Previous Chapter Summary: Wesley finished his conversation with Travers, and he realized that his father must have approved of his execution. He was very shook up about it, and he discussed it with Faith a little. Giles and Joyce talked to Willow, Xander and Dalton after the phone call, and both of them reflected on the growth of the three over the last few months.

Current Chapter Summary: (NC-17 Chapter) Spike and Buffy get a little one on one time in their home. (YEAH SPUFFY!) Wesley and Faith try to get some rest, but Wesley is plagued with nightmares from his past.

Author's Note: A BIG thank you to Tam (Spikelovesbite) for all of her help on the Spuffy portion of the chapter. She was my sounding board because I was worried about it being boring. She is such a great person to bounce things off of, as well as a good friend. Thanks for letting me vent and assuring me that things were good. This chapter is dedicated to you.

The walls shook at the house next door to Spike and Buffy's. A floppy skinned demon looked at his wife, and they shared a conspiring smile between them.

"The welcome must not have gone too horribly Clem," The floppy skinned female said to her husband.

"I'm sure happy they went with the sound proofing ward you suggested, Annabelle." Clem held his wife's hand. "I have a feeling they'll be baying at the moon tonight."

"That's for werewolves, silly," Annabelle teased. Both good natured demons laughed. They loved their neighbors, but they still enjoyed teasing Buffy and Spike about their sexcapades.

After one such teasing, Buffy and Spike asked Willow if she knew of any spells that deadened sound. With the help of her mentor, Willow located the right spell, and she was able to perform it. Now the vampiric couple didn't worry about keeping the neighbors up during the night and day.

Spike tackled Buffy to the ground on the porch of their home. He caught a potted midnight rose that was dislodged from its perch during the scuffle before it fell on their heads. "Why do we bother to put things on the porch, luv?"

"Because they're pretty." Buffy giggled in delight. "We should get inside before Clem and Belle tease us again."

"We can blame it on one of California's many earthquakes." Spike covered Buffy's neck with fanged kisses.

"They'll never believe it." As much as Buffy wanted to ravage Spike on the porch, she preferred to keep Spike's naked body for her eyes only. She knew the Brachen couple across the street liked to play peeping Tom on them anytime possible. She tried to crab crawl out from underneath Spike.

"Not so fast, pet." Spike gripped Buffy's arms tighter. "I'm not through with you yet." He nipped his way down Buffy's chest, and he buried his face in the valley of her clothed breasts.

Buffy moaned and went lax in Spike's arms. When Spike, thinking she'd given up her retreat, relaxed his grip, she pushed herself out from underneath him. She scrambled for the door to get inside.

"That's not playing fair, pet." Spike mock pouted at Buffy, but he crawled panther like through the entryway on the prowl for his Mate. He kicked the door closed behind him. "You shouldn't tease a bloke like that."

"It's only mean if I don't plan on delivering." Buffy pointed her index finger at Spike and curled it towards her. "Come here, tiger."

Spike snarled, crawled closer, and swished a clawed hand into the air in front of him. "Tiger's gonna get his kitty."

Buffy shivered in response. She loved it when Spike was willing to play. His every move aroused and taunted her at the same time. She knew how wild he could be. Many nights she was grateful for the soundproofing spell over their home. Otherwise she was afraid that her friends in the neighborhood would think something was killing her or Spike. The neighborhood was pretty protective of its residents, and they all looked out for each other's well being.

Spike advanced closer to Buffy with twice as many steps forward as she stepped back. He was hungry for his Mate. He'd played the good vamp and followed the Watcher's orders earlier in the night. Now was their time for frolicking.

Buffy tried to back peddle quicker once she made it into their living room. With Spike stalking his prey from the floor, she hoped she'd be able to spin around and make a run for the stairs in time.

Spike anticipated Buffy's path by the slight turns of her posture. He pressed some of his weight back on his toes, and he readied himself to pounce once she turned.

Buffy's heels hit the lowest step of the staircase. She kept her eyes on Spike, and she snuck her left hand behind her to grab the reinforced railing. Using the railing as leverage, Buffy twisted herself around, and she made a mad dash up the flight of stairs.

Spike wriggled his butt and crouched down like a cat for a moment before he pounced forward and pounded up the stairs. He reached the top in time to wrap his hands around Buffy's ankles in a tackle.

