PART 23 - Dancing with Death
*If Xander doesn't find me desirable anymore, at least Spike does. Visibly.* Anya thought - not without a certain amount
of defiance. The vampire's obvious interest was flattering. Good for her
self-esteem. Since her relationship with Xander was on the verge of breaking up
- even if he still denied it - she needed every boost of confidence she could
get. Which is why she had accepted the vampire's offer to dance.
He was also more than pleasant to look at, she had noticed. As long as she had
been with Xander, ogling other men had been a big no-no. And, so far, being
faithful hadn't been difficult. In fact, she had wondered a few times what it
was that made humans cheat on each other.
Now she knew. Hormones! And fighting. But most of all hormones. *I wonder,
if the fighting is caused by hormones, too...* Was it possible she had
spent over a thousand years dishing out vengeance on innocent people who had merely
fallen victim to an imbalance in their body chemistry?
...Undead undead undead...
Dancing was wonderful. She had never before realized just how sensual an
experience it could be. If she had, she probably wouldn't have agreed to dance
with Spike.
She met his eyes. His look could only be described as smoldering. He wanted
her. Once more, her gaze involuntarily dropped to the bulge in his pants before
being drawn to his eyes again. He pulled her closer and she let him. She felt
his hardness against her thigh, not demanding but promising. She felt herself
returning the pressure.
*Stupid human body!* she thought, for the first time at odds with her
humanity.
Why did human bodies react the way they did? Why did hers ever decide that
Alexander Harris was the one man to interlock with, and why had it suddenly
changed its mind? Why did the vampire make her all hot? When she didn't even
particularly like him.
And why was her hand roaming under Spike's T-shirt?
His flesh was hard and muscular under her caress. But his skin was smooth,
pleasantly so. She let her hand glide from his waist to his spine and upwards
between his shoulder blades. She thought about the fact that Xander never liked
her to touch him this ostentatiously in public. The vampire just raised his
eyebrow and smiled cockily.
This was the first male body, other than Xander's, that her hands set out to
explore. He was warmer than expected, but then, the dance floor was warmed by
the body heat of scores of dancers. Plus, the spotlights and lamps heated the
air further. In this warm environment, the vampire could almost pass as human.
Anya didn't share Xander's aversion to vampires or Buffy's dislike of Spike in
particular. Spike was a vampire. What did they expect? For one of the undead,
Spike was actually not so bad. He hadn't hired any killers to take them out, he
didn't smell of earth or anything worse, he helped them, even if not always
enthusiastically, and he didn't beat around the bush. He usually said what he
thought, a trait Anya found sadly lacking in her fellow humans.
Spike leaned closer. "Harris is a moron," he said. "I'd shag you
in a heartbeat, Anyanka." There was amusement in his gaze, but also
desire. "But then again, Harris hasn't got a vampire's stamina."
She wasn't surprised when a cool hand slid smoothly under her blouse to rub her
waist and then sneak round to the small of her back. His fingers slid between
the waistband of her jeans and her back, downwards, with slow determination.
Not greedily, just teasingly.
"I believe it probably happens to all humans." Anya mused.
"After the... novelty wears off, their sexual interest declines and the
deepness of their feelings does too."
The music changed to a slower song, more sensual.
"Well, I'm not human," Spike said with a shrug, not taking his eyes
off her face. Which excited her.
Anya stared back, weighing her options.
*Stupid stupid human body!* she thought without much conviction as the
touch of his hands sent a shiver of anticipation through her.
...This is a breathless silence
A moment out of time
I see your face in the shadows
The tell-tale signs are in your eyes...
*Over a century! He stayed with
Drusilla for over a hundred years - and he'd still be with her if she
hadn't cheated on him. He loves her, still.* Anya couldn't help being
impressed. Fidelity scored big marks with what was left of Anyanka in her.
But tonight he wanted her and she wanted him. And Xander had spurned her.
...Aching with a passion inside
Deep as the river
All desire...
He held her tight and brought his mouth close to her ear. "I want you,
Anya. I want you so bad," he said just loud enough for her to make out the
words, his breath was fanning her ear. The way he said 'bad' sent a shiver down
her spine. Or was it the way his lips 'accidentally' brushed her earlobe?
"But..."
"Shh. I want to make you feel how bad I want you."
Smiling, he pulled back, never letting go of her hand. His fingers intertwined
with hers, playfully caressing, teasing. He was walking backwards, pulling her
with him, off the dance floor. His coat was billowing around him like the
leathery wings of a bat. His eyes were focused on her, with burning intensity.
His smile was that of a predator certain of his prey.
He lifted her hand to his lips and lightly licked the inside of her palm,
making her feel hot and cold at the same time.
...Forever in this half-light
All desire...
She followed him.
He led her outside. It was a warm night. There was no physical need to shiver,
yet she did. There was a fairly secluded spot in the back alley of the
building, next to a parked delivery van.
