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Buffy moaned as her body arched upwards off the bed, cool hands traveling down her body. It was dark in Angel's apartment, hiding her lover from view. She felt him kiss her throat, his hands gentle on her as he whispered in her ear, "I love you, Buffy."
"Angel..." She sighed softly as he kissed the top of one breast before fastening his mouth around the hardened nipple, and her hands threaded into his short, brown hair as he suckled her. He moved back up her body to kiss her and her hands slipped down to skim along his broad back, feeling the hard, bulging muscles ripple beneath her fingertips.
He kissed down her soft, smooth skin, his tongue dipping into her navel, her eyes widening as she arched towards him in an unconcious, feminine gesture.
He lovingly parted her thighs, smiling as he dipped his head down to her womanhood, his tongue running along her soft, feminine folds and she moaned out his name as the tip of his tongue pressed against her clit.
She closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to overwhelm her as he expertly aroused her, bringing her to the edge, and forcing her back again. She was soon wriggling and mewling in protest and his chuckle rumbled in the room as he sucked the small pearl of flesh into his mouth.
She arched upwards as her orgasm rolled through her, her body going rigid with the sweetness of it. She was shaking as he slid up her body, positioning his hard shaft at the position of her virgin entrance, "I love you," He told her again, and she smiled, closing her eyes as he kissed her eyelids before gently easing into her, holding her tightly as she tensed against him when he broke her maidenhead, the slight smell of blood filling the room.
When the pain eased, he moved within her slowly, staring down at her upturned face, her eyes still closed and her lips curled in a blissful smile.
Buffy felt him nuzzling her throat, and she gripped his shoulders, holding him to her as he made love to her. Her hands then traveled down his lean back, nails scraping lightly over his pale, marblesque skin.
He growled, kissing her as he thrust into her, the small flames fanning themselves into an inferno. "Oh God..." She breathed, her entire body feeling like it was burning, and her lover chuckled, gently nipping her earlobe before whispering in her ear, "Come for me, Slayer."
She almost exploded at his words, her hips raising up to meet his sharp thrusts as he neared his own release, her eyes shooting open, meeting a pair of deep, blue ones, threaded through with yellow.
She screamed his name as another orgasm slammed into her, more intense then the first as his cold seed spilled into her hot womb, "SPIKE!"
"Slayer," He growled, sinking his fangs into her throat, and she gasped, nearly screaming at the intense wave of pleasure that engulfed her at his bite, nearly blacking out as he withdrew his fangs, lovingly lapping at the mark he left on her...
"Buffy!"
Buffy's eyes shot open with a scream as she tried to jump out of bed. However, she was tangled in her blankets, and yelped as she pitched over the side, landing on the floor with a pained grunt.
"Are you all right, honey?" Joyce looked concerned, and Buffy grinned sheepishly, "Um...yeah...sorta..."
"Well, you're late for school," Joyce looked doubtful to her daughter's sanity, leaving the room, and Buffy groaned, shaking her head, mentally reminding herself to get her head checked. It was one thing to fantasize about Spike, another to dream about him!
Bad Buffy...bad, bad, bad Buffy!
Willow watched worriedly as Buffy thumped her head repeatedly against her locking, muttering quiet obsencities underneath her breath.
"Um...Buffy...? People are staring."
"Don't care," The Slayer mumbled, still banging her head against the locker.
"I'm sensing something's wrong in the Buffyverse," Willow observed, and Buffy gave her look, "Really? What tipped you off?"
"Well...the big clue was you attempting to give yourself a concussion..."
Buffy groaned, shaking her head as she grabbed her book-bag. "Can you keep a major, huge secret?"
"Um..." Willow's eyes widened, "Secrets aren't good...secrets equal big trauma on my part...secrets make me itchy..."
"Willow!"
She smiled sheepishly, "Sorry...sure...no one will know...promise..."
Buffy nodded in relief, "Um...okay...since...Angel and I...uh...you know..."
"Screwed yourselves silly?"
Buffy gaped at her, and Willow smiled, "Sorry...Xander's rubbing off on me."
