Just One Night

Written by Zo

He could smell her before he even saw her.  It was deep and rich, sweet.  Like hot chocolate laced with amaretto.  His senses knew whom and what she was the second she opened the door to the basement.

She was Slayer, and she was definitely not Buffy.

Buffy’s scent was the embodiment of sunshine and virtue. 

This scent was as dark and dangerous as he was, and for him it overpowered Buffy’s scent.

Oh he loved the way Buffy smelt.  It was unique in the sense that although it was pure, he knew from first hand experience how impure she could be.  But no matter how impure she could be, her soul was untainted and clean. She was Angel’s equal in that regard. Both of them could be the baddest of the bad, yet their souls remained untouched by their naughtiness. 

It was what made them soul mates. He had always known it. And while at times it seemed like he tried to get in between that meeting of souls, he really never wanted to. He just wanted a taste.  He just wanted to know what it would feel like to touch such goodness.

And he had. But his brief yet quite enjoyable liaison with Buffy was over and had been for sometime.  Now instead of cherishing her body he cherished her friendship more than anything in this world.  It was her friendship that got him through so many things. And it was her friendship that he would do anything to hold on to.

It was losing that friendship that made him very nervous as he heard footsteps walking down the steps. Because with those footsteps came the scent of temptation.  The delectable bouquet that had, since the moment he smelled it, beleaguered him with debauched thoughts. 

Faith.

She was a dark beauty, both inside and out, and he knew it was that combination that attracted him to her.  But like Buffy, she wasn’t all dark, how could she be – she was a slayer, a warrior for the side of good.   But still, she wasn’t as pure and good as Buffy was either.

When he first learned of her, he had done some research. Well he really didn’t have to do much research she was as much a legend in the demon world as Buffy was, but in different regards. 

Demons feared Buffy because they knew she could and would kill them. They knew that no matter what she would do her job.

They feared Faith because they were never sure what side she stood on.  She was the loose cannon.  They never knew if she was friend or foe.

Spike knew what that felt like.  He had taken lots of shit from other demons because of his own playing of both sides, so he could sympathize with Faith. But then again, you can’t play both sides for too long. At some point you have to take a stand and choose your side.  Spike did. And if Faith was here now, then she must have too.

He sighed; well all that bullshit wasn’t his problem. Besides that was in the past. And Spike didn’t believe in holding grudges.  Everyone should have a chance to better themselves. He was the perfect example if it wasn’t for Buffy he never would have gotten his. 

Which led him back to his current situation…he wanted Faith. And he was afraid that if he took the opportunity, which he knew was walking down the stairs right now, that Buffy would hate him. And that he didn’t want.

Faith walked down the stairs to the basement, it was late, the house was quite, and everyone was asleep.  Except her, she couldn’t sleep for shit.  Even after the marathon long girly talk she and Buffy had just shared, she was still wide-awake.

But she felt good.  For the first time in a long time she felt free.  She had been so nervous coming back to Sunnydale, her relationship with the Scoobies had never been good. And her relationship with Buffy, though at one time had been budding into something, turned to crap with the bullshit that she herself had done.

She lost Buffy’s respect and friendship a long time ago.  And it was hard to admit to anyone, except Angel – maybe, that Buffy’s friendship was something she had regretted losing.

When she first saw Buffy in the graveyard it was extremely weird. There was so much that she wanted to say to her. But she couldn’t get any of it out.  All she saw was the blonde vampire that was with her.   And all she could think about was the first and only time that she had met him.

Okay so she wasn’t in her own body when she did meet him, and he never knew it was really Faith and not Buffy that night at the Bronze, but she remembered how she felt when she saw him. She remembered the heat that seared her body when she was pressed up against him. And she remembered how much she wanted him.

She knew that he and Buffy had some sort of fling last year.  Red had never been able to keep a secret, and she told her on their drive here from LA.  In fact she pretty much told her everything that happened when Buffy was resurrected. 

Faith figured that Buffy’s little dalliance with Spike was deserved, and probably very beneficial for her.  The way Faith saw it; Buffy had been sacrificing herself and everything that she loved for too long, all for the sake of the greater good.  In Faith’s eyes, she deserved to walk the dark side once in a while. And Faith knew that if Angel had been around, soul bound or not, Buffy would have gone to him.