He was still holding her hands. He raised one arm and gave her a slight tug, as
if they were still dancing, leading her into a spin that brought her into his
arms. She was leaning against him, her arms crossed in front of her, cradled by
him. He pressed his erection against her ass, slowly grinding his hips against
her. And then she felt him nbble lightly on her earlobe, nipping her throat
teasingly. She could hear him panting. Her own breathing wasn't any slower.
His lips wandered along her throat to her collarbone, kissing and nibbling. His
hands released hers to move to the buttons of her blouse. One by one her
buttons were undone, slowly but deftly, while a cool tongue teased her heated
skin. His body was undulating against hers with increasing urgency as his hands
searched for the bra's clasp. When he didn't find it he simply tore it and
stuffed the shreds into the pocket of his duster.
"Hey," Anya exclaimed in protest, momentarily startled. "Do you
know how much..."
"Shh, I'll buy you a new one," Spike interrupted huskily, cupping her
breasts with both hands and stilling her protest by making her moan instead.
She was beginning to feel slightly unsteady. There was a wall with a half torn
'Dingoes' poster right in front of her. She supported herself against that
wall, bracing herself for the increasing intensity of Spike's thrusts. His left
hand wandered to the button of her jeans. Then the zip. He pushed her pants
down a little bit, just enough to allow him access. Finally his hand slid down
into her panties and into her soft curls.
"Spike," she whispered. Just his name. She arched her back and neck.
Cold lips returned to her throat, yet it didn't even occur to her to be afraid.
"Anyanka," he murmured. And then something cool slid between her
thighs, caressing her moist and hot cleft. His fingertips stroked her softly,
circling her clit and teasing her opening. Somehow, Spike had quickly found a
rhythm that would soon bring her release, without her even having to tell him
what she liked. *Over a hundred years of experience.* The thought came
unbidden and was quickly forgotten, because what he was doing to her felt so
good.
Suddenly, when she could already feel her orgasm building, those wonderful
fingers were withdrawn. She dimly realized from the lack of pressure on her
back and the sounds he was making, that Spike was opening his pants.
She turned around. He was beautiful in his arousal. His eyes were dark and
hungry, his lips parted. She reached for the back of his head and pulled him
towards her, into a crushing kiss, plundering his mouth with her tongue.
Meanwhile she let her right hand roam over his taut stomach, downwards until
she met his hands. He had already succeeded in opening his belt. She continued
with the unfamiliar buttons, a bit clumsily, because Xander wore pants with
zips, but finally she succeeded in freeing his stiff cock from its confines.
She could hear his sharp intake of breath as her hot fingers enveloped his cold
but hard erection. "Yeah, oh good, Ahn..." he moaned.
If Xander ever found out about this, he'd be furious. *And why did I just
think of Xander?* Anya thought, unpleasantly distracted from her pursuit of
the pleasure moment. Xander wouldn't just be jealous - which would serve him
right - but he'd also feel hurt and betrayed. Rightly so! But if she were to be
completely honest with herself, she didn't want to hurt Xander. Not like this.
"No!" Anya abruptly exclaimed. "Spike, stop!"
"What?!"
"I'm sorry, I can't. I can't do something I have spent over a thousand
years punishing other people for."
He stood there, his erection protruding from his half opened pants, his shirt
untidy, his hair unruly, his mouth open, staring at her incredulously. Until
her words sank in. She could see the murderous rage building behind those
expressive blue eyes. For a moment she was genuinely scared, but then she
remembered the chip. So did he, apparently, because although his fists were
clenched and his jaw muscles were tense he stayed in his human guise, panting
furiously, barely restraining himself.
She knew then that one day she'd pay for today's humiliation. *Is there a
vengeance demon who takes on chipped vampires as clients?*
"Spike," she said as firmly as she could, "it's nothing
personal. I find you very attractive and I want to have sex with you. But not
now. I haven't even broken up with Xander. Until I have, I won't cheat on
him." Her body was still tingling with want and she wasn't sure if she'd
be able to resist, if Spike decided to continue stimulating her. But she was
proud of herself for resisting her stupid human body's hormone induced
cravings.
The vampire didn't look like he had heard a word of what she had said. He was
trembling with rage and the effort of controlling himself. "You...
you..." he was obviously speechless.
*I can't leave him like that,* Anya thought. *I have put the plague
on men for playing with women's expectations like that. There must be something
I can do...*
"Spike!" she said, a bit louder. "Shut up!" She yanked him
around so his shoulders touched the wall. And then she knelt in front of him
and took his stiff shaft into her hand.
He clearly hadn't expected her to do that, because he produced a strangled
sound and bucked involuntarily.
He looked down at her, and she met his confused gaze evenly. "Just because
I can't have any sex, it doesn't mean you can't," she explained. His fury
dissipated visibly.
