Prompt 358 - Cartographer - What the F... Part 11 -BTVS - comlodge

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Title: In The Bathroom
Author: comlodge
Charachters: Spike/Ensemble
Genre: Fiction, Humour, Angst, Mystery, Magical stuff
Words:  2147
Summary: Set in an AU S6. Someone casts a spell and silliness ensues.   Part 11 of the What the F...? Series. No idea how many parts.
Rating: NC17 for sexual innuendo/misplaced breasts/self gratification/naughty thoughts/actual sexual congress/alluding to actual sexual congress/same sex sex, you know boy on boy, girl on girl/ bad spell chanting
Prompt:   Originally April Spring Fertility Fling  tamingthemuse - cartographer
Disclaimer: You know they belong to Joss but he never wrote this stuff.
Previous Parts here. If you don't read the previous parts this won't make sense at all. If you do read the previous parts it probably still won't make sense but I'll have made you look.

Chapter Summary: Spike gets to have a happy, or two, or three, or...  Loads of sex

Previously on What the F…? Spike leaves his sleeping lovers to go shower and bring himself off. The girls sleep, sated, on the training room floor. The Slayer slays. The big bads taunt each other. Wait, did I say bads plural? Hmm the plot thickens. And, who has got Spike in the bathroom?

Now read On…

One minute he’d been showering, happily teasing his body into a red hot haze of desire and lust, the next a plastic wrapped missile had launched itself at him.

“Aghh. Bloody hell! Watch the bloody head.” Spike reached up to rub the injured body part, where it had smacked into the bathroom wall as his body hurtled backwards, driven by the force of his attacker’s momentum. “’S only one I got, ya daft…”

A fist slammed into his nose. “Don’t be such a baby!”

“Ow, fuck, ow. Not the bloody nose, again!” He was silenced by a mouth descending onto his, lips parted, tongue already darting out to seek entry. He groaned. “Slayer.”

His only answer was two hands wrapping themselves around his head and neck, to bring him forward into the kiss. He groaned into the open mouth as he brought his hands up, only to have them tangle in the torn curtain. He pulled at the plastic, pushing it out over the floor as he felt the slippery nakedness of his partner’s body, press into his.

Her arms moved behind his neck and she used them to support her climb up his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, used one hand to grab his shaft and direct it, as she lowered herself onto him. Spike stopped moving to look up into her face. He would never get enough of this and every time she took him, he loved her more, wanted her more. He turned them so that she was against the wall.

The warm water of the shower cascaded over them as he thrust up to meet her every downward glide. They were both of them, hungry for the other. Their coupling was hard and fast, nothing gentle between them.  Lust pervaded every particle of their existence. They needed to be joined, to be in each other, in every way. They needed it more than life and they needed it now.

He smelt her gathering climax, felt the throb of his own. His face shifted and he bent to her neck. As they reached their completion, he let his fangs slide into her neck, tasted the tang of her blood. He felt her teeth tear into his neck, felt the slow pulse of his blood leaving his body. Their bodies shook as they climaxed together, joined at neck and groin, exchanging blood and other fluids.

As the vibrations slowed and they disengaged, he let his face slide back into human, while she gulped in air. The water that still splashed over their nakedness was turning chilly. He released her from his arms and she slid to her feet, beside him. She ran a hand across his breasts, teasing his nipples, still standing hard and erect. He groaned. She turned and shut off the shower.

As she turned back to him, her fist flew out to connect with his nose. Again! “You fucking bit me! You bastard!” He stumbled backwards over the edge of the bath and fell on his ass, on the floor of the bathroom.

“You bit me! Bitch!” He glared up at her as she stood, hands on hips, staring down at him. His eyes traveled down to her hands, on those very naked, very delectable hips. Before she could lift a foot to step out onto the floor, he was on his feet and kissing her. A long, gentle kiss, which stole her breath. She returned it tenfold. His arms went round her and he lifted her onto the floor beside him.

They stood in the centre of the room, devouring each other, hands roaming across naked flesh, kneading, pinching, squeezing. He picked her up, carried her to the bench the basin sat in. Placing her on it, he entered her wet folds again, as he licked and sucked her neck. She rocked her head back, drawing in oxygen and moaning as his lips and teeth sent shards of lightning through her body. She clenched and released her inner muscles, working his cock as he worked her centre.

Again, as they neared completion, they found each other at the other’s throat, teeth sinking into willing flesh. The room filled with the sounds of slapping flesh, grunts and groans and the sly sucking of blood. Again, they climaxed together on a sea of cum and blood.

“Oh god, Buffy, Buffy! I love you. God I love you so much.” He nuzzled her ear as he came down from his orgasm, still tasting her blood.

“Spike. More, please more. Oh god, I need you. Please.” She pushed up into his arms and he toppled backwards to land on the bathroom floor. She sat up, still impaled on his cock and began to ride him, her head tossed back in an ecstasy of feeling. His hands moved to her hips and helped guide her, his hips rising to meet her. She leant forward and her hair dragged across his nipples and the sensations drove him to a frenzy of desire. He arched up into her, felt her hands running across his chest; let his wander the landscape of her body.

Again their bodies were brought to the point of climax. Again, as he released deep inside her, he let his fangs sink into her willing flesh, felt the power of her blood slide down his throat, even as she responded with her own bite. As they shuddered together, teeth withdrew and each nuzzled the other, both panting from their exertions. He slid his arms around her as she lay her head on his chest, between those magical breasts.

