Victory is Ours, Chapter 1/?

To anyone who has read Fixing the Factors by ImmortallySpuffy might recognize the ‘dream’ that is the prologue of this story. The dream was betaed by Spikeslovebite, and the rest was betaed by Tasha with a special thanks to Dragonflylady for support. Not sure how soon this will be updated past today. I think this story will be WIP 16ish. LOL

Title: Victory is Ours
Rating: NC-17
Main Pairing: Spuffy
Genre/Era: Fantasy AU
Beta: Spikeslovebite, Tasha
Summary: Captured by the Slayer, Spike finds himself embroiled in a plot that will change his view of the Slayers and vampires forever.
Warnings: I used a lot of my regular OCs in this story. If you have any questions about them, I’ll be happy to answer any questions.

The Dream from FTF

Spike knew he had been captured for the Slayer. She had been tracking him for days now, stalking him through the darkness like the prey that he was. He’d put up a hell of a fight, of course, but her army of Amazonian mercenaries had overpowered his own cadre of vampires with frightening precision. They had singled him out and then quickly and efficiently dealt with his minions, treading carelessly through piles of their dust to subdue him.

Trussed up like a turkey, he’d been transported along the mountain paths to the Slayer’s stronghold. Most of the undignified trip had been spent puzzling over why he hadn’t been dusted outright. It wasn’t like he hadn’t caused her any number of problems over the past few years. She was there. He could feel her signature racing up and down his spine, but for some reason she didn’t seem too eager to show herself or release him from his immortal coil.

Once back at the Slayer’s remote castle, he’d been stripped and bathed by the muscular female warriors. Stoically ignoring his throaty growls and snapping teeth, they had fitted him with a cock ring and blindfolded him before he was led to a different chamber.

Now he was spread out like a pale starfish, his arms and legs fastened with magically enhanced manacles. They had refused to answer any of his demands and ignored the colorful insults he’d hurled at them. Once they were certain he was securely chained, they had left him alone.

Spike was enraged at his treatment thus far, even though there wasn’t so much as a scratch to mar the perfection of his ivory hide. This type of behavior towards a Master vampire such as himself was downright humiliating, even for a creature as sexually uninhibited as he was. His reason for being here were now as obvious as they were unbelievable, and the knowledge only served to make him more indignant. Fucking Slayer! She would pay for this in blood.

And speaking of the Chosen One…

Her scent preceded her, the strong whiff of Slayer musk causing his mouth to water and his fangs to drop down in anticipation. Angered by what he saw as his demons betrayal, he lunged against his restraints. He could feel her approach and thrashed about, desperate to free himself so that he could face her one on one rather than hogtied to her bed. Insufferable bitch! His snarls drowned out the creak of the hinges, but the click of her heels on the stone floors rang out in the tomblike room.

“Who’s this sleeping in my bed?” a woman’s voice sang softly. “Why, I do believe it’s William the Bloody. However did he get here?” Her melodious laugh only served to whip him into a frenzy of rage. “Oh! That’s right. I caught you, didn’t I? That means you belong to me, doesn’t it?”

“Let me go, you self-righteous bint,” Spike snarled. He glared in the direction of her voice and pulled against the chains hard enough to cause his wrists to bleed.

“Now why would I do that when I have you right where I want you?” she purred.

He felt the bed dip slightly under her weight and shivered in spite of himself when he felt a hot hand ghost up his leg. It lingered near his groin, then cheekily bypassed his cock to brush over the ridges of his abdomen. His stomach muscles retracted from her delicate touch as though it burned. His cock, bound as it was by the tight ring, bobbed about seeking relief from its torment.

“I’m a master vampire, you bitch, not some soddin’ sex slave,” Spike growled. He tried to pull away from her scalding fingers, hissing when she captured his balls with one hand and gave a firm little squeeze that implied that further attempts to free himself might become very painful for him.

“I know you’re a Master. And not just any Master, but an Aurelius. Do you honestly think I would settle for anything less?” A harsh, strangled noise broke from him as he felt the flutter of what was obviously her tongue against his bleeding wrist. “Mmm, you taste utterly delicious. I knew you would the first moment I saw you,” the woman growled softly.

Spike felt his cock harden even further when she lingered at his wrist, dragging her tongue through the blood that gathered there before closing her succulent mouth around the wound and sucking voraciously.

God, the heat coming off of her in humid waves was going to burn him alive. She leaned over him as she suckled at his injury and the diamond-hard point of an excited nipple as it brushed over his mouth. He fought to ignore the sudden urge to capture it between his lips and give it the seeing to she was yearning for.