Which was probably a good thing that he wasn’t.  Because she knew how persistent Buffy could be and she didn’t think poor Angel had the will power to deny her.

But that wasn’t her business.  Her business was the sexy blonde vampire that currently resided in the basement of her one time enemy.

With things the way they were, Faith thought there was a good chance that none of them would make it out of Sunnydale alive, and there was no way she was going to her grave without one last fling.

She could have jumped Robin’s bones. He was a nice guy, someone that she could see herself actually having a relationship with.  But she had plenty of nice guys before.  She wanted something different. She wanted something that she had never had before. And Spike fit that bill.

She was curious, damn curious, as to what it felt like to be with someone who was dead.  So curious that she had even bit the bullet and asked Buffy.

They talked for hours upstairs in Joyce’s old room.  All the walls that had been erected between them came crashing down. Faith guessed it was because of the situation they found themselves in, neither one knew what would happen tomorrow, which led them to be open honest with each other. Frankly, she didn’t really care, she was just happy that they did.

They aired out all their issues. They yelled at each other, they laughed together, and they cried and apologized for all the mistakes they had made.  In the end they were at ease with one another.  They both realized that all of the bullshit that happened in the past – was just that – in the past.  They were each different now.  They were stronger and more settled within their own skins to see and understand the other better.  They had a kinship with one another, that of sister slayers.  And that was what mattered most.

Of course Faith wasn’t surprised to learn that one of Buffy’s biggest issues with her, was Angel.  Faith had reassured her that nothing had ever happened between them.  She admitted to trying to get him to sleep with her all those years ago, but told her that Angel wouldn’t. 

It made her smile; Buffy was still in love with Angel, just as he was with her.  Faith could read people and she saw it in Angel’s eyes before she left LA, and she saw it in Buffy’s jealous eyes when she found out that Angel and Faith had shared a dream.

Faith figured that was good news, because then it left the door open for her to bring Spike into the conversation, which of course she did.  She came straight out and asked Buffy what the deal was with Spike, and if she had any feelings for him.  Buffy told her what happened and that the only feelings she had for Spike were of friendship and nothing more.

Faith had been relieved and Buffy noticed it. She smiled at Faith and told her she was free to do whatever she wanted to do and with whomever she wanted to do it with. Then after winking at her, she added as long as it wasn’t with Angel.

Faith didn’t wait long to do just that, which is why she now found herself at the bottom of the basement steps. Her dark brown eyes drilling hot flames of fire into blue eyes that stared back at her…excited with a hint of nervousness.

God she was beautiful and sexy.  Her body language said it all.  He knew why she was here and he wanted the same thing. He just wasn’t sure if he should.

She saw the indecisiveness in his eyes and she smiled at him, walking toward him.

“It’s a little late for a visit Pet.” His voice was low and sultry, sending shots of desire throughout her body.  Knowing that vampires had a heightened sense of smell, she kept her thoughts on him.  She thought about how she wanted to taste him. How it would feel to have him moving inside of her. She thought of anything that would increase her own desire, which in turn, would increase her scent.  She didn’t want him running away from her.  She had to lure him in. And as her body tingled more with each image that filled her mind, she smirked, she could practically smell her own lust, there was no way he couldn’t smell it too.

Spike’s eyes darkened the closer she got to him. She reeked of lust and he could practically hear her pussy throbbing. He knew right then and there that there was no way he was getting out of this.  Not that he wanted to.  No, he most definitely wanted to sink himself inside of her. It was the consequences, if any, that he was just concerned about.

As if reading his thoughts Faith answered his unspoken question. “I’ve asked Buffy and she doesn’t mind.“ 

She was right in front of him.  Taking one more step she stood in between his legs as he sat on the cot with his naked back to the wall.  Her hand fell to her side and started to caress his knee.  “The only question is, do you mind?”

Spike didn’t know what to think about that.  Should he be hurt that Buffy didn’t care?  Should it bother him that they talked about him?  After a few seconds he decided that he didn’t care and it didn’t bother him. Staring at her lusciousness, feeling her warm hand on his knee, he wanted nothing but to fuck her senseless.  If she was willing and Buffy didn’t care, than that wiped out any misgivings he had. He was going to take what was right in front of him, and he was going to enjoy himself.

