and usually barely even noticed. And then a back got turned or a beastial mind became fully focused on beating up Buffy. And then the nasty forgot about the simply merely human Kiara.

And she lopped off a head. Or she stabbed straight through the heart or sliced a spinal cord in two. She just merely did whatever Willow or Gile's research had told her was the answer.

That or she listened to Buffy's yowling demand to "get your ass in here and slice and dice this Hell spawned critter!"

At the start of her patrolling with Buffy Kiara had been a little more reckless. The idea of dispatching demons, being a hero even when it was of the shadows with the majority of Sunnydale remaining clueless as usual, that was still a pretty cool concept!

At least until the night that Spike came upon Kiara and Buffy trading blows with almost a dozen newly whelped Vampires just in time to see Kiara get punched hard in the face and then go down half unconscious beneath a boiling mass of Vampires.

Neither Kiara nor Buffy had realized Spike was even in the area until they heard a savage roar of murderous rage. And then there was another body staking and decapitating anything that wasn't Buffy or Kiara.

"Oh shit!" Buffy yelped, pulling Kiara free of her Vampire hog pile. "We have another Vampire!"

By the time Buffy had dragged Kiara back to her feet the new Vampire was slamming the two stakes he held deep into the hearts of the last two Vamps standing.

And both Kiara and Buffy had seen the black leather duster. Then the dust settled and they made out the platnum white hair.

"Oh fuck!" Kiara gulped.

Buffy gasped. "Let's run!"

Kiara sighed. "Yeah sure. You got that Sonic Slayer speed. I'm just a mortal."

"We could kick him in the balls!" Buffy hissed urgently.

"And what would that do beyond making him homicidally pissed off at us?" Kiara growled. "I think he looks mad enough as it is!"

Kiara sighed in resignation, watching as Spike slammed the two stakes he'd just used to dispatch basically the whole brood of newby Vamps back into the pockets of his duster and then whirled to face them.

"Slayer." He drawled.

"Uh...Spike...hey. Wow that was cool. You're really fast I gotta..."

"Slayer."

Buffy swallowed. "Yes Spike?"

"Go home." He growled.

Buffy gulped and glanced at Kiara.

Kiara smiled weakly. "Uh, night B...it was fun."

Spike snorted and Kiara flinched. Oh she was soooo fucked!

Buffy didn't want to but Spike started growling and Kiara nudged her with a subtle hip. Buffy looked Kiara in the eye and unwillingly left her friend alone with the silently smoldering Master Vampire.

"You're not gonna like kill her are you?" Buffy forced herself to ask.

"Slayer...go home!" Spike roared.

Buffy went. Even a Slayer knew when to play chicken.

Next up...my favorite part. Spike takes Kiara into his dungeon and imparts some lessons to her. Simply for her own benefit, of course, grins.



Getting Spik(ed) Ch. 05



After the Slayer left, Kiara and Spike stood staring at each other.

Even from thirty feet away Kiara could sense the rage boiling off the Vampire. Only the fact that she knew he wouldn't ever really hurt her, at least not much, kept her from fainting or at least trying to bolt for some dubious safety.

"Uh Spike...er, that's really the first time Buffy and I have ever had a hard time with..."

"And it was almost the last time, for you at least." Spike drawled in that oh so terrifying flat voice.

"Really, I was just about to..."

"Home. Go."

They threaded their way through the cemetery towards Spike's tomb. Spike was hanging back as if he thought he might grab her by the throat if he got within touching distance.

Kiara just knew Spike was thinking up diabolical ways to punish her for putting her life in danger and tried to work up some indignation. "I mean it's my fucking life!" She mumbled to herself, forgetting for a moment how acute a Vampire's sense of hearing was.

"Actually, pet, it's my life. Buffy gave you to me, remember, pacts and promises?"

Then they were at Spike's tomb. He wrenched the door open and shoved Kiara through the doorway.

"Get your ass downstairs." He growled, crossing over to where he kept his booze. "And Kiara?" When she turned back he was guzzling deeply from a dusty bottle of Rum. "Get your clothes off-unless you want me to rip them off."

"Yes Spike." She murmured obediently, turning away to hide her smile. So he wanted to fuck her? That was always a pleasure. Even when it did involve pain.

If she'd have seen Spike's smile she would have tried desperately to reach those doors. Impossible and hopelessly not gonna happen as the attempt would have proved. Anything to escape what she would have seen in that smile. A smile he wouldn't have bothered to try and disguise if she had looked back at him. She just didn't. And so she didn't see that Spike was still furiously angry.

He was in a rage that she had almost gotten herself killed tonight. And half homicidal, hotly resenting the way he had felt when he'd seen her get punched and go down. He hated the feeling of fear that had sent him racing faster then ever in all his life, or unlife, to protect Kiara.

The Slayer thing had nearly sent him out to take a walk in the sun more times then he could stomach honestly admitting. He was not in love. He would never fall in love again. The Hounds of Hell could come and tear him apart and then piss on the bloody raw bits before he'd fall for a fucking pseudo Slayer!

So this wasn't fucking love, he snarled to himself. It was just that she was his little slave, and he'd always been very possessive about his belongings. Besides, she had the hottest, tightest, wettest little pussy he'd ever fucked into. And when she wrapped those pouting full lips around his cock... 

"Aurgh!" Spike snarled, tilting his head back he gulped down the remaining few inches of rum, then turned and fired the empty bottle at a mirror he'd always hated.

Downstairs, slipping off the last of her clothes, Kiara heard the explosion and shivered. Spike was really, really pissed. And Kiara was starting to get a little scared.

Upstairs Spike grabbed himself a new bottle, and cursing, yanked at the waist band of his painted on jeans. Thinking about the fucking and the sucking had given him a hard on the Vampire could have used to pound holes through cement.

Maybe he'd pound her first, he thought with a savage, feral smile.

Yeah, that was a bloody good idea. Just grab her, spread her, and ram his aching cock balls deep up that delicious cunny.

Fuck her hard and deep and cum fast. Leave her aching. Better yet, just make her suck him off.

Because the Big Bad had a plan. And by the time he was finished with her, she would never, ever dare to put herself into that sort of danger again! Yeah, he'd keep his little witch bitch safe and sound. Even if it took half killing her himself!

And he damn well wasn't gonna do it with a raging hard on that was causing him exquisite agony every time he moved!

Kiara helped him make up his mind on the fuck or suck issue.

It felt like she had pulled half the muscles in her body when she went down under that pack of disgustingly skanky newby Vamps, and she was trying to work a few of the kinks out of her body when Spike glided silently into the room.

So she was standing there with her legs nicely parted and her back to the door as he came in. And then she suddenly bent at the waist to touch her palms to the floor. While standing there totally nude.

Oh bloody fucking hell, Spike roared to himself. In two strides he was on top of her and tearing his fly open. He grabbed her by the hips and slammed his cock in to her balls deep on the first lunge.

Kiara would have fallen forward onto her nose if not for the hands holding her up. When she tried to straighten he pushed her back down.

"Stay there!" He hissed. "This won't take long!" Minutes later he was exploding, his cock pumping her full of icy seed.

He pulled out abruptly without bothering to tuck himself back in and grabbed her arm.

"Come here." He growled, pulling her out of the main room and down a dusty hall way.

There was a door at the end of that hall way. He pulled a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and shoved her into the room.

It was the purest, darkest, most engulfing blackness Kiara had ever encountered. She couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. Just felt it when she finally bumped her nose on her palm.

She knew Spike could see with his Vampire eyes. She could hear him moving around. Then the click of a lighter, and a small lantern flared to life in a distant corner.

Kiara didn't like this place. Even in the ebony darkness she sensed that it was a bad place. She knew that evil things had been done here. This room had seen rivers of blood spilled. Heard bone after bone after bone break and shatter. This room had sucked in countless souls as they died in their unspeakable agony.

"Spike, what...why..." She whimpered. "Please, I don't like it here. I don't want to be here. Please, can we go!" She gasped as he turned from lighting another lantern.

He had his game face on.

"Haven't been here for a few years." He murmured softly, walking around the room idly touching shapes and objects she could barely see in the gloom.

"This is where Dru and the Big Bad used to play. With each other...and, guests."

And that's when Kiara realized that the room she was standing in was a torture chamber.

"Oh my God." She moaned .

"Don't think you'll find him here, luv." Spike whispered softly, almost gently.

Kiara flung herself at the door.

Spike just stood, knowing the door was locked.

Kiara fought with the door, then gave up and leaned her head against it.

"Please Spike, don't do this. Let me out of here."

"They all pleaded, pet. But Dru and I had no mercy. We loved their pain. We bathed in their blood. After all, they were only weak, worthless, pathetic humans."

She could sense Spike moving towards her through the inky darkness.

"I'm not gonna hurt you kitten...much." He amended with a wicked chuckle. "But we got a problem here, little girl. You're playing stupid with your life. And I don't like it. I didn't like the way it felt to watch you go down under that mass of punk assed baby Vamps. And I'm gonna make damn sure that I never have to see or feel that way again pet. When we're done here, you'll weigh your options and intended actions much more carefully before leaping into the fray."

"I don't mind that you help the Slayer. I know that you love it, that you need to do it. I'm glad you're her friend. Buffy needs a good friend. The Scoobies are all busy with their own lives. It's not like it was back at the start when she was the center, the universe they all revolved around. She's lonely, and too often alone. It makes her very reckless and stupid at times."

