Alternate Universe: Unexpected
Story Title: Kooks
Chapter Title: You Complete Me
Time line:

March 16th, 2004


The twins (Danielle and William) were born on February 12th, 2004

Annie turned five on February 14th.

Spike and Buffy have been married five years in February. (seems longer, doesn't it?)

Buffy turned 23 on January 19th.


All the Potentials were endowed with full Slayer power in February 2003.

Buffy and Spike learned of the other dimensions in May, 2003.


Buffy and Spike bring the twins home.

Notes: Heartfelt thanks to my "ET", PaganBaby, for her wonderful suggestions that made this chapter so much better!! 


Song:  You Complete Me by Keyshai Cole


Rating / Warnings:

NC17. Content is only suitable for mature adults. Contains explicit language, sex, adult themes and other adult situations that some people may find objectionable. If you are under the age of 17 or find any of these themes objectionable – GO AWAY. Parents, it is up to YOU to control what your children are reading.


March 16th, 2004:


As promised, the doctors released Buffy the following day.  Unfortunately, since there wasn’t any underground parking at the hospital, she had to wait until after dark to actually leave with the twins. Since the Gem of Amarra was at the bottom of the ocean with Angel, Spike’s invincibility against the rays of the sun was gone.  Of course, Giles, as well as Willow and Tara, and Xander and Anya all offered to give Buffy and the twins a ride home during the day, but she felt like Spike had more than earned the right to drive his family home from the hospital.


Buffy and Spike strapped the babies into car seats in the back of the DeSoto and Annie into her booster seat between them. It was a tight fit, but luckily the old dinosaur of a car had a backseat made for making out with your best girl at the drive-in, when there used to be drive-in’s  . . . and apparently for holding the babies that sometimes arrived about nine months after the making out.


“We really should get a minivan,” Buffy told Spike as he pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home.


“Yeah,” Spike agreed. “We can trade in your car and you can get one.”


“My car?” Buffy questioned.  “I like my little car.  We should trade this gas guzzling monster in.”


“WHAT!?” Spike exclaimed, taking his eyes off the road to look at Buffy. “No bloody way!  This is a CLASSIC! Not every day you can find a ‘59 DeSoto Fireflite Sportsman. I went to a lot of trouble to steal this car!”


“Spike!” Buffy admonished him with wide eyes, tilting her head back towards where Annie sat in the back seat listening.


“I mean . . . ummmm, getting it was a big DEAL,” Spike corrected, rolling his eyes.


Buffy rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Spike, it’s just not practical. It doesn’t even have air conditioning.”


“It’s not bloody well supposed to be practical or have air conditioning!  It’s a classic! They don’ make cars like this anymore!” Spike argued. “I’m not drivin’ a bloody minivan! That’s for poofters.”


“And fathers . . .” Buffy added.


“Pffffft,” Spike snorted. “There’s nuthin’ wrong with this car.”


“Well . . .” Buffy started. “Maaaybe it would be ok if we could get some of that necro-glass installed . . .”


Spike narrowed his eyes and glared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to the road.


“It wouldn’t be as ‘poofy’ as a minivan . . .” Buffy pointed out with a sly smile.


Spike shook his head and rolled his eyes . . . she’d won . . . again.




Spike pulled the DeSoto into the garage at the mansion and got out to take Danielle out of the car seat on his side while Buffy unbuckled Annie and got William out of the one on her side of the car.


“Here we are, Billy!  Home sweet home!” Buffy said as she started for the door with her son.


“Just a bloody minute!” Spike started.  “His name is William.” 


“Yeah . . . and Billy is short for William,” Buffy told him. “Anyway, you’re William . . . we can’t have two – it’ll get confusing.”


“I’m Spike.  He’s William,” Spike informed her as he opened the door to the house and held it open for her and Annie to go in ahead of him.


“You’re also William . . . to me, you’re William,” Buffy told him as she walked in ahead of him.


“Yeah, well I’ve been known to be ‘Billy’, too, luv,” Spike pointed out.