Reaching up he touched her throat and trailed his finger down her chest. Lightly touching her. Just enough to enflame her senses more.  “Have you ever been with a vampire before luv?”

With heavy lust filled eyes she answered huskily. “No.”

“But you’ve wanted to haven’t you?  I bet you’ve always wondered what it was like to be taken by someone who’s just as powerful as you are. Someone as dark as you are.”  He cupped her breast, his finger lightly stroking the underneath.

His touch was feather light yet branding at the same time.  Her skin burned everywhere his finger slid and she desperately wanted to feel his cool skin against hers.  She didn’t answer him instead she just smiled at him and dropped to her knees.

Placing her hands on his knees she moved forward and Spike grabbed her face between his hands pulling her closer.  They kissed hungrily.  Tasting every corner of each other’s mouths.  Moaning with pleasure as they did.

She let her hands wander up his thighs and to his bulging crotch. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel his cold cock in her mouth and she wasn’t willing to wait anymore.

As her tongue slid against his she gripped his hard shaft and squeezed.

His throaty moan of approval vibrated against her lips as his mouth descended down her throat. Sucking every inch of skin that he could grab, he was mad with desire.  This would be the first time he had sex since that bloody chip was removed.  And he could barely contain his rising craving to sink his teeth inside of her flesh and drink her essence.  It was a normal occurrence when vampires had sex, something he missed immensely. He wondered if she was aware of that. It didn’t matter though it was going to happen whether she was aware of it or not.

Faith moaned with excitement as his mouth sucked on her flesh. Her fingers nimbly unzipped his jeans, and without any hesitation she pulled out his cock.

Her deft hand closed around his cold member and she stroked him, long and hard. Letting her fingers caress his head as she did.

Spike fell back against the wall incredible sensations filling him as he let her take the lead.  He watched as she smiled at him and then looked down at his cock. 

“Mmm…I’ve always wanted to do this.”  Her eyes were black as night, filled with yearning and hot lust as she watched her hand move up and down his shaft.

Reaching up he stroked her silky brown locks. “I’m at your mercy pet.  Taste me. Wrap those beautiful lips around my cock.”

She moaned and gripped him hard. Lowering her head, her tongue came out and touched his cock.  She started at the base and licked his shaft all the way to the tip of his head. Then she swiped it back and forth, as her free hand cupped his balls.

“Mmm…cold” She whispered as she did it again. This time she started from the tip of his head and licked her way down to the base.  Angling her head she licked his balls and then softly drew one in her mouth sucking lightly on it as her other hand continued to stroke his shaft.

His eyes closed, his entire body tightened with lust, as his fingers dug into her scalp.  God her tongue was unbelievably hot, scorching him as she worked him.

Moving over to the neglected testicle, she did the same thing. Drawing it in and loving it the same way, gently but firmly.  Giving pleasure with a little bit of pain as she let her teeth tenderly scrap the sensitive package.  All the while her other hand continued to stroke and manipulate his cock, making him wonder if his dick had ever been as hard as it was in this moment.

Opening his eyes he looked down at her and yanked her head up to look at him. Deep stormy blue eyes met black as night eyes; his voice was demanding and rough. “Take more.  Suck my cock Faith.” He wasn’t shy with what he wanted and he pushed her head down to his twitching cock.

Faith moaned as she wrapped her lips around the head and drew it in. Sucking hard on his head she swiped the tip with her tongue back and forth, tasting the precum that oozed out.  Her pussy throbbed, he tasted so good…so different than anything she had ever tasted before, and she couldn’t get enough of him.

She moved closer, her hands gripping his knees as she sucked him harder.  Bobbing her head up and down she licked, nibbled and sucked every inch of his cold hard length.  With one quick swoop, she deep throated him and began to hum.

The vibration sent shock waves throughout Spike’s body, and he threw his head back against the concrete wall, as rapture consumed him. “Fuck yes!”

