dragonyphoenix

Author: LAsh
Title: How My Love's Song Gently Cries
Series Index: Leaping In The Dark
Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating: R / Adult Content.
Concrit: Please, In Comments
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings/Squicks: Non-con, Sex near a corpse, Sex and blood, Death of a secondary character
Summary: “Between soldier boys and the Slayer, getting a mite uncomfortable around here. What do you say to a road trip?” he smiled at Willow. She returned his smile with a look of horror, which only made his smile wider. “Don't worry pet. I'm not going to kill you, not yet anyway. Just ate. Saving you for a snack."

Spike ordered Willow to let her hair grow, loving the look and feel of it, how the light shimmered off of it in thousands of different shades as he twirled his fingers through it. It had grown two inches by the night that Spike carried Willow the few steps to the couch that he'd added to the room, settled down with her, and, mesmerized by the beauty of her hair, whispered, before Willow had a chance to start in on her usual little love-words, “She walks in beauty like the night.”

“Of cloudless climes and starry skies,” Willow continued when Spike didn't.

He gazed at her in amazement as she finished the poem. “Didn't realize you were a fan of Byron, or even poetry for that matter,” he said.

He didn't hear Willow's babbled response about school over his own thoughts. Willow likes poetry, the same poetry I, William, loved. She really must be meant for me. “You really do love me, don't you?” he asked, awe plain in his voice. “You'll never leave me, not like the others, right luv?”

After a moment's hesitation, which Spike didn't let himself notice, Willow started babbling, “Of course I'll never leave you. Where would I ever want to go, where you were not? How could I live, if you weren't by my side?” Spike fell asleep, more contented than he'd been since Drusilla first left him, to Willow's babbling words.

He bought her books after that, mostly things William had liked at first but then expanded the collection to things he started appreciating as they read to each other every day.

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“Oh my love,” he said, admiring Willow as he walked in with a new movie. Willow stood, as always when he returned, at the foot of their bed. He gave her a lascivious grin. “Your new toys should be healed well enough to start playing with by now.” By that time, Willow knew when to undress and Spike stared as she took off her clothes, still excited by how shy she always looked when she stood naked before him, with that uncertain curve to her body.

“Open wide.” With an uncertain look for Spike's new game, Willow opened her mouth. “Wider. That's it,” he said, popping a ball gag, that stretched her wide open, in. “Looks uncomfortable pet. Is it?”

Willow gave a jerk of a nod in response.

“Good,” Spike kissed into her neck as he rubbed himself against her. When Willow started responding in kind he stepped back. “Ah ah ah,” he admonished. “Want to play with your new toy first,” he added, flicking a finger over one of the nipple rings he'd pierced on her the week before. Taking out a y-chain, he clipped two of it's ends to the two nipple rings, before tugging her to him, her scream of pain muffled by the gag, with the third end. At the scent of Willow's lust, he asked, “Like that, do you? Let's just check.” Placing to fingers into her cunt, he added, “Oh, my sweet darling, all wet, just for me. Got you trained to a right trick, don't I?”

Willow followed with alacrity as he tugged on her chain, drawing her to the couch. He set up the movie and then sat her across his lap. Spike looked at Willow as much as at the tv during the first two segments of the movie, enjoying her occasional grimace of pleasure/pain as he tugged at her chain, more gently than before, not wanting her to come, but hard enough to leave her unfulfilled, her body screaming for release. Willow's eyes never left the screen during the course of the movie; they jumped shut occasionally from the pain, but Willow never looked towards Spike while she had an excuse to look elsewhere. Sometime during the second segment, he murmured, “Goose bumps. Are you cold dearest?” and draped a blanket, from the back of the couch, over her lower torso and legs, still allowing himself access to any part of her he wanted to play with but trying to keep her warm at the same time.

As the third segment started, his eyes glued themselves to the screen as he stopped his loving torment and hugged Willow to him. “This bit here is why Trilogy of Terror is the best movie ever made,” he said while the voodoo doll attacked Karen Black in her apartment.

As the movie ended, Spike laid Willow down on the floor. While the carpet wasn't comfortable, it was nothing to the other tortures he made Willow endure. Close to coming himself, from the excitement of the hunting scenes, he tore off his pants but gently eased himself into Willow, before taking the end of her chain into his mouth and tugging on it, causing her to wince, each time he thrust into her until he was ready.

They both came as he bit down into her neck.

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Spike had moved Willow to another suite, to protect her fragile lungs, while he took a sledgehammer to the walls of their current home and made a doorway to the adjoining set of rooms. After a couple of days, once he was sure the dust had settled enough, he brought her back while a human contractor, someone he'd engaged through another demon, came in to finish off the doorway.