“Oh, just once in a while . . .” Buffy said rolling her eyes. “What would you rather call him?  And don’t say ‘William’.”


“Fine. How ‘bout Will?” Spike suggested.


Buffy laid Billy down in a bassinet in the great room and tucked a blanket around him before she turned to Spike and started flailing her arms around and saying, “Danger! Danger! Will Robinson!” imitating the robot on Lost in Space.


“No ‘Will’,” she informed him.  “And most definitely no Willie! And under no circumstances are we using Liam.”


Spike had no argument with THAT.  “Rupert? Rupes?” Spike suggested, half-heartedly.


“What? You want him to get beat up his first day at school?” Buffy asked rolling her eyes. "There are lots of great men named ‘Billy’. Billy’s a perfectly good nick-name.”


“Yeah? Name them,” Spike challenged, tilting his head to await her answer.


“Well . . . Billy the Kid! and . .  ummm . . .OH! Billy Joel!  and . . . of course, Billy Idol!  You like Billy Idol!” Buffy pointed out.


“Just ‘cuz I like Billy Idol’s music, don’ mean I’d want him for a bloody son! And really, ‘Billy the Kid’ – not a real convincin' argument for the name, there, Slayer.”


Buffy rolled her eyes. “What do you have against ‘Billy’, anyway?”


“Don’ know . . . just sounds cheeky,” Spike said with a sigh.


“That’s the best ya got? Cheeky?” Buffy asked him raised brows.


Spike just shrugged.


“Billy, it is, then,” she announced before taking Danielle from Spike’s arms and laying her down in the second bassinet.


Spike sighed, shook his head and then smiled. “You’re bloody insufferable, ya’ know that doncha?”


Buffy smiled back at him. “Of course, that’s why you love me so much.”



Later that night, after they finally got the babies and Annie to sleep, Spike lit the candles in their room and put on some soft music as he waited for Buffy to get her shower.  He lay on their bed wearing his PJ bottoms as he waited for her, thinking of how close he’d come to losing her, again.  Is this how their whole life would be?  One life-threatening crisis after another? 


As The Slayer, Buffy would be considered a relic at twenty three. She’d certainly lived well past the average for a Slayer and having three children was beyond anything any other Slayer could ever imagine.  Not only did Buffy have to face the demons and devils of the world, but she’d taken on the additional challenges, and dangers, of having a family.


There had been some close calls over the century he’d been with Dru . . . the last in Prague being the worst, but it hadn’t been such a constant barrage of threats and it was just the two of them to worry about.  Now there was so much more to consider with Annie and the twins.  Spike knew his destiny was at Buffy’s side . . . there was no doubt in his heart or soul about that.  He just hoped that he was man enough – or demon enough – to rise to the challenge and keep her, and their children, safe from harm.


As strong and smart as Buffy was, Spike knew from experience, that the thing that made her different from other Slayers were her ties to this world; friends and family – all the people that loved her and helped her, which included him.  Slayers were typically solitary creatures . . . “she alone stands against the demons.”  Buffy had never been truly alone in her stand against the demons, even when she was the one and only Slayer – she’d always had her friends and family.


Spike’s mind flashed back to the night in the high school when Buffy’s mum smacked him over the head with that axe and he had to smile. 


“Thank God,” he said aloud just as Buffy stepped in the door.


“Thank God what?” Buffy asked as she closed the door behind her.  “Thank God I didn’t use all the hot water?  ‘Cause, you’d be wrong about that . . . I think I ‘lather-rinse-repeat’ed like five times before my hair felt clean.” 


Spike smiled at her and got up to meet her. “Thank God you Summers women are all tuff birds.  Billy’s gonna have it rough with the lot of you ‘round ‘ere.”


Buffy smiled at Spike’s use of “Billy”. “Yeah, and what about you?  You gonna have it rough with all us Summers women?” Buffy asked as she wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck.


Spike wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. “Well . . . it’s my cross to bear, I suppose – just like me being this good-lookin’ and athletic,” he said with a smile. “There’s some things ya’ jus’ have to learn to live with.”


