A New Kind Of Kink: Chapter 1
by spikeshunny
The sun had officially gone down as Buffy walked wandered through the cemetery, her mind elsewhere. The same cemetery she had been buried not a year ago.

She took the slow walk around the headstones, taking time to read the names that people had forgotten. She looked up and noticed she was, she stared at the door, willing for him to notice she was there.

Sighing she stepped closer and lifted her hand, as if by telepathy the door opened revealing a shirtless blond vampire.


He cocked an eyebrow and stared at the blond slayer in front of him, he waited expecting her to make the first move.

She pushed passed him and stood in the middle of the crypt, her hands stuffed into her back pockets. He shut the door quietly and tilted his head, trying to figure out what was going in her head.

She looked up when she saw him venture towards her, her heartbeat increased and her blood pumped through her veins.


His tongue curled against his teeth, when he felt the arousal coming off her lean body in waves.

She matched the desire in his eyes; she shrugged off her jacket and dropped it the ground.

He moved forward and pushed her against the wall, he smiled as she gasped the breath caught in her throat. His hand followed the trail down her arm, sending shivers up her spine.

He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. She pressed against him her breasts straining in her shirt, his other hand reached to the back of hair and pulled her hand back as he kissed and nipped along her throat.


She gulped as the heat in her stomach moved to her legs, it seemed to consume her from within, he pulled on his shirt gliding it down his arms and ripping it away from his chest.


His hand moved from her arm and lightly touched her breast, her hands splayed across his chest

Their tongues battled for supremacy, both not giving up their fight. Buffy’s finger trailed down Spike’s chest, causing his erection to strain more than necessary against the tight black jeans. Her hands worked expertly to unbuckle his jeans, his top button popped releasing his erection.

Buffy’s tongue unconsciously licked her bottom lip, as her gaze centred on Spike’s sex.

He stood back breathing hard, from the latest kissing onslaught. Buffy hands darted out and grasped his member her hand stroking the shaft; he closed his eyes as her hot little hands caressed the skin. Flicking her thumb over the top he hissed.

“Yeah, just like that luv,” She knelt down before him and kissed the tip of the head, her mouth opened and took him whole. He bucked into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the top and licking down the shaft.

Her hands cupped his balls, while her tongue continued its ministrations. Spike’s hips rocked forward his hand grasped her head pulling her closer, Buffy’s eyes closed as she felt him grasp her closer.

She watched as Spike’s eyes clenched shut, his voice echoing the crypt. He bit on his bottom lip as she sucked harder, his eyes shot open as he bellowed her name.

She swallowed the salty taste as Spike slowly down; he pulled her up by his shoulders and kissed her hard.

His hands cupped her ass as he lifted her up, her arms pulled him closer as he her hand tugged on the hairs at the nape of his neck.

He pushed against the wall and unbuttoned her jeans, as she dropped her feet placed on the floor so that he could peel the denim away from her legs.


She kicked them away with her feet, and leaped up into Spike’s arms. Her lips moved from his and slowly trailed down his cheek towards his neck. She licked across his throat and nipped lightly, her blunt teeth tugging on his skin.

Spike grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled it over her head, noticing she didn’t wear a bra he tutted, he bent down to suckle on her breast. Buffy threw her head back, and closed her eyes. He kissed back up to her neck; she trailed hot kisses along his throat and towards his jaw.


He growled as she continued to bite along his jaw, his hand snaked down and his finger lifted under the seam of her panties.

Feeling the moist fabric he pulled on the elastic ripping them easily, she protested at the force and he slipped a digit into her sex causing her to whimper.

Buffy against his finger with need, he picked up the pace as she kissed him hard. Her hips moved onto his finger, he kissed her collarbone as he slipped a second finger.

“Buffy, you’re so wet,” He murmured against her neck.


“Spike,”


“Hmmm,” he looked up into her glazed eyes.


“Shut up and fuck me,”

Rather than make a lady wait, he removed his fingers and entered her slowly. Her head snapped up, he caught her gaze as he moved inside her. He picked up the pace slamming her repeatedly against the wall, she moaned into his mouth as his thrust against her pelvic bone.

She felt the build up in her stomach, as her eyes rolled back. Her breathing became laboured, blowing short breaths against Spike’s skin. Foreheads touching as they looked into each other’s eyes.


Spike stilled as Buffy came, her wet channel now clenched his member. Buffy didn’t know what came over her when she attacked his neck and bit down hard, Spike felt her teeth pierce his flesh.

