thatotherperv

[NOTE: I have come to the conclusion that this fic is never going to actually be completed. But I’m opting to share the remaining pieces I had written, and explain where the story *would* have gone, because folks expressed interest and I know sometimes that’s all I can ask for if someone decides to abandon a fic. I just want to know where it was *supposed* to go, especially if I couldn’t understand how the thing could end myself.

Sorry for the spammage, but I decided drawing anything out for fb was downright cruel and undeserved given that I wasn’t *actually* completing the fic, haha. *thumps my knuckles with a ruler*]

Title: That Hole in Your Life
Author: Mel (

thatotherperv)
Pairing: Spike/Buffy human AU
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Buffy is the 16-year-old babysitter for Spike and Dru, who have an open marriage. Dru encourages her husband to go after her, and he thinks this is a great idea until things start to go a little wonky.
Warnings: eventually dark, underage sex, increasing levels of kink, and utterly unrealistic demands on Spike’s stamina : ) it will * remain consensual *. I’ll try to mark any special kink warnings on a chapter-by-chapter basis.
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss and ME...alas, alack.
Feedback: please. I need it like plants need….soil. gimme the dirt.
This fic was beta'd by

goddessofmercy, but I didn’t ask her to beta these final not-really-official chapters.

previous parts here

Part 10

His thigh was warm and solid beneath her cheek, and his hand was petting through her hair. The movie droned on in an unnecessary but comforting way.

These were, secretly, her favorite moments with Spike. When Jackson was asleep and Drusilla was working late and she could almost pretend….

Buffy sighed and shifted, not really seeking a more comfortable position so much as trying to burrow deeper into this one. Spike’s fingers trailed down from her hair, knuckles making a passing stroke against the soft hollow of her cheek, to caress her arm. Eventually they tangled aimlessly with her own where her hand was curled against her chest, so that the weight of his arm caged her pleasantly against his thigh, hand cradling hers.

The warm feeling that buzzed in her chest when Spike squeezed her hand woke Buffy from her snuggle-stupor.

She rolled onto her back and stretched out along the sofa, smiling when he looked down at her. “This movie’s kinda boring.”

Spike smirked, eyes laughing at her. “Don’t have to tell me. You’re the one that picked it out.”

“Well, you know,” she flirted. “I changed my mind. Besides, there are much more interesting things we could be doing.”

This time he smiled. His hand, successfully dislodged from hers, slid to brush lightly over her nipple. “Are there?”

“Yeah. And I was thinking we could try something new.”

His hand was warm and soft as it slipped up her belly under her shirt, thumb teasing when it met her bare breast. The way that he focused intently on her—eyes, hands—made her belly coil tight. “And what curiosity’s got the kitten today?”

“Remember when you tied me up?” Buffy arched up into his palm, enjoying the way that his face went lax and hot with the memory and anticipation.

“How could I forget?”

“I was thinking I should return the favor.”

Spike’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he didn’t look opposed to the idea. Even a little intrigued. “Is that so. Want me helpless so you can have your dirty way with me, do you?”

Buffy held his eyes. “Yup.”

A half-smile tugged at Spike’s mouth. “Well alright then.”

~*~*~*~

“You weren’t a Girl Scout, were you?” Spike eyed the knots she was making with startling proficiency. He was seeing a whole new side to the girl lately.

“Maybe,” Buffy teased, leaning across his body just above reach. The soft cloth bound him to the headboard so that there was no give for range of motion. “Why?”

“No reason. Or several. Short little pleated skirts. Those knee-high socks with the little emblem. An education in proper knot-tying, and they come with cookies….”

Buffy laughed. “God, you’re such a dirty old man. You’re totally shameless.”

“That’s me, baby. I’ve always been bad.” Buffy laughed at the cheesiness of his leer, but it only made him grin.

“Well, bad boy, tonight you’re just gonna have to lie there and take it.” She leaned in close against his chest, eyes staying on his playfully as she teased her tongue at his nipple. “Think you can handle that?”

Buffy’s gut clenched as his grin faded out into warm, amused lust. His eyes crinkled up at the corners even as they grew heavy-lidded. “Try me, little girl.”

