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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Willow woke again sometime later, with a groan. She looked down at the pale arm clutched tightly against her naked chest and groaned again. It seemed like she had been drifting in and out of consciousness for days, and maybe she had. She could vaguely remember the two of them being carried te bee bedroom they were now occupying, Spike clutching at her hand the entire way.

She rolled slightly, trying to remove the heavy limb so she could get up, but the arm tightened around her, pulling her flush against the naked flesh, spooning around her.

“Spike, I have to pee. Let me go.”

“I want to come with you,” he mumbled, the first words she had heard him speak since she and Anita had opened the box. She couldn’t help but smile as a wave of relief flooded her.

“First of all, eww, and secondly, I think not. But I will be right back.”

“Promise?” he asked in a small voice.

“Promise,” she assured him, pulling the sheet around her as she went.

She was back a few moments later, feeling much relieved, to find a young and scantily clad man with incredibly long auburn hair sitting on the bed. Anita was there too, like a well contained storm, her eyes fixed on the pair on the bed with barely controlled hostility. Willow was about to ask what was happening when Spike pulled the smaller man against his chest, and bit carefully into his throat.

“Nathaniel, are you okay?” the dark haired woman asked with a growl.

“Yes,” he shuddered in reply, and pushed himself closer to Spike, his tiny shorts becoming very tight as he grew aroused.

“Normally I would never consider sharing my personal pomme de sang, but since your friend here does not have the power to make his bite pleasurable, we needed a vteerteer to feed him that doesn’t mind a little pain,” she said through bared teeth, clearly addressing Willow, but never taking her eyes off the pair on the bed. “There’s some soup on the nightstand for you. If you two are feeling better by this evening, Jean-Claude would like to speak with you both.”

“We could talk to him now if you prefer,” the redhead offered, trying to be helpful.

“Actually you can’t. Everyone knows that true vampires are dead during the day,” she said defensively, finally looking up at Willow, who flinched at the intensity of the glare, “but don’t get any ideas, because Jean-Claude and his people are well guarded during the day and you are obviously still weak.”

“Umm, okay. I didn’t mean to piss you off; I was just trying to be helpful. I know we didn’t get off to such a good start, but I really never meant you any harm, I just wanted to get Spike back.”

At that moment their attention was drawn back to the bed by a low moan. Willow watched as Spike raked his nails across Nathanielle’s chest, raising welts and pausing to pinch one nipple hard enough to bruise. Another moan escaped Nathaniel’s lips as he began to shudder violently, wetness spreading across the tightness of his shorts as he came. Willow felt her cheeks grow warm as she watched, transfixed. It was then she noticed Spike’s golden eyes studying her every move like he was going to eat her next. Suddenly the warmth in her cheeks became a fire that spread down her flesh and made things low in her body go tight.

Her attention was snapped back by a small chuckle from Anita.

“We have more in common than I thought,” she said, a little breathy as she watched the pair of them. “Come on, Nathaniel, let’s leave these two alone. I expect you will be finished and ready to meet with Jean-Claude at sunset.”

And with that she left, the dazed Nathaniel trailing behind her. Willow looked back at the bed to see Spike, wearing his human mask again, reaching a hand out to her, his rigid cock just poking out from behind the covers. She was almost to him before she realized what she was doing and stopped herself.

“Spike, we can’t, it’s not right. You…you’re a vampire, and…and I’m a lesbian,” she said lamely.

He rose in one elegant movement, clearly demonstrating why vampires were superior, as the covers fell away completely revealing long, lean limbs, a muscular torso, and other parts that were simply perfect. She realized she was staring and blushed again, averting her gaze.

“Mmm, I love it when you blush,” he purred, closing the distance between them, and running one hand softly across her crimson cheek. “I’ve often wondered how far down that blush goes…” at this he gently but firmly took hold of the sheet she was clutching against her body and began to pull until finally it fell to the floor in a heap. Glancing down at her he sighed, trailing one finger across her shoulders and down her chest, briefly brushing across her nipples. Willow gasped as the twin points hardened with the contact, her arousal overwhelming her. “Just as I thought, it goes all the way down.”

Before she had the chance to protest again, he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. His flesh was warmer than she had ever felt it, clearly from the recent feeding. He leaned in to capture her lips, gently brushing his mouth against hers. She pd hed her lips to sigh and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into the warm wetness.

Willow wrapped her fingers in his hair, noticing a difference in texture between the old dried out locks and the new soft hair that had regrown where it had been pulled out. She pulled him closer, feeling the passion within her build to a frenzy as they kissed. She needed him to touch her everywhere; she needed to feel him filling her until she couldn’t take anymore. She had never needed anyone so badly before.

Sensing her desperation, Spike scooped her up into his arms and carried her the short distance back to the bed, and then he was on her. Flesh against flesh, teeth scraping against sensitive skin, mouths exploring, breath coming in short pants, Willow arched her back with a loud moan as Spike’s knowledgeable tongue found the swollen nub nestled between her legs. Having more than a hundred years of practice clearly paid off as he brought her screaming over and over until she was nothing more than a quivering mass of nerves.

Just when she didn’t think she could survive any more, Spike slid his lean body along the length of hers, kissing her deeply as he thrust his rigid cock inside her wet channel. Willow screamed again, this time pain mixing with the pleasure as she felt her tender flesh tearing slightly to accommodate his girth, but he didn’t pause for her to recover. He had put off his own pleasure for too long and what mea measure of control he had, left him the moment he entered her. With a primal growl he began pounding himself into her, the wet slapping sound accompanied by grunts of concentration as he brought her once again to that dizzying precipice.

Pain, pleasure, it became one feeling for both of them, Willow raking her nails across his chest as he reared back slightly for more leverage, increasing the force of his thrusts to bruising proportions. Blood welled up from the claw marks, dripping down his torso and onto her chest as well. The smell of blood seemed to drive Spike beyond sanity, his human mask falling away with a howl as he pulled Willow’s head to the side and buried his teeth in her throat.

The sensation of her hot blood filling his mouth drove him over the edge and he came with roar, hips jerking spasmodically as he filled her with his dead seed. The pain of him pulling at her throat mixed with the pleasure of his thrusting hips grinding against her brutalized clit, pushed her to her final orgasm, her muscles convulsing around the swollen cock that was filling her and milking the last of his release from him.

When the intensity of it began to fade, Spike collapsed on top of her, reveling in the little orgasm aftershocks peicalically running through their bodies, as he licked at the fresh wound on her throat. He worried slightly about the poor girl becoming anemic from his constant draining of her. He would have to be more careful in the future. Everything would be okay though, now that they were together. He couldn’t quite understand when his feelings for the small redhead had changed, but one thing he knew with total certainty was that he was never going to let her go.

He propped himself up on one elbow so he could look down on his beautiful mate, and bent to gently kiss her closed eyelids. Willow felt like she was drowning in the afterglow, trying to swim back to some sort of rational thought. There, in the darkness between sleep and waking, she felt a presence with her. Something dark and evil, swimming back to consciousness along with her. Whatever it was, Willow was certain of one thing, she did not want it to wake. Unfortunately, she had sinksinking feeling that it was already too late. Opening her eyes, she fixed Spike with a look of dread.

“Oh, god, what have we done?”

To be continued…
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