Buffy fell face first on the upstairs landing. She kicked at Spike and shimmied her legs to try to break his hold on her.

Both of their enhanced reflexes and strengths fought back and forth in a stalemate battle. Buffy succeeded in scooting forward a little in the upper hallway. Then, Spike twisted Buffy around and pulled her tighter to him.

Back and forth their wrestling match continued. The pictures on the walls shook with each blow from one side of the hallway to another. Later on they would remember to thank Dalton and Xander for their suggestions to firmly secure anything that hung on the walls.

The darkness encroached around the young boy who was alone in a park somewhere in London, England. The boy was not more than 8 years of age, and he looked lost and scared. The boy's head shook back and forth with each sound that echoed around him.

Golden eyes watched from the shadows. The vampire attached to the eyes prowled along the edge of the park while he followed the tasty little treat that would be his evening meal. 'Young … I always love a little veal.' He darted out of the trees and behind a climbing structure.

'Come on, Dad. Where are you?' The boy's nanny had dropped him off at the park over an hour ago. It wasn't unusual for his father to be late, but he wasn't normally dropped off outside in the dark. There was no sign of his father's arrival. Usually his father arrived with several of his lackey's in tow. So, there was no way to miss his father's approach usually.

Seeing his opportunity to strike, the vampire jumped from the shadows. He snatched the boy up off the ground. His fangs had only grazed the boy's neck when his head was jerked back by a rope. He dropped the boy to the ground and snarled at his captors.

"Hold him!" Roger Wyndham-Pryce yelled out to the three different men who had ropes around the vampire's neck and arms. Two more men joined the three to hold the main rope around the vampire's neck.

The boy looked up at his father with tears in his eyes. Roger shook his head at his son. "Get up, Wesley. We do not cower before evil," He scolded the boy in anger.

"No excuses, young man." Roger pulled Wesley to his feet. "You are a poor excuse for a son. They are the enemy, and you nearly got yourself killed. Then you quiver and snivel like a weakling. You are a disgrace."

Wesley would have felt less pain if his father slapped him across the face. Why could he never please him? He wanted his father to be proud of him, but he always lacked whatever it was his father wanted to see in him.

"If you don't kill them, they will kill you." Roger Wyndham-Pryce yelled at his son Wesley. He handed the stake in his hand to his son. He pushed the young boy closer to the restrained vampire.

Wesley looked back at his father nervously. He didn't understand everything his father said, and he was scared of the malformed face on the creature that attacked him earlier.

"Do it!" Roger urged his son on. "Kill that creature. It doesn't deserve to live."

Wesley clutched the stake tightly in his hands. He walked slowly closer to the restrained enemy of his family. Each step drew him nearer to his fears and heightened the vampire's agitation.

Behind Wesley, Roger motioned for the men holding the vampire back to let go. He watched with anger when his son froze in place in front of the vampire.

Wes' eyes widened, and he froze. He was rooted to the spot in fear. Just before the vampire grabbed him he closed his eyes …

Buffy looked up into the eyes of her Sire, Mate, and lover. Though they had no need to breathe, both of them panted in exertion from their romp along the floor. Buffy pushed back the stray tendrils of bleached hair that had fallen into Spike's face. She cupped his face with her hand lovingly. 'I love you, Spike.'

Spike never tired of hearing Buffy say those beautiful words to him. He'd spent over a century and a half feeling rejected, unloved, and unworthy. Now, in the arms of his Childe, he found the acceptance and peace that he'd never before found. The awe of feeling loved reflected in his eyes. He pressed his lips against Buffy's and kissed her with passionate joy. 'I love you too, Buffy. Always.'

Buffy opened her legs and locked her ankles together around Spike's waist. Although they were still on the ground and clothed, she felt his hard erection tight against her body. She loved that she could make him this aroused. No matter how Angelus treated her after she lost her virginity, Spike showed her every time they made love, or had feral sex, that she was beautiful and a perfect choice of mate.

Spike snarled into their kiss. His fangs nipped Buffy's lower lip and tongue as his kisses grew more wild and uncontrolled. Buffy drove him insane with all the smells, warmth, and tiny sounds she made when they were together. Although she was a vampire, Buffy never completely lost all of her human warmth. Though not the 98.6 degrees of a human, her 90 degree body still felt like an inferno to his room temperature one. The only times his body temperature rose higher was when they were both enjoying the warmth of the sun or they shared blood.