"But I think the two of you have been forgetting who I am. I'm the Bid Bad, William the Bloody. I got the name Spike for a reason pet. I don't kill my lovely little Happy Meals anymore simply because of one thing. Buffy would have to try and stake me. And then I'd be forced to have to try and kill her. And neither of us want to go that road."

"But the thing you need to remember is that I am evil. I am a Vampire. I have no soul. I have no conscience. I kill not just because or when I have to, but because I want to. It's what we do. And I like it. Tearing open an enemies throat, ripping his still beating heart out, oh I enjoy that. And I'm very, very good at it."

"I will promise you this Kiara. As long as you never align yourself with my enemies or try and stake me yourself, then you will stay safe even around my evil side. And I will protect you from any one or any thing that would try to hurt you."

"But I'm not human luv. I don't play by their rules. Hell, beyond Buffy's rule of no killing the Happy Meals I don't play by any rules. I just do what I want, when I want. That's the thing I love about being a Vampire!"

"You need to realize that I'm not some nice boy you bring home to mommy and daddy." He smirked nastily. "I might just eat them, they play too many twenty-one questions with me."

"I think you've been hearing too many stories from Buffy about that meek, neutered Vamp who helped Buffy out night after night like a whipped, good little boy. Don't have that chip in my head now days, thanks to Glory. I can hurt pet. I can rend and tear. Hell I can kill anything I'm big enough to take out! The Big Bad is back little girl. And I think you need an introduction."

Suddenly Kiara was furious with Spike. He was deliberately trying to terrify her. And apparently he meant to hurt her. Even if, as he said...not much.

Well fuck that shit! Two could play his nasty game. She'd never be able to scare him the way he was doing to her, but Vampire or not, she could damn straight hurt him!

Without warning she lashed out with her right foot, kicking backwards with all the force she could pull from her young, strong, trained body, slamming her heel viciously into Spike's belly.

It was a good, fierce blow and it connected dead on.

She swirled her body around , her left foot coming up to nail him in the head.

She knocked him back a dozen feet and settled into a wary, defensive stance. She was too smart to try and follow up on those first two strikes because she knew he'd recover and be back on his game before she could get over to him.

He straightened up laughing, swiped some blood away from his nose and grinned at her avidly. "Oh this is gonna be so much fun! Didn't realize that you liked to play rough lover! Should have told me. I've been holding so much back!"

Oh Lordy Lord Kiara moaned to herself. What the fuck had she just set in motion! Underneath her fear though, was a twisted, nasty demented little bud of tight, hot excitement.

Kiara had never dated much. Most boys were a little put off by the fact that she could wipe the floor with them. And she had no interest in the ones that wanted her to dominate them.

She would never, ever be able to dominate Spike. 

"You do realize that you can't win?" Spike purred tauntingly, stalking towards her with game face on. "Just be a good little girl and do what I say."

"In your dreams!" She spat, her body tingling, waiting. "I know I can't win but I'm sure as hell gonna hurt you some before you do!"

Spike grinned at her. "I like being hurt. I was with Dru for over a century. Pain makes me hot. You know I love it when you use your teeth when you suck my co...oof!"

He'd suddenly rushed her but Kiara kicked him savagely in the teeth and ducked away.

They circled the room. Every once in a while Spike would lunge at her and Kiara would kick or punch him away. He never once retaliated. Kiara had an idea that was simply because he was saving it all for when he stopped having fun and decided it was time to move on to "punishing" her.

Her eyes darted around taking in all the bizarre objects of torture the room held. Her mind wondering what exactly Spike had in mind. She caught sight of an Iron Maiden and winced.

"Nah, not that one." Spike demurred. "It would poke too many holes in you."

Kiara squeaked. She'd allowed herself to get distracted and he was almost on top of her.

"I'm more then content to just keep on poking those luscious holes you already have." He added with a lewd, crude leer.

"Pervert!" Kiara yelped, doing a forward dive and somersaulting between his legs. She kicked him in the balls for good measure with both bare feet then came up out of the tight roll and darted to put the solid bulk of the massive horizontal rack between them.

Spike straightened and snarled at her. "Starting to have a bit too much fun here, aren't you pet. I think it's my turn now!"

And moving with preternatural Vampire speed he leaped onto and off the old rack, landing in front of her.

He grabbed her and slung her around and a second later was bending her over a waist high bench, locking her wrists in place and pulling her legs far apart and securing her by the ankles as well.

"There we go pet. Now not a word, or I'll have to gag you as well. Of course you can scream if you feel the need." He gave a nasty laugh and ran his hands over her twitching body. 

"This is a whipping post luv. But don't worry. I'll be very careful not to leave any scars. You have such beautiful skin it would be a shame to mar it."

He walked around to the front of her and moved over to a shelf that held a generous selection of nasty looking implements intended for the cause of pain and punishment.

There were whips curled up there of all types. She saw something she thought was a cat-of-nine-tails, a rattan cane, a ruler, paddles, even a set of wooden backed hair brushes. She wished she could laugh at the thought of being "punished" as her father had done a rare time or two when she was young. But there was nothing remotely amusing about watching Spike's hands fondling the various objects. Watching him pick up one or the other in consideration before setting it back down. Kiara's heart nearly stopped when he picked up something that he didn't put back.

She thought it was something called a quirt...and she did not like the idea of him using it on her!

"Always liked this little honey." Spike purred. "Used right it stings like a bitch but doesn't draw blood. Of course, you can also use it to rip flesh into crimson shreds if that's your preference."

He moved back towards Kiara, circling her body and teasingly stroking it with the quirt.

"Don't you dare do this to me Spike!" Kiara hissed, trying to sound fierce. "I swear I'll hate you!"

Spike shrugged callously. "Hate, love...what's the difference? What does any of it matter. It's one and the same. It all just ends eventually."

Suddenly Kiara wanted to cry. If that was the way that he felt then why were they even bothering to have-well whatever the hell it was that they had? She wasn't stupid. Obviously this wasn't going to be a forever thing. Spike could potentially live forever. She wouldn't. But to hear him spell it out so hard and cold hurt. And it hurt bad.

Instead of crying she cursed at him. "The second you free me I'll be out of here. I'll never even look at you again!"

Spike laughed mockingly. "Then maybe I should just never let you go. Keep you here locked up always available to me?"

"Buffy would figure out where I was and come save me!"

"I'll kill her if she tried!" Spike snarled savagely.

They stared at each other. Kiara's eyes were stunned, scared, and confused. Spike's eyes were filled with possessive anger and cloudy with emotions he refused to acknowledge. 

"Enough." He suddenly rasped. There was the hiss of displaced air and then that vicious little quirt was tracing a line of molten, liquid fire across Kiara's bare bottom.

She gasped, sucking in hard, nearly choking on the pain, but refused to scream.

Fucking idiot, she berated herself. Just how stupid is it to piss off the Vamp with the nasty little whip? Oh you do moron with blinding talent, she berated herself, jolting as the quirt struck her tensed cheeks again.

She didn't count them, but she thought he gave her at least twenty stinging blows to her ass and thighs.

She never screamed for him. She vented the pain by shrieking obscenities the entire time.

Finally, he tossed the quirt over her head to land untidily back on the shelf and Kiara desperately hoped that meant he was done.

H slid his cold hands teasingly over the aching globes of Kiara's flaming ass. "Had enough yet?"

Kiara erupted . "You fucking rotten dirty son of a bitch bas..." 

He clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Naughty, naughty...such language pet! I guess we're not done yet. Well, I've always been a bit of a hands on sort of Vamp..." And with that his palm came down to savagely connect with Kiara's already throbbing butt.

Kiara screamed through his fingers in total, almost mindless rage and bucked violently in her restraints.

But she couldn't get away. All she could do was thrash uselessly as Spike spanked her harder and harder with one hand while the other hand wandered up and down her body and fondled her with lewd depravity. 

I'm being beaten while getting molested her mind shrieked at her in fierce outrage.

"I'm gonna kill you Spike! So help me God I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Kiara howled.

Spike laughed and stopped slamming her ass long enough to lean down to kiss her neck. "I know you want to baby. You just have to learn to stop being so bloody reckless."

"Ever thought of just asking me to be more careful, you psychotic fuck?" Kiara spat.

Spike laughed softly. "This way's better. You'll never forget the lesson."

"And I'll never forgive you for it either!" Kiara vowed.

Spike moved into view in front of her. "But you'll watch yourself, and stay safe. That's good enough for me."

He leaned in, to kiss Kiara harshly, then licked away the tears of pain and rage.

His tongue laved up and down, over her cheeks, down her neck, behind her ears.

"I'm so fucking hard pet. I'm a bad, bad man. I'm gonna fuck you now."

Kiara flung her body against the restraints. "Don't you fucking dare you son of a bitch! No way in hell do I wanna...."

And he silenced her with the gag he'd threatened her with earlier.

She assumed he would just slam his cock into her. But he folded with that amazing Vanpire grace to crouch between her thighs.

Oh no! She yelped into the damn gag. Hell no! No, no, no...she squealed into the gag when he suddenly lunged like a viper and latched onto her swollen clit.

She didn't have much room to wriggle or thrash as it was, the way she was bound, but he gripped her ass with both hands and held her in place.

He sucked her clit in hard, flicking his tongue against it and biting.

Kiara tried to decide if it was more pain, or just pleasure, and then he released her and shoved his tongue deep into her pussy.

Oh gods, no doubts there. That was pleasure.