“Slayer,” he snapped ferociously, desperate to distract her. “Why don’t you go play these games with someone more your style? Like, say, a human boy?” Spike bit back a moan when she suddenly straddled his hips and ground her swollen labia against him, sweeping up and down his painfully throbbing length. His nostrils flared as the slick moisture of her arousal seeped down his shaft to coat his balls.

“Human’s break too easily,” the slayer complained breathlessly. “This is what I need.”

Spike threw his head back, gritting his teeth when she swiftly rose up and sank down to fill herself with him. The feel of her hot, tight quim around his cock was like nothing he had ever felt before. The sweet cream of her arousal allowed for an easy glide into her soft depths, and his traitorous body responded eagerly to the tight clench of famed Slayer muscles around his turgid cock.

“There’s just something about a Master’s cock that no human toy can compete with.” The Slayer puffed, her muscles straining with the effort to take all of him inside her. “Too bad I can’t let you go and get the whole vamp package going.”

“Let me go and I’ll give you the entire ‘vamp package’,” he snarled.

Her soft huff of mirth wafted over his needlessly panting mouth. “As tempting as that sounds, vampire, I think I’ll wait ‘til I’ve tamed you just a little bit more.”

“You’ll never tame me, you bit—” His defiance was cut off by an endless, strangled moan as she began the steady rise and fall of her hips. His mind cast about for something- anything- that would disguise the affect she had on him. His faltering attempts at indifference lasted until the Slayer’s first, cock-wrenching orgasm. She slammed herself down with a howl, her pelvis grinding into his so hard that he could feel her round, pert ass cheeks press against his balls.

Time lost all meaning for the vampire as he lay beneath the Slayer. She had come so many times on his abused cock that he could feel her juices soaking the sheet beneath him. When she needed a break from fucking him cross-eyed, she amused herself with kissing and licking his quivering body and sucking lustfully on his angry red cock. He was littered with bruises and covered with love bites. His chest burned where her fingernails had dug into his skin.

Spike had given up all thought of escaping from this woman. She did things with her wicked mouth and that amazingly tight pussy that boggled even his jaded mind and left him willing to stay chained to her bed forever while she rode him until he dusted.

He shuddered when the Slayer leaned down over him and gripped his hair in her fist. Jerking his head back, she whispered hotly in his ear, “Do you want to come, vampire?”

Unable to speak, Spike could only nod his head mutely. He felt the slayer reach down behind her to loosen the ring around his cock before she rose above him to slam down herself down on his shaft one last time.

He grunted ferally, wrenching his hips up to meet every downward stroke of hers. The immense relief of his unbound cock, coupled with the harsh, gasping moans that his punishing thrusts forced from her, was simply too much for the insanely aroused vampire. Giving a ferocious howl that rivaled her scream of release, Spike erupted inside the slayer’s hot quim. His eyes rolled back in his head and his entire body quaked as he continued to shoot his cool semen into her willing body.

Spike blinked when the blindfold was suddenly ripped off his eyes and he found himself lost in the hazel eyes of the slayer. He realized her fist was still in his hair when his head was yanked to the side, baring his throat to her. He roared out his second climax as she struck like a small viper and sank her blunt teeth into his neck.

“Slayer,” Spike screamed. “Buffy!”

“Mine,” Buffy growled against his neck. “My Spike. My vampire.”

“Yours,” Spike moaned softly. “Only yours, Slayer.”

Chapter 1

Spike slowly came awake. He realized several things at once. The first was that he was still tied spread eagle to the Slayer’s bed. The second was that the Slayer was talking quietly with another female.

“You’re keeping him.”

“Yeah, I claimed him. He’s all mine. You know he’s important if this is going to work.” The Slayer’s voice was soft and tender. This was a marked difference from her tone of voice earlier.

“I do know that, Buffy. It was my idea in the first place, but you need to know that Kennedy is raising a stink about your newest acquisition,” the other woman said.

Spike could feel feminine eyes raking over his naked body. He was fairly certain if the blond bitch hadn’t fucked him to unconsciousness, he would have reacted to the interested perusal.

“Kennedy is a bitch, Faith” Buffy said. “She thinks she should be the Slayer instead of a wanna be.”

Faith made a sound of disapproval in her throat. “She’s going to come after you, you know?”

“Let her. She won’t get far.”

“What if she kills you?”

Spike opened his eyes just enough to watch the two women. The two women were a contrast in coloring. The vampire held his breath when his mind went to a place where the blond Slayer grabbed the darker girl for a snog before the two of them joined him on the bed where they had their wicked way with him. Spike felt his cock twitch.

“Then you’ll do the smack down before she has the chance to realize that the Slayer line runs through you, not me.” Buffy rose to her feet. She strolled over to the bed where she looked down on the pale, naked vampire stretched out for her pleasure. “Before they all realize.”