"Okay...since Angel and I did it...and he lost his soul...um...I...kinda...to deal...when I get you know...kinda...um..."
"Hot and bothered."
"Yeah," Buffy gave her friend an odd look, but she only nodded wisely, and Buffy sighed, "When I get like that...instead...of thinking of Angel...like usual...um...I think of someone else..."
"That's not so bad," Willow assured her, "Sometimes when I...you know...I think about Brad Pitt."
"This is worse then Brad Pitt...this is a real-life guy..."
"Oh. Sometimes I think about Xander...but that was pre-Oz...now there's only Oz...and sometimes Mel."
"At the same time?"
"No...wait, you don't..."
"NO!" Buffy looked horrified, "I'm so not into that. No...it's...um...Spike..."
"Spike?!" Willow squaked, her eyes widening.
"What about Spike?" Xander asked, coming up behind them, and Buffy paled, "We didn't say Spike...we said..."
"Pike!" Willow supplied, not too helpfully, "Um...we were...talking about Pikes..."
"You were talking about fish?" Xander looked confused, and Willow inwardly swore, "Yep...me and Buffy...were thinking...um...about fishing...cause fishing is fun."
"Fishing..." Xander shook his head, "You girls are nuts," He muttered, breaking off to head into class, and Willow yanked Buffy into the bathroom, not caring they were going to be late. "Spill! You're having naughty thoughts about Spike!"
"It gets worse," Buffy groaned, sitting on the sink, "Really worse..."
"Okay...I can handle this...please...go on..."
"Um...one night...apparently...I was...uh...you know...and Spike saw me..."
"Verging on the not-handling...!"
"He was peeping in my room!" Buffy defended herself, her face bright red, "And I didn't know he was there, I swear! And Angel's been doing it too, according to him...'
"Wait! You talked to him?!"
Buffy groaned again, much louder this time, "That's the really, really, really, really, really bad part..."
"Oh Goddess..."
"Um...after Miss Calendar died...I found out where they were hiding out...and I went to kill Angelus..well...um...got a little lost...and um...ended up in Spike's room..." She looked down at her hands, swallowing heavily, "And he...was...um...doing the guy version of what we do...to...a video tape of me fighting..."
"EW!"
"Yeah, that was my reaction..." Buffy shuddered at the memory, and was horrified to find it wasn't an unpleasant shudder. "And then...we kinda fought..."
"Like fists?"
"More like me being embaressed out of my mind and incredibly pissed, and him taunting me," She shook her head, blushing even more, "And then we kissed..."
"YOU KISSED SPIKE?!" Willow screamed, and Buffy flinched, "Loud enough, Wills?!"
"Sorry...but Spike! Spike's evil! Spike's bad! An-and...evil!"
"You said that already!"
"He's really evil!"
"I know," Buffy thumped her forehead against the mirror, "And it was a really good kiss too..."
"AAAHHHHH!"
"Willow! Calm down!"
"Sorry!" She took a deep breath, all right...so...Buffy kissed Spike...that's not so...bad...it's not like she...oh Goddess..."You didn't sleep with him, did you?"
"What!? God, no! How could you say that?!"
"Sorry, it was...um...right...stupid question..." Willow stammered, "That's not so bad then, I guess..."
"And I had a dream...with Spike...um...you know...me...him...lots of touching...bad touching...really, really..." She got a faroff look on her face as she thought of her dream, "Really...bad...kinda...good...touching..."
"Kinda good?"
Buffy jerked her attention back to Willow, "What? No! Bad!"
"You said kinda good!"
"No, I didn't!"
"Yes you did! That was a definite good! Oh my God! You're hot for Spike!"
"No, I'm not!"
"You soooo are!" Willow grinned suddenly, "Buffy and Spike sitting in a tree...K I S S I N G!"
"Shut up!"
"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage!"
"Willow, how old ARE you?!" Buffy asked, unable to keep from smiling, "That was so lame!"
"You want him...in a bad...carpe diem-ing kinda way!"
"No, I don't!"
"Uh-uh!"