Buffy twitched an eyebrow at the challenge, and crawled around to settle her clothed body onto his bare one, straddling one thigh as she latched her teeth onto the peaked nipple she’d been teasing. Thought she’d actually managed to look sexy when he moaned softly, arching his chest up into her mouth.

By the time she started thrusting her hips, riding his thigh through the thin material of her panties, Spike was half-hard, cock filling against his thigh. “Buffy….”

She craned up to kiss him, loving the way he pressed up to devour her mouth, making a hungry little growl as he caught her bottom lip between his teeth. He crooked his thigh, snugging it up against her crotch and pressing with his hips to increase the pressure against her clit, riding up to meet the slide of her own hips.

“Fuck, pet. Soaked your panties for me already.” Buffy couldn’t help the little sound of agreement as she swallowed the mumble of his words again, tongue slipping into his mouth to battle aggressively against his as he continued stroking her the only way he was able. When she pulled away, she felt her heart thud at the intense look in Spike’s eyes. “C’mon, Goldilocks. Wanna see my naughty girl ride me.”

Buffy smiled a little foolishly, pink-cheeked as he teased her with the curl of his tongue against his teeth.

“No.”

All the smugness fell from his face, and she smiled wider. “No?”

“No,” she repeated again lightly, straddling his abdomen and grinding down into it as she pulled her top over her head. She waited until his eyes were firmly fixed a foot south of polite. “Who’s in charge here again?”

Blue eyes darted back up to her smirking face. He laughed lightly. “I would guess that would be you.”

“Damn straight, and don’t you forget it.”

“I suspect you won’t let me,” he murmured, focused on her mouth as it dropped back towards his.

They kissed for a long while. Spike always liked making out, which she loved…once she and Angel had started having sex, he hadn’t shown much interest in kissing anymore. Neither had Parker, really. It was all about the main event.

Though just now, Buffy was the one eager to get down to business. Spike did that to her, somehow. Got her eager, even though he tried usually to slow them down. Buffy’s stomach fluttered with nerves and something else as she thought about what she wanted to do with him. She squirmed against him, nipples hardening as they slid along his chest through the lace of her bra. Spike moaned when her hips slid farther down his body, grinding against his cock as she straddled him.

His tip was bumping eagerly against her entrance through her panties. Buffy’s breath quickened and she pulled back to share a breathless look with him as she thrust down against it. She was so ready for him…if she were naked, he would be sliding inside with no guidance.

She sat up and repositioned herself over his shaft, rocking herself in long slides up and down his cock, hips undulating. Felt so good…the cotton of her panties was a little rough, which made her grateful she wasn’t wearing lace down there too. His girth filled in the gap of her spread outer lips, just the right size to stimulate her as she rode him.

Spike was gasping now, muscles straining against his bonds as he thrust his hips up against her. Blue eyes were a little unfocused, eyelids low as he watched her body move, trying to peek up her skirt as she fucked herself against him. Buffy felt good—better, when his eyes flickered up eagerly as she cupped her breasts, twisting her nipples through the material.

She threw her head back and began to move faster, eyes still on him.

“Ohhh god, luv….”

“Don’t come,” she said quickly. She wanted to laugh at the dirty look that earned her, but this was her turn…he’d thank her for his, she hoped.

“Yes, mistress.”

Buffy laughed at the petty snipe, bracing one hand on his abs as she worked herself harder against him, gasping as the edge of his head caught her clit again and again. Spike’s eyes were closed, muscles cording on his neck as he held on by a thread, and when Buffy’s orgasm welled up quick and hard, he swore at the little cries she panted out. Arching up into the clamp of her thighs on his hips.

As the pleasure flooded out of her, she leaned a little bonelessly on her bracing arm, breathing deeply as she ground her pelvis down against his, coming down.

“So…it’s to be torture then, is it?”

Buffy opened her eyes to see Spike looking down at her wryly. He flexed his hips upwards, poking her with his erection.

“Aww poor baby. Are you feeling all neglected?” She pouted her bottom lip out at him. He looked a little put out at her mocking.

“Damn straight I am.” Grumble grumble grumble. It would have been cute if it wasn’t so damn funny. She withheld her laughter, but barely.