His tongue licked and laved and probed, joined by two talented fingers that pushed up, in,curled, and found her sweet spot.

Kiara whimpered into the gag, her hips pushing the little bit that they could against his mouth, taking those talented fingers.

Oh you fucking bastard, she moaned silently...and then she was exploding, erupting, cumming, giving him her sweet sugar juice and he was lapping it up.

Her pussy was still pulsing hard, empty and aching, when he straightened with the type of fluid, boneless grace that only a Vampire could ever manage, and then his hard, thick cock was ramming itself through the convulsing walls of her cunt, burying the full length, only to pull out and ram back in.

Kiara nearly chewed her gag to bits while Spike hammered in and out of her. She never stopped cumming the entire time he fucked her in search of his own release.




Getting Spik(ed) Ch. 05



He exploded inside of her, finally, his chill seed soothing her raw, hot cunt.

For a moment they stayed, melted, melded together. He released her from the gag.

"I'll never understand why the fuck Buffy never staked you!" Kiara slurred, already half asleep. And then, her strong sense of honesty compelled her. "Actually, I do."

Spike laughed. But Kiara had already fallen asleep, trusting him to take care of her.

hink this chapter might actually be rather long. Salutations to that nice reader who wanted a long chapter, all for you, grins. I actually managed to have a bit of patience and spent like two days writing this. Patience, and me...major miracle, honest!

The next chapter, Kiara wakes up first.

Spike really needs to get a clue in regards to playing with Kiara. Watch out for the wildchild characters.

And then there's that whole question about, how do you hold a Vampire down helpless again?

My spell check might have gone insane. Here's hoping not! 



Getting Spik(ed) Ch. 06



When Kiara woke up, Spike was still deep in Vampire sleep. She grabbed his wrist to check the time, planning to bolt and go to ground somewhere he couldn't find her. Like the nearest twenty-four hour church or something!

Her bottom still stung. And she was almost mad enough to stake him-almost.

Kiara stared down at the motionless Vampire, half hating him for being so beautiful that the thought of punching a stake into that perfectly muscled chest made her ill.

She wasn't usually the dramatic type. But she had to accept that seeing him turned to dust would probably kill her.

But she was furious with him. And she was even more pissed off at herself. Because every time she thought about the emotions that had to have driven Spike into doing the things to her that he had done last night, she could feel the anger draining away into something soft and gooey.

She didn't like that.

"I'm not soft." She whined sullenly. "And I damn straight don't do gooey."

All uneasy in regards to acting out of character aside, she didn't like the melty shit because it reminded her of those women who excused the black eyes, the broken limbs with the lame declaration "But he loves me." 

"Yeah, sure." Kiara grumbled. "I'm willing to buy that love hurts. But I don't think I can buy that it's ok for it to hurt in that sort of way."

But then you had the whole crazy Vampire aspect to add to the twisted mix. Vampires liked pain, obviously. They loved causing it. And while she couldn't speak for other Vampires, she knew her Vampire also liked receiving pain.

Buffy had been Spike's first human lover. And from the little bits that she had let out to Kiara, those two had basically beat the shit out of each other before, during, and half the time after, every time they had sex.

And he had been with Dru for a century. If she hadn't managed to wander away from her minders one day with the bright idea of picking wildflowers under the afternoon sun, he'd probably still be with her. And she knew he and Dru used to tear each other up.

Kiara and Spike sometimes got into actual physical confrontations. Usually it was a matter of Spike being in one of his smart-assed, snarky moods and deliberately and intentionally goading Kiara until she finally lost her fiery Irish temper and was driven to attacking him to get him to shut up!

She'd try her hardest to punch or kick him, and he'd dance around her just out of reach letting her get in a point or two, but essentially just winding her up tighter and tighter until she'd stop dead and blister the air for a full five minutes with a creative mixture of curses and cuss words, then she'd spin on her heel and stomp for the door.

He'd pounce on her laughing with maniacal glee and drag her hissing, spitting and clawing at him down into the belly of his crypt. He'd strip her with brutal, efficient skill, Kiara screeching "Don't you rip anything! No, wait, knock it the fuck off!"

Once he had her naked he'd toss her onto his huge bed, and before she'd stopped bouncing he'd be naked himself, and crawling up between her sprawled limbs like the deadly predator he was.

Still in fighting rage, Kiara would try to kick or push him away.

She was a warrior in her own right, but she was also female, and simply human. She never stood a chance. Even those few times she managed to score a direct strike to Spike's balls. On those occasions she might actually make it off the fucking bed, but never many strides towards the ladder before he was on her and flinging her back to the bed. Her sparring partner, was after all, a Master Vampire.

When their fucking was fueled by fighting as foreplay, he would sometimes tease her, tell her to settle down and be a good girl or maybe he'd just tie her to the bloody bed. He never actually did. But then he never truly needed her tied down to totally control and Dominate her.

He'd simply pull her hands up over her head, holding them easily by the wrists with one of his own, drop his hips into the lush cradle of her own, and worm her thighs open wide enough that he could rub his hard cock tauntingly against her hot core.

That bastard could kiss. Hundred plus years would turn anyone but a complete idiot into a master craftsman. And he'd learned very quickly just exactly where to nibble and suck on Kiara's neck, throat and shoulders.

She'd still be screaming, cussing and cursing him, whenever she could manage to wrench her mouth free. Or when Spike choose to concentrate on laddering her throat or neck with tiny little bites and wet, slick licks.

Kiara hated to give up or give in. But by the time he was on top of her like that, every hard, sculpted muscle of that perfect body rubbing, pushing, crushing her...the vocal bitching was mere auto pilot. Her eyes would be starting to glaze into that sexual thralled daze that only Spike had ever put her under...fucking Vampire, she'd think, always, every time, helpless to pull free of it.

And he'd taunt her with it, rubbing his cock against her increasing wetness, kissing her until she gasped desperately for air when he pulled back to bite gently at her neck or dipped his head to suck a swollen nipple. He'd pinch her nipples almost brutally, staying always just that level below when it would make her cry out and clear her mind just enough...

He'd tease and taunt and torment her until Kiara couldn't remember that she was furious with him. Drive her out of her mind with sexual need until it didn't matter anymore that she had intended to leave, and he had dragged her by force to his bed. Push her into such abandoned arousal that she would eventually, always, every single time, bend then break.

Those times when he forced her to fight, then carried her like a primitive conquering savage to his silk sheeted bower always ended in the same way.

"Fuck me, oh gods you demon bastard, fuck me hard!" Kiara would scream, and a heartbeat, for a human, who had one, later Spike would be pounding into her aching, exultant cunt. And he'd fuck her for an hour or more, using his Vampire endurance to refrain from cumming until she had exploded around his hard driving flesh a dozen times or more.

Whenever Spike got that need to goad her into trying to kick his ass, he'd fuck her the whole night long after, and Kiara would sleep for nearly a day when he finally allowed her respite. Then wake up and swear by any oath she could think of, next time Spike got in the mood, she was running! But she never did. And she wasn't sure if it was simply because she had never ran away from a battle, or if she just loved the carnal play.

Kiara pulled herself free of her erotic thoughts with a determined yank.

"This was different, damnit." She snarled softly. "I stick around for the other thing, so obviously I like it. Even if I'm not comfortable admitting that I do."

"Gods, it's all just so fucking messed up crazy!" She whimpered unhappily.

She'd known that taking a Vampire for a lover was totally fucked up. Even a Vampire as out of the ordinary as Spike. But she hadn't had a hope of resisting. Buffy's plan was damn stupid. Even Buffy had admitted that after the event. Buffy had allowed her desperation to find a way to get Spike to stop beating the shit out of her night after night, and her real fear that one day, Spike in an extra bad mood, or maybe simply drunk, might decide to go for his third slayer, had made her convince herself that Spike and Kiara were a good idea.

Kiara hadn't had a hope of finding the word no.

The first time she had seen him she'd been looking for Buffy in her favorite, most Vamp populated cemetery. He and Buffy had been destroying a gang off Vampires that had broken up the slug fest he and Buffy had been engaging in. Not that he cared to help Buffy out anymore at that point. He was just furious that they got in his way.

Kiara had stood beside a tree and watched him kicking, punching, tearing and rending with shouts of pure joy. And her entire body had convulsed with a feeling of, please God, I gotta have that pure lust.

It was rather a case of, sorry, all and any roads, they lead right here.

So Kiara stared down at her beautiful, sleeping, evil asshole of a Vampire and thought about biting him or something. And then her eyes fell on the set of handcuffs tossed casually onto the headboard and Kiara's wild child bright green orbs gleamed! 

Oh my and oh yeah she chortled in a decidedly diabolical manner. 

She knew Spike had a bunch of handcuffs squirreled away. He collected the damn things like kids collected trading cards.

She looked down at her defenseless Vampire and grinned evil. "Oh baby, you might be the Big Bad...but I'm a little hellion brat. And this is gonna be so much fun!"

Refusing to think about that stupid little cliché about paybacks are a bitch, Kiara slid off the bed and scurried around the room, unearthing a pair here and there until she had enough. Then she crept back on to the bed and gently checked the time again. She yelped softly. Sundown was closing on her fast. She needed to get this done before Spike woke up on her.

"Teach you to think about me as a mere, female human!" She growled softly as she scurried about on the bed.

"Paybacks are a total fucking bitch lover!" She purred with hot, dark, wildly excited hunger. "And oh baby, I am definitely a bitch!"