"Na-uh!"
"Uh-uh!"
"Na-uh!"
"Uh-uh!"
"Na-uh!"
"Uh-uh, infinity! You want to jump his undead, British bones!"
"NA-UH!"
"UH-UH!"
"NA-UH!"
"UH-UH!"
Willow accompained Buffy on patrol that night, smiling knowingly at her friend. "Uh-uh."
"Stop it!" Buffy glared at her, "For the six millionith time, I'm not having impure thoughts about Spike!"
Willow giggled, deciding she had teased her friend enough. At least for the next five minutes.
"Okay, okay, you win...you're not having impure thoughts about Spike."
"Oh, I so am."
Willow started to giggle again and Buffy grinned at her, deciding to share a bit more. She was in a much better mood, having got everything off her chest with her best friend, who was so surprisingly understanding. "He was really big too...way bigger then Angel."
Willow's eyes widened, "Way too many details, Buffy!"
Sensing a way to torture her, Buffy's grin widened, "Bet he could make me scream in a minute!"
"I"m not listening!" Willow covered her ears, "La la la la la!"
Buffy fell into silence, and Willow dropped her hands, and Buffy smiled evilly, "He was sooo hot...bet he's great in the sack..."
"LALALALA!" Willow sang, sprinting across the cemetary, her hands over her ears as Buffy called out, "He's a big sexy hunk of man!"
Angelus snarled, looking after the two girls he had been following before whirling and stalking back towards the mansion.
He didn't know when Buffy had the opportunity to see his Childe naked, but he was going to make sure he paid for it!
Spike was lounging in bed, reading a book, and he looked up as Angelus came in, and smirked at his Sire, "What's wrong, Peaches?" He asked, seeing his murderous look, "Slayer kick your arse again?"
Angelus slammed the door with a snarl, and Spike immediately become wary, getting to his feet, "Wot?"
"I heard Buffy and her cute little friend having a discussion in the cemetary," Angelus said casually, picking up a book off his shelf, and glancing at the title, "Bram Stoker's Dracula...sense of humour, Spike?"
Spike shrugged, inching towards the door, "The git knew his stuff..."
"Me, on the other hand, as you know, have absolutly no sense of humour."
"Uh-uh," Spike paled slightly as Angelus turned his black, smoldering eyes on him, "What's this about, Peaches?"
"You know, I've always hated that nickname," He swung the book suddenly, the heavily bound volume connecting with the side of Spike's face.
Spike stumbled back in surprise, his eyes widening. "You know what I heard Buffy talking about in the graveyard, Spike?" He snarled angrily, and Spike took a step back, shit...goddamn girls and their stupid talks...
"Wot?" He asked, casting about the room for a weapon to use against his Sire, inwardly knowing he wasn't strong enough to kill him.
Angelus snarled, vamping out as he lunged at Spike, throwing his Childe against the wall and pinning him there. "YOU ARE NOT TO TOUCH WHAT IS MINE!" He roared in fury, "BUFFY BELONGS TO ME, YOU LITTLE ARROGANT PRICK!"
Spike struggled against him, sneering at his Sire, "When have I ever listened to you, you pillock! I'll do what and whom I like!"
Angelus backhanded him, breaking his nose, and Spike glared at him as he spat a wad of saliva and blood on the ground. "What are you gonna do about it, Peaches?"
"Time to instill some respect in you, m'boy," Angelus leered at him, cupping his chin in his hand, and squeezing till tears of pain sprung to Spike's eyes, "Obviously, my teachings haven't left their mark on you. It's time you remember who you belong to, Will."
Spike's eyes widened slightly, and Angelus lifted him up by the neck and slammed him into the wall several times, giving his skull a few cracks for good measure.
He flung Spike towards his bed, and the vampire grunted as he slammed into the headboard, then rolled off, shakily trying to regain his footing, his legs protesting slightly.
"Fuck you," Spike hissed, "I haven't been yours! Ever!"
"I made you, Spike and I can destroy you!"
"Nice God complex you got going for you there," Spike snapped at him, "Why don't you go to hell?!"
