Ginny
had never really wanted to know why Spike was trusted, since he was a vampire
and technically a creature of darkness. Something that should
be working for the Dark Lord and not for them, something that was essentially
evil. He still drank blood. She could feel the bitemarks
throbbing on her neck, a darkly brutal hickey with more repercussions and
strings attached then most people would want to acknowledge.
The war was moving slowly, it had been dragged on so long. At the moment she
with another group of Aurors and Order members were
sheltering in the underground levels of an apartment building. It was warded
and down below. Mostly safe. As safe
as any place to hide was these days. Sometimes she wondered if they were
winning or not, because she didn't know. No one was telling them about what was
happening anywhere else but
Didn't scream as a hand grabbed her wrist and jerked her into one of the rooms
along the dark corridor, other hand sliding over her mouth. She bit it, hard, grinding her teeth into the bone and hearing him
curse and try to jerk his hand away. But she could feel the way his cock almost
automatically went hard against the small of her back, held against him. So he
liked it.
"Fucking little bitch-"
And it was like a pet name, desperately gritty. And this was one of her jobs,
keep him happy. Keep him sane. Keep him on their side. It wasn't like it was
that difficult a job, or unpleasant. She was getting to crave it now. Ron
hadn't been able to understand that, why she'd sleep with something that was
dead. It didn't need to be explained to any of them, any of them at all. He was
who he was and she'd wanted him before she'd been asked. Otherwise she might
have said no.
She wondered if he knew that she'd been asked to whore to him.
Bit him harder, arching and tasting copper blood that made her head spin. Ancient and tainted and old. Spun around, and his hand was
ripped out of her mouth as she gasped, slammed into the wall. Kissed so hard
her lip split, twining her arms around his neck and letting him lift her off
the floor. Ground her hips against him, feeling the denim of his jeans scrape
against the soft material of her skirt. Oh yes. She could feel him, so hot and
ready behind the metal of his fly, pressed up against her underwear as he tore
her skirt off. The panties went next and she moaned as he continued to press
the covered mound of his prick against her curls, zip scraping along her skin.
Hurt but it hurt so good.
Sometimes she wondered where the girl she had been had gone. Disappeared
somewhere after Spike fucked her up the arse? Or
maybe it had been earlier when she'd said yes, she'd fuck him? Or maybe even earlier then that. When Dumbledore
had died. And she'd known that the world was never going to be the same
again.
"Spike!"
"Yea-ah."
Felt his hand fumbling at the fly of his pants and mewled as his knuckles
brushed against her clit, harsh rasp of the zip going down and his relieved
sigh. Head of his cock sliding along the outside of her folds and Ginny yipped
as he lifted her higher up the wall, fingers ripping away her shirt and leaving
her satin-covered breasts free for him to maul with teeth and tongue. Blunt pressure
against her, which made her ache to be filled and she wanted him inside her, dammit! Sometimes, he was a fucking tease.
"Bastard, you fucking bastard!" Ginny
clawed at his shoulders, watching his eyes flicker into gold and ridges form
across his face as she licked blood off her lips. Red, red, a
deeper red then her hair. And she knew, finitely more alluring. What he
really went for, according to history was blondes or brunettes. But she was
offering and her blood was just as good, just as tasty as any. Hot witch's blood, thrumming with sorcery and magic. He
growled, and thrust up into her hard as he let her hips drop. Her eyes crossed
momentarily, mouth dropping open in a gasp as he slid inside her, so deep it
felt like he was going to come out her mouth. "Jesus!"
They stayed like that for a moment, his mouth warm and wet on her breast as he
bit through satin and sucked blood from her skin as his fangs tore the material
to shreds. Monster feeding at her tit, and she let her head fall back against
the wall, moaning as strings of red pleasure radiated out from where he was
feeding and spiraled down into her womb. Tugging so deftly she didn't know
whether to writhe in pain or scream from the pleasure. Felt the shift of his
hips as he surged against her, making her hit the wall hard.
"Mortal, Spike, I'm breakable!"
Her fingers spasmed on his shoulders, eyes glittering
with tears for a moment as her head spun from being slammed against the
plasterboard. There was brick behind it. This was an outside wall. It was solid
and it fucking hurt. Bastard!
"Fuck that." Ginny gritted her teeth as he did it again, obviously
unwilling to wait or soften the snapping blows of his hips hitting hers, his
body forcing her back into the wall. Mouth shining red with her blood and she
wailed ecstatically as his fingers rubbed her just so. No matter how
rough he was, Spike was one hell of a lover. He claimed her mouth easily, cool tongue sliding inside and mapping out the
detail of her teeth. Copper flavoured kisses, carrion
meat and blood on his breath. Whisky and cigarettes. Harsh and male, inside her and surrounding her, uncompromising.
"You like it like this."
"F-f-fuck!" His fangs opened up a wound in
her neck she was going to feel later, head reeling as he began to feed properly.
She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building in her stomach, hot and
tight as he pounded into her. Bruises forming on her belly and hips, chafe of his jeans rubbing the inside of her legs raw.
Gasped brokenly for air, feeling her nails dig into his skin
so hard that blood started to well through the thin cotton of his t-shirt.
Feeling the wall shake behind her as he slammed her into it,
knowing and somehow reveling in the fact that everyone, everyone would
be able to hear and know what they were doing. "Spike..."
Just got a wet growl in response, fangs fastened into the skin of her throat.
Sometimes she wondered how anyone could even think of a vampire as human. As
anything close to it. And then she'd find some scrap of yellowing paper with
his spiky handwriting on it, and there would be some very bad love poetry on
it. Addressed to Ginevra.
Wondered, occasionally, how he had discovered her real name. Someone had to
have told him.
Closed her eyes and held onto him tighter, heels of her boots digging into the
base of his spine as she came, crescendos of light sparking and flaring behind
her eyelids. Left her feeling weak and dizzy, drifting in pleasurable languor
as he thrust into her a few more times, head lolling slightly on her neck. He'd
taken too much blood. Or just enough that she felt like overcooked spaghetti. Kinda cold at the edges as well. Cold inside her and against
her...his skin just so faintly flushed with the blood he'd taken from her.
Ginny closed her eyes as they slid to the floor together, and felt his fingers
slide through her hair.
"Ginny..."
And that was enough, the brush of his lips against her temple and his arms
around her.