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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Same goes for any characters from Angel
that should appear. Any other characters are mine and may be used for other
fanfic (Just note that they’re mine if you use them.)
This fic is an answer to ghostgirl13’s (aka
Yani’s) "What
if Spike got a tooth ache?" challenge.
Content rating note: This fic is rated NC-17
Continuity note: This story takes place during season 6 of Buffy,
when Buffy and Spike were having their affair.
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1
Spike opened the backdoor to
Buffy’s house and walked into the kitchen, hand pressed to his left cheek. One
of his teeth was hurting like a son-of-a-bitch. It had been hurting since last
night and Spike was buggered if he knew why.
Not seeing Buffy in the
kitchen, he moved onto the living room where he came upon Dawn and Xander.
“Spike!” Dawn said,
brightening and hopping off the couch. “What are you doing here? Xander and I
were just watching Army of Darkness. Do you want to join us?”
“No,” said Xander, scowling.
Dawn turned around, put her
hands on her hips, and gave Xander ‘The Summer’s Pout.’
“No. I’m not watching the
evil undead with The Evil Undead. Speaking of…What are you doing here Spike?”
“Buffy’s keys…” He dug them
out of his pocket. “She dropped them in the, uh, graveyard last night. On
patrol.”
“Oh, well, I’ll give them to
her,” said Dawn, holding out her hand palm up. “She’s still at work.”
“Great,” Spike said dryly,
handing Dawn the keys. Then he sighed. He hissed as the pain in his tooth
flared up. He returned his hand to the side of his face, muttering British
obscenities.
“What’s the matter?” Dawn
asked.
Spike sighed and hissed
again. “Bloody toothache.”
“I didn’t think vamps could
get toothaches.”
“We can’t. Not from cavities
and the like, anyway. Don’t know what’s done it, but it’s driving me mad.”
“Awww, poor Spikey’s got a
toofache,” said Xander.
Spike growled and then cried
out in pain. “Bloody hell!”
“You should go see a
dentist,” Dawn said.
“Bugger that! Going out in the
daytime, getting smoked, just so I can have some wanker prod about in my
mouth?!”
“I’m making you an
appointment,” Dawn said, turning curtly and grabbing the kitchen phone. She
rifled through some business cards on the desk until she found the one she
wanted, and then dialed the number. “We’ll say it’s an emergency. He can
probably take you tomorrow. There’s even a sewer nearby, so you won’t get
smoked too much.”
Spike rolled his eyes and
huffed. “Fine.”
“You know, if it really
hurts that bad, I can go get some pliers out of my toolbox and just yank that
puppy right out for you,” Xander offered.
“Sod off,” Spike growled.
“Done!” Dawn said, hanging
up the phone. “You have an appointment at noon tomorrow.” She handed Spike a
post-it with the time and the address on it.
“High noon!? Have you lost
your head?! OW!! FUCK!” Spike bellowed, clutching his cheek.
“Sorry, it was the best I
could get.”
“Dawnie, you didn’t bother
that dentist at home did you?” Xander asked.
“Of course,” she said.
“For Spike?!”
“I would have done the same
for you,” Dawn said.
“I wouldn’t eat
you!”
“Neither would Spike!”
“He would if he didn’t have
that chip!”
“He would not!”
“Oh, he so would!”
“I would not eat Dawn!”
Spike yelled, mentally cursing his hurt tooth. “You on the other hand…well, no,
I wouldn’t even eat you. I’d hack you up into tiny pieces, because you’d
probably taste like plywood.”
“Hey! I would not taste like
plywood! I bet I’m delicious. Not that you’ll ever find out,” Xander said,
folding his arms across his chest.
Spike gave Xander the
two-finger salute, then turned on his heel and stormed out through the kitchen,
slamming the back door behind him. When
he got outside, he kicked a tree on the Summer’s lawn, knocking leaves loose
with a rustle.
“Spike, wait!” Dawn said,
running out the door. She ran up to him and placed her hand on his arm, hoping
to bar his exit. “Spike, do you have enough money?”
“Money?” he asked, giving
her a look.
“To pay the dentist. You
have to pay him.”
“Why? What if he doesn’t fix
me?” he asked flippantly.
“Well…if he doesn’t fix you,
then I guess you can stiff him. But if he does, you have to pay. I can give you
money if you don’t have any.”
“Where did you get any
money, Little Bit?”
“I stole it from the cash
register at the Magic Box when Anya wasn’t looking. Don’t tell.”
Spike laughed. “You’d better
be careful, Nibblet. If Demon-girl catches you, she might put a curse on you.”
Dawn pulled the cash out of
her back pocket in a wad and handed it to him. “Here, take it. It’s $150. Just
bring back any that’s leftover.”
“I can’t take that, Dawnie.
You should use it for you and Big Sis. For groceries or something,” Spike said,
putting his hand over her fist and pushing it back.
