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Thanks so much for the kind words for my first Spike Blond adventure. There are lots more to come, so I hope you enjoy. Much love and gratitude to Lou for taking my rubbish and returning something palatable. She really rocks :)


You Only Unlive Twice

by Spikesdeb


Three months had passed since Buffy Summerpenny and Spike Blond had spent two idyllic weeks on a private Caribbean island. Sunnydale’s vampire population had been all but eradicated by the holy water sprinklers in the Bronze. One or two stragglers had missed the fealty ceremony, but even they had been picked off by the regular patrols. A few out of town vampires had heard of the slaughter and headed into the Hellmouth, determined to take over the throne vacated by Auric, and small pockets of the undead were beginning to re-emerge – resilient as ever.

W wasn’t overly concerned. A few vampires here and there helped keep agents on their toes with opportunities to test their field skills. It was only when the trickle became a deluge that she would mobilise a full assault.

Meanwhile, she had another situation. And she needed her best agent.

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It was nightfall outside the penthouse apartment of Agent 00666; tonight would be business. He’d already had the pleasure. Sitting on the side of the bed, he smoothed the rumpled covers and grabbed his watch and keys from the bedside cabinet. The covers were only smooth up to where they tangled about a tanned form, which now turned over to gaze at him drowsily.

“Mmmm, what time is it?” the sleepy voice asked him.

“Time for me to go to work, kitten. I’ll be back later – it’s just a briefing. W was on while you were in the bathroom earlier.”

“Why didn’t you say, I’ll get dressed…..…”

William the Bloody aka Spike Blond tilted his head and grinned at her, “Now let’s not be hasty.” He licked his lips, catching the fuller lower one between perfect teeth.

“Best get some rest while you can; I’ll be back before you know it.”

He leaned towards her to stroke her hair away from her face and kissed her, lingering on her lips just enough to make her pulse start to race. His senses tuned in to her delicious arousal. ‘Oh… just once more.’ God, if he didn’t go now, he never would. Regretfully, he forced himself to draw back from her embrace and taking her hand, kissed the palm.

Buffy watched as he raised himself from the bed, lean and lithe. Every movement he made connected with her groin and made her wetter – ‘Hands… wrist… putting on of watch…’ even simple things which couldn’t possibly be considered arousing were just so mmmmm.

As he reached the door, he tossed the keys into the air and catching them again in his left hand he spun round to fix her with his ice blue passion-filled eyes.

“And Buffy…………..when I do get back, you’d better be exactly where you are now.”

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Striding through the Magic Box, the spy negotiated all the identity scans with economical grace. Gaining access to the inner sanctum, he whistled a tune that had been going round and round in his head. Something about “resting in peace… slave...” He couldn’t remember the words exactly but the melody had a grip on him.

Reaching W’s office, he rapped lightly on the door then threw it open to make his grand entrance. W had her back to him, her left hand resting lightly on the desk, her right hand held aloft with her customary cheroot dangling between her fingers. William walked into the room to hear her talking softly. He assumed she had the telephone on speaker so swung around the desk to take his seat. He was startled to see that W was talking to a dark-haired young woman who was slumped in one of the overstuffed leather seats in front of W’s desk.

“Ah, 00666 – glad you could make it. Didn’t tear you away from anything did we?”

“Nothing that won’t keep, W.” He grinned at her and raised his eyebrow.

Willow wasn’t swayed by his charm. “Good. Now William – this new situation is extremely tricky. I’ll let Miss Layer go over our current information.”

The brunette was young but looked as if she knew her way around the block. She had large brown eyes and full lips which she moistened with the tip of her pink tongue. The dark hair was long, past the shoulders, with a slight kink……..and that description said it all. William would bet that ‘kink’ was her by-line.

As she uncurled herself from the chair and gripped his hand in a firm handshake, she fixed his eyes with her own for longer than was strictly polite and drawled at him, “The name’s Faith and you’d be the famous Blond I’ve heard so much about. Pleased to make your acquaintance… in the flesh.”

Her hand still grasped his and she resisted his pull as he tried to free it. After a few seconds she allowed him to retrieve his limb and resumed her seat, sweeping her appraising gaze across his body from top to toe as she did so.

Three months ago, William would have snapped up the offer that was so obviously being flaunted under his nose. She was a beauty, no doubt about it; all blatant sexuality and danger and quite clearly interested in him, whether by his reputation or otherwise. But this wasn’t three months ago; this was now, and he couldn’t help compare her to the petite blond occupying his thoughts and his bed.

As Faith Layer outlined the mission, William cringed. Buffy was not going to like this one little bit……….

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The female spy watched the interplay between W and Blond with interest. Hmm, he was certainly one hot piece of ass – although not in a body temperature way of course. She’d volunteered for this mission just so she could meet him. He thought he was the “Big Bad” – well, she was badder. And she was going to ride him until he popped like warm champagne and then toss him empty into the gutter………….

W addressed her again, rousing Faith from her musings. “So, Agent 69 – you can get into this commune, yes?”

