When Kiara woke up, Spike was still deep in Vampire sleep. She grabbed his wrist to check the time, planning to bolt and go to ground somewhere he couldn't find her. Like the nearest twenty-four hour church or something!
Her bottom still stung. And she was almost mad enough to stake him-almost.
Kiara stared down at the motionless Vampire, half hating him for being so beautiful that the thought of punching a stake into that perfectly muscled chest made her ill.
She wasn't usually the dramatic type. But she had to accept that seeing him turned to dust would probably kill her.
But she was furious with him. And she was even more pissed off at herself. Because every time she thought about the emotions that had to have driven Spike into doing the things to her that he had done last night, she could feel the anger draining away into something soft and gooey.
She didn't like that.
"I'm not soft." She whined sullenly. "And I damn straight don't do gooey."
All uneasy in regards to acting out of character aside, she didn't like the melty shit because it reminded her of those women who excused the black eyes, the broken limbs with the lame declaration "But he loves me."
"Yeah, sure." Kiara grumbled. "I'm willing to buy that love hurts. But I don't think I can buy that it's ok for it to hurt in that sort of way."
But then you had the whole crazy Vampire aspect to add to the twisted mix. Vampires liked pain, obviously. They loved causing it. And while she couldn't speak for other Vampires, she knew her Vampire also liked receiving pain.
Buffy had been Spike's first human lover. And from the little bits that she had let out to Kiara, those two had basically beat the shit out of each other before, during, and half the time after, every time they had sex.
And he had been with Dru for a century. If she hadn't managed to wander away from her minders one day with the bright idea of picking wildflowers under the afternoon sun, he'd probably still be with her. And she knew he and Dru used to tear each other up.
Kiara and Spike sometimes got into actual physical confrontations. Usually it was a matter of Spike being in one of his smart-assed, snarky moods and deliberately and intentionally goading Kiara until she finally lost her fiery Irish temper and was driven to attacking him to get him to shut up!
She'd try her hardest to punch or kick him, and he'd dance around her just out of reach letting her get in a point or two, but essentially just winding her up tighter and tighter until she'd stop dead and blister the air for a full five minutes with a creative mixture of curses and cuss words, then she'd spin on her heel and stomp for the door.
He'd pounce on her laughing with maniacal glee and drag her hissing, spitting and clawing at him down into the belly of his crypt. He'd strip her with brutal, efficient skill, Kiara screeching "Don't you rip anything! No, wait, knock it the fuck off!"
Once he had her naked he'd toss her onto his huge bed, and before she'd stopped bouncing he'd be naked himself, and crawling up between her sprawled limbs like the deadly predator he was.
Still in fighting rage, Kiara would try to kick or push him away.
She was a warrior in her own right, but she was also female, and simply human. She never stood a chance. Even those few times she managed to score a direct strike to Spike's balls. On those occasions she might actually make it off the fucking bed, but never many strides towards the ladder before he was on her and flinging her back to the bed. Her sparring partner, was after all, a Master Vampire.
When their fucking was fueled by fighting as foreplay, he would sometimes tease her, tell her to settle down and be a good girl or maybe he'd just tie her to the bloody bed. He never actually did. But then he never truly needed her tied down to totally control and Dominate her.
He'd simply pull her hands up over her head, holding them easily by the wrists with one of his own, drop his hips into the lush cradle of her own, and worm her thighs open wide enough that he could rub his hard cock tauntingly against her hot core.
That bastard could kiss. Hundred plus years would turn anyone but a complete idiot into a master craftsman. And he'd learned very quickly just exactly where to nibble and suck on Kiara's neck, throat and shoulders.
She'd still be screaming, cussing and cursing him, whenever she could manage to wrench her mouth free. Or when Spike choose to concentrate on laddering her throat or neck with tiny little bites and wet, slick licks.
Kiara hated to give up or give in. But by the time he was on top of her like that, every hard, sculpted muscle of that perfect body rubbing, pushing, crushing her...the vocal bitching was mere auto pilot. Her eyes would be starting to glaze into that sexual thralled daze that only Spike had ever put her under...fucking Vampire, she'd think, always, every time, helpless to pull free of it.
And he'd taunt her with it, rubbing his cock against her increasing wetness, kissing her until she gasped desperately for air when he pulled back to bite gently at her neck or dipped his head to suck a swollen nipple. He'd pinch her nipples almost brutally, staying always just that level below when it would make her cry out and clear her mind just enough...
He'd tease and taunt and torment her until Kiara couldn't remember that she was furious with him. Drive her out of her mind with sexual need until it didn't matter anymore that she had intended to leave, and he had dragged her by force to his bed. Push her into such abandoned arousal that she would eventually, always, every single time, bend then break.
Those times when he forced her to fight, then carried her like a primitive conquering savage to his silk sheeted bower always ended in the same way.
"Fuck me, oh gods you demon bastard, fuck me hard!" Kiara would scream, and a heartbeat, for a human, who had one, later Spike would be pounding into her aching, exultant cunt. And he'd fuck her for an hour or more, using his Vampire endurance to refrain from cumming until she had exploded around his hard driving flesh a dozen times or more.
Whenever Spike got that need to goad her into trying to kick his ass, he'd fuck her the whole night long after, and Kiara would sleep for nearly a day when he finally allowed her respite. Then wake up and swear by any oath she could think of, next time Spike got in the mood, she was running! But she never did. And she wasn't sure if it was simply because she had never ran away from a battle, or if she just loved the carnal play.
Kiara pulled herself free of her erotic thoughts with a determined yank.
"This was different, damnit." She snarled softly. "I stick around for the other thing, so obviously I like it. Even if I'm not comfortable admitting that I do."
"Gods, it's all just so fucking messed up crazy!" She whimpered unhappily.
She'd known that taking a Vampire for a lover was totally fucked up. Even a Vampire as out of the ordinary as Spike. But she hadn't had a hope of resisting. Buffy's plan was damn stupid. Even Buffy had admitted that after the event. Buffy had allowed her desperation to find a way to get Spike to stop beating the shit out of her night after night, and her real fear that one day, Spike in an extra bad mood, or maybe simply drunk, might decide to go for his third slayer, had made her convince herself that Spike and Kiara were a good idea.
Kiara hadn't had a hope of finding the word no.
The first time she had seen him she'd been looking for Buffy in her favorite, most Vamp populated cemetery. He and Buffy had been destroying a gang off Vampires that had broken up the slug fest he and Buffy had been engaging in. Not that he cared to help Buffy out anymore at that point. He was just furious that they got in his way.
Kiara had stood beside a tree and watched him kicking, punching, tearing and rending with shouts of pure joy. And her entire body had convulsed with a feeling of, please God, I gotta have that pure lust.
It was rather a case of, sorry, all and any roads, they lead right here.
So Kiara stared down at her beautiful, sleeping, evil asshole of a Vampire and thought about biting him or something. And then her eyes fell on the set of handcuffs tossed casually onto the headboard and Kiara's wild child bright green orbs gleamed!
Oh my and oh yeah she chortled in a decidedly diabolical manner.
She knew Spike had a bunch of handcuffs squirreled away. He collected the damn things like kids collected trading cards.
She looked down at her defenseless Vampire and grinned evil. "Oh baby, you might be the Big Bad...but I'm a little hellion brat. And this is gonna be so much fun!"