The scent of Buffy's blood in the air called her own demon forth, and she punctured Spike's tongue with her fangs to mingle their blood together. She supped on the flavorful and powerful blood that surged through both of their veins. Each joining and feeding seemed to strengthen their bond as well as the power that flowed between them. Something was gained with each exchange of blood, and nothing was lost.

Spike clawed at Buffy's top, and he shredded it to reach the suppleness of her breasts. He pinched and nearly pierced her nipples with his claws, and he alternated between squeezing and caressing her golden globes. His cock strained within the confines of his jeans, and the zipper's pattern was pressed into the skin covering his hard rod.

Buffy's back arched towards Spike's touch. The painful pleasures wracked her nerves and body into a frenzy of sensations and reactions. She clawed her way underneath Spike's shirt and tore it from his body, removing the last barrier between their chests to feel skin against skin. She rubbed her butt along the ground to rub herself against Spike's covered erection. She mewled and whined at being kept from feeling his cock against her.

Spike jumped up, jerked Buffy to her feet, and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He kicked at the partially opened door of their bedroom and strode purposefully to their bathroom.

Buffy squealed in delight. She leaned over further and bit Spike in the butt with her full fangs.

Spike growled, and he slapped Buffy's butt hard when she wouldn't release her fangs. He snarled a command to her in a demonic language that only other blood family understood.

Buffy let her fangs recede, and she lifted her head up to answer her Sire. She meekly growled a response and lay limp against his back again.

Spike purred and cooed his approval to his Childe. He lowered her feet to the floor in front of him. He licked up the side of her neck and nibbled playfully over his claiming marks while he started the water for a shower.

Wesley sat up straight in bed and screamed. "NO!" He panted and shook in fear. His hands trembled even as he ran his fingers through his mussed up hair.

Faith woke up groggily. "Are you all right?" She asked with concern. She was usually a pretty heavy sleeper, but nothing could have slept through that shout of the Watcher's.

"Didn't sound like nothing to me," Faith said without malice or sarcasm. She was worried about Wesley because his cry sounded like that of a small frightened child. She'd heard him shriek in fear when they faced the vampires, but this time he sounded really scared.

"It was only a nightmare, Faith," Wesley answered. In his confusion, he hadn't even given a thought to calling her Miss Lehane. Tears leaked out the edge of his eyes and down his cheeks. He wished that he could attribute the nightmare to fantasy. Unfortunately the recurring nightmare was an actual memory from his youth.

Faith turned over in bed to face her Watcher. "Want to talk about it?" She asked sincerely. "I know I'm not the world's greatest listener, but we are in this together. Aren't we?"

"I have to deal with this on my own," Wesley snapped back. Then, he sighed in a much softer tone, "But thank you for offering."

"No problem. It's cool." Faith shrugged her shoulders. She buried her head back into her pillow and closed her eyes. "Wake me if you change your mind."

It was a long time before Wesley fell back asleep. At some point during the night the Slayer and the Watcher both ended up near the middle of the bed. The twisted blanket that acted like a dividing line between their sleeping spaces lay underneath their joined hands, as if each of them had reached out for the other in comfort.

Spike massaged soap into Buffy's golden tresses. He lightly scratched her scalp and delighted in the purring that answered his actions. 'My precious little kitty,' he thought to his Mate.

'Purr … purr,' Buffy thought back in words at Spike with a chuckle of mirth in her tone. Her eyes were closed, and she leaned into his touch. She loved sharing showers and baths with Spike. He paid attention to every detail of pleasure that she never realized was possible while getting clean. Of course they ended up getting "dirty" during the cleaning process, but that made bathing that much more fun.

Spike pulled Buffy's back tight against his chest. He growled low in her ear and sucked her ear lobe into his mouth. One of his fangs slipped easily into the piercing on the lobe and teased the flesh around it. He pulled back to rinse the soap from Buffy's hair.

Buffy grabbed the liquid soap from the shower shelf. She squeezed some of the cool liquid into her hands and offered the bottle to Spike. She lathered her hands together, reached back behind her, and rubbed her hands down Spike's back to his butt cheeks. She massaged and caressed her sudsy hands over the pale roundness that had yet to see the sun. She slipped her fingertips between his cheeks and teased the tight pucker hidden there.

