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10 July 2007 @ 01:36 am
Drive it Home - (One-shot)  
Title: Drive it Home
Author: ClawofCat
Timing: Season 5
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Warnings: Sexual content, bondage, non-con, some torture, violence
Summary: Set immediately after “Crush.” Buffy, livid over Spike’s behavior, decides that she has to teach him a lesson once and for all. Hoping to knock some sense into him, they confront each other in his crypt. But will Spike bend to her will?
 
A/N: This ficlet was written for the delightful dreamsofspike’s birthday based on a plot!bunny of her choice. Now, for a limited time only, see ClawofCat write dom!Buffy, sub!Spike and ’lil bit of torture. Doing this was definitely different, but I hope it pleases.

This was a tricky beast for me, so many thanks to my wonderful beta, Eowyn315.
 
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. No profit is gained from my writerly endeavors and no copyright infringement is intended.
 
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It was gone. Just like that, a snap of her fingers, a few murmured Latin phrases, and the access he had to her home was gone. She hadn’t revoked his invitation after their confrontation with Angelus, or even after he came at her with the shotgun earlier that year. But when he confessed his love for her, she had, the bloody bitch.
 
Now, hanging slightly suspended off the ground, Spike considered that perhaps pursuing her up to the landing outside her bedroom to continue his entreaties hadn’t been the wisest choice after all. His eyes fluttered opened as he regained his footing to see Buffy’s retreating form moving toward the ladder that led to the crypt upstairs. He glanced up at the chains that held his arms and internally grinned.
 
“Looks like someone wants to play after all,” Spike said, calling after her. “Would have come willingly. All you had to do was ask.”
 
Buffy paused and stiffly turned around to face him. Apparently, hurling her curling iron at his temple, followed by his fall to the yard below, had not been enough to dissuade him.
 
“I was really hoping you’d be out long enough so that I could make a hasty retreat,” she said. “Most people would get the picture that they’re not wanted.”
 
Not wanted. She knew something about that. She fleetingly thought of Riley’s betrayal, his rapid departure from her life. Her feelings of inadequacy had been thoroughly stirred when faced with the reality that she hadn’t been enough, hadn’t given enough. Looking at Spike now, all leers and cocky swagger, anger reddened her cheeks. How could he love her? How could he unrelentingly pursue her? What about her attracted vamps, but drove the nice guys away?  
 
“Gonna leave me all strung up and by my lonesome, then?” Spike asked with a chuckle of amusement. “Been a while, but I always did have a lot of staying power.”
 
Buffy gaped at him, at his insinuation that the chains meant to keep him away from her were a form of kinky flirtation.
 
“Is everything one big innuendo to you, Spike? What was that line you fed me about being a ‘changed’ man?”
 
Spike’s face softened at that, and he moved toward her slightly. “I am, Buffy. I love - ”
 
Her hand shot up to stop him before he was even able to finish. “Don’t even say it. Don’t you get – no, you don’t. Let me spell it out for you. I. Will. Never. Care. About. You.”
 
“Right,” he said soberly. “That why you keep letting me in, Slayer?”
 
“Letting you – what is your damage!?”
 
With growing interest, Spike watched her incredulity mount. She was so worked up it looked like she would burst at any moment, and he wanted to be there for that bit of excitement.
 
“Haven’t you ever thought about it once?” he asked, his tone conspiratorial. “All the fightin’ we do, bit of rough and tumble getting us in close proximity? Driftin’ hands…”
 
“You can stop,” she said with rising irritation, but he kept pushing.
 
“Feelin’ all that power rippling off us. God, the dreams I’ve had about you. You’re like fire. Bet you’ve got quite the little - ”
 
Buffy shot forward, and fisted the material of his shirt in her hands.  
 
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
 
He smiled and dramatically took in a deep breath before continuing, but she interrupted him before he could take the conversation to a whole new world of wrong.
 
“I’ve never met anyone as delusional as you, Spike. You know, even in high school the boys tended to get that I wasn’t interested and backed the fuck off. But clearly, you and I are not speaking the same language.”
 