“I can always steal more,”
she said, pushing her fist forward again.
“All right then,” Spike
said, taking the cash and giving her a small smile. “But don’t get caught.”
“Okay,” she agreed,
returning his smile.
2
Spike sat in the dentist’s
waiting room, sullenly flipping through magazines. Finally, he laid his head
down on the table. His toothache was giving him a headache. He shuddered to
think what would happen if his chip went off. Maybe his brain would explode. Dentist
better fucking fix me, he thought.
Finally, the receptionist
poked her head out the door and called his name. “Mr. Spike? Come on back,” she
said, holding the door open for him. Spike grunted and got up, hand pressed to
his cheek. She led him to a room and had him sit down in the chair. Spike
looked around the room. Along with the dental hygiene posters, there was a
framed poster from The Little Shop of Horrors. The newer one with Rick Moranis
and Steve Martin. Spike smiled and if his tooth hadn’t been hurting so bad, he
would have burst into a chorus of “Dentist!”
“Hel-lo,” the dentist said
cheerfully, as he walked in the door closing it behind him. He was a medium
built man, with brown hair and a mustache. “I’m Dr. Frazer and you are…Spike?
Just Spike?” he asked, looking over his chart.
“Yeah,” Spike said. “Hey,
doc. Do you thrill when you drill a bicuspid?”
Dr. Frazer glanced at The
Little Shop of Horrors poster and then looked back at Spike and laughed. He pulled
up a stool. “No, I’d rather not have to. I like those bicuspids clean and
healthy. So what brings you in today, Spike?”
“I’ve got this tooth that
hurts like hell, doc,” Spike said, pointing to his left cheek.
“Well, let’s take a look.”
Dr. Frazer adjusted the chair and the light and then clipped a napkin around
Spike’s neck. He grabbed some mirrored tools and instructed Spike to open wide.
“Hmmm,” he said, poking around. “Do you have any cavities, Spike?”
“Ng,” Spike said.
“No? Hmmm….that’s strange…It
looks like you have something metal lodged in between two of your molars.” The
doc rummaged around on his tray and grabbed up a pair of shiny silver pliers.
“Hn?!” Spike uttered,
squirming a little.
“Don’t worry, this won’t
hurt a bit.”
But Spike knew better.
Doctors were almost always lying when they said that. Spike gripped the sides
of the chair and braced for pain. The doc tugged on the offending foreign
object, and Spike cried out. The temptation to vamp out and attempt to bite the
good doctor was overwhelming. Finally, Dr. Frazer freed the object with a
metallic ping.
“Ow~!” Spike said, rubbing
the side of his face.
Dr. Frazer held what looked
to be a blunt point metal stud, in the pliers. “Now how the dilly did that get
in there?” he asked.
Spike gave the stud a
curious look and then it dawned on him. “Oh, yeah…” he said.
3
Spike had held the studded
leather collar up, giving Buffy a giddily lewd look. Buffy folded her arms and
scowled at him. “I’m not wearing that,” she said.
“Oh, c’mon, pet. It’ll be
fun. And I can bite you without hurting you.”
“Who says I want you to bite
me at all!”
“I know you want me too. I
can feel it. Bet it’s your secret fantasy,” he said, his voice seductive and
smug.
Buffy blushed crimson. “No
it isn’t!”
“Nuh, uh. Can’t fool me. Now
I know it’s true,” he said, drawing his words out, sultry and taunting.
Buffy fumed. Damn him!
It’s like he has gaydar but for kink. He has kinkdar. Smarmy pervert! she
thought. Then Spike licked his lips and gave her one of his patented Come Fuck
Me looks. Dammit!! Why does he have to be such a sexy bastard?! Damn sexy
bastard!!
“Fine,” Buffy said.
Spike giggled perversely and
flashed her a toothy grin as he fastened the collar around her neck. “Wanna’ do
a little role playing or have a little spar to make it more realistic like?” he
asked.
“No. Just vamp out and come
get me,” Buffy said, backing away to give him pouncing space.
Spike vamped out and gave
her a predatory growl. He ran his hand down his abdomen as he stalked forward
and growled again, looking at her with piercing gold eyes. Buffy felt a quiver
in her stomach and heat between her legs. Surely something was wrong with her
if this was turning her on, she thought. Then he pounced. She was on her back
before she could blink. Buffy resisted the urge to kick him off and let him
straddle her and pin her down. His erection pressed hard against her groin.
Then, Spike grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. “Hey!” she said. Then he ripped her bra off and tossed it aside. “Hey!” she said again. Spike snarled and latched onto one of her nipples with his mouth. Buffy squeaked in surprise and then pleasure as he sucked, careful not to slice her tender flesh with his fangs. She batted at his back with her hands and kicked her legs against the dirt floor of his crypt, feigning an attempt to get him off. Spike moaned and growled, enjoying the friction of Buffy’s squirming. He rubbed his hard-on into her while he gave her other nipple a turn and then released her. Buffy made a protesting sound as he stood up and moved back, and was about ready to yell at him when he ripped her pant legs up the middle. Then Spike dropped to his knees between her legs and tugged the fly of her pants open, breaking the zipper and sending the button flying off to parts unknown. Spike stood back up and whisked the pants off her. He then dropped to his knees once more and ripped her lacy panties off. He made a move to go down on her, but she stopped him quick with a punch to the head.
