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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.]
Part 11
[I never wrote the beginning of this chapter. Somehow, they end up in the master bedroom, and she’s poking through his stuff]
“Eww. You have porn in here!”
Spike smirked. “Well, yeah.”
“That’s dirty.”
“I’m pretty sure we’ve established that I’m a dirty sort of bloke. And you’d better get used to the idea, because you’ll be hard pressed to find a man who hasn’t owned porn at some point in his life. I just happen to have a wife that didn’t care to domesticate me out of it.”
“Still. They’re so skeezy.”
“Have you ever seen one?”
“No! God. Gross.”
Spike laughed. “Well then you don’t know.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Some of them are quite tastefully done, you know.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and laughed. “Oh yeah, I’m sure they’re real art. Ahead of their time.”
Spike shrugged. “They serve their purpose.”
“Whatever. Horndog. I don’t get it. You have a real wife, who you can have any time you want. And you have me. Do you seriously need to jack off to…oh my god, do you seriously have Debbie Does Dallas? I thought that was a joke.”
Spike actually looked offended. “It’s a classic! And granted, they haven’t gotten much use of late, but I rarely wank off to them, because I rarely watch them alone.”
Buffy stared at him. She forced herself to shove aside any weirdness about talking about Spike and Dru’s sex life. Because that so didn’t matter to her anymore…since she and Spike were just fucking. Nothing more. Obviously he had sex with his wife. She so didn’t care.
It was just the idea of them watching porn together that weirded her out.
“You and Dru….”
He held her eyes smugly. “Yup.”
Buffy’s eyes returned to the row of sleezy titles as she thought about that. She jolted a little nervously when she felt Spike’s warm breath on the back of her neck. His arms slipped around her waist, petting her tummy as he laid a kiss against her ear.
Sometimes he really did have the voice of the devil. “Wanna watch one?”
~*~*~*~
Spike settled himself back against Buffy’s headboard as she loaded the disc into the dvd player and fiddled with the television, face beet red. Picking out a movie had been fun. He’d forced her to make the choice, under his advisement. If he was going to introduce her to pornography, it was going to be something that would get her all hot and bothered. Damned if he was going to be the only one to get worked up, or he would have to have a wank.
Besides, it was too much fun to see Buffy turn an interesting shade of fuchsia when she’d finally picked out a film in which a USO girl entertained a whole barrack. Seemed the girl was a bit wet for men in uniform.
She was a kinky little thing, when it came right down to it.
Buffy settled herself onto her stomach with her bare legs stretched back towards Spike. When he tickled her foot she kicked him and gave him a prim insulted glare that made him grin.
Then the film started, and Buffy scoffed at the horrifically bad dialogue. “Oh please, who says that? What a ho-bag, anyway. What woman wants to do all those guys?”
Spike didn’t even have to hide his grin, since her eyes were still glued to the television. “Who, indeed. You know, people generally pick pornography that fits in with their own personal fantasies.” He waited a beat. “You did pick the movie.”
She shot him a dirty look over her shoulder. “Are you calling me a slut?”
“Course not, kitten,” he soothed, and smiled wickedly when she looked somewhat appeased. “Just saying you’re a kinky little harlot.”
“Heyyy!” she cried out, indignant, and lobbed a foot startlingly close to his crotch. His only comfort was that she could have only missed on purpose. She laughed, pleased that she’d made him panic, and he smiled at the sound.
Buffy turned back to the television, cheeks a bit pink. “You know I wouldn’t ever do it…. It’s just….”
“Thinking about it makes you hot,” he finished for her, massaging her smooth calf. She nodded without looking at him. “See, you’re getting the point of the stuff already.”
They fell silent as things started heating up on screen. Bloody hell, this was a good one. Spike liked it because the girl was quite…enthusiastic about taking on ten blokes in their camis. She was either a remarkably good actress for her industry, or she really got off on it. He wasn’t sure which sounded more unlikely, but he didn’t particularly care. Got him hard as nails every time.
