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Buffy was pissed off as hell.
Angelus had gone too far this time. Trying to kill her was one thing...but Jenny Calendar...
Oh God...it's my fault...because I couldn't kill him...
She swallowed her tears, trying to focus on the task at hand. The night before, she had followed a minion to an abadoned mansion, where Angelus had set up shop after Giles had torched the factory for killing Jenny.
Nice place...a step up, I must admit, She thought, brushing her hair out of her eyes, the mid-day sun shining merrily. She wanted to make sure she'd catch him at home.
She climbed through a window with little difficulty, glancing around the long hallway. She didn't sense any vamps nearby and guessed that maybe they were sleeping in the rooms upstairs.
She started to go towards the stairs, but paused when she heard a low moan.
Thinking it was one of Angelus' victims, she swore. Now it's a rescue mission...oh well...I can still kill him just as dead tomorrow...
She followed the sound to a room near the far end of the mansion, and quietly pushed open the door, just in case someone was guarding or feeding from the person trapped there.
She froze suddenly, her eyes widening. The moans hadn't been coming from a victim at all!
Spike was sitting in a chair, staring transfixedly at a TV screen, slowly stroking his hard length. She stared at him for several seconds, her mouth going dry. She hadn't seen a real penis before, except for the ones in one of Xander's magazines and it had been dark when she and Angel had made love.
And she definitly hadn't seen anything like Spike's before.
His hand was fastened around his hard cock, pumping rapidly as he was already nearing his release, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at the TV. It was very pale, almost translucent, and thin, blue veins ran through it from the base to tip.
He was uncircumsied, and when his fingers brushed against the head, the tip of his penis would peek out briefly, the tip glistening with pre-cum. The base was nestled in a nest of crisp, black curls, his balls laying in the deep nest of hair.
Buffy started to back out, deciding retreat was a good option at this point, God...he's looks so sex...whoa! Buffy! That's your mortal enemy!
She was about to turn when she caught a glimpse of the TV in a mirror hanging over the headboard of Spike's bed, which seemed really out of place in a vampire's bedroom. On the screen, he was watching a video tape of her fighting in a pumpkin patch!
Just as she staked the vampire with a sign advertising pumpkins, Spike climaxed, shouting her name as he bucked his hips, his body arching forward off the chair with the force of it.
Buffy gasped, trying to cover her eyes and ears at the same time, he screamed my name! OH MY..."GAWD!" She inardventatly shouted out the last part, and Spike's eyes shot towards her, and he yelped as he scrambled to his feet, trying to shove himself back in his pants as Buffy stared at him with wide eyes.
He jerked up the zipper on his jeans, and then his eyes went almost comically wide as he howled in pain, "MY DICK! I CUT OFF MY BLOODY DICK!"
He started to hop around, screaming about his poor cock as Buffy stared at him in horrified fasicination, wondering if she should stake him, kick his ass or just keel over and start laughing at the caught vampire.
Laughter run out as Spike stubbed his toe on the chair, then tried to hold his foot and damaged package at the same time, hopping up and down on one leg.
She collapsed against the wall, laughing hysterically as he glared at her, trying to loosen the zipper without damaging himself further and finally managed. He looked down at himself, moaning at the sight of bloody, railroad tracks running along his shaft before carefully tucking himself back in, and slowly closing the zipper.
"Stop laughing!" He snarled at her, slamming the door closed in case any of the minions came to investigate the screams of agony, "Get your dick caught in a zipper and see how funny it is!"
She finally sobered and straightened herself up, "You're gross!" She shouted at him, "You were jacking off to a video of me fighting! What kind of sicko are you?"
"I'm a vampire, genius! I get off on violence!" He smirked at her, "But glad to see you stayed and enjoyed the show."
Buffy's mouth dropped open, but she composed herself, "I was so disgusted I couldn't move!"
"Ah! So you did sit there and watch me!" He stalked towards her slowly, and she backed away from him, eyeing his quick, graceful movements warily. He was like a huge jungle cat that was stalking his prey. For some reason, the thought made her shiver and flush a bit.
"What's wrong, luv? The poof left you unfullfilled?" He asked with a seductive purr, and Buffy's eyes widened as she was backed against the door, "No! And you shut up about Angel! You don't know anything!"
"I know he's fucking Dru into oblivion upstairs," Spike sneered at her, "Whole reason I'm down here, wanking off to bloody videos!"