Because he changed his whole tune when she slithered down his body and perched over his cock. Moaned, eyes riveted, when she licked a stripe up his shaft.

Buffy wanted to blush a little when she realized why he tasted sweeter than usual, but she licked her lips instead. Hoped it looked sophisticated. “You taste like me.”

Spike stared at her hotly for a split second before his head rolled back on the pillow, moaning. “Oh, god pet.”

His whole body arched and strained when she wrapped her lips around his head and began to suck softly, flickering her tongue in and around the head. Body twitching as if to thrust when she sank down around him again and again, head bobbing and twisting as she stroked the base with a hand.

He began to shudder convulsively as the pleasure built to a peak, groaning and swearing her name. At the last minute, she thought to pull away. “Don’t come yet.”

Spike laughed with a slightly insane edge, a bit desperate. Buffy felt a little smug about that. “Of course not. Why would I do a thing like that?”

When she nipped at his lower belly, his whole body jerked sensitively, tremoring a little as she licked the spot in apology. She rubbed her cheek against his cock, smiling innocently at him when he looked down at her suspiciously.

“You’re a monster.”

“Says the one who made me this way.”

He smirked at that. But when Buffy slid her arms under his thighs, crooking his knees up till his feet were planted on the bed, his eyebrows shot up towards his hair line.

That look made her more nervous.

She used the new openness of his body to distract him—sucked the soft, almost rubbery skin of his sac into her mouth along with one testicle, manipulating it gently as his hips ground down into the attention.

Buffy’s stomach was twisting with nerves. What if he didn’t like it? What if she couldn’t do it right? What if he thought it was…sick, or…wrong? No, Spike wouldn’t freak out like that…she didn’t think. Besides, maybe he’d done it before…it seemed like he’d done everything, at one time or another.

Stalling really wasn’t making her feel less nauseous.

When she sat up, Spike’s eyes followed her, and they crinkled a little with amusement when her hand slid under her skirt and into her panties. Flickering avidly between her face and where she fingered herself. He licked his lips.

“You know, pet, you really shouldn’t have a second go before I’ve had my first. ‘S not really polite.” She smiled thinly at the joke, too apprehensive to laugh. Concern ghosted over his face. “Luv? You alright?”

Buffy nodded, eyes flickering unconsciously down to the small pucker of muscle half-hidden by the position of his body. Once they settled there, she couldn’t look away—couldn’t possibly look back up at his face when his body stiffened in recognition, scared of the look she’d find on his face.

Her fingers were slick when she pulled them away from her body, heart in her throat. She resettled herself, and before she could change her mind, pressed the tip of her index finger against the little rosebud. It didn’t give right away as she sort of expected it to, not even when she pressed a little more. She didn’t want to push too hard…that could hurt him, right? He was always so gentle with her….

All fear of hurting him vanished when she raised her eyes to his. Spike was watching intently, eyes dilated, mouth gaping—looking caught between panting and holding his breath. When she caught his eyes, his tongue darted out to moisten his lips, and his pelvis shifted for her. “You’re alright, kitten.”

After that it was somehow easier to apply a little force, and her finger slid inside as he threw his head back and gasped, ring of muscle clamping down on her finger. The whole channel hugged down on her digit as she rocked it in and out a few times, experimenting.

Buffy began to thrust with a little more purpose, feeling…funny at watching part of her disappear inside part of him. Backwards and intriguing and…naughty. Her lower belly filled with warmth. Deciding that one finger was too small, she withdrew and carefully worked her middle finger inside as well, buoyed when Spike breathed out an encouragement.

Buffy chewed her lip in concentration as she crooked her fingers up towards herself, searching for what she’d read about. When her fingers ghosted over a small spongy bump and his body jerked with a hiss, she returned to it, pressing gently…and as though he were a marionette on strings, his body arched up into the touch quietly, lips parted and eyelids fluttering.

She pulled her fingers out and thrust against it as hard as she dared, and his body bowed off the bed with a curse like he’d been electrocuted.

Wow.