Though to be honest, he was paying more attention to the girl beside him on the bed. Buffy held herself stiff at first, ears pink with embarrassment, but when he didn’t make fun, or draw any attention to her at all, she relaxed a bit. Relaxed and then later still, began to fidget, breathing a bit harder with her eyes glued to the screen. The actress in the film was servicing two blokes while the rest waited in line, all eyes on her. Buffy’s legs shifted restlessly, her body uncomfortable with its arousal, seeking its own stimulation. Spike wondered if she’d be touching herself if he wasn’t here.
Wondered if she’d start, if he lay in wait long enough. He thought she would…slide her little hand into her panties and—
Unfortunately, Spike was bloody horny himself, and didn’t have enough patience to see that theory through. Buffy was engrossed enough in the on-screen action that she didn’t notice him moving until he settled his weight on top of her, causing her to jump a little in surprise. He molded himself to her back heavily, forearms bracing alongside hers on the mattress, touching her top to toe.
She was so hot for it already that her ass rubbed back into his crotch when he nibbled at her ear. Spike moaned and stroked himself against her shorts, breathing heavily as he worshipped her neck and ear and the tilted-up side of her face with his mouth. Buffy met the rotations of his hips, biting her lip. Receptive little kitten in heat, and she was all his.
Spike’s hand slipped between her body and the mattress to cup her breast. When he pinched her nipple she cried out, body jerking against his. Spike let out a dirty chuckle. “Yeah, pet, now you’re gettin’ it. Makes you just wanna be dirty, doesn’t it?”
He scraped his teeth over her bare shoulder as his hand descended to her shorts. He pulled a little whimper from her when he only brushed his hand lightly over the crotch. Buffy ground herself back against him and he groaned.
“Oh, bloody hell, luv. Naughty little girl. You’re all wet and swollen from thinking about it, aren’t you? All those strapping young lads, pounding away at you.” He finally gave in, using the hard seam of the jean material to rub against her clit. Buffy’s arms collapsed out from under her and she moaned into the mattress, arching back against his hard cock as he played with her. “Got stamina, my girl does. You’d give them all a run for their money. They’d all be wanting you.”
Buffy shouted out a rude protest when he got up and moved away, leaving her on the verge of coming.
“But they’re not here, are they, luv? I’ll have to be enough for you, all by my lonesome.” He teased her with skimming fingers as he slid her shorts off, her body trembling with readiness. “Here, pet, sit up and get your top off.”
Spike pulled his own clothing off and quickly rolled on a condom. Couldn’t wait to be in her. When Buffy started to turn towards him, he gently nudged her back onto her elbows and knees.
“You’ll wanna face this way, kitten, or you’ll miss the best part.”
Buffy had clearly forgotten about the movie, so when she turned back to the screen, her eyes widened and she blurted “Oh, god!” Little miss USO was sandwiched between two men, stuffed full. She lay back to chest on top of one bloke who held steady and enjoyed the tight tunnel of her arse while the soldier standing over them fucked her cunt enthusiastically.
Buffy was gaping at the film, flushed all the way down her neck. When Spike brushed one fingertip lightly over the pucker of her upturned ass, the breath snagged in her chest and she listed backwards, eyelids too heavy to open. Spike smirked as he hauled her hips back and up, plunging into her eager slickness. Buffy shouted and arched her back. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that.”
When he didn’t give it to her as hard and fast as the soldiers on the telly, she tried to force the issue. Urge him faster, or rougher, by arching herself back into him desperately. And Christ knew that was a turn-on but she made him want to be contrary, so instead he dropped his weight onto her, pressing her flat onto her belly. The shift made her close more snuggly around him, and he groaned, pushing as far inside as he could manage and panting against her shoulder. When he rotated his hips against her in a slow grind, her muscles clamped onto his cock.
“Spike,” she begged, hand reaching back to curl into his hair. He perversely refused to satisfy either of them, continuing the grinding tease-fuck until they were both sweating. She was even more overstimulated than he was, and when he stroked a finger over her clit too lightly to set her off, she bloody well nearly tore his hair out. All it took was a few direct strokes to shatter her to bits, her cries eclipsing any of the staged grunting that might have filtered through to his brain as he clawed himself away from the edge of coming.