Faith hummed even louder as she felt her panties seeping with wetness.  His shaft twitched violently as he came, shooting his cold seed in her mouth and down her throat.  She swallowed every drop as she continued to stroke and suck him, not wanting to miss one drop.

Spike opened his eyes and loosened his grip on her head. Slowly he caressed her scalp as he watched her loving him with her mouth. He was still humming with lust and desire.  He was still ravenous to feel her tight walls around his cock, to taste her blood sliding down his throat.  His face shifted to that of the demon and he tugged on her hair.

Faith released his cock, kissing it one last time as she looked up at him.  She was startled to see the demon and her breath hitched with excitement and fear. Unconsciously her body tightened and she went to move back.

But Spike gripped her harder keeping her still not letting her go.  He leaned down and looked her right in the eyes. “Don’t be afraid. This is what you wanted, remember?”

Slowly she relaxed. He was right this was what she wanted. She nodded at him. “I remember.”

He nodded back and brought her face to his, he kissed her gently not wanting to scare her. 

Faith let him kiss her, she sat still, feeling his lips slid against hers, letting his tongue enter her mouth tasting every hidden corner.  Her eyes closed and she opened her mouth further, taking him in further. 

As she opened her mouth more, he could feel her body relax and he growled his approval as he kissed her harder.  She met him in the middle kissing him back just as voraciously as he kissed her. 

His long pointed fang scraped her lip and at it’s sudden sting Faith jerked back. But he grabbed her keeping her in place. “Shh…it’s alright.”  His eyes started at the blood that began to pool on her lip, and he was struck with a bolt of starvation.  He was hungry for her blood, hungry for her.

Faith watched as his tongue came out and swiped at the blood, she swallowed hard. She was frightened. She was excited. And oddly enough, she had no idea what to do.

But she didn’t need to think on it, because Spike ducked his head and his mouth latched on to her bleeding lip.  He sucked on it, drawing the blood out and into his mouth.  Her taste was magnificent. He had never been gifted with the opportunity to taste Buffy, so it had been years since he tasted powerful slayer blood, and he felt completely consumed by it.

Faith whimpered with fear and exhilaration, she shifted on her knees trying to alleviate the painful ache in her pussy.  She was so excited, so new to all of this that she couldn’t wait to feel his fangs in her throat.

Spike pulled back and grabbing her by the waist stood her up. “Take your pants off luv.” He commanded and Faith did as she was told lost in the deep timber of his voice.

He watched her as she unzipped her jeans and then pulled them off, chucking them carelessly behind her.  Next she pulled her top off and threw that over her shoulders.  She stood before him in a black bra and panties and his eyes glowed as he soaked in her lusty beauty.  She was all woman this one was.  And he couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Faith was once more at ease as she read his growing desire as his eyes wondered down her body.  She wasted no time, and in seconds she was as naked as the day she was born.

Spike stared at her bountiful breasts his mouth watering in anticipation of having them in his mouth.  His eyes roamed down to her shaven skin and then further to the apex of her thighs, where he could see a fine sheen of wetness slowly dripping down her leg. Gripping his cock he stroked it once then twice, watching as her eyes followed his movements. “Come closer.” He ordered softly.

She took two steps and stood between his legs.  His finger touched her leg and her breath hitched as he slowly moved it up her thigh.  “Spread your legs.”

She moved her left leg over and he slipped his finger in between her thighs catching her cum as it slid down her leg. 

She watched as his finger rose to his mouth and his tongue came out licking away the wetness that covered it.  “Mmmm…good. Come closer.”

She took another step and he reached out and grabbed her leg, placing it on the cot.  His hand caressed her calf, stroking it softly and confidently. When he reached the top of her thigh, he got down on his knees as his other hand gripped her right thigh.  He spread them wider and buried his face in between her crotch.

Faith’s head fell back as she quickly grabbed his head and held on before she fell backwards.  It was amazing - he was amazing.  His mouth sucked everywhere. His tongue penetrated her pussy with long hard strokes, fucking her fast and hard.  He growled with every drop of cum that hit his palette and she moaned with the most undeniable pleasure she had ever felt.

She convulsed the second she felt the sting of a fang against her sensitive lip, and the pressure of his hungry mouth as he sucked. “Oh God!”