She kneeled beside the hips of her lover, eagerly waiting for him to awake. She wasn't stupi. Even if she was, "merely" human. Kiara knew the handcuffs she had used on Spike's wrists and ankles weren't enhanced by magic. If he decided to, they'd be nothing but a bunch of bits of broken metal in an instant.

It would all depend on his allowing her to "play" with him.

Spike woke up with the sense of something off kilter. Then he tried to roll over and grab a smoke and realized he couldn't because he was chained spread eagled to the posts of his bed with his own bloody handcuffs. First thing he thought was to wonder what enemy had found him. His second thought was, Kiara's pissed off.

He heard a whisper of sound and raised his head enough off the bed to see Kiara glide into view at the end of his bed. Wearing nothing but one of his black T-shirts

The material was so thin and well worn he could easily make out the sight of her tight little nipples. Two taut, excited nubbins of arousal. And the shirt was so short it barely covered that hot little mound.

He could smell her sexual arousal. And his cock hardened in answer.

"Hey luv." He purred. "I need a cigarette. I mean there's torture. And then there's torture."

Kiarra giggled, and moved to get his smokes out of his duster pocket.

She lit one with a sensual flair, drew on it a few times, then crawled up the bed between his spread thighs. She was careful not to touch him in any way. Even when she put the cigarette to his smirking lips.

They shared the cigarette in silence, then she leaned over him to stub it out.

He tried to nip her breast as it passed over his head, but she arched up and out of reach.

She still hadn't touched him, but he was already throbbing hot and hard.

"Still pissed luv?"

Kiara smiled sweetly, kneeling between his thighs, so close he could feel the heat radiating off her skin. She danced her fingers lightly over his chest. Then with no warning, still wearing that honey child smile, raked her long nails down his chest to his belly.

He hissed in a breath, his nostrils flaring to take in the scent of his own blood. Together they gazed down at the ten ragged furrows welling up crimson. Then he looked up and caught her eyes, and smiled.

"More."

Taunting him, she dipped her head and licked at the bloody welts, lapping them clean.

Spike's breath, that silly human behavior thing about him, was coming harsh. Kiara's playing the Vampire was making him so hard he briefly considered snapping the cuff Instead he decided to lay back and enjoy what he hoped would be just the start of some very twisted hours!

Maybe he could get her to use those teeth somewhere other then just his...

"Ahhhh...bloody hell!"

His little bitch witch had just licked her way up his chest to his ear. And she was now gnawing enthusiastically on the sensitive lobe!

"Like that?" She purred, poking the sharp tip of her tongue into his ear.

Spike's only reply was a strangulated grunt.

He had his eyes closed. And every muscle in his body was clenched against the desire to rip free of the flimsy cuffs.

He wanted to fuck her so bad he wondered if the heat generated by that need would send him up in flames.

"Am I being too mean lover?" She cooed, laughing at him, knowing what she was doing to him.

"I want more!" He snarled as their eyes locked.

"What, like this?" She hissed kitten fierce, and suddenly latched onto his throat with her blunt, baby human teeth. "Wanna pretend I'm the Big Bad and you're just a puny human?" She mumbled around the mouthful of flesh her blunt little teeth had dug into.

Spike howled, and slammed his head back against his pillow, tearing his flesh free from Kiara's teeth.

She stared at him for a moment in shock, then looked down and saw his hard cock twitching a warning. Before he could erupt Kiara had her fingers wrapped around the base of his throbbing shaft and was choking the tide back down.

"Oh no you don't!" Kiara pouted, lifting her face away to his view. And the simple sight of her, those luscious lips rimmed red, the blood on her chin dripping down in sluggish rivulets past her throat to creep beneath the neckline of her shirt nearly snapped him.

He was a heart beat away from turning the fantasy into reality. The only thing that stopped him was the vision of two pairs of agony filled eyes. Kiara's resentful, hurt, sad and betrayed eyes...as she walked towards the Slayer with her arms wide open to show her lack of weapons, begging her almost sister without words needed, I went down, I failed, I lost...give me rest before I can become one of the bad things we fought against. I ask just one last thing, kill me as you have to.

He knows Buffy well, after all these years. She would do what she had to. She would punch that sharp stake between Kiara's ribs and turn her best friend into mere ashes in the wind. And then like a hell spawned fury her rage would turn towards Spike. Sometimes passion and pain and a need to pay something back are better then simple skills. In that case, that one time...Spike would have no chance. She would destroy him in her screaming agony. And once she had, that very same night, she would find a way to meet her own end. To destroy both Kiara and Spike...those would be Buffy's last straws.

So Spike stared at the blood, and his demon roared to rage, but the bits of William that still lurked saw two pairs of beautiful eyes filled with sadness and death.

Then Kiara's sexy little tongue poked out to lick her lips clean of his blood and Spike's cock tried to do it's thing again. And he thanked...whomever he had the right to...that bloodlust was slipping into...pure lust.

"Spike, cut it out!" Kiara whined. "You're always so horny!"

Spike laughed in half insane hilarity, making a vow to himself that he would never let Kiara know how close he had come to draining and turning her.

"I'm sorry pet, you just excite me so much. And you know I wake up aroused." He mocked with a lusty grin, wanting to distract Kiara as well as himself.

"Mmmmm." Kiara purred lewdly, staring down at the rampant beast her long, limber fingers could barely wrap around, "I remember." She pushed out her full lower lip and pretended to be mad at him. "You always have to be such a contrary asshole. You just always have shagging on your mind!"

"Sorry luv." Spike tried to look contrite. ""It's just, well...I guess I always want to be shagging you."

Kiara glowered at him, only half in jest. "I guess I'll just have to do a little something so we can get back to other matters."

Spike tried desperately not to grin as Kiara slithered down his body.

"Hey, pet?" He purred.

"Huh?" She muttered, already distracted.

"Use your teeth."

Spike didn't even mind when she reared upright and punched him so hard she broke his nose. Buffy had gotten him used to getting that part of his body bloody and broken.

"Always gotta have the last word." She grumbled as she scooted back down his body to where his cock eagerly waited.

And Spike could have staked his own self when she deep throated him just twice before his cock was exploding down her throat in one of the longest lasting orgasm's he'd ever experienced. His nose was almost fully healed already before the last shuddering spasm tapered off...

"Well, fuck!" Spike whined, banging his head on the pillow.

"Poor Spikey." Kiara taunted maliciously. "Little problem with control..."

Spike raised his head off the pillow to scorch her with a menacing glower. "I wouldn't be forgetting that eventually you'll be having to let me out of these hand cuffs."

"Maybe I just won't let you go, luv. Might be interesting at that, keeping you locked up and always here for me." She mocked, throwing his own words back at him.

Spike's eyes glittered at her, a little gold moving in to meld with the bright blue.

"My, my, my...and here I thought you were a good girl."

Kiara made a rude sound. "Where did you get that idea? Good girls don't usually go around fucking Vampires, now do they?"

Spike smirked at her. "Bite me some more baby. I really liked that. And take my damn shirt off. I wanna see that luscious body. Besides, you're getting it all bloody!"

Kiara yelped in laughter. "Oh please, like you don't! You're the master of bloody chaos!"

She gave him torture back, the way she slowly, slowly slid his shirt up, and finally off.

Then she went back to deliciously torturing him with teeth and nails.

And Spike loved every savage, vicious moment of it.

Kiara nibbled up and down Spike's writhing body. Biting and licking and sucking, she raked her long nails up and down his legs. Then her lithe little tongue lapped up the blood.

Spike was nearly delirious with erotic joy. His little bitch witch had a definite talent for causing pain. And Spike loved it.

But now she was just playing with him, moving closer and closer to his center, then moving away without so much as a single lick.

"Damnit woman!" Spike moaned. "You're gonna kill me here!"

"Oh no, that would be very bad."

Her aroused Vampire snarled at her, not amused by her by play with his own words.

"Give me something before I go straight up insane!" He hissed.

Kiara giggled, and moved back up closer to Spike's throbbing cock. She stuck her tongue out, and licked him. Just once.

"How's that?""

Spike erupted, spewing out explicit and actually rather interesting, albeit totally unflattering, obscenities. 

Kiara let him rant for a minute, fascinated both by the extent of his vocabulary and his inventiveness in using that extensive vocabulary. She would have liked to continue with the wide eyed, amazed listening but decided it would be much wiser to give Spike at least a little of what he wanted. After all, she wasn't totally stupid...

Considering she wanted it probably as least as much as Spike did-it was an easy decision.

So she dipped her head and swallowed his cock, pushing down and deep, taking him almost to his balls straight up immediately. 

Spike clenched his fists and desperately started thinking about non sexual things. This time he was NOT gonna cum two sucks into the game!

Kiara thought he'd gone off his rocker when she realized he was moaning about kittens, Smurfs, and Xander in a tutu. Then the light bulbs went off. He was thinking of things that would keep him from coming.

Oh yeah, here was a game Kiara could play!

Of course it was a game that was made for the man to always, eventually lose.




Getting Spik(ed) Ch. 06



A game where one's lover's loss, was really his win.

Spike held out for a very long time, until Kiara herself began begging him to let go. She wanted, she needed the taste of him to fill her overflowing.

Spike knew his demon was about to erupt and beat the shit out of him before it turned on Kiara and fucked her harder then she'd ever imagined, so he released the iron control he'd held his body to.

"You want it baby. Here we go!" He snarled in a voice that was barely still human.

And his hips thrust savagely, ramming his cock deep into his lover's warm, wet, willing mouth.