Spike sat back against his heels, hauling her up with him before she came all the way off the peak so that she was nestled onto his lap, thighs stretched wide outside his own, weight burying him deep. Her torso was held back against his by his arms wrapped around her, because at the moment the girl was rather boneless.
“You still with me, kitten?”
Buffy huffed out a laugh and nodded, rocking her hips against his with the little leverage the position afforded. He moaned and sucked on the salt of her neck, thinking he must be a masochist for this, when all he wanted was to thrust deep. Spike was dimly aware of the General arriving on-screen as they began to rock together more frantically, Buffy making languid, seeking noises as he plucked at her nipples and her clit.
He was working her up to another longer, deeper orgasm when she grew impatient with the position and surprised him by shifting forward to work herself back onto his cock, hard and fast. He swore at the sudden change but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining, not about the feel of her fucking herself onto him quick and deep, not about the wanton visual. Her lips were parted to release her soft grunts, face slack with surprised pleasure over the angle.
And dear, sweet god, he loved her bum.
His fingers were already slick with her natural lubrication and it wasn’t too difficult to work the one inside, thrusting it gently against the ring of muscle. She moaned his name as she tensed and started to fuck him faster, and when she clamped down on both his cock and his finger, Spike let go of the thread he’d been clinging to and plummeted a long, blissful way back to earth.
There was no collapsing in a heap afterwards. They stayed frozen as they were, panting, until Spike gingerly eased them apart and lowered himself onto the bed, feeling old and creaky in all his joints. The only thing that saved his vanity is that Buffy was moving in the same slow, pained way. The movie had run out and as they caught their breath in silence, Spike tried to figure out what the bloody hell he could say to that.
But Buffy beat him to it by mumbling something incoherently into the mattress.
“What was that, luv?”
Still dazed, she turned her face towards him. “I think…I understand the point of porn now.”
Spike began to laugh heartily at the earnestness of her revelation, and before long, she was giggling along with him until they were both in a fit. When it died down, leaving them both limp and relaxed at last, he nuzzled in for an unhurried kiss.
They pulled apart and he laughed a little more, punchy. “Glad you saw the light.”
Part 12
Part 11
[I never wrote the beginning of this chapter. Somehow, they end up in the master bedroom, and she’s poking through his stuff]
“Eww. You have porn in here!”
Spike smirked. “Well, yeah.”
“That’s dirty.”
“I’m pretty sure we’ve established that I’m a dirty sort of bloke. And you’d better get used to the idea, because you’ll be hard pressed to find a man who hasn’t owned porn at some point in his life. I just happen to have a wife that didn’t care to domesticate me out of it.”
“Still. They’re so skeezy.”
“Have you ever seen one?”
“No! God. Gross.”
Spike laughed. “Well then you don’t know.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Some of them are quite tastefully done, you know.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and laughed. “Oh yeah, I’m sure they’re real art. Ahead of their time.”
Spike shrugged. “They serve their purpose.”
“Whatever. Horndog. I don’t get it. You have a real wife, who you can have any time you want. And you have me. Do you seriously need to jack off to…oh my god, do you seriously have Debbie Does Dallas? I thought that was a joke.”
Spike actually looked offended. “It’s a classic! And granted, they haven’t gotten much use of late, but I rarely wank off to them, because I rarely watch them alone.”
Buffy stared at him. She forced herself to shove aside any weirdness about talking about Spike and Dru’s sex life. Because that so didn’t matter to her anymore…since she and Spike were just fucking. Nothing more. Obviously he had sex with his wife. She so didn’t care.
It was just the idea of them watching porn together that weirded her out.
“You and Dru….”
He held her eyes smugly. “Yup.”
Buffy’s eyes returned to the row of sleezy titles as she thought about that. She jolted a little nervously when she felt Spike’s warm breath on the back of her neck. His arms slipped around her waist, petting her tummy as he laid a kiss against her ear.
Sometimes he really did have the voice of the devil. “Wanna watch one?”
~*~*~*~
Spike settled himself back against Buffy’s headboard as she loaded the disc into the dvd player and fiddled with the television, face beet red. Picking out a movie had been fun. He’d forced her to make the choice, under his advisement. If he was going to introduce her to pornography, it was going to be something that would get her all hot and bothered. Damned if he was going to be the only one to get worked up, or he would have to have a wank.