Angelus moved smoothly towards him, his eyes narrowed and a malignant smirk on his face, "You can keep talking, Spike, but you're just going to get yourself in more trouble."
"Fuck off!"
Angelus lunged and Spike threw a punch, but Angelus caught his fist and used the blond's momentum to whirl him around, trapping him in a half-nelson that he couldn't break. He bent him over the bed, and Spike struggled futily, his eyes going wide when he realized what Angelus was about to do, "Get off me, you fucking bastard!" He snarled in desperation.
Angelus smashed his face against the mattress, holding him by the back of his neck as he tore Spike's shirts off him, leaving remnants of cloth still attached to him. "Did you touch her, Spike?" He hissed in his Childe's ear before raking his teeth along Spike's spine, drawing blood, then lapping it up, immediately hardening at the power in the fellow master's blood.
"No!" He snapped, "Now let me go, you bloody wanker!"
"I don't think so, m'boy," Angelus stripped him of his trousers, eyeing his Childe's backside appreciatevely, remembering why he had turned him all those years ago. He was a beautiful work of art, he could give him that. No permanant scarring then...just a little something to remind him who's in charge around here.
"You better not be lying to me, Spike...cause before I rip the whorish bitch's tongue out, I'm going to ask her the same!"
Spike tensed, his eyes narrowing, "Don't fucking call her that!" He shouted, then blinked in surprise. W hy in the hell had he said that? Why would he care if Angelus called the Slayer a whore or not?
Angelus smirked, running his hand down Spike's firm backside, before smacking it, satisfied with the loud sound it produced as Spike jumped in surprise, "You don't give the orders around here, boy, not anymore," Angelus growled, letting go of his neck to spread his cheeks apart, grinning darkly as he thrust viciously into his Childe.
Spike eyes shot open as delicate flesh was torn, blood beginning to run down his thighs, "AAAAAHHH! BLOODY HELL!" He nearly screamed in pain, not having done that in nearly half a century.
Angelus chuckled, driving into him as hard as he could, his balls slapping against the back of Spike's legs as the smaller vampire squirmed beneath him, and he once again brought his hand down across Spike's buttocks again. "Stop moving, you little slut!"
Spike slammed his eyes shut, biting his lip against the pain as his Sire raped him, tears of pain threatening to spill, but he refused Angelus the satisfication. He only wanted him to finish and leave him alone, but he knew once his Sire finished, he was going to be in for a worse time.
Angelus grunted as Spike's tight, rectal muscles squeezed around him, taking great pleasure in his Childe's pain and humilation. "Just wait, Spike," He purred in his ear, stroking his white blond hair with a dark chuckle, "It gets worse."
Buffy yawned tiredly as she locked the front door behind her, glad her mother had left that morning on a buying trip. She could sleep in a lot more, not having to do the obligatory 'mother-daughter' breakfast that had become a ritual since she had been expelled from Hemery High.
She yawned again as she flopped down on the couch in the living room, flipping on the tv, and grinning when she saw that Bram Stoker's Dracula was on. The newer version with Gary Oldman and Keanu.
Oh...hottie alert...
She sighed when someone rung her doorbell, flipping off the TV as she got back up. She went towards the door, and opened it, "Giles...unless the world is ending..." She froze when she saw who was on her doorstep.
Spike was leaning against the invisible barrier for support, his face cut and battered, his chest bare and criss-crossed with what looked like whip-marks, and his entire body was covered in blood.
"Oh God..." She breathed, and Spike lifted his head weakly, "What happened to you?"
"Ang--" Spike coughed and she jumped when she saw blood fly out of his mouth, and he groaned, slipping down the barrier a bit.
"Angel--us did this to you?" She said in surprise, but before Spike could reply, he blacked out, and slid to the ground.
Buffy bit her lip, worrying it as she tried to think, then finally sighed, and mumbled a invite before pulling him indoors. With some difficulty, she got him to the couch and settled him on it, wincing at the sight of his wounds.