Buffy rolled her eyes then laid her head against Spike’s hard chest and closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his arms around her, of his body against hers – she had missed him so much.


“I missed you, Buffy,” Spike murmured as he dropped a soft kiss on top of her head.  “I love you, Slayer.”


“I love you too, Slayee,” Buffy said, looking up at him with a sly smile. Buffy captured his lips in an eager kiss and slid her tongue into his mouth to taste him as he swirled his tongue around hers in a silent tango.


Buffy loved how Spike smelled and tasted . . . nothing else in the world was Spike. At once earthy and spicy with a hint of tobacco . . .  he never could give that up completely, but it didn’t matter, because that’s what made Spike Spike and she loved it all.  The memory of the very first night they’d been together . . . the night he gave her one of his shirts to wear after Angelus had slashed hers, flashed through Buffy’s mind.  She’d loved how that shirt smelled . . . how he smelled, even then.


Laying in the coma after having the twins, Buffy knew that Spike was there with her.  She could feel his presence tingling down her spine, she knew when he would leave, too . . . the tingling would stop and she prayed that he’d come back  - and he always did.  She could hear him talking and singing . . . although she was never sure if it was really him she heard or if she was dreaming it. Everything was so fuzzy.  She remembered words to a song, Please forgive me, I know not what I do, Please forgive me, I can't stop lovin' you, but she still wasn’t sure if that was real or something her mind made up.


Even though she could hear Spike’s voice there and sense his presence, and, from time to time, she’d get a small glimpse of him and even feel his hand in hers for brief moments – she could never hold him– never inhale his scent – never taste him.  The feeling of being in his arms, and that taste and scent that was no one but Spike, was out of her reach.


She kept trying to find her way back to him – back into his arms.  Buffy remembered wandering through dark caves and labyrinths for what seemed like months as she followed his voice and let him lead her out.  Sometimes she’d get so tired that she would just have to sit down on a rock and rest.  She wondered if she would ever really get out of the maze of caves – out of the darkness that she was surrounded by. She wasn’t even sure if she was just imagining Spike’s voice and wandering around in circles the whole time.  But, every time she was on the verge of simply giving up, that’s when she would hear him singing to her or feel his hand in hers or get a quick glimpse of him waiting for her in the shadows ahead and she would will herself back to her feet and begin anew.


Buffy pressed her body harder against Spike’s . . . she wanted to feel him, all of him, against her, holding her in his strong arms, loving her . . . God she missed that so much – it seemed like she’d been gone so very long. 


“You sure? You ok? You don’ have to . . .” Spike whispered to her as he pulled away from the kiss and began swirling his tongue in small circles behind her ear as he held her body against his.


“Yes . . . fine . . . very sure . . . need you,” Buffy replied breathlessly as she tilted her head to the side with a moan, allowing Spike free access to the sensitive skin behind her ear.


Spike slid his hands under the robe Buffy was wearing, running them lightly down her sides, tracing the curves of her body from her full breasts, down to her waist and all the way to the flare of her hips as he continued to swirl small circles of fire down her neck from her ear to her collar bone. 


His touch sent shivers down her spine and made her whole body tingle in anticipation of having him in her.  Buffy moaned as she reached down between them and felt his cock straining hard against his PJ’s. Spike gasped against her skin as Buffy slid her hand down the front of his pants, wrapped her hand around his cock and began slowly stroking up and down his hard length.


“God, Buffy . . .” Spike moaned as he leaned down and twirled his tongue around one hard nipple and started to slide the robe off her shoulders with his hands. 


Buffy suddenly pulled her hand away and backed up pulling the robe closed as she moved towards the bank of candles on the dresser.


“What’s wrong, luv?  Did I hurt you?” Spike asked with concern, as he moved behind her.


“No . . . no, not at all . . . it’s nothing . . .” Buffy mumbled as she blew the candles out and put the room in total darkness before turning back to him.  Buffy slid her hands under the elastic of his PJ’s and slid them down his thin hips and Spike stepped out of them as he slid his hands under her robe and dropped it to the floor.