Her voice was like ice, and his demon raced below the surface sending out a silent warning.
 
“What kind of pervert does something like this?” she asked, waving her hand over his destroyed shrine with contempt, disgusted by the purloined images.  
 
Spike quirked his head at her and eyed the photographs and artfully drawn sketches. “Wasn’t meant for you, Slayer. You telling me you didn’t have a New Kids on the Block shrine when you were a girl? ’S personal.”
 
“Personal…” Buffy repeated. She circled him slowly, her arms crossed over her chest. “Was it personal when you knocked me unconscious and chained me up? You were just, what? Trying to prove a point? Show me you care?”
 
“Buffy, that - ”
 
She grabbed him by the throat, stifling his response.
 
Spike wasn’t prepared for the crushing blow of her fist as she drew back and pummeled his nose, causing blood to spurt from it in sickening gushes that ran down his throat and chest.
 
“Bloody hell!” he howled. He tried to hold his nose, but the manacles held him fast.
 
As fury and repressed frustration bubbled up in her, her eyes raced along his body, searching for a weakness, a way to make him see. They had made a fool of her – Angel, Parker, Riley – all of them. The butt of a joke, discarded like some trash. But not Spike. He wouldn’t best her. She had the power here.  
 
“What the hell are you doing?” he growled, but she ignored him and fished in his pocket for his lighter. As she tore his shirt down the center, she flipped the top of the lighter up and sparked the flame. Kicking his feet out from under him, Buffy backhanded him and pressed the open flame against his abdomen. He stared at her incredulously, and moaned as the fire licked at his skin, raising raw, red burns. He could feel his flesh blistering and sucked in a breath as he took a step away from her. The air buzzed with a dangerous resonance, and gooseflesh broke out on him at her proximity.  
 
Tilting her head to the side, Buffy watched the pink bloom suffuse Spike’s belly. He swung back slightly in his chains and gritted his teeth against the pain. She smiled at that. Her fingertips danced along the site of the burns and dropped to his hip, pulling him closer. Trailing the lighter downward, she held it over his crotch so that the flame just touched the denim of his pants.
 
“You know, Spike. Maybe if you thought less with your dick, we would have a better understanding.”
 
Spike shifted uncomfortably beneath her scrutiny. Having his balls roasted by his own lighter was not exactly at the top of his wish list, but he wasn’t panicking yet. He had survived worse torment by more cunning and sadistic bastards than her, Angelus among them.
 
“Never took you for much of the torturing type, pet. You don’t have the stones,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
 
Some dark thing unfurled inside her at his taunt, eager to strike out, to defeat, possess. Her eyes met his with challenge. “Really? I’ll have to fix that.”
 
She reached into her back pocket and produced a stake. Tapping it against her hand, she smiled wickedly at him. “If you’re so eager to be mine, why should I deny you? Maybe I do need to remind you who owns your ass.”
 
Getting up in his face, Buffy wrenched his head back and hissed, “This might hurt a little, luv.” 
 
“Buffy...”
 
Stake upraised, she thrust it down, but checked her speed at the last moment and pierced the tip of her stake through his left nipple instead. Roaring, his demon sprang to the fore at the sensation, growling and snapping his fangs at the mixture of burning pain and violent arousal as she brought the stake down in an elegant arc. Keeping the tip planted against him, she looked down at her handiwork. Etched into his left side from nipple to hip was a bloody letter S.
 
Spike panted and quivered, the sort of edge play in which she was unknowingly engaging bringing him to the brink of his control. He could feel himself careening toward the tipping point, instinct driving his desires.  
 
“Someone seeing this might think the S stands for Spike, but you and I both know what it stands for,” Buffy said, tracing the frayed edges of the wound with her finger.
 
“Slayer…” he growled, his voice deep and dangerous with intent.
 
Buffy smirked. “That’s right. You’re such a fast learner.”
 
“Yeah,” he sneered, “a hell of a lot faster than you.”
 
As she was gloating, he had worked one of the manacles open and swung his fist at her. She ducked, but was side-swiped by his legs, which he brought up to close around her waist. Wrenching the chain from the stone wall, he looped it around his wrist and gave it a few experimental swings.
 
