Spike’s Needs
Five different sirings.

Rating: R to be on the safe side of lusty thoughts. LOL
Pairings: Since there are 5 drabbles there are 5 pairings. Spike/Buffy, Spike/Joyce(paternal way), Spike/Giles, Spike/Xander, and Spike/Willow

Disclaimer: It’s all Joss Whedon’s and Mutant Enemy. I only own the plot.
Summary: Five different turnings of five different Btvs characters.

A/N Written for the Fang Fetish and Darker Spike challenge in which a vampire from BTVS or ATS vamps the same character in different ways or five different characters in different ways. Thank you Spikelovesbite for the quick beta, especially with a migraine. Love ya, sweetie!

Her eyes were dead. They showed only the pain of existing, nothing of the happiness she’d once had. Sitting beside him she talked, cried of heaven lost. Beneath him she screamed her orgasmic bliss, but the eyes were still empty with the longing of lost peace. Finally, she bared that beautiful column of sweat-slicked perfection, begging him silently for what only he could offer her. Peace.

Unable to deny her, he gave her what she wanted as his sharp, deadly fangs sank into her pliant flesh.

He knew it would only be a demon wearing her body as her soul was released once more to the love she was ripped from. Undaunted, he sliced through his wrist and succumbed to the only hope he could ever have, crying softly as she supped his gift.

Finding her on the floor barely conscious, Spike began to panic. He felt the bile rise in his throat and in his mind it was his own mum lying there, coughing up blood. He could smell it.

Death.

It was coming for Joyce, and soon.

No time to think. Teeth slid gently into skin and he drank, slicing his wrist for her to live. He saw his mother taunting him cruelly, but forced the image away as he remembered his master vampire status. Even if Joyce came back as his mother had, he could train her to be the doting parental figure he’d loved and lost.

Giles thought him impotent. Chained him up in a bathtub and treated him as insignificant. He was a master! To show such disrespect could lead to only one conclusion in the vampire’s mind.

Punishment.

He knew the watcher wasn’t as pure and perfect as he pretended to be. He could smell the dark need on the man as the shackles were locked in place around his wrists.

After testing his technological boundaries, he knew within a few days that the revolting chip those soldiers had shoved into his brain only registered if it sensed the intent to do harm.

Shutting down all thoughts of hatred, anger, or destruction, Spike lured his prey in. It was ridiculously easy, and soon he was sipping the divine blood Giles presented freely in his lustful desire. A satisfied smirk curved his bloodied lips as he offered his own chilled life to the dying man in his arms.

The boy, however, looked to be a tasty treat for his suddenly grumbling stomach. He forgot all about having the little witch do the love spell for him. Prowling across the bed, Spike leaned in, sensually licking the pounding pulse of the boy’s neck.

With a lustful moan from the awakening teen, Spike sank his razor sharp teeth into flesh. He groaned with pleasure as Xander’s hips thrust upwards, seeking and rubbing against the vampire’s hardening cock. Images of tight heat sheathing him in blissful abandon filled Spike’s mind as he slit his wrist with one claw-like nail and gave it over to the mouth eager to receive it.

She was a cute little bird, even with her tacky, mismatched clothing. Her shyness reminded him of William before Drusilla’s sweet kiss of death gave him the strength and courage he’d lacked. Just looking at her now, sobbing and cringing away from the broken bottle he threatened her with made him hard. Made him want to show her the leather and death that lurked under the surface of the little waif wearing the fuzzy pink number with the lilac underneath.

The unconscious boy would make a great first meal for what his demon screamed would be a perfect childe.

Dropping the jagged bottle, he reached out, grabbing the back of her neck and drawing her close. He spoke softly of the devotion and love he’d bestow upon her if only she agreed to be his. At her trembling nod of agreement he struck, tearing into her flesh and creating the one being who would always be with him.