Elixir of Slayer (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Dru, mature)
Title -- Elixir of Slayer
Author-- cornerofmadness
Fandom -- Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer -- Joss Whedon owns all
Rating -- Mature
Characters/Pairing -- Spike/Dru, Angelus/Darla
Timeline/Spoilers -- Set during the Boxer Rebellion in China
Word Count -- 824
Warning -- vampires playing with blood and dead bodies as a turn on
Summary -- Who knew Slayer’s blood was so arousing?
Author’s Note -- written for springkink Spring 2012 for the prompt: Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Spike/Dru; Bloodplay; Playing with your food. Thanks to gaia_lulia for the beta.
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He felt like he was standing on the moon, his muscles still trembling and aching from exertion. Spike could taste her in his mouth, the battle still fresh. He smirked seeing the expression on Angelus and Darla’s faces as Dru bragged about his kill. He had bagged himself a bloody Slayer. Was that a hint of fear in Angelus’s eyes?
Spike’s blood sang with that added spice. He had never really bested Angelus before. He was always the pup of the group, never quite as evil as goddamn Angelus. His grand-sire had made out like the Slayer was the baddest nursery bogey anyone had ever heard of, but she had just been a scared little girl in the end.
Spike thought about her, the heady effect of her blood lingering. He wanted more. He wanted to hunt down the newly-Called Slayer, but who knew where she might be? That was a fight that would have to wait and there was a Slayer lying dead nearby. It would be a shame to waste that. Why was he here trailing after Angelus and Darla like a calf?
He took Dru’s hand, spinning her up into his arms. Cradling her, he said, “We’ll catch up with you.”
“The battles are getting worse,” Angelus said.
“Isn’t that why we’re here?” Spike shot back.
“We’ll leave you behind if things get too hot,” Darla replied.
“Yeah, fine.” Spike was barely listening, doubling back with Drusilla.
She slid her arms around his neck. “Where are we going, my star?”
“To get another taste before it gets too cold,” he replied, letting her back down so they could run.
Dru smiled at him. “My Spike always has the best ideas.”
He let those words puff him up. Spike led her back to the warehouse where he had left the Slayer’s body. To his surprise, someone crouched next to her body, a middle-aged man, not Chinese. His head snapped up, hearing them come in, tears streaming down his face.
“You must be her Watcher.” Spike grinned, hoping that was the right term. He’d only been half-listening to Angelus and Darla’s lecture on Slayers.
“Vampires,” the man said, as English as Spike and Dru. Fear shone in his eyes but there was a grim resolve there, too.
“You want to play with him first, pet?” Spike asked his lover.
Dru’s face morphed into her demon form, becoming even lovelier. The old wanker put up a good fight, but he was no match for Dru. She was a glorious thing when she fought. She dropped the Watcher’s body next to his slayer, licking her lips. “That was fun.”
“Always is, pet.” Spike reached down and picked up the stake the Watcher had. He shoved it into the Slayer’s chest. He slipped a hand into the wound and then painted Dru’s lips crimson with blood. “Delicious, isn’t it?” Spike sucked one of his fingers.
“Intoxicating.” Dru knelt down, dipping her hand into the Slayer’s chest cavity. With an unlady-like jerk, she tore the girl’s heart free, and then decanted some blood into the palm of her other hand. Dru sipped it as if it were the fine brandy Spike’s old so-called friends used to brag about. She poured a little more into her hand, offering it to him.
Leaning down, Spike drank. Even going cold, the Slayer’s blood seemed to go straight to his rod, stiffening it. He laved his tongue across her palm and Dru shivered, making a delighted little sound. Spike knelt down, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her, tasting the Slayer’s blood on her lips. Dru clutched at him, moaning his name against his lips.
His cock pressed against his trousers as Dru refreshed the blood on her fingers, painting his cheekbones. Her tongue chased down the sticky, salty treat. Spike didn’t want to work all the damn buttons on her gown in order to paint her breasts but had long ago learned that ripped her clothing wasn’t going to go in his favor. Instead, he decorated the pale skin of her neck so he could taste her sweetness along with the elixir of Slayer.
Dru fought the buttons of his trousers open, stroking his cock with cool fingers. He pushed up her skirts, laying her down next to the Slayer’s body. Dru pulled him on top of her. Spike thrust into her wet depths. Their bodies slammed together in an animalistic vicious rutting. Teeth and lips found any exposed flesh they could. Spike spent quickly, something he’d blame on the effects of the Slayer’s blood if Dru felt disappointed.
He got up and held out a hand to Dru, helping her to her feet before fixing his trousers. “We better go before Darla abandons us.”
“She will,” Dru agreed, linking arms with him. “We’ll have to kill another Slayer some day,” she added, more lucid than he’d ever heard her.