She came at him fast and sharp, fists and kicks and metal flying in a primal whirlwind of mutual rage. Flicking the chain out, he caught her on the hip with the links, and she faltered, giving him enough time to drive her up against the wall. Hard, bleeding, and panting, he held her down by the throat and arched his hips against hers, rudely prodding the juncture of her thighs with his sex. She gave a grimace of disgust, but when the pressure intensified, she let loose a tiny mewl of pleasure, even as they wrestled to pin down each other’s fists. His demon called to her to start their dance, and in that moment it boiled down to fight and fuck. Faith had said as much years ago, but she had never felt it as acutely as she did now. The need to have, the need to feel.
 
Nudging in closer, he slowly churned his hips rhythmically along her pelvis, coaxing an answering response from her. The heady scent of her desire was thick in the crypt, the evidence of her need clear when she joined him in a controlled writhe. His hands were at her breasts, cupping the handfuls under her blouse. As he moved with her, the tearing in his side where she carved into him pulled and created a raw ache. The demon whined at the sensory overload of violence, blood, and sex.
 
“Always knew how het up you get when bringing the pain. Didn’t realize something like this would set you free, though,” he crooned seductively, his thrusts driving her to a frenzy. “Do I get you there, pet?”
 
But his voice broke the spell. Her eyes shot open, and she frowned with disgust despite the rocketing of her pulse in time with his gyrations.
 
“Get. Off,” she growled menacingly, and drove her fist into his stomach, sending him several feet back on the ground. Diving for him, they tussled on the floor, kicking up the loose earth of the crypt. A fang slashed her cheek, and the smell of her blood tainted the air. He wanted her more than ever. Bringing his head in for a kiss, he stopped abruptly. Straddling his waist, she held her stake poised over his heart.
 
“Don’t make me shove this up your ass, Spike,” she warned, her wrist twitching as she panted and quivered.
 
“Oh, say it again, Slayer. I just might like it.”
 
A ghost of a smile formed at her lips as she grabbed hold of the chain still attached to his one cuffed wrist and quickly rose to her feet to wrap it around the pole where Drusilla had been tied earlier. Smirking, Spike grabbed her ankle just as she secured the chain and brought her heavily down on top of him. Her blouse was torn and hanging off one shoulder. Ripping the fabric away he pressed her against his face, engulfing one tit in his mouth to suck and nibble at her nipple. She arched against him, holding his head to her, until she felt one fang pierce her breast with a sharp prick.
 
He winked at her as she whipped her head back in rage. “Gotcha, luv.”
 
Her mouth clenched with anger, and she grabbed his erection in her iron grip. “Wrong move,” she growled back.
 
Flipping him over onto his belly, Buffy tore at his jeans and yanked them down his legs so they pooled just above his ankles. She could see his balls peeking out below his ass.
 
Craning his head back, Spike grinned and wiggled his ass. “See anything you like, pet? Got something on the other side you might like even more,” he said, as his free hand inched under his body to cup his prick.
 
Gripping an ass cheek in her hand, Buffy peered at him and held up her stake. “Is it as big as mine?” she asked.
 
Spike’s smirk faltered, and he looked hesitantly at the stake. “I bloody well hope you don’t mean to –”
 
But the thought was cut off as he felt the Slayer spit against his ass and work the blunt end of her stake into his hole.
 
“Urgh!” Spike groaned and tried to buck her off, but she planted herself firmly along his upper thighs and continued with her invasion. He hissed from the intensity of the pain and cried out as she unrelentingly pushed forward. She took in his helplessness, his plaintive, snarling wails. This was power over Spike she had never been able to capture, and she reveled in the slight thrill that came with her ability to control him. He shook and groaned at the tearing of his anus, the chafing of his burns against the ground where her thrusts grated his stomach and rubbed him raw. When he choked on a sob, she let up slightly and waited for his sphincter to relax, eyeing the tension in the muscles of his ass and back.
 
“This what you did to drive Soldier Boy away, Slayer?” he choked out. “Could see how the bloke might not like the attention.”
 