"Anyanka, you really have yer own brand of logic, girl." His last
words turned into a moan because Anya began to stroke him. "Not
complainin', mind you," he hurried to add.
She studied his penis attentively. It looked and felt quite different from
Xander's circumcised member. Strangely pale. As if made of marble. And it was
cool in her hands. Well, not for long.
She ran her fingers over his hardness, exploring it tenderly at first, but then
stroking more firmly. She didn't know what he liked, but Spike was a talker,
unlike Xander, who still got embarrassed when asked to voice his preferences.
Spike knew no such restraint.
"Oh yes, Anya, good. Do that again... yeah. Slow down, oh my..."
She looked up and saw him tilting his head backwards, and arching his back. It
pleased her to see that she was able to give him pleasure. She moistened her
lips, and then she turned her concentration back to matters at hand. Without
prior warning she closed her wet lips on the tip of his shaft, before slowly
taking him deeply into her mouth.
He exhaled with a surprised gasp, a deliciously helpless sound. He beat his
fists against the wall, leaning against it for support. Somehow he managed to
keep his hips still.
She let one hand knead his still clothed buttock, again amazed at the firmness
of his flesh. The other hand snuck between his legs to cup his balls, while her
lips and tongue were pleasuring him.
"You're so hot... that's it..."
He buried his hand in her hair.
Anya had hoped her desire would decrease without his hands on her body, but it
hadn't diminished in the least. Her body still wanted to interlock with his.
Badly. She knew it was all ready for him. Her breasts longed for his touch and
her sheath wanted to feel his hardness inside her. That's what human bodies
were evidently made for.
Suddenly she heard steps behind her. She didn't stop until she heard a feral,
threatening snarl from Spike. She looked up and saw that he was wearing his
bestial face. She turned to follow his gaze and saw two vampires backing off.
When she looked at Spike's face again, the bony ridges and fangs had disappeared.
In their place was a smug smile. She licked the tip of his cock, then gave it a
slight nibble and heard him moan, the smugness gone.
"Christ!" he said hoarsely.
She began to stroke his member more firmly and as the fingers between his legs
became more daring, her lips engulfed his length. He made an incoherent sound,
as he tried to keep his hips from bucking wildly. "Yes, oh yes, go
on," her urged her on. "Yes, there, God, do that again...yes...
I'm...close..."
He came with a strangled howl, shooting into her ready mouth. She looked up to
met his wide-eyed gaze, before she swallowed his come without hesitation. He
looked pleased. His breathing slowed. He pulled her up and tried to kiss her
again, but stopped when she pulled back.
He studied her for a moment, then he cocked his eyebrow.
"That was fun, luv," he said languidly. "Let me know if you ever
fancy an encore. Any time."
She just nodded and began to rearrange her clothing, her face flushed from
exertion and unfulfilled lust.
He searched the pockets of his duster, grinning momentarily as his fingers
brushed against the remains of her bra, and pulled out his cigarettes.
"Want one?" he offered.
"Why would I shorten the already far too brief life span of my body
unnecessarily?"
"Suit yourself, luv," he shrugged, clearly not insulted. He lit his
fag and inhaled deeply - never mind the cliché, he always liked a smoke after
sex. He began to button up his pants. "So, where we goin' now?"
"How would you like to go and visit a frat party on campus?" Anya
asked. "The others will be there, too."
"Isn't that a bit tame?" But he knew he'd come along, if only for the
free drinks.
"Perhaps," Anya said. "But if you're lucky Xander and I will
break up there. And then you and I might get a chance to have sex, after
all."
Spike nodded. He smiled. Her smell was still clinging to his fingers.
"Yeah right, sounds like a plan, luv."
The music Spike and Anya dance to:
Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead
Shriekback - This Big Hush (which some may know from the soundtrack to the
first Hannibal Lecter film "Manhunter")
This Big Hush
Is there a fire in the sky
Is there a moon up there
Is anything alive now
This darkness is what I hear
This is a breathless silence
A moment out of time
I see your face in the shadows
The tell-tale signs are in your eyes
More than I can hold in my hand
Running through the gaps like water
Aching with a passion inside
Deep as the river
All desire
The ashes and the fire
Turning this night inside
And the light from you
Is there a flame in the dark
is there a bright heart star
These creatures look the same now
We freeze wherever we are
We wake alone in the blackness
We sleep whenever we fall
One dream all around us
This big hush infects us all
Holding up an animal fear
Soaking up the waves underwater
Tuned to music no-one can hear
Forever in this half-light
All desire
The ashes and the fire
Turning this night inside
And the light from you
All desire
The ashes and the fire
Turning this night inside
And the light from you
More than I can hold in my hand
Running through the gaps like water
Aching with a passion inside
Deep as the river
All desire
The ashes and the fire
Turning this night inside
And the light from you
All desire
The ashes and the fire
Turning this night inside
Turning this night inside
Turning this night inside
And the light from you