Grinning, Spike kissed her cheek. “One day, for sure.”
Author-- cornerofmadness
Fandom -- Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer -- Joss Whedon owns all
Rating -- Mature
Characters/Pairing -- Spike/Dru, Angelus/Darla
Timeline/Spoilers -- Set during the Boxer Rebellion in China
Word Count -- 824
Warning -- vampires playing with blood and dead bodies as a turn on
Summary -- Who knew Slayer’s blood was so arousing?
Author’s Note -- written for springkink Spring 2012 for the prompt: Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Spike/Dru; Bloodplay; Playing with your food. Thanks to gaia_lulia for the beta.
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He felt like he was standing on the moon, his muscles still trembling and aching from exertion. Spike could taste her in his mouth, the battle still fresh. He smirked seeing the expression on Angelus and Darla’s faces as Dru bragged about his kill. He had bagged himself a bloody Slayer. Was that a hint of fear in Angelus’s eyes?
Spike’s blood sang with that added spice. He had never really bested Angelus before. He was always the pup of the group, never quite as evil as goddamn Angelus. His grand-sire had made out like the Slayer was the baddest nursery bogey anyone had ever heard of, but she had just been a scared little girl in the end.
Spike thought about her, the heady effect of her blood lingering. He wanted more. He wanted to hunt down the newly-Called Slayer, but who knew where she might be? That was a fight that would have to wait and there was a Slayer lying dead nearby. It would be a shame to waste that. Why was he here trailing after Angelus and Darla like a calf?
He took Dru’s hand, spinning her up into his arms. Cradling her, he said, “We’ll catch up with you.”
“The battles are getting worse,” Angelus said.
“Isn’t that why we’re here?” Spike shot back.
“We’ll leave you behind if things get too hot,” Darla replied.
“Yeah, fine.” Spike was barely listening, doubling back with Drusilla.
She slid her arms around his neck. “Where are we going, my star?”
“To get another taste before it gets too cold,” he replied, letting her back down so they could run.
Dru smiled at him. “My Spike always has the best ideas.”
He let those words puff him up. Spike led her back to the warehouse where he had left the Slayer’s body. To his surprise, someone crouched next to her body, a middle-aged man, not Chinese. His head snapped up, hearing them come in, tears streaming down his face.
“You must be her Watcher.” Spike grinned, hoping that was the right term. He’d only been half-listening to Angelus and Darla’s lecture on Slayers.
“Vampires,” the man said, as English as Spike and Dru. Fear shone in his eyes but there was a grim resolve there, too.
“You want to play with him first, pet?” Spike asked his lover.
Dru’s face morphed into her demon form, becoming even lovelier. The old wanker put up a good fight, but he was no match for Dru. She was a glorious thing when she fought. She dropped the Watcher’s body next to his slayer, licking her lips. “That was fun.”
“Always is, pet.” Spike reached down and picked up the stake the Watcher had. He shoved it into the Slayer’s chest. He slipped a hand into the wound and then painted Dru’s lips crimson with blood. “Delicious, isn’t it?” Spike sucked one of his fingers.
“Intoxicating.” Dru knelt down, dipping her hand into the Slayer’s chest cavity. With an unlady-like jerk, she tore the girl’s heart free, and then decanted some blood into the palm of her other hand. Dru sipped it as if it were the fine brandy Spike’s old so-called friends used to brag about. She poured a little more into her hand, offering it to him.
Leaning down, Spike drank. Even going cold, the Slayer’s blood seemed to go straight to his rod, stiffening it. He laved his tongue across her palm and Dru shivered, making a delighted little sound. Spike knelt down, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her, tasting the Slayer’s blood on her lips. Dru clutched at him, moaning his name against his lips.
His cock pressed against his trousers as Dru refreshed the blood on her fingers, painting his cheekbones. Her tongue chased down the sticky, salty treat. Spike didn’t want to work all the damn buttons on her gown in order to paint her breasts but had long ago learned that ripped her clothing wasn’t going to go in his favor. Instead, he decorated the pale skin of her neck so he could taste her sweetness along with the elixir of Slayer.
Dru fought the buttons of his trousers open, stroking his cock with cool fingers. He pushed up her skirts, laying her down next to the Slayer’s body. Dru pulled him on top of her. Spike thrust into her wet depths. Their bodies slammed together in an animalistic vicious rutting. Teeth and lips found any exposed flesh they could. Spike spent quickly, something he’d blame on the effects of the Slayer’s blood if Dru felt disappointed.
He got up and held out a hand to Dru, helping her to her feet before fixing his trousers. “We better go before Darla abandons us.”
“She will,” Dru agreed, linking arms with him. “We’ll have to kill another Slayer some day,” she added, more lucid than he’d ever heard her.
Grinning, Spike kissed her cheek. “One day, for sure.”