Spike drank down her release, sucking every drop, tasting her deliciously dark essence.  He gave her one last long lick then sat back down on the cot.

He grabbed her forcibly by the waist and pulled her down on top of him. Burying his face in between her breasts as his hands pushed them together. He moved his head from side to side, sucking and biting each nipple. 

Faith was shivering uncontrollably; she lost all sense of control over her own body a long time ago. She was a prisoner to his every touch and she didn’t want it any other way.  Never in her life had she experienced such passion, such ecstasy. She had never been a slave to desire.  And she knew in that moment of blinding consumption that no one would ever make her feel this way again.  Her heart exploded with a force of an emotion she had never before felt.  It lifted her soul to the heavens and filled her with a sense of completion.  She didn’t care what happened tomorrow – now – this moment - was all that mattered, all that she had ever lived for.

Her nails dug into Spike’s shoulders as he suddenly pulled back leaving her yearning for his mouth.  She whimpered at the loss, but he ignored her cry as he gripped his cock with one hand and picked her up with the other.  He placed her right above his anxious member and looked in her eyes. “Ready for the ride of your life?”

She smirked at him. God his accent was sexy. “You got that backwards stud. The question is are you ready for the fuck of your life?”

He chuckled at her smartness, slapped her on the ass, and then pushed her down.  He was completely inside of her with that one push, and he smirked as her smile vanished and she let out a deep guttural moan.

“Oh I’m ready for it Slayer…” He held her down and jerked his hips up as she rotated against him moaning even louder. “…fuck me!”

She needed no further coaxing. His cock filled her completely and he felt so cool and hard that she gripped his shoulders, lifted herself up, and then slammed back down.

Her movements were smooth and sharp as she fucked him. Every time she slammed down on him she clenched her inner muscles.  Her walls gripped him hard and he shuttered in ecstasy. 

Faith was so hot – so excited; that with every slick glide on his rock hard shaft her moans grew louder.  Spike conscious of the sleeping people in the house and not wanting any visitors slapped his hand over her mouth.  Her eyes snapped open, wide and hot, and he whispered, “Shhh…you have to be quite luv, we don’t want any company.”

Her eyes turned even darker if that was possible.  The idea that she was doing something naughty turned her on even more and she couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped her lips.

With his hand over her mouth and their eyes locked on to each other Faith continued to ride him. 

As her pace quickened Spike sensed her coming release and with his hand over her mouth he pulled her head to the side, his eyes glued to the pulse point on her neck. “Don’t be afraid pet, this is going to feel just as good to you as it will to me.”

Growling with anticipation he sank his fangs in her throat. She screamed under his palm, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her orgasm hit hard.  She shuddered and convulsed around his cock.  And Spike drank greedily, her blood nourishing him, turning him on at the same time as he felt her hot cum coating his cock.  It was more then one vampire could stand, and he instantly exploded inside of her.

Faith cried out again as she felt his unique explosion inside of her. Smiling, she continued to ride him as she was once again completely balled over with the fact that she had never felt anything like it in the world. He felt so good, so much a part of her that she never wanted it to end.

Spike wrapped his arms around her and drew her near. He stared at the wall behind her, utterly confused.  He was over 200 years old, he had fucked all kinds of women, and in all his debauched acts he had never felt the way he did now…whole.  He didn’t know what to make of it, he only knew he didn’t want it to end. 

His eyes closed and he squeezed her tighter. Her arms circled his neck and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, licking and sealing the bite mark.

They held each other tightly rocking slowly back and forth. After what felt like a lifetime to Faith, he moved and laid her down on the bed.  Settling in behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back tightly. 

She kissed his hand that rested atop her own. “Thank you.” She whispered softly a tear in her eye as blissful serenity faded and the harsh reality of what was to come filled her.

Spike kissed her head, feeling every emotion she was and whispered back, “don’t thank me luv, I enjoyed it as much as you did.”

She smiled wistfully, her voice hitching as she spoke. “I wish…I wish we had more than just one night.”

Spike smiled against her hair, breathing in her musky scent, his dead heart skipped a beat. “Maybe we will luv.”

The End

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