Dreams… they can be fun and… informative.
This started out as a porny one-off then went and grew a bit of a plot. There are three chapters and it takes place just before the sexcapades of Season Six then goes AU. Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter One – The Officer
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The loud sound of a fist banging against the door echoed through the crypt. Spike startled then looked over his shoulder at the door with a scowl. "Oh, bloody hell! Can't a bloke just watch his soddin' telly in peace?" He growled as he stalked toward the door, his mouth winding up to unleash a vicious tongue lashing on whoever dared disturb him. He jerked the door open then squinted against a bright beam of light aimed directly at his eyes. "Oi! Turn that thing off! Blind a fella, why don't you?"
The flashlight clicked off and he blinked as spots danced across his vision. The owner of the light smiled and apologized. "Sorry, sir." A badge was whipped out and held up in front of his face. "Sunnydale PD, sir. I'm looking for someone by the name of Spike. I was told I could find him here."
Spike rubbed his eyes and grumbled. "You've got him. What do you want?"
The badge was tucked away. "May I come in, sir?"
He stepped back from the door then bowed and waved dramatically. "Be my soddin' guest."
"Thank you." The officer walked slowly into the crypt, carefully looking everything over, and stopped next to Spike's ratty old armchair.
Spike said from his position near the door, "Again… what do you want?"
The officer turned to face him wearing a pleasant smile. "We've had reports of stolen items being stored in cemetery crypts before they're sold illegally. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you, sir?"
Spike smiled his most innocent smile and shook his head as he pushed the door closed. "No, I wouldn't. 'M a law abidin' bloke. Pure as the driven snow, me."
The officer chuckled and looked around the crypt again. "Of course you are. That's why you can produce receipts for all of your possessions, right?"
Spike faltered, "Uh… receipts? Um… yeah… just have to pop downstairs for a mo'. You'll just wait here then?"
The officer held up a hand. "That won't be necessary, sir. I already know that every item in here is stolen property, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in for questioning."
Spike snorted. "Take me in, eh? Sorry, luv, but you don't know who you're dealin' with." He stalked close to the officer with a leer on his face. "Pretty little thing like you out here all by yourself in the lair of dangerous criminal." He stopped next to her and growled low in his chest as he trailed his fingertips lightly up her arm. "You could get hurt."
Her hand whipped out lightning fast and snagged his wrist then she spun him and twisted his arm up behind his back before shoving him toward the nearest wall. "I can take care of myself, sir." She captured his other arm and twisted it behind him, pressing him hard against the stone. "And you just assaulted a police officer."
He sputtered, "Assault? I barely touched you! Bloody bint, you're out of your tree. Let me go!"
She kicked his feet further apart and moved his hands to a position on the stone wall above his head. "I need to frisk you for weapons, sir. Now… are you going to be a good boy or do I have to add resisting arrest?"
He ducked his head and peeked at her around his raised arm. She had backed off him just a few steps and was standing there with her hip cocked out as she fingered the butt of her pistol. He grumbled, "I'll stand quietly. Just get on with it, yeah?" then muttered under his breath, "Why do I always get the barmy ones? I'm like flypaper for nutters."
She stepped up behind him and placed her hands lightly on his shoulders then slid them slowly down his back to his waist. She quickly untucked his t-shirt and slipped her hands underneath then slid them around to his stomach, her nails dragging lightly across his muscled abdomen. He yelped, "Oi! What're you doing?"
She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "Frisking you. Now shut up." Her hands moved north and skated across his nipples then stopped to pinch and squeeze.
He dropped his head, pressing his forehead into the stone wall as a low moan escaped his lips. "Find anythin' yet?"
A vicious twist of one nipple drew a sharp gasp as she dug her nails into its twin and snarled menacingly, "I told you to shut up."
He closed his eyes and whispered, "Yes, ma'am."
"That's more like it." Her hands trailed back down across his stomach and settled on the large bulge in the front of his jeans. She squeezed with one hand and smiled at the low groan from her prisoner. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Looks like you're packing." She squeezed once more then stepped back. "Strip."
"What?" Spike lifted his hands away from the wall and turned around, coming face to face with the business end of her pistol.
"I said strip. Now."
He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. "You know that won't kill me, right?"
She shrugged, "Maybe not, but it'll turn your head into a canoe, and that would be a shame, considering how pretty you are." She waved the gun. "Strip."
He grumbled as he uncrossed his arms then tugged his shirt over his head and dropped it to the dusty floor. His hand hovered over the buttons of his jeans as he looked up at her. "You sure?"
She nodded and her tongue slipped out to lick her lips. "Strip then face the wall. Hands up and feet spread."
He mumbled, "Yes, ma'am," then popped the buttons, skinning his jeans off in a fluid, practiced movement. He stood up straight, his chest puffing out as her eyes skimmed over him and came to rest on the large erection jutting out proudly from his nest of honey blonde curls. He lifted a hand and slid it sensually down his chest. "See anythin' you like, luv?"
She swallowed audibly and croaked out, "Turn around. Hands on the wall."
He turned slowly and raised his hands back to the wall as he spread his feet. "Now what? You can plainly see I've no weapons… 'cept the obvious."
She holstered her pistol and stepped up behind him, pressing herself into his back. One hand slipped around to his front and gripped his cock firmly as she licked his ear and whispered, "Guess I'll have to do a body cavity search. You might be hiding something."