Buffy wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck, pulled herself up on her tiptoes and pressed her body against his as she began dropping soft kisses all over his face. She pressed her lips softly against his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his forehead, his square chin and traced the sharp lines of his cheekbones with her tongue before stopping and hovering her mouth over his.


“Thank you for leading me home,” she whispered to him, her lips brushing his as she spoke. “I wouldn’t have found my way back without you.” 


Spike traced the curve of her lips slowly with his tongue. “I’ll always be here for you, Buffy,” he whispered back to her before slipping his tongue between her lips and into her heat. Taking her lips in a slow, sensuous kiss, Spike pulled her body even harder against his with strong arms as she moaned against his mouth – every cell in her body felt like it was on fire . . . and only Spike could quench it.


Buffy turned them so Spike’s back was to the bed and pushed him backwards until the back of his knees hit it and he fell onto his back, bringing her down with him.


“Need you now,” Buffy moaned against his lips as she straddled his hips with hers before lifting up and positioning herself over his thick, hard rod. Spike reached a hand between them and guided his cock into her as she slowly lowered herself down on him, enveloping him, inch by tantalizing inch, in her wet heat with a throaty moan. 


“God Buffy . . .” Spike moaned in a deep, rumbling voice as his hands went to her hips and he began lightly caressing her skin from her ass down her thighs and back again.  With Spike buried deep inside her, Buffy stopped moving and just let the feeling of completeness wash over her.  How he could always make her feel this way, she didn’t know . . . but he always did.  It was like without him, there was a piece of her that was missing and when he was in her she felt whole – complete. He completed her.


Buffy leaned forward and took Spike’s lips in a soft kiss as he continued to caress her soft skin, trailing his hands up her back to her shoulders and slowly back down to her hips.  “You make me feel safe and loved . . . you complete me. I love you, Spike,” Buffy whispered against his lips as she began to move her hips slowly back and forth on him.


“You are my soul, Buffy . . . without you, I’m nuthin’ but a shell of a man. I’ll always love you,” Spike murmured to her as she continued to move her hips slowly up and down on his hard length. 


“Take me to heaven . . .” Buffy mumbled against his lips as she began moving her hips faster, coming down against him harder, pounding his cock deep into her core. In one deft motion, Spike flipped them over – holding her hips against him and keeping his cock buried in her burning channel. 


Spike pressed Buffy’s legs up high against her chest and she hooked them over his shoulders, opening herself to him completely and letting him take over control of their lovemaking. Spike went back to long, slow strokes; pressing his cock deep within her before pulling nearly out and then pressing back into her again.


“You’re so bloody beautiful . . . so hot . . . so fucking tight . . . always so wet for me . . . God Buffy, I love being in you . . . what you do to me . . . feeling you under me . . . you are my heaven . . . cum for me, Buffy . . . cum for me . . .”


The words drizzled from Spike’s tongue like warm caramel as he began moving faster and faster until he was hammering into her with unrestrained lust and desire. His pelvic bone pounded down hard on her sensitive clit as she clung to his arms and raised her own hips up to met his on each stroke.


“Yes, Spike! God . . . . YES . . . Fuck!  Harder! More . . . Spike . . . more, baby! Take me . . . MORE . . . YESSSSS! ” Buffy screamed at him as she felt that tingle in her pussy swell and begin to expand, sending wave after wave of pleasure out from her core to every cell in her body. Buffy’s words deteriorated into screams of pleasure as she climaxed and the feeling of falling into heaven overtook her entire body like a tsunami after an earthquake . . . an earthquake named Spike


Spike continued to pound into her hard and fast as her pussy tightened around his rock-hard cock, squeezing him harder and harder as wave after wave of bliss washed over her body.  Spike brought his demon up so he could see her face in the dark as her orgasm overtook her. He loved watching her cum – he thought she was never more beautiful than when she was cumming for him. He could see the utter love and rapture on her face . . . and he knew it was all for him. 


