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It's gonna' be dark and not at the same time, for those of you reading my other fics i haven't forgotten them and will keep updating but i need to get this out of my system seeing as how my life just fell apart lol, thank god for the Spuffy Realm


The look the stranger was giving her from across the bar was electrifying, her whole body shivered in response but she managed to stay still, fighting the urge to throw herself on top of this man she could barely even see through the smoky club. His energy was an addictive poison and she couldn’t wrap her mind around the pull she felt to go to him. It was almost as if he had her in a trance of sorts.

Her breath hitched as he began a languid walk through the crowded floor, his white wife beater clinging tightly to the muscles that refused to hide beneath it, his black jeans riding dangerously low. She licked her lips in anticipation, her eyes flicking the almost neon platinum hair that was slicked back with obvious care. His eyes were hooded so that she couldn’t see the color, instead turning her eyes to focus on the full lips that sported that deadly smirk.

He didn’t say a word as his journey came to an end and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close so that he could lick the length of her neck, growling when she moaned. “You smell like honey”

Buffy fought off the apparent laryngitis she’d been suffering from and choked out, “I bet you say that to all the girls whose neck you lick.” her voice sounding as if it hadn’t been used in weeks; coarse and raspy.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t” he whispered in her ear, a hand dropping from her waist to her ass, giving it a rough squeeze.

Buffy closed her eyes at the sensation, she had never once been this brazen with a man in her entire life, didn’t want to be in fact. But then again she’d never gone to a club alone, let alone a dark ‘punky’ club, so why had she tonight? She wanted the normal path, but it couldn’t hurt to stray for just one night could it?

Almost as if reading her mind the man pulled away and looked her in the eyes, and in that instant she drowned.

“I’m not looking for love princess” he said huskily, twirling a strand of her hair around his fingers, “And I don’t fancy the idea of white picket fences”

She bit her lip and nodded as she silently followed him through the people and through the back door into the laneway where he led her to an obviously older black car but in mint condition.

He didn’t unlock the door for her first, didn’t turn to look at her when he started the car and drove away from the club but he did manage to slip his hand under her skirt to pinch her clit through her panties. To her chagrin she couldn’t help the deep and guttural shake that went through her and the smile on his lips infuriated her but God help her, she wanted this man for tonight.

She didn’t even realize that he’d pulled into the driveway of a beautiful three story house, barely acknowledged when he opened her door and pulled her out, with surprising gentility, the only thing she was truly aware of was the pounding of her heart, the ache between her legs and the smug promise in the eyes of the stranger that said “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you tonight”.


The second after the door was closed he’d lifted her skirt up to her hips and lifted her so that she had to wrap her legs around him while he carried her up the stairs as if she weighed nothing, his steps slow as he sucked on the skin of her neck and ascended the stairs.

Buffy was writhing against his obvious erection by the time they made it to the second door on the left, his room she noted, opening her eyes and seeing the large bed with the black satin sheets.

He placed her on the bed and prowled up her body, “Spike”

“Buffy” she panted out and pulled his shirt over his head, running her hands almost frantically over the now exposed and perfect skin.

He moaned into her hair when she bit down harder than intended and drew some blood on the skin of his neck, his hips bucking into her.

“I’m so sorry” she whispered, mortified only to be silenced when he crushed his mouth to hers, licking the small amount of coppery liquid from her swollen mouth.

“Don’t be”

She was shocked still by the display and obediently spread her legs for his prying hands while he knelt between them, eying her red thong appreciatively before dipping his head down and licking her through it.

“Fuck” she practically yelled and he smiled to himself, positioning his hands under her ass to dig his fingers into her as he sucked her clit through the material, finding that he loved the way she tasted.

“Pull them down” he ordered and she obeyed, eyes never leaving his when he snaked his tongue as deep as he could into her dripping pussy.

“I don’t usually do this” she blurted out, reasons unknown even to her, it didn’t make sense for her to care if a stranger thought her a whore or not.

He raised and eyebrow and continued his oral exploration of the one part of herself she hadn’t let a man touch in years.

Her fingers wove into his hair, digging into his scalp while he hissed in pleasure pain.

“I mean it” she said forcefully trying to get a reaction from him, any reaction except the one she got.

“I don’t fucken’ care” he growled into her pussy, the vibrations causing her to thrust into his face, closing her eyes against the threatening sting of tears. ‘It’s just a one night stand Buffy, it doesn’t matter what he thinks of you’ she kept trying to tell herself.

He withdrew a hand from underneath her, slipping a finger into her along with his tongue and when she was well enough adjusted he replaced his tongue with another finger, moving his mouth to suck almost violently on her clit.

It didn’t take long for her to cum and he lapped proudly at the prize now coating his lips and fingers, after what seemed like an eternity he crawled back up her limp body.

She smiled softly at him, “That was…”

“Get out” he said with cold sincerity.

“Wh…what? Why?”

“Because this is where I live and I don’t want you here.”

He noticed a look he hadn’t seen yet cross her face, “Well, that might be a problem”

“And why’s that sunshine?”

“Because you’re on top of me retard.” She said, her voice as cold as his had been.

He laughed at that and Buffy would have thought the sound endearing if it hadn’t been at her expense. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her get dressed; he noted that she was either not afraid of her nakedness or too pissed to realize she was being ogled.

When she was done she turned to him, “Mind if I ask you why one more time, in the hopes of getting a real answer this time?”

He smiled and lit a smoke, “Because I know you and your type princess”, he stood up and walked close to her, so that they were only a foot away, “You go to places like the one you visited tonight, thinking to your pretty blond self, ‘I wanna’ walk on the dark side’, and you use decent people who you don’t consider decent to fulfill you’re sick fucken’ need to be wild at other people’s expense.”

“So why bring me here? Why do…that thing you did?”

“Eat you, you mean?” he asked and laughed out loud, “I wanted to know what self righteous bitch tasted like…sweeter then I thought.”

He walked past her and into the bathroom, when he emerged she was gone. He walked back to the edge of his bed; put his head in his hands and for the first time in years he cried.

The incessant ringing of his doorbell not ten minutes later had him angrily throwing open the front door, “WHAT?”

“I’m sorry.”

Her quiet apology shut him up.

“I’m sorry because everything you said is true, I came to the bar alone for a night of friend free judgment. I wanted to fuck you and walk away the next morning unchanged. I wanted to use you.”

“And you’re still here because?”

“Because you deserved an apology, I just wanted you to know that.”

“Well now I do and my hearts all-a-flutter. Run along home now.”

“Right…well” she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you for a wonderful night.”

He watched in shock as she strolled away, out of sight before he shook it off and ran after her, forgetting his still shirtless form.

“Are you trying to get yourself fucken’ killed?” he asked when he caught up and grabbed her arm.

“Noooo, I’m trying to get home.” She explained with amusement, “That’s where all self righteous bitches should be at this time.”

“You’re walking? Why not call a cab or a friend?”

“I don’t want to wake anyone up and I don’t know the number for a taxi service.”

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “Crash at my place until the morning at least.”

She frowned, “I don’t think so, plus you’re more likely to get raped running around half naked then I am.” She joked and he couldn’t help the small smile that flitted across his face before disappearing.

“Please?” he asked, this time with more charm.

“I don’t stay where I’m not wanted.” She argued before finding herself pressed against a car with his mouth fused to hers.


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