She headed to the phone, and after a brief discussion with Willy, convinced him to make a delivery to her house. When she turned around again, Spike was struggling to sit up, and she immediately moved to his side, "Willy's bringing blood," She told him, helping him into an upright position, and Spike nodded weakly, "Tha-thanks..."
"What happened? Why would he do this to you?" Buffy asked, frowning as Spike shifted on his butt before settling on the outside of his thigh. "He...heard you and the redhead in the cemetary...oh God..." Spike felt a fresh wave of pain wash over him, and his vision swimmed.
"I'm sorry," She said sincerely, "I didn't know he was there...Jesus..."
"Luv...can...I get cleaned up somewhere?" He asked, and Buffy nodded, helping him to his feet, and helping him limp up the stairs.
She got him into the bathroom, and he stumbled out of her grasp, gripping the sink with a hiss. He tried to use it to prop himself up as he fumbled with the sweat pants he was wearing, but soon had to give up with a muffled swear.
Buffy blushed slightly, "Um...do you...need help...?"
Spike nodded, closing his eyes as Buffy bent and pulled his pants down around his ankles, tapping his feet alternatly so she could slide the material over his feet.
She frowned when she saw blood staining the pants, and straightened, gripping his shoulders and forcing him to turn around, then gasped, "Oh my God!"
"Forget it," Spike growled at her, jerking out of her grip only to stumble to sit on the toilet, hanging his head between his legs, waiting for the dizziness to pass.
"What did he do to you?" Buffy asked softly, feeling extremely guiltly, and Spike snorted, "Teaching me a lesson, pet," He replied, "Told me to stay away from you..."
A smile tugged at the edges of her lips, "So the first thing you do is come here?"
"Got no where else to go..." He muttered as Buffy ran the bath for him, "Can't stay there...he'll just do this to me again...and again...I got my pride, you know...even if it meant turning tail and asking my mortal enemy for help..."
Buffy nodded slowly, sighing softly, "I'm sorry," She said as the doorbell rang for the second time that night. "Can you handle it from here?"
Spike nodded, and she left him, leaving the door open just in case he needed help.
She opened the door, seeing Willy there, holding a few blood bags, grinning widely, "Hey, Buffy...entertaining friends?"
Her hand shot out and grabbed him around the throat, and the snitch squeaked in alarm, "If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you, you little weasel, got it?"
Willy nodded fearfully as Buffy took the bags, smiling sweetly as she tossed him a few bills, "Thank you, Willy."
She slammed the door in his face and made her way upstairs. Spike was in the tub, the water tinged pink with his blood, and he looked up as she peeked in, his face cleaned of blood. "Um..."
"Need help getting out," She guessed, wrapping an arm beneath his shoulders, and helping him to his feet. Spike winced in pain as he stepped out, and Buffy quickly toweled him dry, trying hard to not stare at his hard chest, unable to believe he still looked sexy covered in wounds.
Whoa girl...get a grip...he's injured...
She left him leaning against the wall and went into her room. She grabbed a baggy old t-shirt that she wore when she wanted to be dowdy, and found a pair of boxers that her father had left behind last time he visited and went back to him.
She helped him dress again, both of them remaining silent as Buffy helped him towards her bedroom. "You take the bed," She told him, and he shook his head, "No...I don't..."
"Just take it, Spike, I'll be fine on the floor," She assured him, not taking no for an answer, and he sighed as she set him down on it, and he immediately rolled to his stomach, ignoring the pain that laced through his chest from the lash marks.
She covered her window with a thick blanket, to keep him from waking up as a pile of dust. When she glanced at him again, he was asleep, and she laid out some blankets on the floor, and grabbed a pillow he wasn't using.
She paused, looking down at him. His long, black lashes cast shadows over his eyes, and he sighed in his sleep as he nestled his face into the pillow more firmly. With his damp, tousled hair, and peaceful features, he looked boyish and innocent, only the scar on his eyebrow dispelling the image, giving him a bad boy edge even in his sleep.
She touched his face, and he snuggled his cheek against the palm of her hand, and she sighed to herself, "Night, Spike," She muttered softly before going to her 'bed' for the night.
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