And Kiara took him. When he came she swallowed every drop of cum and sucked him until he was dry.

Spike willed his cock to stay hard.

He had loved every moment of Kiara's payback. And he had every intention of goading her into doing it to him again as often as he could get away with.

But now, he had an overwhelming hunger to put her flat on her back and fuck her until she screamed!

"Ok luv...now undo the handcuffs."

Kiara sat back on her heels and pouted seductively at him. "And what if I don't wanna...oh shit!"

In the midst of her teasing Spike had casually flexed, and all four of the cuffs exploded into broken bits as easily as if she'd tied him with yarn.

And an instant later she was on her back with Spike covering her.

"Not fair! So I never actually had you...." She whined petulantly

"Oh you had me baby. Even if I did let you. But oh pet, you had me. I wouldn't have missed it for all the blood in the world." Spike assured her.

"So, it was good?"

"As close to heaven as a demon like me will ever get." He purred, licking her neck.

"I'm glad." Kiarra giggled. "Can we do it again sometime? I think I kinda like bondage sex!"

Spike threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Bloody hell, I've created a monster. Yeah baby, we can do it again anytime you want. Only, I get my fair shakes at having you in the handcuffs!"

I hope anyone who liked Dru will forgive me for sending her after wild flowers under the sun. My story just can't have her wandering around unattended. I had to be rid of her. If she popped up things would just get too crazy. It was quick, honest! She didn't feel a thing.

And I hope Kiara was wildchild enough. She is, after all, merely human.

At least she didn't stake Spike while he was sleeping, right?

Grins...he loves Kiara, doesn't he? 



Getting Spik(ed) Ch. 07



Spike was in his favorite place to be, nestled firmly between Kiara's parted thighs. Still rock hard, and tauntingly rubbing the head of his dick against her clit. He had just exploded down her throat, filling her with what had felt like gallons of cum. And he was still hard. He was, after all, a Master Vampire, over a 100 years worth of undead. He had perfect control over the body he'd had so many years to learn about. 

When Kiara had finally relented and engulfed his raging cock he had sworn that he would enjoy the blow job, extend it until she was begging for his cum, then erupt into that decadently talented mouth-and stay hard after to give her the best fuck of her life. He'd loved Kiara's payback. She'd tortured and teased and bloodied him. That and sucked him off twice. But now he wanted that tight, taut, wet little cunny . He was gonna fuck his witch bitch raw and make her scream and beg and plead. And she would cum over and over and over, convulsing and clenching those delicious little muscles around his cock as he slam fucked her through all those orgasms.

Spike smirked down at Kiara. "Loved it pet. You have a talent for being vicious that I never expected. I love your mouth." He leered. "Especially when you use those tender little human teeth. But now it's time for a good old fashioned fuck. You know what I'm talking about. You spread those pretty thighs wide open and I take my cock…"

"Oh God." Kiara moaned, writhing beneath him. "Stop talking and do it to me!"

"Pleasure." He purred, and rammed his cock into her balls deep so hard she slid inches up the bed and her eyes rolled back as she screamed out incoherently.

Kiara's hands scrambled franticly on Spike's back, searching for an anchor.

He pulled out, then thrust back in again equally as hard as his first pump, gliding his hands up her thighs he pushed them wider and settled himself firmly into place, grinding his hips against hers, making sure his pubic bone rubbed harshly against Kiara's swollen clit. And then he commenced with the fucking her raw.

Kiara pumped her own hips back at him with wild pleasure. Keening deep in her throat she dug her heels into the mattress to give purchase to the frantic body that wanted to fuck back hard to satisfy her desperate hunger.

"More Spike! Oh God give me more. Fuck me harder, deeper…please, I need more!" Kiara half screamed, biting hard into his shoulder.

A man might not have been able to give Kiara what she was begging for. A "mere" human might have found that plea to be an impossible task. But Kiara's lover was no mere human. He was a Master Vampire. He laughed deep in his throat, shifted into game face and lifted her body up in the air, draping her long legs over his shoulders.

Grabbing her ass with cruel hands, he pulled her open, and getting up on his knees, fucked into her harder then he'd ever allowed himself. He fucked her the savage, violent way he had always wanted to fuck her. He took her the way a Master Vampire fucks his chosen mate. Harder, faster, deeper then any human male could ever have dreamed of.

Kiara's jerking, drippig body thrashed, half way between wanting even more, and wanting to get away from the mind bending sensations. Then it all became somewhat of a mute point as the slamming hips and deep delving cock of her inhuman lover sent her into a shattering orgasm that nearly flayed her mindless.

And she was coming, her strong, agile young pussy muscles pulsing and gripping Spike's dick in waves that were so hard and furious that the Vampire's cock throbbed with a pleasure that was nearly equal parts pain.

Spike had never in all his life…or unlife, for that matter…felt such sexual ecstasy, and he flung his head back in release and howled like the hell spawned demon creature he was.

They rode the lighting bolt thrill of their orgasms together for endless minutes, then collapsed together in a boneless mix of sprawled, spread, tangled and twisted limbs.

"Oh fuck…" Spike moaned. "I need a cigarette so bad!"

"S-so have one. And gimme one too!" Kiara pante sucking air in hard, wondering if her heart would burst before her breathing settled.

"I can't." He groaned. "I can't bloody well lift my arms!"

Kiara was too exhausted to even laugh but she was able to flop one arm off the edge of the bed and slowly drag Spike's duster up onto the bed.

"There…" She gasped. "Best I can do. You get the damn cigarettes out."

"Want one?"

"Yeah. But I don't think I have the strength to hold one."

Spike laughed weakly, and crawled up beside her.

"Here pet, I'll share."

He held the lit cigarette to her mouth.

"Thanks." Kiara breathed out lazily.

"You hungry luv?"

Kiara turned to tell Spike that all she wanted to do was sleep for a year or two, then realized that she was actually starving.

"Oh gods, I'm ravenous!" She admitted. "What about you?"

Spike smirked nasty and gently tapped her tender, but forgotten thigh.

"I already ate."

"Animal." Kiara groused.

"Demon, actually…and don't even try and to say you're not loving it."

"Just don't tell anyone." Kiara mock sniped.

"Nope. It's just between you and I what we do in bed. What?" He demanded when Kiara suddenly exploded into laughter.

"I'm sorry baby." She sputtered, still giggling helplessly. "It's just that we so rarely ever seem to actually make it to a bed!"

"Yeah, let's see, we've done it in an alley, in, on and over half the cemetery…I think we've covered almost every bloody inch of my crypt…"

"Shut up Spike!"

"Let's do it in my car next, huh? That whole back seat car sex has always sounded so kinky."

"Right…you trying to tell me you've never done it in a car yet, all the years you've been around?"

"Well not the sex part, dinner now…"

"Ewwww, you evil creep, don't even go there. I know you have the whole bloody psycho murderer past life thingy, but keep it out of my face. And just so you know, sorry, but if I find out you're killing anyone I'm gonna break up with you and then I'll tell Buffy on you. I'm sorry but I have to."

"And then will you help Buffy stake me?" Spike asked.

Kiara looked up at him with her heartbreaker emerald eyes.

"Spike, you know I will. I'm human. I have to be on their side. I know I don't compare to Buffy in regards to being a champion and defender, but I was doing it before I ever even met her. I wasn't too bad at it either, I guess. I'm still alive. I know I just hit newbie baby vamps, but…I might be human, but with my history, I'm not typical or normal. God forbid, Buffy goes down some night, Giles already knows that I'll help the new slayer as much as I tried to help out Buffy."

Kiara gazed up at Spike with her unusual eyes. "Please don't ever make me have to help Buffy kill you. You want mayhem and bloody murder, you can help us kill the bad things. You need fresh blood, you can have it from me. Don't make me kill you."

A part of Spike, the demon part, wanted to rip her throat out for even daring to suggest she could best him. On her own, it would never happen, but helping Buffy to get it done…maybe. But even the demon's code of protect the host body regardless of what and who, did not like the idea of a world that was not graced by Kiara.

And it was at that point that Spike realized that even his Demon wanted Kiara, albeit maybe in a much more bloody and brutal way.

Spike snarled at her. "I'm a Vampire, you forget? "

"Yeah, yeah, like I could forget the way you're always noshing on me!" Kiara sneered.

Spike froze, the Demon and the William part of him both amused. The Demon part wanting to make her squeal in surrender…

"You love it." He growled.

Kiara graced him with her best snarky, snotty look. "Oh yeah, always been my goal in life to be an appetizer…"

"Just be glad you're not the main course!"

"Ok you animals!" A familiar voice yelled down the stairs. "Get decent and get up here. You're running late. Why I'm the one who gets to bring you in…ah who am I kidding, Buffy demands, Xander slinks off meekly to obey. Just hurry up!"

"Xander!"

"The Bronze!"

"Willow's Birthday!"

"Ah fuck!" They yelped in unison, and exited the bed.

"Coming!" Kiara yelped. "Damn it Spike." She hissed sotto voice. "What the hell did you do with my clothes! We were just…um, just…."

"Shagging!" Yelled two voices, one from upstairs, one from mere yards from Kiara. She cursed loudly at the one upstairs, and whacked upside the head the one she could reach.

She shimmied quickly into her denim miniskirt, then whirled to give her back to her laughing lover.

"Oh shut up you moron…do my laces." She demanded, indicating the back of her matching cropped denim tank top.