Buffy blinked hard at that, and her wrist stilled. She shifted uncomfortably, shaken by his statement. Her hesitation soon morphed to guilt when she carefully looked at the state of him. She was about to pull the stake out when he quietly addressed her.
 
“Thing is, though, ’m not him,” he said, looking at her intently.
 
And he wasn’t. His eyes spoke of a gentle hunger, a desire to please that took her aback. She listened to the primal voice that blew though her. It called out to the vampire, naming him pet, property.
 
Meeting his gaze, Buffy gently slid the stake in further until he groaned and raised his hips to push back on it. She twisted it slightly in him and then pushed downward, unwittingly striking his prostate a glancing blow. He bellowed deeply, his thighs starting to tremor.
 
“This…” She looked down at his ass hesitantly. “This actually feels good?”
 
“Lot of things you would never expect feel good,” he murmured, swaying his ass. She ground the stake against him in short, deep strokes and listened to his mewls of pleasure as he writhed beneath her. Feeling like a wrangler who had just caused some wild beast to submit to her, she slowly rose and fell with the movement of his hips and thighs. He pawed the ground lightly, his fingers clenching as the sensation increased.
 
“Jesus, Slayer…” he moaned and arched up against her, purring deeply from the fuck he was getting. It had been a long time since he had taken it and somewhat regretted that was the case. He had never thought she would be the one to give it to him.
 
Still keeping a steady pace with the stake, Buffy wormed her other hand into her jeans. Leaning over Spike’s back, she pressed her wet fingers against his lips. He growled at the smell and eagerly sucked her fingers into his mouth, savoring her arousal and whining with need. She relished the sound, sampling the syllables with keen interest at his dependency on her for his pleasure.
 
“Do you want to come, Spike?” Buffy asked, pressing the stake harshly against his prostate.
 
He whimpered and nodded. “I do.”
 
“What are you gonna do for me if I let you come?” she asked, withdrawing the stake slightly and stilling her movements.
 
Crying out with frustration, Spike turned to her desperately. “What the bloody hell do you want from me, woman? I’m already your sodding lackey, even if you don’t trust me. I do what I can. Help when you need it.” He tried to move back on the stake, but she pressed the small of his back down with her hands.
 
What did she want from him? She wanted an equal, someone to rely on when things got tough. Spike could be neither, but he was strong, cunning, and convenient; the only one able to fight at her side. She needed him, and that unnerved her. If she was going to win this, she’d have to keep a tight rein on him.
 
“I need to know that you won’t pull shit like this, Spike. I need to know that you’re going to be in it when Glory finally comes after me. I need to know that you’ll be there to protect Dawn, if… if I can’t.”
 
Her eyes pierced his, and he quivered with the immense responsibility she was asking him to pledge to her. If that was what she wanted from him, it was hers for the taking.
 
“I promise, Buffy, with my life. I’ll be at your beck and call,” he moaned deeply when she began to thrust into him again, “whenever you need me.”
 
Slipping her hand under him to lightly cup his balls, Buffy thrust the stake into him one more time, sending him into a deep orgasm that caused him to cry out and flail beneath her in sharp spasms. His cock erupted where it was pinned between the ground and his belly, so that it slathered jizz all along his stomach and into the S-shaped wound she had inflicted. As she silently rose and dropped the stake into the dirt, he felt her hand fleetingly skim across one of his cheeks.
 
“Don’t let me down.”
 
Lying with his cheek pressed against the earth, he watched her retreat up the ladder and into the upper level of his crypt. If he thought he was drowning in her before, he might as well be engulfed now. Eyeing the chain around his wrist, he fingered the S in his side and considered the enormity of what she had asked of him and what he had sworn to her. It wasn’t love, but it was a start. 

