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A/N: This story will have elements of rape, slash, sex acts that may be considered kinky, threesomes, drug use not always portrayed as a bad thing, and probably a few more things one may find offensive. If any of this bothers you, feel free to read as long as you don't bitch about it.

This story will be mainly and finally Spuffy, but Spike will screw around with a few other people, men included, and elements of Spara will be scattered throughout.

Please review, it makes me all warm inside, and constructive criticism is always helpful. Enjoy!

"Throw my ticket out the window,
Throw my suitcase out there, too,
Throw my troubles out the door,
I don't need them any more

'Cause tonight, I'll be staying here with you."

-Bob Dylan

5 Bedroom Home

We're looking for a 5th housemate to complete our strange home. Currently housing two writers, one artist, one poet, and one very anal accountant. Preferably someone with an open mind who's willing to share in the household chores and meet new people. Great house, lots of space and two excellent cooks. Only $350/mo, that includes room and board! Contact Anya at A.Jenkins@ucsunnydale.edu



I'm writing to you about the ad I read in the Chronicle about the need for a housemate and I think I'm your woman. I'm a sophomore, Art major/English minor and I don't think I can stomach the dorms for a second longer. You can e-mail me back at this address with any questions and I'd love to come meet you and everyone else if you're interested.


Elizabeth Summers



Everyone in the house is eager to meet you as any other candidate for housemate has turned out to be psychotic, annoying, too excited or not excited enough about our resident lovers, or worst of all, an old flame of somebody here.

Thank God no one recognized your name, we need a move-in ASAP to keep the rent down. If you'd like to come see the house and meet everyone, let me know what time is best for you, weekends are fine until about 8, then everyone usually leaves to find the increasingly elusive orgasm.

Anyhow, let me know as soon as you can, and I hope you love us and the house enough to pay to put up with everything.



It was three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon and Spike Giles was in love.

He was staring at the most beautiful sight he'd encountered in quite a long time. It was time he stopped mourning his past and moved on, and this dark beauty was just what he needed to do that.

Trouble was, did he have the money to afford such a sexy beast.

"Listen, kid, if you can't afford to put a down payment on her you can't take her for a test drive."

"Willie, listen man, I just need a few days to get some things in order, then I'll be able to put one hell of a down payment on this beauty, just please, don't promise her to anyone else."

Spike couldn't believe he had lowered himself to begging this lowlife for a beat up old black DeSoto that was obviously far past its prime. There was a time in his life when this would have seemed high class, but he was past all that, ready to start new. This car was the key to his new life, if only he could get the money.

"Spike, you know I'd love to do you a favor, but I gotta eat too. Get the money by tomorrow, or this baby's gonna be gone."

Spike sighed and ran his fingers through his bleach white locks. "I'll get it, I don't know how exactly, but I'll get the money. Just keep her hidden 'til tomorrow, got it?"

"You got it man."

Spike took one last lingering look at his dream machine and walked out of the car lot. He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Anya's number.

"Time I called in some favors."


"Spike, just wait, I have some news!"

"I don't give a bleedin' fuck about anything but my money Anya. You told me that I'd have it back by the first of this month, and here it is, the fifteenth and you've got nothing for me!"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you if-"

"No, I don't want to hear your excuses. You needed a loan to keep the house, and I wanted to help, but when push comes to shove, I need this car more than we all need to stay in an overpriced shack near campus!"

"Spike, just hold on-"

"No, I'm tired of holding on. I don't care who you get to move in, it can be Hitler for all I care, you just get somebody and quick, because I'm this close to pulling out of this place altogether!"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you if you'd shut the hell up for two seconds. We found somebody, some artist/writer, you'll like her. She's moving in tomorrow and she's even willing to pay for the whole month, so I've got your money sitting right here in front of me if you'd like to come pick it up and go buy that hideous hunk of metal you call a car."

Spike was silent for a moment, nothing this good ever happened to him when he desperately needed it to. Finally a slow grin spread across his face. "Bloody hell, Anya, I may just have to kiss this girl."


Buffy let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat off her brow as she sat, finally, on her bed in her new home. Moving was hell, granted it was much better than she had anticipated due to the fact that all of her new housemates except for the poet she hadn't met yet had unexpectedly offered to help, but hell nonetheless.

She had a good feeling about this place. It was homier than anywhere she'd ever lived except for her mother's home in Seattle, and the people seemed to be really caring and friendly. Tara and Willow, the couple living in the room across the hall from hers had to be the kindest people she'd met since coming to California, and Xander was a brotherly type goof that she'd automatically felt comfortable around. Anya was a little blunt and a little lazy, but she could tell that she cared deeply for her friends, even if she was hard pressed to admit it about Xander.

She still had yet to meet the elusive but obviously admired Spike, brother to Willow and true friend of all. From what she could tell from Tara's description, he was sensitive and vulnerable, but hid it all behind a rough exterior. Of course, Tara seemed to have a serious soft spot for the guy that no one else really shared, they all liked him well enough, but no one else would admit to seeing the softer side of Spike. If Buffy hadn't seen the way Tara and Willow were with each other, she would swear that Tara and Spike had something going on.

Buffy sat up as she heard a car pulling into the drive. More like a hunk of junk, she thought, upon seeing the old DeSoto halt near the garage. All disdain for the classic vanished however when she saw the driver step out and move toward the house.

"Please don't let that be Anya's orgasm friend." Not too tall, not too short, bleach blonde hair, black leather and the tightest body she'd ever seen in person. "Oh, yum, please tell me they call you Spike." Buffy hurried to make herself as presentable as possible, considering she'd just spent the entire day hauling boxes up and down too many stairs. She checked her outfit in the mirror and decided it was perfect for casual first meetings with a slightly sexy edge if she played it right and then walked downstairs as calmly as she could manage while images of adonis in leather danced through her head.

Xander was already speaking animatedly about the, apparently, new edition to the driveway when Buffy made her way into the kitchen with the rest of the house.

"I can't believe you actually bought it man."

"Yeah, well, when I say I'm gonna do something, I get it done. That beauty was made for me, wasn't gonna let some creep abuse her. She just needs some lovin', then she'll be as right as rain."

"God, you are so weird, I can't believe we're related," Willow said grinning as she walked in behind him.

"I'm weird? I get excited about normal things like cars, you go all crazy over chemistry experiments and a bit of chanting."

"We call it spell casting," Tara said looking at Spike in a way that made Buffy think there was definitely more to the story of those two than she'd been told. Spike's answering look confirmed her suspicions.

Suddenly his gaze fell on Buffy and they both could have sworn they felt an electric current run through them. "Someone going to introduce me?" he said in a lower, much more sexy than playful voice that made Buffy's knees turn to jell-o. He took a step closer to her and she had to fight to stay standing.

"I'm Buffy," she said softly, extending her hand to him. "I just moved in today."

Spike brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly, sending a tremor through them both at the contact. "Well, hello Buffy, I'm Spike."

"Hi," she managed to squeak out. God but he was even sexier up close.

"I have to thank you."

"For what," she said wrinkling her brow in way Spike found absolutely adorable.

"Because of you I was able to buy my dream car." He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "but I'm starting to think that she wasn't the most beautiful or exciting acquisition of the day." Spike leaned back and gave her another devastating grin before walking up the stairs, leaving a dazed Buffy and a very amused, very intrigued lot of housemates."


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