Whenever they planned on heading to the beach, they never stayed long enough to get a good tan. Frolicking of one kind or another always cut the trips short or at least the time out in the sun short. The citizens of Sunnydale weren't ready to be blinded by Spike's lily white ass pumping and pounding Buffy into the sand in the middle of the day.

Spike filled one hand with soap. He snapped the cap back down, and he put it back on the shelf. Without lathering it in his hands he massaged a thick layer of soap from into the skin of Buffy's neck, over her shoulders, down her arms, across her abdomen, and finally back up to coat her breasts. He scratched his fingernails over her hardening nipples, despite the heat of the water hitting her skin. 'Do you realize just how much you turn me on, pet? How bad I want you?'

Buffy quivered. Her head fell back on Spike's shoulder with her eyes closed. 'I have some idea.' She rubbed her ass against his hard cock. 'I need you, Spike.' She bent her knees a little and stood back up to tease his length along the cleft of her ass. 'I need to feel you fill me with your cock and pierce me with your fangs.'

Spike's snarl echoed even deeper in the shower stall. He ground his erection against her ass, bent down lower, and surged back up until his cock slipped into Buffy's wet pussy in one stroke. His cock always zeroed in on its goal with perfection to find the entrance of Buffy's sweet pussy. He grasped her breasts tightly, and he used them for leverage to plunge in and out of her repeatedly. 'Like that, pet?'

'By the gods, yes.' Buffy dug her fingernails into Spike's ass so hard that they punctured the skin. Rivets of blood trickled down his cheeks while Buffy pulled his ass forward to take her harder.

The water beating down on them both washed away all traces of soap from their skins while they bucked against each other. Soap wasn't the only slickness caressing their bodies though. Buffy's juices coated her curls, Spike's cock and flowed down her inner thighs with a heat that rivaled the shower's spray.

Buffy let go of Spike's butt to press the palms of her hands against the shower wall in front of her. The position gave her more leverage to rock back against Spike's forward thrusts. She spread her legs a little further apart and arched her back. 'Harder … More … please … more.'

'I'll give you harder,' Spike thought back to his lover while he pounded into her pussy with long hard thrusts that buried him to the base of his cock. His ball sac slapped Buffy's clit and jolted her with the sting against her sensitive nub.

Buffy gasped and whimpered. Her inner muscles clutched tighter around Spike's cock. Her claws extended and scratched into the wall like it was made of corkboard instead of tile. She lifted one foot onto the ledge a couple feet up from the floor and then the other.

Spike was forced to brace his feet against the back of the shower to keep his leverage. Buffy was thrusting back harder in her new position. His footing faltered briefly, and his cock plumbed her depths to the entrance of her womb.

Buffy nearly fell when Spike lost his footing. His cock broached the barrier into her womb, and her body seized up in painful pleasure. Her orgasm barreled through her in that moment, and she screamed out his name.

Buffy's screams echoed in Spike's ear while the tight spasms of her pussy wrenched his own orgasm from him. His fangs struck the claimed side of Buffy's neck in one swift motion. Her blood quickly filled his mouth, and he drank her essence deeply into himself while he filled her with his manly essence.

In the throes of their passion neither realized that Spike's seed was a little bit warmer than it usually was. Neither cared about the tingling between their loins except that they both were lost in the bliss they felt.

"Yours," Buffy responded with eagerness and without a moment's hesitation. Her knees wobbled, and her body shook. It didn't stop her from pulling away from Spike, turning around, jumping up, wrapping her legs around Spike's waist and impaling herself on Spike's cock again. She buried her face in Spike's neck and her fangs in his neck. She pulled on his blood hard and fast.

Spike came again the instant Buffy's fangs entered his neck. He clawed at her back, and he pulled in and out of her pussy even as his cock spilled more of its seed into her.

"Mine!" Buffy nearly howled into the heated air around them. Her eyes flashed and locked on Spike's gaze as if she dared him to question her claim.

"Yours," Spike answered. He was rewarded with another orgasm from Buffy clenching him within her channel.

A golden nimbus flashed around their joined bodies and filled the air with electricity and ancient magics. The claim was renewed and strengthened once more. The two of them collapsed against the back of the shower still joined, unconscious.

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