 
 
 
(Anonymous) on July 10th, 2007 12:56 pm (UTC)
oh my gosh...that was amazing...i knew you could do it!! hehe *hugs*
that was incredibly hot and disturbing and emotional and intense all at once...love it...and boy doesn't it get the plot bunnies rapidly multiplying for me as well :P hehe...tons of ideas ready to branch off of this one....excellent work, love, and thank you so much for writing it!!! it's wonderfully done!! :)
ClawofCat: giddyclawofcat on July 11th, 2007 01:00 am (UTC)
Oh, I'm so glad you like it! I wasn't sure if it worked or not. Yay! *hugs* Oooh, plot bunnies? Are you thinking of using this as a prologue of sorts and branching off of it? That would be cool. It looks like ladyofspike (below) seems to want more. Maybe you can hatch a plot for her *winks*
ladyofspikeladyofspike on July 10th, 2007 07:30 pm (UTC)
Drive it Home
Oh MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! More Please
ClawofCat: buffy smileclawofcat on July 11th, 2007 01:07 am (UTC)
Re: Drive it Home
lol, liked it, huh? I wasn't sure if this would be everyone's cup of tea as it's not the sort of thing I normally write =/ Thanks for reading and commenting! This was just a one-shot for DoS, so I don't plan to continue it, but maybe she'll cook up a continuation =)
Swayxheartrockx on July 10th, 2007 07:55 pm (UTC)
At first I was a little "Excuse me?" which quickly turned into an "Whoa, god damn woman, that's just hot." You probably write the hottest stuff I know, rolled together with a good portion of characterization, emotion etc. And you're also imspiring my plot bunnies.

Go you!
ClawofCat: sexyevilspikeclawofcat on July 11th, 2007 01:12 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much! What a compliment! This was a hard story for me to do as I don't write torture fics, so it's wonderful to hear it worked for you. Oh, plot bunnies? Like, what? *bounces on heels*
Swayxheartrockx on July 11th, 2007 06:09 pm (UTC)
What plot bunnies? Well... I signed up for seasonal_spuffy and I'm going to use a never started idea that I had. It's get nothing to do with this but I'll ve have to make a slightly "darker" approach than I usually right, so...

Does that make sense? It's just how it is ;)
botiasbotias on July 11th, 2007 04:29 am (UTC)
They had made a fool of her – Angel, Parker, Riley – all of them. The butt of a joke, discarded like some trash. But not Spike. He wouldn’t best her. She had the power here.

I loved this insight. So true. Buffy's love life has dealt her a great deal of humiliation and powerlessness, and we all know how things roll down hill...

You did a great job keeping the tension, and the hawt, omg. I was just talking to a friend about how torture fics are not my thing, but I love this. I think it's all about the power play and the emotion whether something is harsh but hawt or just ugly.
ClawofCat: orgasmclawofcat on July 11th, 2007 04:42 pm (UTC)
Ah, you are a very perceptive reader, my dear. Thanks for the quotage up there. Comments like yours are very helpful.

As for torture fics, I'm pretty much with you on it not being 'my thing.' I read dreamsofspike's work because she's wonderful, but that's usually as far as my foray into torture goes. So, this was new for me. I usually write angst and sex. lol, which was pretty much what I did here, except I threw in the torture and upped the anti on the violence of the sexuality portrayed. I'm very glad you felt the tension - I really wanted to keep that sense of urgency in the fic. Emotional motivation is key for me, and that's something I'm very dedicated to. Sex ain't interesting unless it says something about the people doing it, IMO.

Hey...*nudge* When are we gonna get more Persephone?
botiasbotias on July 11th, 2007 04:53 pm (UTC)
Glad my commentary was helpful. :) The least I could do.

I think I have Chapter 4 of Persephone beaten in to submission. :) Hopefully I will be able to post in the next couple of weeks.
botiasbotias on July 11th, 2007 04:36 am (UTC)
P.S. Here by kcarolj65's rec.
kellykcmomkellykcmom on July 11th, 2007 08:19 am (UTC)
Hey ~ Awwwwww geeezzzz......that was almost too much! *I* started squirming in my seat midway! lol Ya know, I knew that Spike loved her *so* much that he *literaly* would let her do anything to him. It was a game to him "a bit of excitement"
As I read I felt this raw unbridled hatred leap off the screen when I read about Buffy. She was sarcastic and bitter and full of resentment over past lovers. For her *this* was a power play. After I finished I went back and reread to see if I could understand where the hatred came from. The part that lept out at me was this,

“What kind of pervert does something like this?” she asked, waving her hand over his destroyed shrine with contempt, disgusted by the purloined images.