Besides, it was too much fun to see Buffy turn an interesting shade of fuchsia when she’d finally picked out a film in which a USO girl entertained a whole barrack. Seemed the girl was a bit wet for men in uniform.
She was a kinky little thing, when it came right down to it.
Buffy settled herself onto her stomach with her bare legs stretched back towards Spike. When he tickled her foot she kicked him and gave him a prim insulted glare that made him grin.
Then the film started, and Buffy scoffed at the horrifically bad dialogue. “Oh please, who says that? What a ho-bag, anyway. What woman wants to do all those guys?”
Spike didn’t even have to hide his grin, since her eyes were still glued to the television. “Who, indeed. You know, people generally pick pornography that fits in with their own personal fantasies.” He waited a beat. “You did pick the movie.”
She shot him a dirty look over her shoulder. “Are you calling me a slut?”
“Course not, kitten,” he soothed, and smiled wickedly when she looked somewhat appeased. “Just saying you’re a kinky little harlot.”
“Heyyy!” she cried out, indignant, and lobbed a foot startlingly close to his crotch. His only comfort was that she could have only missed on purpose. She laughed, pleased that she’d made him panic, and he smiled at the sound.
Buffy turned back to the television, cheeks a bit pink. “You know I wouldn’t ever do it…. It’s just….”
“Thinking about it makes you hot,” he finished for her, massaging her smooth calf. She nodded without looking at him. “See, you’re getting the point of the stuff already.”
They fell silent as things started heating up on screen. Bloody hell, this was a good one. Spike liked it because the girl was quite…enthusiastic about taking on ten blokes in their camis. She was either a remarkably good actress for her industry, or she really got off on it. He wasn’t sure which sounded more unlikely, but he didn’t particularly care. Got him hard as nails every time.
Though to be honest, he was paying more attention to the girl beside him on the bed. Buffy held herself stiff at first, ears pink with embarrassment, but when he didn’t make fun, or draw any attention to her at all, she relaxed a bit. Relaxed and then later still, began to fidget, breathing a bit harder with her eyes glued to the screen. The actress in the film was servicing two blokes while the rest waited in line, all eyes on her. Buffy’s legs shifted restlessly, her body uncomfortable with its arousal, seeking its own stimulation. Spike wondered if she’d be touching herself if he wasn’t here.
Wondered if she’d start, if he lay in wait long enough. He thought she would…slide her little hand into her panties and—
Unfortunately, Spike was bloody horny himself, and didn’t have enough patience to see that theory through. Buffy was engrossed enough in the on-screen action that she didn’t notice him moving until he settled his weight on top of her, causing her to jump a little in surprise. He molded himself to her back heavily, forearms bracing alongside hers on the mattress, touching her top to toe.
She was so hot for it already that her ass rubbed back into his crotch when he nibbled at her ear. Spike moaned and stroked himself against her shorts, breathing heavily as he worshipped her neck and ear and the tilted-up side of her face with his mouth. Buffy met the rotations of his hips, biting her lip. Receptive little kitten in heat, and she was all his.
Spike’s hand slipped between her body and the mattress to cup her breast. When he pinched her nipple she cried out, body jerking against his. Spike let out a dirty chuckle. “Yeah, pet, now you’re gettin’ it. Makes you just wanna be dirty, doesn’t it?”
He scraped his teeth over her bare shoulder as his hand descended to her shorts. He pulled a little whimper from her when he only brushed his hand lightly over the crotch. Buffy ground herself back against him and he groaned.
“Oh, bloody hell, luv. Naughty little girl. You’re all wet and swollen from thinking about it, aren’t you? All those strapping young lads, pounding away at you.” He finally gave in, using the hard seam of the jean material to rub against her clit. Buffy’s arms collapsed out from under her and she moaned into the mattress, arching back against his hard cock as he played with her. “Got stamina, my girl does. You’d give them all a run for their money. They’d all be wanting you.”
Buffy shouted out a rude protest when he got up and moved away, leaving her on the verge of coming.