It took everything in Spike not to react to learning that there was more than one Slayer. He now knew something that could win him his freedom. He just needed to figure out how to use the knowledge best.

“Personally, I think we should make the little slut a footnote in history, especially if she’s in bed with the Watchers.” Faith joined Buffy at the bedside where her eyes took in the vampire’s pale skinned that was only marred by scratch marks and love bites. “Damn, B. You know how to pick them. If you hadn’t claimed him, I would have.”

Spike could see the sexually charged smirk on the dark-haired Slayer’s voice.

“Yeah, if I had a vamp like that I’d ride him at a gallop until his legs buckled and his eyes rolled up.” Faith snickered. “I’d squeeze him until he popped like warm champagne. He’d beg me to hurt him just a little bit more.”

Spike couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face. He opened his eyes to look up at Faith. “Too late. Buffy beat you to it.” He wasn’t at all thrilled with his circumstances, but he was willing to play along if it meant he could escape and kill the Slayer.

Either of them.

Buffy answered Spike’s leer with one of her own. “Sleeping Beauty awakens.”

“I’m no fairy tale princess, Slayer,” Spike growled. “When I get free I’m gonna kill you. You took my wicked ripe plum from me. Not to mention Angelus and Lawson.”

“I want you to listen to me very carefully, Spike. House Slayer did not kill Drusilla.” Buffy glanced at Faith. “House Watcher killed her while they were capturing Angelus and Lawson.”

Spike snarled. “You lie,” he spat out. “I found their dust alongside Dru’s.” It had been a cold day for Clan Aurelius the day Spike had discovered his family’s dust piles on the floor of their main palace.

“Grab that folder from the drawer there, Faith.” Buffy pointed at the bedside table. “Show him the top picture.”

Faith opened the drawer, and she pulled out a tan folder. Then, she presented the photograph for Spike’s perusal. “That was taken a week ago.”

Spike felt his jaw drop. The picture showed his vampiric kin stretched out on laboratory tables, and they were surrounded by humans in lab coats. The face of the woman directing the lab coats could be very clearly seen. Maybe the Slayers were telling the truth after all. He needed more information on what was going on. Luckily he recognized one of the people in the picture. “That’s the bitch in charge of House Walsh,” he growled. “What the soddin’ hell is she doing to them?”

“The Watchers are letting her test her behavior modification chips on them,” Buffy said softly. She hoped this little kernel of information pushed Spike to help instead of over the edge in rage. Revenge was not what was needed at the moment. “If they work, they plan on capturing all of House Vampire and all of House Slayer to be implanted.”

Spike felt his eyes slip closed. It was obvious to him that what Buffy was telling him was the truth. He couldn’t smell any deception on her body, and her heartbeat was fairly steady. “All of us would be under their control. Bloody fuckin’ wankers.”

“Yeah. Well, not Slayers like that bitch Kennedy, who they’ve turned to their side already without the chips,” Faith muttered.

“What’s this got to do with me, besides being your sex slave?” Spike glared at the blond Slayer who blushed a fiery red.

Buffy closed her eyes. She could get through this, even if her hormones were telling her to kick Faith out of the room and to take her mate again until he was completely compliant. “We need your help uniting the vampire clans within your house. With Drusilla gone, and Angelus captured, you’re the Aurelian leadership.”

“Easier said than done, Slayer,” Spike replied. He pulled against the bindings on his arms. “Vamps aren’t exactly the cooperatin’ type, especially with Slayers.”

“We know that,” Faith said. “There’s no other way. The Watchers want to take control, and we can’t let them.”

“Even if we solidify our power bases together, it’ll take more than just our Houses,” Spike said. He wasn’t thrilled with having to side with his mortal enemies, but the thought of being under House Watcher’s control was abhorrent.

“Six months ago, the head of House Lupus married the high priestess of House Arcane. She is one of our allies. Willow was able to convince Oz that the Watchers wouldn’t stop with just the Slayers and the vampires. They’re going to want to chip the werewolves and magic users, too.” Buffy bit her lip. “We have memos and private communiqués that show House Watcher’s long term goals.”

“They want to take over the world with the help of Clans Wolfram and Hart.” Faith shuffled through the papers in the folder until she got to the one that listed the Watcher’s long term projections. “Luckily there’s one Clan inside House Watcher that has no desire to go along with their plan.”

Buffy nodded. “Clan Giles has secretly been in negotiations with us.”

“How do you know it’s not a trick, Slayer?”

Buffy licked her lips. “Because the head of Clan Giles is my Watcher. He’s also my stepfather.”

 

Originally posted at https://seasonal-spuffy.dreamwidth.org/803616.html