He shuddered and groaned as her hand moved on him slowly. "Bloody hell. 'M not hidin' anythin', and I don't think this is quite proper procedure."
She let go and backed up a step. "I'm in charge here and I decide what's procedure and what isn't, so shut up and just stand there." He heard the unmistakable snap of a rubber glove and the soft snick of a tube being opened then she was back up against him, one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock while the other trailed slowly between his cheeks.
He felt a lubed finger breach his tight pucker and hissed in pleasure as it stroked in and out slowly. "Might want to look a little deeper, luv. Never know what you'll find." A second finger joined the first, skating over his prostate and he moaned loudly. "Yeah, just like that."
She worked her fingers, making sure to bump his prostate on every thrust while her other hand pumped his shaft. He was panting and grunting as he thrust first into her fist then back against her hand, his fingertips digging divots into the hard stone wall. His balls drew up and he came hard, his shout of ecstasy ringing through the crypt as white, ropy spurts of cum splashed against the wall and dripped down to puddle on the floor.
She pulled her fingers out and spun him around then planted her other hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him up against the wall. "Stay there. I'm not finished with you." He leaned against the wall with his head back and his eyes closed as he breathed deeply, still coming down from his powerful orgasm. He heard the snap of the glove being removed, then the clink and slither of her pistol belt. The belt hit the floor with a thump and his eyes flew open as a handcuff was snapped around his left wrist.
Before he could react, his right wrist was locked into the cuffs and she was tugging him forward. "What's all this then? I've not resisted… done just what you asked."
She snarled, "Shut up," and dragged him over to his chair then pushed him down to his knees in front of it. She hiked up her tight skirt and sat down, scooting her backside forward so that it hung off the edge of the cushion. "I've got some questions for you. Give me the right answers and I'll let you go with just a warning." She spread her legs then reached out and fisted her hand in his hair, pulling his head down. "So start talking. Now."
He leaned forward and buried his face in her heat, licking up her folds then plunging his tongue inside. He moaned as her taste exploded on his tongue and started thrusting it hard. She pulled her legs up and held her knees as he shuffled closer. He replaced his tongue with two fingers and sucked her pulsing nub into his mouth as his thumb circled her trembling pucker. He slicked his thumb using the juices dripping from her molten quim and pushed in. She shouted and her hands flew to his head, tangling in his hair and pulling him impossibly closer. Her legs fell over his shoulders as he sucked and thrust and licked, putting a century's worth of experience to good use.
Her cry of release was loud in his ears, or it would've been if his head hadn't been clamped tightly between her thighs as she clenched and convulsed around his fingers. She finally collapsed limply in the chair and her legs slid bonelessly off his shoulders as he dropped his hands. He lapped up her juices and gave one last gentle suck to her throbbing nub then raised his head. "Did that answer all your questions?"
She nodded as she sat up. "A lot of them… but…" Her eyes trailed down his chest and stopped at the hard cock bobbing against his stomach. "Now I need to take your statement." She planted her hand in the middle of his chest and pushed… hard.
He flew backwards and skidded across the dusty floor, narrowly avoiding slamming his head into his TV table. "Oi! That's police brutality, that is! I've a mind to report you!"
She bounced out of the chair and moved to stand over him, one foot on either side of his hips as she lowered herself onto his throbbing member. His eyes rolled up as she lifted his bound hands over his head and leaned down to nibble on his bottom lip. "I don't think you'll do that to me, Spike, because if I get in trouble then I won't be able to come back here… and you wouldn't want that, would you?" She started rocking her hips as her hands trailed down his arms and tangled in his hair, pulling him into a kiss that seemed to go on forever.
When she came up for air, Spike shook his head as her lips trailed down his neck, nipping lightly. "No… God, no. Buffy… want you… love you."
She lifted up, her hands sliding over his shoulders to his chest to brace herself as she lifted her hips and slammed them back down. She picked up the pace, riding him frantically as her nails dug into his skin. Suddenly she threw her head back and froze as she screamed at the cobwebbed ceiling, her walls squeezing and clenching around him, pulling him over the edge into bliss.
She collapsed onto his chest, drawing in great lungfuls of air as he lowered his arms and laid his hands lightly on her back. She rose up in the circle of his arms and brushed her lips across his as she murmured, "Love you, too, Spike. So much." She lowered her head to his shoulder and heaved a giant sigh, her lips whispering against his neck. "I don't care what my friends think about us. I love you and I'm going to be with you."
He lifted his hands off her back and pulled against the cuffs, easily breaking the connecting chain, then he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight. "God, Buffy, you have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that."
She lifted her head and looked down into his eyes, her own welling up with tears. "Let's go tell them right now."
He gave her a blinding smile then leaned up and captured her lips. "It'll keep, luv. Just knowin' you want to is enough for now." He gently pushed her off him then stood and scooped her up, carrying her quickly across the crypt. He dropped through the hole into the lower level, landing lightly as Buffy clutched his neck and gave a small squeal. He chuckled as he carried her over to his bed and laid her down then crawled in next to her. He pulled the blankets over them both then wrapped her in his arms and murmured against her hair. "Get some rest and we'll tell 'em tomorrow. Love you, Buffy."
She whispered, "Love you, Spike," as sleep claimed her. His grin almost split his face in two as he pulled her tighter to his chest and followed her into slumber.