- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – First of several chapters
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Two
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Three
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Four
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Five
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Six
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Seven
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Eight
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Nine
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Ten
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Eleven
Fic: Nocturnal Emissions
Author: Miss Murchison
Summary: Buffy thinks Spike has a problem. Spike thinks Buffy is jealous and needs a nap. As you can tell from the title, I have not been guilty of good taste.
This is an alternative Season 6 where there is no angst. Assume Buffy didn’t die at the end of Season 5, or, if she did, she was glad to get back. Don’t go looking for any huge problems among the canon characters. They’re not there, although all is not sweetness and light. Which is good, because we all know how bad light is for Spike.
Length of completed story: About 9,000 words
Thanks: To my wonderful betas, keswindhover and revdorothyl, to enigmaticblues for the comm, and to my family for leaving me alone long enough to finish this story. Maybe they’ll repeat the favor so I can finally enjoy the other entries from this round.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. Only the lame plots and dialogue herein are mine.
It didn’t feel as if she’d fallen asleep, but she must have because she was walking down a path in a forest, with the smell of grass and flowers all around. The sun was shining above, and as she turned a corner, she saw a small clearing up ahead, a grassy spot with patches of wildflowers in different colors surrounding it. Buffy wondered if she had wandered into the wrong dream.
A long skirt swished around her ankles. She looked down, and realized that more than just her clothes had been enhanced. She’d gone up at least one bra size and… she squirmed a little… some kind of corset was pushing her breasts up to give the appearance of yet another cup size. A little gust of wind told her that the corset was the only underwear she had on.
“Oh, yeah, this is Spike’s dream all right.” She rolled her eyes and tossed her long, golden curls over her shoulder.
The path was leading her towards someone lying on the ground. He was looking at her, and as she approached, he sat up and ran a hand through his hair, giving her a shy smile.
She realized she was holding a sword in one hand, and she laid it on the ground before sitting down next to him. He was wearing a soft, white shirt and dark pants, and he didn’t look vampiry at all. In fact, the most familiar thing about him was his loving expression. He looked at her that way in the real world sometimes, as if she was his greatest source of joy.
“My dearest love,” he started to say in a gentle voice. Suddenly, his face went blank, and he slumped to the ground.
“Hey!” objected Buffy. “This was just getting good!”
“Hell!” A dark-haired woman glared at her over Spike’s body. She was wearing a slinky black dress and her boobs were even bigger than Buffy’s dream cleavage. “What are you doing here, bitch?”
“Me? You’re the one feeling up my boyfriend!” Buffy stood up to face the demon.
“But I banished you from his dream.” The succuba sounded confused.
Buffy automatically moved to a defensive stance. “I’ll do the banishing where Spike is concerned, thanks. Why are you here, anyway? I thought you liked warm, live seed?”
“What?” The woman looked confused, then amused. “No, I just need it to reproduce, which I don’t particularly want to do. Do you think humans are the only ones who like a little recreational fucking? And I discovered, quite by accident one night when I was bored and up for some experimental screwing, that when a vamp comes inside me, he comes with a truly magnificent bang.”
So the succuba was just out for a good time. Buffy’s anger grew. “I don’t care if you have a yen for vamp cock, but with a town full of the demons, why did you decide to go after mine?”
The two women were circling Spike. The succuba looked down, and when Buffy followed her gaze, she saw he was naked, still with that sweet smile on his face. His eyelids fluttered, and he muttered something, but his limbs didn’t move.
“It’s a very pretty cock,” Lily pointed out. “And you’re a fine one to take the moral high road. It’s not as if your relationship isn’t on the perverse side. I mean, a Slayer and a vampire…” She shook her head. “It’s in very bad taste.”
“I happen to think it tastes just fine.” Buffy dragged her eyes from Spike to keep an eye on her opponent. “I mean… he’s more than a cock to me! You’re after a one-night stand, and he… well, maybe he doesn’t deserve better, but he’s going to get it. Besides, when I fuck him, he doesn’t explode into dust.”
“Too bad. That’s one thrill you’ll never know, Slayer Slut.” Lily jumped over Spike and attacked Buffy, hands raised like claws.
Buffy grabbed her sword and thrust for the succuba’s heart.
But Lily was more experienced in the dream world, and she slid backwards effortlessly, laughing.
Buffy gripped the sword tighter and moved to the side, taking the fight away from Spike. She didn’t want to accidentally injure or trip over him. “That’s your fighting strategy? Moonwalking?”
“One of them, bitch. Here’s another.” Lily raised her arm and the sword few out of Buffy’s hand and into hers.
Buffy gulped, then reminded herself that this was no prophetic Slayer dream, full of horrors that she could only fight after she was awake. This was a slay-now, think-later dream. She reached her hand out, grabbed a sword from thin air, and parried Lily’s stroke.
“Fuck!” Lily hissed, jumped in the air and launched a slow-motion kick like the star of a martial arts movie. Quickly getting the hang of lucid dreaming tactics, Buffy managed to speed time back up before the kick landed. She blocked it and aimed a lightening-fast roundhouse at Lily’s gut.
Lily fell backwards but performed an impossible summersault, landing on her feet with a whip in her free hand. It lashed out and caught Buffy around the ankles, tossing her to the ground. Buffy kicked off the whip, but before she could jump up, a tree root snaked over to wrap around her wrist, making her drop her sword. By the time she fought free of it, Lily was rushing forward with her sword aimed straight at Buffy’s heart.
Buffy brought up her hands to block the blow, but Lily never completed the stroke. Her hand went slack and the sword dropped harmlessly to the side as her whole body shuddered with a huge impact. Lily would have fallen forward, but she was held in an awkward, semi-upright position by the lance that had pierced her torso from behind. Buffy’s gaze followed the line of the lance upwards, and she blinked at the sight of a large white horse, atop which sat, of course, a knight in shining armor.
The knight tossed the lance, Lily’s body still attached, aside. He pushed up the visor on his helmet. “At your service, fair lady.” Spike smirked down at her.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/259794.html