“Oh, Christ, Buffy—”

She laughed softly, relieved that he liked it. She went back to working her fingers in and out, still a little breathless over the fact that she’d really done it. Spike’s hips were rolling into the attention, and his body jerked every time she bumped into his prostate—keeping the stimulation erratic as the site had suggested, semi-regular prodding mixing with slower, concentrated strokes. Spike was cursing like a sailor.

When she began to mouth along the shaft of his cock, licking and sucking as she thrust, Spike bucked hard, and Buffy looked up find heavy blue eyes on her own. His face was soft and lax and…helpless-looking. Helpless was the best word she could put to it. The heat of the concept sliced through her.

His eyes rolled back but returned to her as she sucked on the head, increasing the speed of her fingers until his body was quavering. “Fuck, luv…perfect.” It was involuntary, the way his head rolled on the pillow, entire body straining upward, trying to reach for…something. He tasted strong on her tongue, hips pumping up into her mouth now as she held back far enough that he couldn’t choke her and just let him, controlling his thrusts only with her own. Her in him in her. Her clit was throbbing again.

“’m I allowed to come yet?” he choked out, half laugh, half strangle, and she didn’t even have the heart to tease him.

“Whenever you want.”

“Bloody well need—shit!” Spike’s surly mumbling was cut off abruptly by the suction and the firm, rapid massage against that magic nerve bundle—his orgasm slammed into him like a tangible force, his strangled cry not stopping until his cock was soft and twitching in her mouth as she withdrew her fingers carefully from his over-sensitized body.

He came up from his half-faint laughing, which she should have expected. Idiot always came up laughing when she sucker-punched him. Her echo of the sound came easy.

“Fucking brilliant, you are.” Spike took in the flush of her face with bleary eyes. “Got my pet all hot too, didn’t it sweetheart.”

Buffy didn’t answer so much as kiss.

“Can’t let a good turn like that go unrewarded.” That devil’s tongue curled around his teeth. “Strip off and have a seat, yeah?”

It took her a moment to catch his meaning—she sure as hell knew he wouldn’t be getting hard any time soon. When she got it she blushed, and he laughed, but his eyes followed her as she slipped out of her skirt and panties, making her a little self-conscious as she knee-walked up to—god—straddle his face, and how awkward was that.

She was contemplating whether she was supposed to just…sit, or what, when he turned his head and nipped at her thigh. He laughed when she yelped, hips jerking.

“Gonna have to come a bit closer than that, Goldilocks.” She swore she was going to kill him when he gave a smug and pointed look at her…less than golden curls. “And while you’re at it, be a luv and untie a fellow.”

In retaliation for the dig to her hair color—who was he to talk about dye-jobs—Buffy sat and sat hard, though all that got was a chuckle that vibrated against her pelvis and made her grind against his face breathlessly. The movement allowed him to catch her clit, sucking it with a force that made her gasp and bite her lip.

When his hands yanked against his restraints, she rolled her eyes at him and started to work the knots. At which point Spike flickered his tongue over the trapped bundle of flesh. She swore and he laughed, and it took fucking forever to untie him.

Once his hands were free, though—all games were off. She was so close already, from the teasing and foreplay and illicit thrill of getting him off like that…she was swollen and sensitive, and her hips rocked quickly above him, desperate for that extra friction as his mouth concentrated at her clit. His chin pressed against the dull ache of her empty passage as he groped her, hands kneading her ass as he tried to direct her movement. All of her embarrassment was gone—soaring at the power of the position as her hands gripped the headboard, thighs tensing as she rode him faster, throbbing with the onset of quick hard contractions. Sobbing and thrashing as one of his arms wrapped around her thigh in an embrace as she came apart.

When she was done, he tried to wind her up again, but her body was boneless and she was content as she slipped down to settle against his side. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, hand smoothing lazy along her back. Buffy was nearly asleep when his voice rumbled out of his chest under the cheek.

“Well. That was thoroughly, disappointingly vanilla.”

Helpless laughter spilled out of her until she was wiping at her damp eyes. “God, I was so scared.”

“Shocked the piss out of me, princess. Where’d you learn how to do that?”

“I was doing some uh. Reading. On the internet.”

Spike snorted a chuckle out his nose. “Well you’re welcome to my office any time you like. I encourage the education of today’s youth.”

Part 11