His roar echoed the crypt as he came, aftershocks shaking them as they slowly came down from their high.
His head fell forward onto her chest; his lips touched her skin in short shallow breaths. Buffy’s arms we’re still wrapped around his neck, as she rested her chin on the top of his head. Spike sighed,” it was always about the sex,” he thought.
She lowered out of his grasp and moved to collect her clothes that were littered on Spike’s floor; he rubbed his unruly blond curls and reached for the cigarettes that were still in his pocket. He lifted his jeans, and buckled the belt.


“ What is this, this thing we have?” he sat on the sarcophagus, and placed the cigarette between his lips.
“Huh.I don’t know mutual need maybe,” She lowered her head and buttoned up her shirt.

She wanted him; he made her feel something. She had feelings for him but she would never let him know she couldn’t, he would use that against her.

“Mutual need…I don’t bloody think so, I love you and I don’t how many times I have to tell you,”

He jumped off the tomb and strode over to her; he grabbed her by the shoulders. Shaking her gently, his eyes softened.

Spike lay on the bed on the lower level, his eyes following Buffy as she walked around the bottom of the bed. His hands we’re tied to bedpost, he waited in anticipation. With his vampire sight he could see every curve, she threw her hair from her shoulder revealing a silky shoulder.



Candles lit the lower level, illuminating Buffy. As she moved past the candle flickered casting shadows on Spike’s naked body.


She sat on the edge of the bed, her finger lightly tracing his foot. He jerked his foot across at the sudden touch of her warm hands.


She smiled as she realised he was ticklish, she scraped her nails along his calf moving to his thigh. He let out a gasp from his throat; Buffy covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.


She calmed herself and continued to trace patters on his thighs, his cock sprung upwards as she neared his hip.


“Spike, what do want?” she whispered near his ear her breasts lightly touching his chest.

“I want you to ride me,” he licked his lips as he felt her straddle his hips.


“Maybe I will make you wait,” he growled softly as she leaned over him, her breasts lowering tantalising over his mouth. Her nipple grazed his lips and he opened his mouth and sucked slowly.


Buffy’s eyes opened wide and licked and sucked, she either side of his body. She positioned herself over him. His member nudged against her opening, she allowed access as she lowered herself slowly.


She shuddered at the contact; Spike raised his hips at the contact. Her legs tightened against his hips and she rode him slowly.

Spike thrashed on the bed as she quickened her pace, she leaned forward and kissed him her tongue delving into her mouth.


Spike sucked on her tongue, a moan escaped her mouth as she scraped her nails down his chest. She leaned over and grabbed his hands, that we’re still tied to the bedpost. Her neck rested against his lips, he took the advantage of kissing and licking the skin.

“Buffy let me go, let me touch you,” Spike pleaded.
“No I want to play,” she pouted and climbed off, she walked around to the other side of the bed and grabbed the bullwhip from the corner.


She dragged the whip don his chest, along his erection and down his legs. She cracked the whip lightly across his stomach. His head snapped forward as he battled with the restraints, his demon visage fell forward and he growled.


Buffy stood back still holding the whip, maybe she pushed him too far. He was always eager for her to try new things, what if this was too much.
“Buffy,” he snapped.


“What did I do it wrong?” she stood back and waited. His human face came back into view, his eyes almost black with lust.


“No luv, just perfect. But you’re gonna have to let me out of these cos I’m gonna shag you senseless,” he pulled on the silk scarves holding him against the posts.

She smiled slightly and dropped the whip on the floor; she let go of one of the scarves. Releasing both his hands he grabbed her wrists and flipped her on the bed, his erection pressing against her thigh.

She moved his leg to let him in; his elbows leant against her arms as he thrust slowly watching the emotion plays out on his lover’s face.


He buried her to the hilt as she screamed he looked into her eyes and saw something flicker back at him. He stilled as he caught it ever so briefly; she grabbed a hold of his forearms matching his pace with urgency.

Their foreheads met as her hips met up to his burying him deeper, she closed her eyes for a moment. His whispers of love echoed through her brain, surrounding her whole body.


“I love you,” he whispered against her hair. She felt herself build up momentum, her stomach was on fire as it travelled down her legs and settled between her thighs.


“Spike…god I.” Her eyes shot open as she came with a tensifying orgasm.
“Buffy,” he shouted his own release, echoing the lower level.

He fell against her collarbone as he came down shaking the last orgasm from his body; she smoothed the back of his hair.

“Love you,” she replied sleepily. Spike heard the whispered words and raised his head, as Buffy’s eyes sprang open her hand flew to her mouth as she realised what she had said.



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