Spike wondered, as he helped with the work, if the man cared why he wanted a doorway in an abandoned building although his home obviously wasn't abandoned. He also saw the carpenter check out, and even wink at, Willow when he thought Spike wasn't looking. She paled in response and stayed as far away from the man as possible, although she remained in the main room as Spike had commanded. A gentle smile curved his lips as Spike thought about his intelligent and beautiful girl. He was certain she knew what he intended for the contractor.

When the doorway was finished to his liking, Spike cut into the man's arm, not deeply but more like a paper cut that would burn with the sweat of his labor, with a sharp fingernail. Shouting, the man looked up but his fury changed to fear when Spike shed his human face. Frantically, he pulled on the door to the room, which, of course, wouldn't open for anyone but Spike.

“Shouldn't have been looking at my girl,” he smirked, as if he hadn't already planned to kill the man, while he slowly removed his pants. He'd decided to christen the room, not in the manner the man obviously thought, given that he had his redheaded darling for that, but with blood, which he didn't want to get on his clothes.

He dragged the man's death out until the room was painted in blood. He turned back towards the doorway, inhaling the exquisite scent of his Willow's terror. As he stepped into the doorway, he licked his lips and shifted into a seductive pose, saying “Come to me love.”

Just as she was about to step into his arms, he stopped with with a raised hand. “Perhaps you should remove your clothes first. Don't want them all soiled, now do we?”

After she'd undressed, he led her into the room and laid himself down on the floor, not three feet from the corpse. Willow's eyes were wide but she didn't hesitate to slip herself onto him, causing him to gasp and almost come in pleasure. “Gently, love. Want to make this last, I do.” Seeing how much he was trembling, Willow reached down and squeezed his balls. “Yesss. Perfect,” he responded as he focused on her again. Looking up to where her hair had fallen before her face, Spike reached up to brush it back, leaving a smear of blood across her cheek. He twitched inside of her at the sight of the red blood against her pale skin. “Oh, I never thought how beautiful you'd look, covered in blood,” he said as he splatted his hands down onto the blood covered carpet. He brushed his hands across Willow's breast and torso, smearing them with blood. Willow's shudder of disgust was lost as Spike pulled her to him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he came into her.

Releasing her from the kiss, Spike gasped, “Luv, that was bloody brilliant,” and added, with a wicked smile, “pun intended.”

Rolling her over onto her back, Spike continued to paint Willow with blood, swirling around her breasts and belly, streaking it down her torso and legs, driven by some artistic consideration that wasn't evident to her. She was covered in blood from the neck down, with patterns she wouldn't have been able to decipher even if she had been able to see them, on her face, when Spike, struck by inspiration, stood her up.

He cut into the corpse, which made some sort of hideous gurgling sound as he pulled out its intestines. As he started draping them around Willow, she shuddered. “Shh, pet,” he said, brushing her blood soaked hair in a calming motion. “You look exquisite.”

He started licking blood off her chest, just below her neck. As he worked his way down, licking her skin clean as he went, blood dripped off of the intestines, creating rivulets that descended down, dark red against her pale skin. With eager, sweeping licks across her breasts, he added, “I've never tasted anything so sweet. Should lick all my kills off of your skin; my own personal chalice, you are.”

With a look of horror, that she took care to keep from Spike, Willow replied, “But wouldn't that spoil it?” Spike paused and gave her a puzzled look. “If you did it all the time, I mean,” she added, turning her face towards his.

“You're right,” Spike replied, leaning in to kiss her with blood still on his lips. Between kisses he added, “Should save it for special occasions.” He leaned back, gazing at Willow in wonder. “You're so thoughtful, always thinking of how to please me. How did I ever get to be so lucky?”

He kissed her again and nibbled his way along her jaw. As he started licking blood from her throat, Willow bit her lips, to keep from screaming, and clenched her eyes shut. Tears welled at the corners but did not fall.

Spike knelt before Willow, lapping up blood and come from her slit. After a few licks he leaned back to gaze at her adoringly. “Oh pet. What I said before? That was nothing. Blood mixed with your come? I never want to eat anything else, ever again.” As he leaned back in and flicked his tongue across her clit, even though she wasn't in physical pain, Willow came, her mind screaming, finally tortured beyond endurance.

As Spike stood, obviously pleased by Willow's reaction to his attentions, her eyes darted, wildly, around the blood covered room. “Shh. Don't worry, pet. You can clean it all up tomorrow while I'm out choosing appliances. Was going to be a surprise but I'm making a kitchen for you here, so you can cook your own food. It'll be nice and homelike, just like a normal, human family for you. All this fast food I've been bringing home for you can't be as good as home cooked meals. I want you to have everything you need.” Gazing around, not seeing the blood and gore, but instead the kitchen he was planning to put in, he added, “How about a hot tub next to this? Got a whole hallway of rooms to play with.” With a leer, he continued with, “And we'll get to christen them, just like we did this one.”

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