I think that Buffy held Spike in contempt because he had images of her. By the end of your story I believe she held that contempt for herself and her "perverted" actions towards him.

You are a fearless storyteller and I am so proud of you for taking on such a powerful story! But man.......I don't think my heart can take it! :} *watery smile*
ClawofCat: buffy hurtsclawofcat on July 11th, 2007 04:26 pm (UTC)
Wow, wonderful f/b. Lots of things to address here. I'm very pleased that this story had a lot of layers for you and other readers because I struggled a lot with that on this fic. I don't write torture fics (as you know), so the motivation behind this encounter was a bit elusive to me. That having been said, a few points:

Spike does love her (in his sick way, remember this is s5), but he doesn't let her just do anything to him. He's not exactly passive during the torture and the first chance he has to get free he does and then fights her. And while Buffy definately takes things way too far, Spike is not an innocent, blameless party in this. Buffy chains him up with every intention of just leaving him, but then he wakes up and increasingly taunts her, looking for a reaction. She asks him to stop on more than one occasion, but he keeps going and sort of dredges up all her frustration.

For Buffy, this definately was a power play. However, I don't think she really hates Spike. She projects a lot of her anger and insecurity onto him - he's just the catalyst. As for her hatred of the pictures, I think she has very good reason to be disturbed by them. The last person she knew to do sketches of her was Angelus. That has got to sound off warning bells in her head and I think it's plausible she would take that as a threat. Buffy's not a very logical person, she's reactionary, so seeing that is going to touch off some bad memories. And you are absolutely correct in saying that by the end of the story she is disgusted with herself and what she's done to him. Spike sort of bursts the balloon when he mentions Riley and it makes her stop and actually think about what's going on.

Thank you for your wonderful review, honey! And you can thank DoS for this. It's not something I would normally write, but I wanted to do something for her, and if you've read her work, this is pretty much her cup of tea.

My next fic should be much tamer than this. I gotta answer a challenge response from feedmykink, which means a new pairing for me! Some sweet, yet smutty AU William/Dru. And then I'll be finishing All Wrong.

P.S. - I hope it was clear they were both getting off on this. *sigh* They really are pervs sometimes. I just write 'em.
kellykcmomkellykcmom on July 11th, 2007 07:34 pm (UTC)
Now you listen here Missy.....ClawofCat! *shackin' finger* Don't you even think for one milimeter of a second that I don't completely *LOVE* your work because you are ...Daaa Bomb! This particular style just has me scrathin' my head is all! YOU are STILL my Spuffy writer eXtroidinaiRe!! I'm waiting on pins and needles for your next story!!
With great love and respect,
~ Kelly :)
ClawofCat: got ecstasyclawofcat on July 12th, 2007 02:12 pm (UTC)
lol, Missy ClawofCat. I don't think I've ever introudced myself. You can call me Cat, or Lauren if you'd like =)

I wasn't doubting you enjoyed the story, at all. So, no worries there. I just was explaining from my POV some of the things you noticed and were considering in the fic. F/b like yours is great b/c if I know how readers react to certain elements of a story, I can be sure to either repeat or avoid them in new chapters or fics.
kellykcmomkellykcmom on July 12th, 2007 07:19 pm (UTC)
Hey Nice to meet you Lauren! :) I'm.....ummmm.....Kelly...lol :D
.......I am SUCH a dork.
shawty got flava like a peach lifesaveronly_passenger on July 11th, 2007 05:57 pm (UTC)
oh, l. you're on a roll.

this was spectacular. you pulled off perfectly several concepts i've seen countles decent fic writers fuck up, beginning with dom buffy. you've written her dialouge so impressivly, particularly lines like the ones in this exchange:

“Is everything one big innuendo to you, Spike? What was that line you fed me about being a ‘changed’ man?”

Spike’s face softened at that, and he moved toward her slightly. “I am, Buffy. I love - ”

Her hand shot up to stop him before he was even able to finish. “Don’t even say it. Don’t you get – no, you don’t. Let me spell it out for you. I. Will. Never. Care. About. You.”