The outfit Kiara was wearing was one of Spike's favorites of the sexy, sultry things Kiara tended to wear. The skirt, short and fitting like a supple second skin. And the top…oh bloody hell that top. It was sleeveless, and came up almost to her throat in the front clinging tightly to those winsome breasts. And short enough to show a few inches of taut belly.

But it was the back of that denim tank top that drove Spike insane. It laced up the back from top to bottom, leaving more then half of that supple expanse bared.

He came up behind her and tugged.

Kiara's breath exploded out of her in a rush.

"Fuck Spike! That's tight. Damn it I can barely breath!"

"You think that's tight, be happy corsets are just a fashion choice now days." He slid his hands up her body and roughly cupped her breasts. "It makes your tits look so good when I pull the laces tight."

"Bastard." Kiara laughed, squirming beneath his pinching, probing fingers. "Spike!"

"Let's tell Xander we'll meet them there baby." He growled into her ear. "This top makes me so damn hard. We gotta do something about it before I can go anywhere." 

"Spike, stop it! We're probably already late. Oh gods…" Kiara gasped as his hand slid down her belly and beneath her short skirt to worm it's way into her panties.

"Ok, if you guys are up and at em I gotta go pick up Willow and Tara now." Xander yelled down the stairs and they heard the heavy thud of the tomb's door closing.

"Up and at em?" Spike chortled. "Whelp must be a mind reader. Now bend over baby. I'll make it quick so we can head off and meet the Scoobies."

"Maybe I don't like the wham bam thank you madam kinda encounter." Kiara whined in fake protest, allowing Spike to move her over to the table.

Spike nudged her down and laughed in her ear. "So then tonight I'll fuck you until you beg me to stop. This one will be for me."

And he gave Kiara one hard thrust and sunk his cock deep.

"Oh God!" Kiara wailed, and was coming before he could even pull out for stroke number two.

"Don't know why the hell you even bother to try and play coy." Spike rasped. "You cum if I even look at you!"

Kiara moaned. "Arrogant much-you fucking bastard!" The way her body was thrusting back to meet and allow his cock to drive deeper and deeper somewhat spoiling the attempted put down.

"Just a man who knows how to please his woman." Spike snarked cockily.

"Oh, so I'm your woman then, am I?" Kiara taunted, trying to ignore the rush to her heart that those words, spoken she was sure meaninglessly, gave her.

Spike reached down and unerringly found her engorged clit. "Just try getting with another man and see what happens." He growled, pinching her clit with punishing fingers.

Kiara gasped and bucked back against him.

"Pretty confident words from someone who sleeps all day!" Kiara hissed haughtily. 

Spike brought his hand back up to stroke her throat.

"I'm a Vampire pet. I would smell him on you, no matter how many times you tried to shower the scent off. Then I'd have to go find him and tear his bloody head off for touching what belongs to me."

"Somebody sounds jealous." Kiara teased.

Spike snorted with contemptuous distain. "Not in this world cutie. You love what I do to you. And I'm the only one who can give you what you need. Oh I'm sure you could find another Vampire more then willing to fuck a delicious little bint like you. But after, they'd eat you. Most Vamps aren't too good at taking in the big picture."

"So then why are you so different? Are you just a human loving pervert or something?"

Spike's laughter rumbled against her back. "Bitch. Beats me. Assuming it has something to do with that fucking chip I had to endure for two years. Not being able to hunt humans, having to turn to them for survival, getting to know Buffy and those damn Scoobies, the lil nibblet and Joyce. Do you know Buffy's mom actually liked me?"

"Everyone can be guilty of bad decisions."

"She just knew I'd never willingly hurt Buffy or the little Bit."

Kiara so did not want to go there. She was pretty sure that she was nothing but a decent second best to Spike and that he still loved and wanted to be with Buffy.

And she was afraid that one day Buffy would decide that she did want Spike. And then what? Where would Kiara be? Once again odd girl out, not belonging to anyone or anywhere really. Kiara had already decided that she would never go back to that lonely awkwardness of not belonging to anything. She wasn't really important, she was just a human who'd fallen into trying to do what the Slayer did a hundred times better. If, or more likely when, Buffy decided to take Spike back Kiara was sure she'd easily be able to find willing claws or fangs to rip her throat out and give her sleep. 

But that was still somewhere in the future. Right now, Spike was still with her, literally in her, and Kiara deliberately spoke words she knew would infuriate her Vampire lover.

"Are we gonna talk or fuck baby? I swear you're turning into a broody Angel."

And as she'd known they would, her words turned Spike into one very pissed off Vampire.

He snarled at her. "Bitch. I'll give you a fuck you're gonna be crawling away from!"

He pulled almost out, then rammed his cock back into her, one hand pinching and playing with her swollen clit while the other hand moved back and forth rolling her nipples between supple fingers and roughly squeezing her tits.

He slam fucked her hard and viciously, pissed off and wanting to hurt her. And Kiara loved it. When they came, together and quickly, was hard to tell who yelled the loudest.

Kiara maybe wasn't crawling when they got into Spike's car twenty minutes later. But she wasn't walking very fast either.

And he was still mad at her.

"Uh…You and Spike have a fight?" Buffy wondered. She and Kiara both watching Spike and the red haired tramp who was all over him.

"Something like that. Can't we stake that bitch?" Kiara growled.

"Love to Ki, but we kinda have to stick to monsters and demons, you know, the non human bad things."

Buffy was getting a little nervous. Kiara was normally a very casual drinker. Tonight though, she was well on her way to becoming dangerously drunk.

"I compared him to Angel." Kiara mumbled, still distractedly watching Spike.

Buffy winced. "Oh damn, suicidal much?" Buffy chided. "You know how Spike feels about Angel!"

"Yeah, whatever."

When the drinks came, Kiara downed hers and snatched up Buffy's barely touched one.

Spike was still talking to the redhead, leaning in to whisper into her ear when Kiara slammed down Buffy's empty glass.

"Oh fuck this! Two can play his game!" She suddenly spat and leapt to her feet.

Buffy yelped. "What? Wait…whoa, oh shit!" Buffy made a frantic grab for Kiara but her friend was already gone. "Oh this is so, so bad!" She banged her head on the table, then raised up to frantically scan the room for Willow and Tara. If Kiara was off to do what Buffy knew she was gonna do, Buffy would be needing the two witches to cast a Don't-let-Spike-kill-someone spell! "Why did I get up this morning?" Buffy lamented. 

And two minutes later Spike was at the table, the redhead no where in sight. And Buffy still hadn't sighted her witches.

"Where's Kiara?"

'Uh, um, she's…" Buffy sputtered inanely, honestly having no idea. She had been casting her eyes and her Slayer senses desperately around the room, both trying to find Kiara and her witches. She hadn't located any of the three yet. Looking past Spike's shoulder Buffy's eyes bugged in horror.

Oh boy. Buffy had just found Kiara. And Spike was turning before she could even try to put on a casual face.

Kiara was dancing with some muscle bound dark haired frat boy.

She wasn't really dirty dancing with him…not that frat boy wasn't trying.

Buffy tried desperately to get her mouth to say something…preferably don't kill anyone! She realized that Spike was growling, so soft and low she thought for a moment that she was imagining the highly feral and murderously menacing noise that was vibrating from deep in the Master Vampire's throat.

"Oh no no no! Spike!" Buffy yelped as the Vampire moved slowly through the crowd. She couldn't exactly yell out a demand for him to not kill anyone. And what the hell had happened to her purse and the stakes it always contained? "Oh what am I saying I can't stake Spike. Spike!"

She bolted after him, but the crowd that had parted instantly for the deadly looking Vampire seemed to conspire against the frantic Slayer. Buffy had barely moved a dozen feet before Spike was looming behind Kiara.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" Buffy panted, almost ready to start throwing bodies out of her way. "He won't hurt her…she hasn't really done anything. Oh fuck but it's Spike!"

Kiara's first indication of company was the sudden wide eyed stare of her once eager dance partner. Even as the boy was turning and literally bolting from the dance floor her second clues were wrapping themselves around her waist.

Kiara looked down at the pale, cool hands with their chipped black polish that had locked on her hips and thought "Whoops."

"Now, lets see if you smell of him." A soft voice rumbled in her ear as a cold pair of lips sampled the side of her neck.

"Spike, I didn't…"

"Shhhhh pet, I'm busy."

Kiara held her breath as Spike licked at her neck and throat, then brought up her hand to nibble on her fingers. She wondered with a confused sense of reality, was someone about to die? Would it be her? Or that innocent boy? Where was Buffy, the witches? Was there anyone in the world besides herself and Spike?

"Lucky boy." Spike whispered, his mouth back at her ear. "You didn't let him touch you. He gets to keep on living."

"I just wanted to dance."

"You should have asked me."

"You seemed a little busy." Kiara responded sullenly.

"Jealous luv?"

"She wanted me to stake her." Buffy had finally made her way through the crowd.

"Shut up!" Kiara hissed, flushing.

Buffy gave her a shut up yourself, I'm trying to save your ass and keep staking out of the whole thing look.

"So the drama excitement thing is over?" Buffy demanded warily.

"For the moment." Spike drawled.

"Just don't even think about killing her. I have a pretty short list of friends." Buffy snarled, stalking back to the empty table.

Kiara's fear had subsided a bit. She tossed her head arrogantly and opened her mouth to make reference to geese and ganders, but Spike's hand flicked out like a striking cobra to tangle in her hair and jerk her head back.