"You're a pig, Spike!" She grabbed the tape out of his VCR and his eyes widened as she smashed it on the ground, "Hey! How 'bout a little respect for property, Slayer?!"
"You're not doing that to a video of me anymore!" Buffy shuddered, "It's sick!"
"Oh, right...so you're allowed to fantasize about me and get yourself off to Rob Zombie, but I can't do the same?"
Buffy's face went several shades pale before flaring red, her mouth dropping open as she stuttered, "You...you..."
"Yep," Spike chuckled, bracing himself against the door, hands on either side of her head, not quite trapping her, but close, "Saw it all, luv..."
"You...you...pig!"
"Hey, I was coming to you for an idea to get rid of Peaches...not my fault you don't close your blinds...course, it explained while my dear, old Sire likes to spend his time in a tree like a bleeding squirrel..."
"Oh God..." Buffy covered her face with her hands, "This cannot get more humilating!"
"Nonsense, pet," Spike gripped her hands and moved them away from her face, forcing her too look at him, "You should never be ashamed of yourself for that...'tis natural."
"Not for me it isn't!" She shook her head, "And I'm not supposed to have an audience!"
Spike chuckled, "Luv, it can be fun with a bit of an audience..."
"EW!"
He shrugged, "Suit yourself," He looked down over her body with a leer, "Course, I wouldn't mind a encore presantation..."
"In your dreams, fang-breath!" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest as if to protect it from his gaze, "Believe me, they'll be no more free shows..."
"Hmm...one question...Buffy...why were you thinking about me?"
Her eyes widened a bit when he used her real name, "Wh-what...?!"
Ah, innocent route...all right, Spikey can play that, baby, He smirked evilly, leaning towards her and whispering in her ear, "When you had your bloody fingers shoved so far up you, you could have probably felt them in the back of your throat...you screamed my name, not the Poof's, not the Watcher's...not even the Whelp's...you screamed MY name."
"Oh God..." She repeated, flushing even deeper, more in part to the way his cool breath tickled the hairs on the side of her neck and his proximity to her, then by his words. Wrong, Buffy...wrong, wrongwrongwrongwrong..."Don't get all excited, Spike...it was just...why in the hell am I even talking to you about this?!" She shoved him away angrily, "It's none of your business!"
Spike chuckled, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Have it your way, pet," He said with a shrug, "I guess it's just the effect I have on women!"
"What? Revulsion and nausea?"
"You weren't screaming in disgust, pet," He chuckled when her face went even more red, thinking she looked beautiful all hot and flustered, and he lowered his voice, "You know...vampires have a great sense of smell, pet," he told, stepping towards her again, and pressing his body against hers, whispering, "I can smell that you want me."
She gasped when her stomach came into contact with the hard bulge in his pants, and Spike stilfled a groan of pain at the contact. He really hoped he hadn't done any permanant damage.
I'll bloody kiss the guy who invents velcro fastening jeans...
"Come on, Slayer...admit it..." He put on his best, ultra-sexy smirk, "Why deny that you want me?"
"Get. Away. From. Me." She bit out angrily, and Spike arched an eyebrow before grabbing her by the back of her head and smashing his lips against hers, brutally thrusting his tongue into her mouth and dragging it across the roof of her mouth.
She punched at his chest weakly, but didn't try too hard to dislodge him as a moan started in the back of her throat as Spike pressed her farther against the door, his erection rubbing against her.
She finally gave in, her tongue curling around his, and she gasped lightly when one of his hands cupped a breast, his fingers brushing against the nipple, making it pebble through her shirt.
She tore away from his mouth to breathe and he nuzzled her throat before nipping at it lightly, his hands dropping down to her waist.
In the brief reprieve, Buffy's eyes widened as she came to her senses, realizing she was about to have sex with Spike, of all people.
"No!" She shoved him away, and he looked confused as she tore open the door and sprinted out. He peeked out the door into the hall, watching as she climbed out a window, a disappointed look crossing his face.
"Bloody hell!" He snarled, slamming the door closed, wincing as his still sore member rubbed against his zipper. "This is all your fault, you know," He accused his dick, "Lusting after the Slayer...are you insane?!"
His penis didn't answer him and Spike sighed, "Right...thought as much...bloody nuisance you are..."
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