“But they’re not here, are they, luv? I’ll have to be enough for you, all by my lonesome.” He teased her with skimming fingers as he slid her shorts off, her body trembling with readiness. “Here, pet, sit up and get your top off.”
Spike pulled his own clothing off and quickly rolled on a condom. Couldn’t wait to be in her. When Buffy started to turn towards him, he gently nudged her back onto her elbows and knees.
“You’ll wanna face this way, kitten, or you’ll miss the best part.”
Buffy had clearly forgotten about the movie, so when she turned back to the screen, her eyes widened and she blurted “Oh, god!” Little miss USO was sandwiched between two men, stuffed full. She lay back to chest on top of one bloke who held steady and enjoyed the tight tunnel of her arse while the soldier standing over them fucked her cunt enthusiastically.
Buffy was gaping at the film, flushed all the way down her neck. When Spike brushed one fingertip lightly over the pucker of her upturned ass, the breath snagged in her chest and she listed backwards, eyelids too heavy to open. Spike smirked as he hauled her hips back and up, plunging into her eager slickness. Buffy shouted and arched her back. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that.”
When he didn’t give it to her as hard and fast as the soldiers on the telly, she tried to force the issue. Urge him faster, or rougher, by arching herself back into him desperately. And Christ knew that was a turn-on but she made him want to be contrary, so instead he dropped his weight onto her, pressing her flat onto her belly. The shift made her close more snuggly around him, and he groaned, pushing as far inside as he could manage and panting against her shoulder. When he rotated his hips against her in a slow grind, her muscles clamped onto his cock.
“Spike,” she begged, hand reaching back to curl into his hair. He perversely refused to satisfy either of them, continuing the grinding tease-fuck until they were both sweating. She was even more overstimulated than he was, and when he stroked a finger over her clit too lightly to set her off, she bloody well nearly tore his hair out. All it took was a few direct strokes to shatter her to bits, her cries eclipsing any of the staged grunting that might have filtered through to his brain as he clawed himself away from the edge of coming.
Spike sat back against his heels, hauling her up with him before she came all the way off the peak so that she was nestled onto his lap, thighs stretched wide outside his own, weight burying him deep. Her torso was held back against his by his arms wrapped around her, because at the moment the girl was rather boneless.
“You still with me, kitten?”
Buffy huffed out a laugh and nodded, rocking her hips against his with the little leverage the position afforded. He moaned and sucked on the salt of her neck, thinking he must be a masochist for this, when all he wanted was to thrust deep. Spike was dimly aware of the General arriving on-screen as they began to rock together more frantically, Buffy making languid, seeking noises as he plucked at her nipples and her clit.
He was working her up to another longer, deeper orgasm when she grew impatient with the position and surprised him by shifting forward to work herself back onto his cock, hard and fast. He swore at the sudden change but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining, not about the feel of her fucking herself onto him quick and deep, not about the wanton visual. Her lips were parted to release her soft grunts, face slack with surprised pleasure over the angle.
And dear, sweet god, he loved her bum.
His fingers were already slick with her natural lubrication and it wasn’t too difficult to work the one inside, thrusting it gently against the ring of muscle. She moaned his name as she tensed and started to fuck him faster, and when she clamped down on both his cock and his finger, Spike let go of the thread he’d been clinging to and plummeted a long, blissful way back to earth.
There was no collapsing in a heap afterwards. They stayed frozen as they were, panting, until Spike gingerly eased them apart and lowered himself onto the bed, feeling old and creaky in all his joints. The only thing that saved his vanity is that Buffy was moving in the same slow, pained way. The movie had run out and as they caught their breath in silence, Spike tried to figure out what the bloody hell he could say to that.
But Buffy beat him to it by mumbling something incoherently into the mattress.
“What was that, luv?”
Still dazed, she turned her face towards him. “I think…I understand the point of porn now.”
Spike began to laugh heartily at the earnestness of her revelation, and before long, she was giggling along with him until they were both in a fit. When it died down, leaving them both limp and relaxed at last, he nuzzled in for an unhurried kiss.
They pulled apart and he laughed a little more, punchy. “Glad you saw the light.”
Part 12