"I wouldn't pet. Right now, you really don't want to."

Kiara silently followed Spike back to the table. When she went to sit back down in her chair, Spike intercepted her move and pulled her onto his lap.

Buffy watched the action from beneath lowered eyes. Someone is making a blatant show of ownership, she told herself, and was happy when all she felt was benign amusement.

Kiara was feeling a hell of a lot more.

When he pulled her back to rest against his chest and wrapped his arms around her she knew by the feel of his hard clenched muscles that he was in a towering rage.




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But she felt something else to, pressing against her bottom.

Kiara's wild child personal little demon reared it's head and begged for the chance to come out and play.

A possessive Spike was a world of fun!



Getting Spik(ed) Ch. 08



Kiara had always been a bit of a wallflower. Too serious, too smart, and holding too many secrets in regards to her family and her father. She had never dared to let anyone get close to her. Buffy and her band were literally Kiara's first real friends. So Kiara had never made it up very high on the social scene.

Spike had died many years ago. But she knew that if he had lived during her days, he'd have been that boy that teachers and parents hated. The one the football quarterbacks and class presidents envied. And head cheerleaders secretly let fuck them senseless when mommy and daddy were at work.

So Kiara was blissfully happy sitting in Spike's lap, part of a group, knowing that she belonged. That these people around her were hers, just as she was theirs. She liked getting the looks.

Especially the positively venomous ones from the red headed slut who made so many trips past the table that Willow and Buffy started tripping her. Xander timed it twice to shove back his chair as he got up to get the group fresh drinks, and even Anya offered to "inform the harlot that her services were not required."

The red head finally gave up when she realized that Spike was much to busy nuzzling Kiara's neck to even notice her.

Or she might have gotten freaked out a bit by the fact that after a few more drinks Willow was starting to trip her without bothering to use her leg.

So Kiara was having the time of her life. She was wiggling and dancing about on Spike's lap so energetically that the vampire was softly moaning and repeating to himself "can't fuck the damn witch right here at the table."

And a much the worse for drink Xander finally blurted "geez, just go to the bathroom already!"

Kiara giggled and bounced off Spike's lap.

"Hey, I wanna dance! Spike?"

Spike growled at her, horny and disgusted with the music.

"I don't dance to 90's bloody boy bands." 

"Pftttt!" Kiara whined. "Fine then. Come on Buffy, you to Willow! Hey, where'd Tara go?"

Willow did a simple search spell then laughed. "Whoops. She's passed out in the car. Well, her aura says she's very comfy and she has the doors locked. Plus she's got the only keys, so yeah, let's dance."

Xander blinked. "Uh...how are we gonna get home?"

Buffy laughed. "Probably better be by cab. I don't think any of us should drive. We'll just bang on the window and wake Tara up when the cab gets here."

Buffy and Willow scurried to catch up with the fast moving Kiara.

"Uh Kia...you're not gonna be dancing with any guys, are you?" Buffy demanded.

Kiara smirked. "Not on your life. Spike's pissed enough. I do it again he'll chain me up for a week!"

"Huh?"

"What?"

Buffy and Willow asked, then looked at each other.

"So not going there!" Buffy declared for the both of them.

And so Kiara did her dancing for Spike. Driving him wild from a safe distance. With her teasing eyes telling him she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

There's something just so primal and sweet about arousing a male when a female knows she is wanted.

Two types of tease, the hateful bitch who has no intention of sating the hunger she arouses. And the one who seeks to arouse her male, her mate, to a frenzy that she will willingly satisfy.

Kiara was that second creature.

And so for him, she danced.

Of course she was driving half the room-male and female-feral with lust. But everyone knew that she belonged to the slim blond man with the air of infinite menace. And no one approached her.

"Geez..." Willow whispered. "I think Spike is even glaring at us."

"Just don't get her all smelly!" Buffy hissed urgently.

Willow blinked. "Huh?"

"Nothing, nothing...never mind, inside Spike thing. Tell ya later." Buffy muttered.

Willow nodded slowly. "Uh...ok."

Kiara was dancing to that Vida Loca song by Ricky Martin when she looked back to Spike's chair. And found it to be empty.

Before she could start to worry or wonder she was hauled up hard against a cold body that she knew so well.

"Hey luv." A familiar voice growled in her ear. "Having fun driving me nuts?"

"Loving it baby." Kiara purred, and deliberately rubbed her ass against Spike's swollen cock. 

Spike growled again, and bit into her neck, hard.

"Bitch. Keep it up and I'll be fucking you against an alley wall in about a minute!"

Kiara laughed and twisted in his arms to face her demon lover. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck and pushed her tits into his T-shirt clad chest, knowing he would feel how tight and aroused her erect nips were. She licked his throat and ground her pussy shamelessly against his thick, erect cock.

"Back seat of your car would be better." She purred lewdly, sucking wetly on the fine whirls of his ear. "No one could see in with those blacked out windows. You could fuck me til it hurts lover."

Spike choked out a very interesting sound she'd never heard before. And suddenly he was dragging her through the Bronze at blinding speed. They blew past the table Xander and Anya sat necking at, Spike tossing a "we'll be back" over his shoulder as he headed hell bent for the doors leading out.

"See!" Kiara faintly heard Anya's petulant whine. "Kiara doesn't have to wait to get back home for orgasms!"

"Anya!" Kiara heard Xander chasten dimly...then she and Spike were outside.

A heartbeat later they were at Spike's car and he was yanking the door open, nearly tearing it off the hinges with his Vampire strength. He tossed Kiara into the backseat, then dove for her.

Kiara yelped. "Spike! Shut the fucking door!"

"Bloody hell!" Spike roared, twist turning on top of her and pulling the door closed so violently the car rocked.

Then he was back, crushing her with his weight, shoving her skirt up and wrenching his zipper down at the same time.

Kiara opened herself to her Vampire lover; spreading her thighs and arching her hips up.

He sunk his cock into Kiara.

She wrapped her arms around his duster clad back, buried her face in the Spike smelling leather, and let go with a wild fury.

He was fucking into her so hard, her head was banging against the car door behind her with every thrust. She didn't care...barely noticed.

She came...screaming into the mouth devouring hers.

He filled her with his cold cum, then let his body collapse on her for a brief moment.

"Don't do that again." He growled, rolling off to sprawl beside her. "I almost killed that boy. You belong to me."

Kiara found the strength to twist her body upon his, and eyed her demon lover.

"And do you belong to me?"

Spike looked at her.

"You know I do."

*

Back with writing this...sorry it took so long. I know it's a bit lame, this chapter. Opinions, those that are reading this.

Next chapter, Kiara loses the battle against evil. Spike gets to her when she is almost dead. With Willow's help, he turns her into a Vampire with the soul still attached. He knows she would want to stay on the side of good.

I have a lot of ideas about Kiara with Vampire strength. But maybe I should just let her go, and end this story?

I want to know if I should keep on with this. 



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Spike and Kiara rested against each other, both gasping for breath. Kiarra with a human's real need, Spike with that enduringly charming tendency to hold onto so many aspects of humanity.

Buffy had mentioned casually that Spike was actually the only Vampire she'd even seen eat anything other then blood. Quite a bunch of them seemed to hit the booze rather enthusiastically, but not even Angel ate food, and he was about as human of a Vampire as any other but Spike.

Then Kiarra and Buffy had spent an hour or two wondering why that was. To them it seemed NEVER eating would eventually draw a bit of suspicious curiosity from even the dimmest human.

They eventually decided that Buffy was probably correct with her observation that the run of the mill Vamp rarely courted a victim, just came upon some random moron wandering where and when the sane knew not to. The whole not eating question really didn't have time to come up in the usual ten second "relationship" a typical Vamp had with its dinner.

She'd gone on to mention that Master Vampires seemed a bit different in that aspect and seemed to enjoy finding a certain type of victim and stalking and then cultivating their prey-until the inevitable boredom factor ended the one sided game. Kiarra had steered the conversation away from that subject as speedily as she politely could. She'd known uneasily, with that twitch of guilt that often overcame her, that Buffy's knowledge of that particular fact came from studying about the early days of Angel, Darcilla, Dru and Spike. And Kiarra really hated going there.

She knew that Spike wasn't killing humans anymore. But Kiarra wasn't one for sugar coated shit. She didn't lie to others. And she didn't lie to herself.

Spike didn't kill, other then where he was pointed by Buffy or Giles, or some random baddy jumping him, mainly because he knew if he did, it would end with either his death, or Buffy's. He didn't want to go either route.

Kiara rather thought that at least lately, there was one other factor that kept him from killing humans.

And that factor was Kiara herself.

Spike knew what it would do if he killed a human. It would hurt her in a way she'd never recover from. It would force Kiara to make herself "hate" Spike and join with Buffy in trying to end his Immortal days. They both knew that if that happened, Spike would finally die...for always. He would not be able to hurt Kiara, and being so distracted by trying to both avoid that, and avoid Kiara's stake, would be easy meat for Buffy.

She had talked about her fears and worries and guilt's one slightly drunken girl's night in with Buffy, Willow, and Tara. Telling her friends how the thought that she might have to one day help Buffy kill Spike was nearly making her insane she had collapsed into a curled up sobbing heap. Tara had dropped down beside her to pull her distraught friend into a gentle, rocking embrace. Buffy, the Chosen One and the Warrior, feeling thoughts uncomfortably, if much paler, similar had hovered over the pair ineffectively, awkwardly patting Kiara's shoulder.