“Bloody hell! What was that
for!?” Spike asked.
“No way are you going down
on me, all fangy,” Buffy said.
“Oh, all right,” Spike said
rolling his eyes, as he whipped off his shirt and unzipped his pants.
“All the way off,” Buffy
commanded.
Spike gave her a crooked
smile, then stood up, and obeyed, removing his pants and shoes. Then he grabbed
his cock and asked, “Do you want it?”
“Do you want me to put my
fist up your ass?”
Spike looked up and thought
about it, not looking uninterested.
“Spike~! Ew, no! I’m not
doing that!” Buffy said. “Now get over here and fuck me.”
“Your wish is my command,”
Spike said. Then he snarled and pounced, plunging into her. Spike roared and
Buffy cried out in pleasure, arching into him. Then he snarled again and sank
his fangs into the collar around her neck, biting down hard enough for her to
feel the pressure. Buffy writhed underneath him, clutching at the back of his
head and holding him to her. Spike made varied animalistic noises as he
continued to pump into her and bite into the collar, nearly chewing through it.
“Spike! Spike!” she cried
out, wrapping her legs and arms around him. “Spike!!” she cried, coming and
holding him tight enough to leave bruises. Spike made a muffled ecstatic sound,
and Buffy rolled them over so that she was on top. She pushed down on his chest
with her hands and sat up, causing him to release his bite on her collar with a
ping. Spike let out a pained noise, felt dizzy, and morphed back to his human
face. Buffy rode him fiercely, pounding him into the dirt, her quim pulsing
around his cock as she came some more.
Spike’s face contorted in ecstasy as he moaned weakly, over and over.
Finally he began reaching fever pitch, crying out and bucking up into her
thrusts. With one final guttural cry, he slammed himself up into Buffy and
exploded. Buffy shrieked as she joined him in climax. She bounced on top of him
a few more times as he finished his spending and she had a few aftershocks, and
then she was still.
Spike lay dazed underneath
her. He had the oddest sensation in his head. A vibrating sensation. Like
someone had clocked him with a tuning fork. He groaned weakly.
Buffy looked down at the
vampire she was straddling. There he was, Big Bad Spike, all weak and kittenish
thanks to her. She smiled in spite of herself. He’s pretty cute like this,
she thought. Then she shook her head. Cute, but evil. Cute, but evil, she
chanted silently. Evil, evil, evil. Suddenly she felt the need to run.
She got up off Spike, grabbed the remains of her clothes, and put them on.
“Going already?” Spike
asked, turning his head to see her.
After she was dressed as
much as possible, considering the condition of her clothes, she beat a hasty
retreat up the ladder and out of Spike’s bedchamber, without looking back or
saying a word. Spike had heard the crypt door slam and sighed, wincing at the
pain in his head and rubbing his cheek.
4
“Never mind about how it got
there, Doc. Long story. Just thanks for removing it,” Spike said, preparing to
get up.
“Now, now, wait a minute.
You haven’t even had your cleaning yet,” said Dr. Frazer.
“That’s fine. All I wanted
was my toothache fixed. Plus, I don’t have a lot of money and I have no
insurance, or the like. So I’ll just be on my merry way,” Spike said, starting
to get up again.
“Cleaning comes at no extra
charge.”
“Really?” Spike asked,
settling back in his seat.
“That’s right, so just sit
tight.”
Spike smiled at the rhyme
and figured he could humor the doc, if it was free. Dr. Frazer gathered the
necessary supplies and instruments.
“Now which flavor of
toothpaste do you want?” asked Dr. Frazer.
“You have flavors in this
joint?” Spike asked. The only flavor they had in his day was baking soda.
“Sure. We have bubblegum,
mint, and cinnamon.”
“Cinnamon,” Spike said.
5
“So how did the dentist’s
go? Wasn’t he nice?” asked Dawn, as Spike gave her the leftover money.
“Yeah, he was a nice enough
bloke. For a doctor. Coulda’ done without the lecture on the evils of smoking,”
Spike replied.
“Smoking is evil,”
Dawn said, smiling.
“And I’m evil!” Spike
said.
“Not anymore.”
“Yes I am! Ask Buffy,
she’ll tell you!”
Dawn giggled.
“On second thought, do you
think you could really make that case? ‘Cause it’d really help me out with Big
Sis,” Spike said eagerly.
“I’ve tried, but she just
says I’m ‘too young to understand’.”
“Bugger.”
- The End
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