His hands mapped her body, like a cartographer, taking in every nook and canny, every bump and hollow. The fire he felt for her burned as bright as it ever had. He wanted to write an Iliad to her beauty… Did she just snort? Bloody bitch. Was she reading his mind now?

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s just really weird playing with a woman’s breasts while having sex.”

“Well, if you’re goin’ to laugh at me, then you can…”

“Shh. I wasn’t laughing at you, Spike. Just, well, you gotta agree it’s a bit weird. Women’s breasts on a man. A man I’m having sex with, on the bathroom floor of my watcher and surrogate father.”

“Is that what you think? I’m a… I’m a man?”

“Well obviously male, except, you know, for those.” She pointed at the offending objects. “Though I do find them strangely alluring.”

Spike ran his hands across his breasts. Was a bit strange, especially when Buffy had sucked them. The sensations were extraordinary. He took her small hands in his and laid them on his breasts. She took the invitation and began to play with them. He laid his head back on the mat under them, feeling the sensations wash through him, from her ministrations.

She bent her mouth to Spike’s nipples, tonguing them, drawing them up between her teeth, to suck and nibble. He arched under her, letting out a moan.

“God, Buffy! Do that again.” She complied, sucking the nipple and aureole into her mouth, sucking hard. She felt his hand move to her groin. His fingers began to trace her nether lips. She moaned in response and felt him shiver at the sensation. Cool fingers entered her hot, wet core, pressing inward. Tickling at her hood, sending frissons of electricity through her body. She moaned again; bit harder.

“Fuck! Fuck, oh fuck! What you do to me woman! God! I can’t get enough of you, enough of this.” He flipped them over and entered her almost simultaneously. She lifted her hips to meet him, feeling the mat ruck under her, digging into her back. She sort his mouth with hers. They began rutting as though their very existence depended on it.

“Buffy, So tight, so beautiful. Squeeze me, drain me!” He’d always been vocal when they’d fucked. She sorta liked it. The words could be filthy but he made them sound like he was worshiping her. She guessed that is exactly what he’d been doing. It’s was certainly what he was doing now. He drove into her with a relentless pace that left her a little breathless as she matched each stroke with her own. She could feel him deep inside her and she arched her back, tipped her pelvis just a little as she wrapped her legs around his, taking him even deeper.

She reached for his ass, digging her fingers in, urging him on. The feeling inside her built, she was so close. He head thrust back, eyes closed in deep concentration, savouring the moment. She heard a ripple, opened her eyes to golden ones looking back at her. She stretched her head back, baring her neck again. Inviting him in. As he bent to her neck, fangs bared, she raised her mouth to his. They peaked together, his hot semen shooting deep within her womb.

“Um, Spike?” She lay stretched out on the floor beside him, spent, sated. He lifted an eyebrow in question, grunted a query.

“How come your, um, your cum is so warm? I mean I know it’s never been cold, more luke warmy sort of, but I just realised, it was almost hot.”

“Don’t know Slayer. Been a fuckin’ weird day all round.”

“Yeah. Surely has,” she sighed out.

…

Ethan Rayne lay spent, on the floor of the parlour, still within his circle of magic. Outside it, the two figures writhed together, in a parody of sex. Their hooves danced across the floor, tap dancing on the wood.

“Five times he will couple. Five times he will come. On the sixth, the task will be done.”

…

“S’pose we should get off this floor before you catch cold or something.” He lay on his side, looking at her, his fingers idly tracking up and down her side. He skin shivered at the touch. “See, your gettin’ a chill.”

“It’s not the cold, Spike. It’s you. I don’t know how, but you play me like a musical instrument or something.”

“You’re just so responsive. Your body is so electric.” He rolled over to press his lips, gently, against hers. She opened her mouth and their tongues twined together. He rolled he on top of him, arms encircling her tiny waist. “Love you so much, Buffy.”

She kissed him, deeply, her hands running up his arms. “Spike, Spike. I, god, I want you. So much. I love being with you. Like, like this.” He paused to stare up into her face. He couldn’t quite believe she’d just said that. She smiled down at him, bent down and resumed kissing him.

This time, their movements were slow, languid. His hands moved over her body with a gentle pressure, kneading lightly, moving on, stroking, igniting. She sat up, her hands under his breasts, supporting her as she lifted. He moved his hands to her hips, helping her, guiding her. His shaft stood, wet and glistening, welcoming her wet lips as she slid down, sheathing him inside her. Slowly, oh so slowly, she began to move again, watching him, looking deep into his eyes. So blue, so very blue, filled with emotion. Adoration, wonder, want, need, love. She saw it all. Accepted it. Knew it was all for her. She felt her heart beating, felt the blood rushing through her veins. Felt his cock sliding against her walls, angling to her very centre. Felt it brush against that spot within her.

He looked up into the face of the goddess that rode him. Looked into her hazel eyes and saw his reflection. Saw his white shock of hair, his pale skin. Saw his lips open, heard the moans coming from them. He felt her heart beat, heard the blood racing through her veins, smelt her orgasm approaching. Felt something…

“Buffy, Buffy, Buffy!” His very essence was pooling in his groin. The love he felt for this woman was a physical presence in his chest. He could feel the blood moving through his body, towards their connection. He felt the slow rhythm of his own heart join her faster one. “Buffy, I love you. I love you more than life!”

“I love you, Spike. I love you. I want you. I want all of you. I want to be yours.” They crested and it went on and on. The heat between them building until it was released one to the other. “You’re mine and I’m yours, Spike.”

“Yours Buffy. I’m yours and you’re mine.” They collapsed together, spent.

…