“Right,” he said soberly. “That why you keep letting me in, Slayer?”

“Letting you – what is your damage!?”

With growing interest, Spike watched her incredulity mount. She was so worked up it looked like she would burst at any moment, and he wanted to be there for that bit of excitement.

“Haven’t you ever thought about it once?” he asked, his tone conspiratorial. “All the fightin’ we do, bit of rough and tumble getting us in close proximity? Driftin’ hands…”

“You can stop,” she said with rising irritation, but he kept pushing.


you manage to carve the path to buffy's slightly ooc actions in this very plausible way that makes this story so much hotter than it would otherwise be, because as i'm reading it i honestly believe that this is spike and buffy doing these things. you've really done a flawless job with that aspect, and i knows it can be a significant challenge.

often times, when a writer includes a move like buffy fucking spike in the ass with her stake, the wind goes out of my sails. it's not that stake-up-spike's-ass turns me off, particularly not if buffy's on the other end, but that it seems to me the focus gets transfered to the sex act, and in the process the characters are neglected. there's an awkwardness that often ensues.

you've avoided that entirly here. the pacing is so sublime that the big finish seems like the next logical thing. this line: Gripping an ass cheek in her hand, Buffy peered at him and held up her stake. “Is it as big as mine?” she asked. broke me out in a smile, because it was the moment i knew i wasn't in for disappointment, that you were going to keep this about buffy and spike, about their story. you came through when you allowed buffy to stop in her tracks and realize what she was doing: Buffy blinked hard at that, and her wrist stilled. She shifted uncomfortably, shaken by his statement. Her hesitation soon morphed to guilt when she carefully looked at the state of him. She was about to pull the stake out when he quietly addressed her. such great characterization there. of course buffy would be torn. what else is she, ever?

finally, you knew just when to stop. i can't tell you how much better this story for the fact that buffy asked nothing of him sexually in return for his climax, and that she left right after he'd come intead of the scene disolving into some porn-fest. we both know that i like me a good spuffy porn-fest as much as the next fangirl, but props to you for recognizing that this story wasn't the place, and thus preserving the integrity of this fabulous piece.
ClawofCat: vamp spikeclawofcat on July 12th, 2007 02:26 pm (UTC)
*picks up S and twirls her around* I heart you like whoa. Thanks for the detailed f/b. I am really glad that you mentioned Buffy's ooc actions. No one else has mentioned that (perhaps for fear of offending me?), but I thought it was ooc too and really grappled with a way to make it believable. What I tried to do was make it seem sort of spontaneous, like she reacts on impulse alone. Of course, that's what Spike was hoping for too. He really drives her to it and sets her up to lash out.

And I get what you mean about kinks themselves sometimes taking away from the characters. For me, sex isn't very interesting in a story unless it says something about the characters. Given how physical both Buffy and Spike are, something I always try to do is have them talk with their bodies, reveal things about each other through their sexuality. They constantly lie to each other with their words, but when they let their bodies talk they finally are able to communicate honestly (if not violently too). And, who am I kidding? I just like writing about fucking, so it serves my purpose too, lol.
danaid_luv: Spike - wall pr0ndanaid_luv on September 28th, 2007 10:23 pm (UTC)
*falls over* GOod. Lo*rd. You surely don't write them 'neat & tidy' together, but GUH.

Spike panted and quivered, the sort of edge play in which she was unknowingly engaging bringing him to the brink of his control. He could feel himself careening toward the tipping point, instinct driving his desires. This killed me ded. Completely.
ClawofCat: I'm sorryclawofcat on September 28th, 2007 11:15 pm (UTC)
Hee! I'm glad you're enjoying these. I don't really write them 'neat and tidy,' no, because it takes away all that explosive physicality and emotion that drives them. I play with a Buffy and Spike that are animals, and even in my lighter fics, like Heart of Her, there are dark undercurrents to the sweetness. So much of their relationship was forged in pain, and I like working them through that trauma so that they can achieve a modicum of healing.