Then Willow kneeled in front of the miserable, sodden Kiara, and hands soft on either cheek, raised her face.

"But Kiara, don't you see? Spike loves you, even if he won't say the words. You are a better leash around his monster then the Initiative's chip could ever have been. He'd kill himself, rather then put you in a position to have to help kill him. Spike is a Master Vampire. Do you think anything could make him do something he has decided that he won't?"

That had helped. Kiara still dealt with the knowledge of what her lover had once been, once done.

He did much that was good today. Had even helped save the world at least once.

In the end it came down to the fact that she loved him. She knew what he had done couldn't be forgiven. But humans were allowed to do evil, and then given God's grace if they turned their lives around and served good. It didn't forgive what they had done...but the scales and the scores and balancing or not, confusing in judging a human could not even apply to a Master Vampire.

So Kiara finally just decided to keep loving Spike. She didn't really think she could stop anyhow. She would just continue to be his moral chip as long as she could.

And refused to think about what would happen when she was gone...

All of those thoughts and worries were far from Kiara's mind as she lay lazily relaxed, sprawled upon her lover in almost complete contentment.

The top of her head hurt a little. She certainly hadn't even noticed it when Spike had been ravaging her so fiercely after she had teased him into his loss of Vampire cool. She did a bit now.

And then there was that whole slam, bam, thank you Ma'am aspect of the fuck just finished. Spike and Kiara often had those . Both delighted in teasing the other into a frenzy of lust and need-usually in times or places where the tormented partner had to suffer hours of teasing with no societal correct way of getting some. Kiara was amazed they hadn't yet been hauled off to jail, considering some of the places the teased partner had found the aloneness needed to "retaliate".

Kiara would usually try to restrain herself to wait to get back to Spike's crypt, or at least the back seat of his car. When Spike was the teased one, Kiara tended to find her panties being ripped off and Spike slamming his cock into her almost before whichever combination of Buffy or the Scoobies they'd been with had turned the corner.

Kiara wished God's protection upon any cop or citizen that wandered upon them and tried to dissuade Spike's rutting.

Of course, Kiara maybe was a bit more patient in the getting to somewhere. But Spike had a new wardrobe lately, which Kiara had enjoyed helping him pick out. Because when they got somewhere safe, she tended to literally rip his clothes off.

So they had a lotta fast, five, ten minute first fucks. But Kiara was young and healthy and very into sex with her sexy lover. And Spike was a Vampire. Ten minutes after that kinda quickie, one or the other always started up round two.

Kiara was thinking it would be her this time. She still ached and throbbed. Even though she'd had an explosive, wild cum, she was still twitching and shivering inside as if she was caught on that rising cusp of a really hard, really good orgasm. But before she could start anything, Spike twisted and rolled her beneath him, his cool fingers cradling her face and his ice blue eyes pinning her.

"Kia." He whispered. "I mean it. I wanted to kill that boy. Even knowing he was just a little puissant puppy. I wanted to rip his throat out and watch him bleed out at my feet for the sin of the thoughts I know he was having about you. If he had touched you, if I'd had to smell him on you, I don't know if I could have stopped myself from doing it."

He dropped his head, kissing her throat, licking a long line of wet heat up her throat to end with a gentle nip to her ear lobe.

"I know you felt the same way regarding that red-haired wench-considering Buffy said you wanted her to stake the bint. So I'm thinking pet, just maybe, for the sake of the innocent, that neither one of us ought to play these make the other jealous games. We keep that shit up, someone's gonna die and there's gonna be a world of trouble."

"Innocent, hah! That bitch was as innocent as the whore of Babylon!" Kiara sneered. "Oh." She sobered as the words he'd spoken pushed into her jealous, tipsy mind.

"What are you saying Spike?" She whispered.

"Fucked if I know...not some bloody poof declaration of undying love." He was quick to belligerently add. "Just...keep the fucking puppies from sniffing at your skirts when I'm around!" He ended with a fierce growl.

Kiara stared up at her tight lipped, glowering Vamp. No, it wasn't a declaration of love. After Dru, and then Buffy, Kiara honestly didn't expect that Spike would ever tell another woman that he loved her. It was more of a trying to be casual, this doesn't really mean that much declaration that I'm yours, you're mine...and what does love have to do with it, damn it!

"And you'll do the same? Keep the sluts from stinking up your leather?" Kiara questioned.

Spike shrugged, making Kiara shiver. "Sure, you satisfy those needs."

Kiara couldn't help but laugh. Gods, he was such a self protecting bastard lately. Of course, who could really blame him?

"Such a romantic baby." Kiara mocked, giggling. "So then, what...we're boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

"Bloody hell woman! Don't go all high school on me! You're not getting my skull ring and I don't have a fucking letter jacket!"

Kiara smirked at her growling lover. "Don't want your skull ring lover, damn thing's ugly as sin." She smiled saccharine sweet at him. "And I got my own letter jacket in tenth grade, in the fall, for soccer. Got a letter every tri, in three different sports, all three grades of high school." She couldn't hold in the laughter when he gaped at her, and shrugged casually. "What can I say, tomboy's are usually good at sports."

"Bitch." He whined, dropping his head to gently gnaw the area between her shoulder and neck. "Witch bitch." He corrected absently, as always instantly intoxicated by the taste of her skin.

What was it with this one? He didn't even need the taste of her blood to set him on fire. Just kissing or licking her flesh, the tang exploded on his super sensitive tongue. He loved the taste of her skin, could spend hot California hours chasing down and licking up minute drops of her sweat, feeling them burst on his tongue. This woman made him wild!

"Baby?" His woman purred, and the husky, sultry tone to that single word hardened him instantly.

"What?" He groaned, unable to resist grinding against her and dragging his still blunted teeth harder against the soft skin of the throat she bared to him willingly.

"We don't go back soon...they'll come looking for us." Kiara whispered. "But lover..." She twined her long legs around him shamelessly, arching her lower body against him to rub her wet pussy against the hard flesh resting there, swollen and ready. "I need it, I need you. Baby, I need to cum again. It hurts..." Kiara whimpered softly. And then she did it, sunk her blunt, tender little baby human teeth deep into his shoulder!

Spike reared up and roared, nearly loud enough to shatter every car window in the parking lot, then dropped down, as unerring as a bolt sent off by a Master archer, to sink his cock into the wet, aching cunt waiting him, as well as his fangs into the throat left so open for him.

Kiara screeched so loud Spike expected all four of the doors to fly open with would be Sir Galahads. At that moment, as deep as he was into his wild little witch, mindless and wide open to his Vampire, every single "hero" would have died. His Vampire considered Kiara to belong to both man and monster totally. Any attempt to touch her would invoke brutal bloodshed!

He vaguely realized he would have to solve that issue somehow. He couldn't count on a get outta being staked card from Buffy by insisting he was so lost in fucking Kiara that he didn't realize his Vampire self had decided it's mate was in danger.

Then he forgot about all that when Kiara jerked her teeth out of his shoulder and dragged his mouth to hers.

"Mine!" She reminded him fiercely, kissing him with biting, brutal, bloody passion.

"Mine." He snarled in possessive agreement, licking his blood from her lips and mouth, tongue sweeping between her lips to chase every drop. When he had every bit, he sliced his fangs viper quick into the luscious lips attacking his, then pounced on the ruby drops that welled free. He sucked that liquid drug deep and hard, his hips pumping hard into the welcoming thighs that arched eagerly to welcome him deeper.

Kiara was wrapped around him, arms, legs, and wet, clutching pussy.

Spike's mouth was covering her lips with bruising force, to swallow any more shrieks.

Their loving was fast and furious this time again, both aware of friends that might come looking, worried about those things that go bump in the night coming upon loved ones...

So Kiara and Spike bit, licked, kissed, sucked and fucked each other hard, neither with the time or the desire or the need to be gentle.

They fucked like two well matched, if not fully equal, savage, beautiful, mated animals. Giving each to the other the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

Spike held back as long as he could, while thinking about well meaning friends. But the moment came quickly when the Vampire had to give way to the "man" and he spilled his chill seed deep as Kiara shuddered and clenched around his pulsing shaft.

They rested as long as Kiara needed, as long as they dared. Then Kiara slipped free, with a little wanting more whimper, and straightened her dress and hair as Spike did somewhat the same.

"Come on Spike. We gotta go back in. I'm thirsty, and I wanna dance some more!"

"I am not dancing to anymore Ricky Martin!" Spike snarled, scrambling out of the car after Kiara. "And if you get to the puking stage you're taking a cab home! I'm not having you throw up in my car!"

"Oh stuff it Spike!"

"I just did baby, I just did!"

*

Some readers know that I've recently moved, and have all these boxes I've had to leave til last, cuz when I try to unpack them, I end up reading all my old writings. I found the second draft of the Kiara/Bane When Night Comes In series...forgot she threw a pudding in the face of Bane's second. Girl did still know when to run like hell though!

So now basically, I have the Spik(ed) and When Night Comes In series...and about 20 other new lil bits I have unearthed that I think I can write up much better.

No more unpacking writings though, two boxes did enough damage, lol. And I honestly trashed two thirds of what I unearthed.

Between things I think up during the mind not needed parts of my job at a publishing company, and the possible/potentials from my lil Pandora boxes, guessing I'll be around for a bit.

And P.S. Not dropping the Spik(ed) series quite yet. I have been given some great ideas from readers. Just a note, love hearing what readers would like to see happen.

More soon...of something!