“Bite me!”  Buffy screamed at him as her orgasm began to fade. “Need you . . . all of you . . . now, Spike, NOW!”


Spike growled low and deep and pushed his body down hard against her, folding Buffy nearly in two as he pressed his lips against her neck just at the pulse point.  His sharp fangs sliced cleanly into her soft skin and her Slayer blood flowed into his mouth.  He growled even louder as the first drops hit his tongue and his hips began to slam into hers with renewed force – sending her once again over the brink of pleasure and into heaven. 


Buffy held Spike down against her body with her arms. His fangs slicing into her neck hurt momentarily but then the feeling swung around 180° to incredible erotic rapture and began lifting her higher and higher into the clouds of heaven until all she could feel was indescribable ecstasy. 


She screamed loud and long – as if not releasing some of the bliss would cause her whole body to explode from the pleasure of it. She clung to Spike fiercely as her hips bucked up of their own accord to meet his with every hard stroke as he drove his thick, hard cock into her.  Buffy’s whole body jerked and writhed under Spike as she came long and hard with his cock and fangs buried deep within her.


The taste of Buffy’s blood as she came, along with her screams of pleasure, and her body bucking and writhing wildly under him sent Spike over the edge – he couldn’t hold back any longer.  A deep, rumbling growl emanated from deep within him as he felt his cock fill with liquid fire and he began the dreamy fall into heaven with Buffy.


He slammed into her with a few final hard strokes as the volcano that had been building within him erupted and flooded his entire body with waves of molten pleasure. His cum filled her tight channel and spilled out as he continued to suck passionately at her neck and press his body down hard against hers.


As Buffy’s screams faded into long ragged breaths and her body’s convulsions slowed to small tremors, Spike pushed the demon down and nuzzled his mouth and tongue against the wounds on her neck to seal them.  His cock was still buried deep within her . . . the heat of her body against his skin felt like fire.


He rose up slightly to let her unhook her legs from his shoulders and she moved them down and wrapped them around his waist, still holding his spent cock tight within her burning core. Buffy wrapped her arms around his back and pulled Spike back down atop her.  She was still struggling to breathe . . . but she wanted his body touching hers, covering her, holding her . . . making her feel safe.


Spike closed his eyes and just let the feeling of her body warming his fill him with a feeling of happiness and belonging.  This was where he belonged; he had no doubt about that.  He wasn’t sure what he’d ever done to deserve to be her man . . . but he was sure that she was his soul – she held his heart in her hands – she completed him, as well.


Can you hear me out there?
Have you ever had someone who loved you
Never leave your side?
I know you'll be here because you love me, yes, you do

I'm givin' all my life and all my love if you
Promise me that you'll be here forever
I'll give you all of me, I'll give you everything
If you promise me you'll never leave me

What my friends say don't matter
You'll be right here from the start
And I'll get on my knees, I'll give you all of me
If you never leave my side, because

You love me, you complete me
You hold my heart in your hands
And it's okay 'cause I trust that
You'll be the best man that you can
Baby, you love me, yeah, oh yes, you do, yeah

And no matter what they ever say about you
I'm gonna stay by your side
Promise me no matter what they say about me
That you're gonna be here until the end of time

'Cause you held me down when nobody was around
And gave me all the love I need
So give me more, don't you ever leave
'Cause you complete me

I know, you love me, you complete me
You hold my heart in your hands
And it's okay 'cause I trust that
You'll be the best man that you can

'Cause you, give me my heart back
Give me my love back, baby
I want it all because it's never enough
Give me my heart, give me my love back
I want it all because it's never enough

You love me, you complete me
You hold my heart in your hands
And it's okay 'cause I trust that
You'll be the best man that you can

You love me, you complete me
You hold my heart in your hands
And it's okay 'cause I trust that
You'll be the best man that you can

And it's okay
I know you do, I know you do
Yes, you do, I need you, too
Yeah, I love you, baby, ohh


You Complete Me By Keyshai Cole





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