“Yeah, the getting in is easy. As you know, I usually take care of the research end of things. I’m quite new at the fieldwork, trying to trade up to my “00” accreditation. Anyway, I know a few people from swapping info over the ‘net. They owe me favours. I’ve got all the access codes, the locations. I just need a fake husband to go with the fake name and the fake life. Couples only, W, that’s the rule. That’s why I need to borrow your man here – no offence.”

“None taken.” William fixed the woman with a calculating stare. She was good, no question, but kind of grabby. Cool, calm; no extreme emotions on show at all. Her heart rate hadn’t jumped once since she’d been in the room. She had control, which was plain to see. He just hoped she was as businesslike as she made out and didn’t turn into Octopussy once she got him alone.

“Tell me more, Faith, I’m still not clear on the set-up. London said you’d been given the contact by a double-agent from S.T.A.K.E.?”

The brunette nodded. Continuing, W asked, “And you’re sure the information comes from a reliable source?”

Faith Layer’s countenance was composed. Inside, she was giggling maniacally; of course the information was reliable – she wouldn’t lie to herself, now would she? This was going to be sooo easy.

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Buffy remained in bed, stretching and luxuriating in the satin sheets. William’s scent was all around her, on the covers, on her skin. She could see the ads now -- ‘Eau de William, the aphrodisiac fragrance.’ Again she felt the flood of moisture pooling between her legs! Good god – was it even possible for her body to produce that much liquid without causing a serious imbalance? ‘Wonder if I need those…what do you call ‘em? Electrolytes?’

Since that magical night in the Bronze three months ago her senses had been in a state of constant stimulation, her nerve endings raw with need and her skin on fire. Sure, she’d had boyfriends before but nothing to compare to this. He’d been away on two missions and risked W’s wrath each time by using the coded communications channel to speak to Buffy. Just a few words, an avowal of love and a promise of sexual acrobatics in the near future; enough to make her come as she listened to his velvet tones. But the fact that he was risking his un-life each time added a thrill of pleasure tinged with a shock of impending loss. The entire time they were out of touch, she felt hollow and alone and absolutely terrified that he wouldn’t be coming back. He was a double-0 agent; expendable as the mission dictated………but not to her.

Lying back on the indent he had left in the pillow, she thought back to their time on the Caribbean island. Blushing, she brought her hands up to cup her breasts, closing her eyes and remembering the first time they made love after leaving the Magic Box, not even waiting until the ‘plane had taken off. Then the Mile High Club – check; fucking in public – check; sucking him off under the table in a fancy restaurant – check; mutual fellatio on the veranda and getting caught by the maid – check; humid nights on the beach - check!

Letting her hands drift across her body, Buffy gasped as she tweaked her nipples into twin peaks of aching need, arching her back and lifting her hips to meet the imaginary William who was resting between her legs. Her open mouth let out a moan of pleasure as her closed eyes saw the face of her lover as he kissed her lips with bruising intensity, darting his cool tongue in between her teeth and nipping at her lower lip to drag it into his moist mouth.

“Mmmmm.”

Buffy kneaded her breasts together, crushing them in an almost painful grip before undulating her body and moving her left hand to sweep along her neck, the fingers tracing fire as she imagined cooler digits taking that path. Continuing upwards to caress her features, she darted out her tongue to capture her middle finger and snatch it into the warm wetness of her mouth, circling it and nibbling at its tip whilst imagining that she was looking up into azure blue eyes that burned with desire.

Moaning again, she slid her right hand down her toned abdomen and rippled among her neatly-trimmed curls, skimming her aching mound and coming to rest on her right thigh. Building the anticipation, Buffy lightly tickled her skin bucking upwards to seek friction and release whilst at the same time denying herself that completion. Goose bumps broke out all over her body despite the heat of the evening, and the bead of sweat that had gathered in the dip of her throat ran down the middle of her breasts causing her to gasp at the sensation.

All she could see behind her closed eyelids was William, her lover, his pale skin gleaming in moonlight and his cool touch sending shivers along her spine. Sometimes he was William…….. soft, gentle, poetic. And sometimes he was Spike….raw, primal, bruising. And she loved them both.

Not able to hold out any longer, Buffy returned her left hand to her nipple and rolled the nub between her fingers to an exquisite point of pain and pleasure. Her head was thrown back into the pillow and she gasped aloud, keening her pleasure to the night air. Finally her right hand crept up into her moist curls and her breath caught in her throat as fingers glided over her swollen clit before her two digits thrust inside, bucking upwards to sink them as far into her pussy as she could. Her hips moved in a frenetic rhythm, seeking the flood of pleasure that would relieve her craving. Finally, as she reached her crescendo she brought her other hand down to pinch her clitoris and caress it, flooding her hand with sticky juices, and adding a third finger to her pulsing pussy she screamed Spike’s name as she sank into the abyss of pleasure.

Spike stood in the doorway and watched her, rubbing his engorged cock through the now ill-fitting trousers of his Saville Row suit, delighting in the erotic picture in front of him. She panted and drew in ragged breaths of air, oblivious to his yellow eyes watching her pleasure herself with his name on her lips. She was incredible. ‘Right, the hard fucking demon it is then.’

TBC...




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