Title: In the Harsh Light of Beer
Summary: Tainted Beer makes both Buffy and Spike step out of denial, bringing to light the feelings they’ve suppressed since their first meeting. Takes place in season four but quickly goes AU around “The Harsh Light of Day.”
Pairings: Buffy/Spike
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and Fox.. I own nothing but I wish Spike was MINE.

Author's Note: I want to thank DreamScape99 and SanityFair who beta'd this chapter! Please give me some feedback; this is my first fan-fiction. I would love to know what you all think and if I should continue to write more.

Buffy was trying to unwind with her friends at the Bronze, after a long day of school and getting everything perfect for parent teacher night. Thoughts of failing French - Snider talking to her mom - and a no-show Angel left her mind, as she lost herself in the music. Another’s hands settling on her hips startled her out of her trance. The hands felt strong and possessive as they pulled her toward a hard, lean, masculine body. Slowly, Buffy opened her eyes to see who would be so bold as to dance with her without asking. The man was hot—sex on legs hot. He was a little over average height with a narrow build covered in all black, from his Doc Martens to his jeans—to the tight cotton t-shirt and black leather duster. His pale skin, sharp cheekbones, and bleached blond hair contrasted severely with his clothes, but that only added to the punk look he was going for. Sharp cheekbones and dark eyelashes emphasised his intense blue eyes, that seemed older than their owner and could look right into the depths of your soul. As she took him in, a slow smile spread across her face. At that moment, she could care less about Angel. If he didn’t care enough to spend some non-slayer related time with her, it was his loss.

"Hello, cutie," he greeted, as Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and began to sway her hips to the music again.

"Who are you?"

"Name’s Spike and you are?"

"Buffy."

"Nice to meet you, Buffy." She shivered when he said her name.

Spike turned her around and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her back flush with his chest. Together, they got lost in the each other and the music. If they had been aware of anything other than one another, they would have noticed everyone looking at them with lust in their eyes. The smell of arousal became so redolent that even the humans could sense it. Finally, the song ended, but Spike did not relinquish his hold on her.

"Would you like to go somewhere more private… maybe get to know one another a little better?" He asked. His lips caressing her ear as he spoke.

Buffy was so overwhelmed by the feelings and sensations this man was creating in her and just by dancing with her. It was so much more than Angel ever made her feel, even at the best of times that she could only node her head.

With a smirk, he led her up to the balcony, walked to the darkest spot, sat in the comfy chair he found there, and pulled Buffy into his lap. 

"So tell me, luv, why is someone as delectable as you, dancing all by your lonesome?" Spike asked, his voice roughened by desire.

"Because my date stood me up," she answered with a slight pout. Spike was instantly transfixed by it.

"Well then let me make it up to you, pet." Spike was a hair's breadth away from her mouth.

"Okay."

At first his kiss was light, his lips barely caressing hers. It was sweet and soft but something totally unexpected and at odds with his bad boy persona. When Spike did not move to deepen the kiss, Buffy tentatively flicked her tongue along the seam of his lips. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and sucked her tongue into the moist, cool cavern of his mouth. With that one action, the kiss went from tender to passionate, their tongues dueling for dominance. She soon found herself straddling his hips and grinding herself against the hard bulge in his pants. Buffy became lost in the taste and feel of the man beneath her. Something about Spike felt right.

Eventually, oxygen became an issue, and she had to break the kiss to gulp down some much need air. Spike kissed, licked, and nibbled down the right side of her neck. When he reached the mark left by the Master, he growled and bit down hard over the scar with blunt teeth. Buffy gasped as the pressure that had been building inside her suddenly exploded. She went rigid in his arms then collapsed against him. She could feel Spike stroking her hair with one hand and holding her tightly to him with the other. Buffy slowly lifted her head and looked into his now gold-flecked blue eyes. She had no idea what was going on between them, but she wanted to find out.

"Thank you," she said, running her fingers through his hair and deliberately pulling him down for another kiss. One of Spike’s hands found its way under her shirt and began to caress the skin he found there.

"Want you Buffy," he said, as he sucked on her ear. "Want to be inside that sweet little cunny of yours."

Buffy trembled at his words and stilled his hands as they explored her body, clasping them tightly within her grasp. Never breaking eye contact, she settled his hands on the waistband of her pants. With steady hands, Spike unfastened her jeans.

"Stand up luv. Let me get these off you."

He stood up with her and draped his duster around her shoulders, shielding her from unwelcome eyes. Spike knelt and kissed his way down her legs as he exposed her tan skin. On his way back up, he nuzzled his nose and mouth into her mound giving it a cursory lick. Buffy moaned at the unexpected contact, swaying slightly on her feet. Spike quickly steadied her giving her a knowing smirk. She yanked on his belt, pulling him flush against her body, kissing him hungrily as her fingers released his eager prick. Unable to wait any longer, Spike grabbed her behind the knees and sat back down in the comfy chair, hauling her down with him. Buffy quickly rose up on her knees and threaded her fingers through his bleached locks. He immediately took his cock in hand and coated it in the juices dripping from her warm slit. Buffy lowered herself agonizingly slow onto his erection. She marveled at how he stretched her. Spike's eyes closed in bliss as he was sheathed to the hilt in her, the head of his dick kissing her cervix.

"Cor, Buffy, got to move, pet." He moaned, placing his hands on her hips. Getting the idea, she started to move up and down gasping at the feel of him moving inside her.

"Feel so good," she whispered in his ear. She moved faster and harder as the pressured built inside her.

"Fuck, so tight and warm, you're going to burn me up."

Conscious thought left them as they moved together. Without warning, Buffy flexed around his cock, squeezing him with her slayer strength. She felt his face shift as he growled in her ear an instant before his fangs sank into her neck. Spike's bite didn't even register as it catapulted her over the edge. Her body shook with the power of her orgasm. She tried to ground herself any way she could, holding onto him with all her strength. Desperately, she bit the cool flesh she found beneath her lips.

Spike roared and slammed into her one last time as he came deep inside her warmth, filling her with his cool seed. Buffy lost all control as something inside recognized his blood as hers.

"Mine! My Mate! My Vampire!"

"Mine! My Mate! My Slayer!"

They collapsed into on another's arms, completely spent and lazily licking at the bites they gave. They floated together, happy and content in the aftermath of their mating.

* * *

Buffy sat up in bed abruptly. Her chest was heaving; her pulse was racing, and her body aching for release. She groaned as she remembered the dream she was having. It wasn't the first time she’d had a dream involving Spike in a non-mortal enemy way, and they all ended the same. Sure, the words were often different, but the meaning was always the same. Night after night she claimed him as hers, drinking his blood, as he did hers and bonding them together in body, soul, heart, and mind. Buffy struggled to put the images out of her mind, trying to convince herself that what she felt and saw in her dreams was wrong, even though it felt so right. There was no way she wanted Spike that way, even though he was sex on legs. He is an evil, soulless killer, who cannot love. She chanted it in her mind over and over, hoping it would erase the dream from her mind. He loved Drusilla, a small voice in her mind said, countering her mantra. Finally, she calmed herself down and managed to fall back into a dreamless sleep.

* * *

Spike yelled in frustration as he woke from his dream of fucking and claiming the Slayer. He was sick and tired of dreaming about claiming the sodding Slayer. The dream often changed, but the results were always the same. Christ, she might be a hot little fuck, but she was the Slayer. It was just wrong, no matter how good she felt under his hands, quivering around him in pleasure and squeezing his prick with those lovely slayer muscles. Spike suddenly realized he was lazily stroking his cock as images form his dreams filtered through his mind. The dream had been going so well until the end. He had, had his fangs in her neck sucking down her powerful blood. Then they claimed each other, and that was just bloody wrong. The one thing that really worried him was the demon didn't mind the idea of claiming the girl. Spike groaned as he came, catching his spendings in his hand. After cleaning his hand on one of his black t-shirts, he curled up and quickly fell back asleep.