Because It's Wrong

by Amy

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He spotted her as soon as she walked in. His eyes followed her warily, not
sure of whether or not he should leave, but when she didn't come up to him,
he decided to stay. He grinned slowly, taking another long draw from his
beer. She looked different.

Her hair was rumpled and flowing past her shoulders, and leather pants clung
to her in every single right place the girl had. Her shirt was low cut, and
cleavage peaking out; just enough to give a male the wrong idea, intentional
or not. But what Spike mostly noticed was her mouth. It was painted red and
glossy, as though she had suddenly decided that her lips were her best
feature. They drew attention immediately to them, spoke of hot kisses and
wild nights. Spike wondered what had gotten into her, wondered if the stick
up her ass had vanished under the spell of a new moon.

He watched in surprise as she inserted herself onto the dance floor, with no
regard to having no dancing partner. For a single moment, he considered
striding out there and taking her into his arms, but shook off the thought
with disgust. The girl was sexy, but he wasn't insane.

Boy after inexperienced boy came up to her, thrashing next to her, and what
shocked Spike most was that she seemed to have no aversion to letting them.
She ground her body against them, whipping her hair around and hitting other
boys-- who didn't seem to mind-- in the face with it. She touched and
flirted and teased them, like the little tease he knew she was.

He just never knew she was so good at it.

After a while, she seemed to get bored on the dance floor, and wandered off,
probably looking for something to drink. She was panting slightly, her chest
heaving up and down as she continued to spin and bounce, that mildly wicked
grin still on her face. Spike saw that she was headed in his direction, and
he turned the opposite way.

She must have changed paths, though, because the next thing he knew, she was
walking right into his chest. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Oh, you."

"And, you," Buffy agreed.

"What, are you keeping tabs on me? Are you gonna give me a hard time now?"
He tried to keep his eyes off her lips.

Buffy paused. "Do I usually... Give you a hard time?" She put her hands
casually on her hips in expectation of his answer.

Spike smirked. "Very funny. Well, you don't have to worry about be
drinking." He held up his bottle. "Unless you're here to protect innocent
beers."

He began walking away and cursed silently when she followed. She peered at
him. "You're a vampire."

"Was," Spike shot back bitterly. "And as soon as I get this chip out of my
head, I'll be a vampire again. But until them, I'm just as helpless as a
kitten up a tree, so why don't you sod off?"

Buffy stared at him for a moment and then shrugged. "Kay." She turned to
leave, and suddenly Spike found himself angry, angrier than he could remember
himself being since the stupid chip had been inserted in his brain.

"Oh, fine!" he shouted after her, "Throw it in my face! Spike's not a threat
anymore, I'll turn my back. He can't hurt me."

Buffy paused, turning back around. "Spike..." She tilted her head,
thinking. "Spike." She began making her way back towards him, a smile
slinking over her face. "William the Bloody with a chip in his head. I kind
of love this town."

"God..." He glowered at her. "You know why I really hate you, Summers?"
* * * * * * * *

It was one of the easier questions that she'd had to answer. Faith shrugged.
"'Cause I'm a suck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun?"

Spike looked confused. "Well... That covers... A lot of it."

Faith smiled again. "'Cause I could do anything I want, and instead I choose
to pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness?" She spread her hands
widely, loving the expression on his face. "I mean, I could be rich. I
could be famous. I could have anything." She paused, an idea occurring to
her. "Anyone."

Faith stared at the vampire, her eyes moving up at down his body. Sure,
Buffy had sex with a vampire. She wasn't allowed to? As far as she was
concerned, she *was* Buffy now, and nothing could stop her from doing what
she wanted. She slowly approached Spike, leaning into him, pushing him back
until he could move no farther. Her voice was low. "Even you, Spike. I
could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up.
I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of; I could squeeze you until you
popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit
more."

His mouth was open slightly, and he was watching her carefully, not sure of
how to react.

"And you know why I don't?" Faith continued. She paused for a long moment,
drawing her answer out. She spoke her next words lightly, in a feathery
voice. "Because it's wrong."
* * * * * * * *

Spike hated her and wanted her with equal passion. The bitch was laughing at
him. Teasing him. Making him want her.

It was the warm champagne comment that did it. And she still wasn't leaving,
even after all of the damned words were out of her mouth and hanging in the
air. Her body was close to his; too close-- he could feel the heat emanating
from it, feel the blood pulsing through her veins. Her breath was warm
against his chest and chin and whatever part of his body her face was angled
at. So he did the only thing he could think of.

He kissed her.

Hot and deep, holding her waist roughly, he kissed her, plunging his tongue
into the depths of her mouth, growling as she battled it with her own. Her
breasts were crushed against his chest and Spike pulled away harshly. Buffy
looked up at him with huge blue eyes, amused and surprised by the passion
that seared between them. He quickly turned her around, keeping her body
tight against his, her back against the front of him, and reached up to cup
one of her breasts. She purred, wiggling her ass against his erection, and
he let go.

"Here's how it's gonna go, Slayer," he muttered, his voice low and gravely in
her ear. "We're going to walk very casually out of here. Separately. We're
going to go to the little motel down the block. And then I'm going to fuck
you blind."

Buffy gasped in delight, nodding, her hair tickling his chin. Spike shook
his head-- the girl must have a concussion to be agreeing so easily-- but let
go of her anyway and, spinning her around to face him again, dropped another
hot kiss onto the curve of her neck before stalking out before her.

Whatever it was making her act this way, he was most definitely not going to
argue.
* * * * * * * *

Faith let out a long, shuddering sigh as she watched Spike disappear through
the door. Now she knew what Buffy had liked so much about screwing vampires.
They seemed to have every nerve ending in a woman memorized. Hundreds of
years of experience.

She was going to love this.

Well, she'd always loved sex. But she figured that this time... This time
would be different. Slowly licking her lips, Faith tried to contemplate what
tonight would bring. Would he be able to go for hours? Just how many times
would she get off with him? Just how many times would he make her scream?

Faith gave a little pant, feeling herself shiver. She was already ready for
him.

A moment later, she darted out the door.

She quickly spotted him, walking fast, about a block ahead of her. Spike
looked behind him and smirked as he reached the little motel where she used
to stay. Faith smiled as he walked up to one of the doors, listened
intently for a moment, and then turned the knob with just a little too much
pressure, effectively breaking it. He stepped inside and closed the door
after him.

Faith looked around, saw that no one could see her, and then ran up to the
door. She quickly let herself in, wasting no time in slipping her shirt off.
Spike's eyes widened, and he gave a slow, sensuous smile as she reached
around to quickly unclasp her bra.

"Let's get down to it," Faith murmured.

"Fine by me." He looked amused, if a little startled, and took took his
jacket off, tossing it on the floor in a swirl of black leather. "Just so
you know," he added snidely, "I'm probably going to leave in the morning."

"Fine by me," she echoed, shrugging. "Especially considering that you'll
burst into flames as soon as the door opens."

He glared at her. "I hate you."

"Um, yeah." Faith stepped out of the last bits of leather and silk that
remained on her body. "I... hate you too. Whatever. But no worries. If
you're anything like Xander, this won't last until sunrise."

"What? You're saying you bagged the Boy Unwonder?" Spike paused.

"No, I only heard." Faith sighed, annoyed, and then made her way over to
him, completely oblivious to her nudity. "What happened to the 'fucking me
blind' portion of the evening?"
* * * * * * * *

He didn't want to ask. Didn't know what insane impulse made him do it. The
words simply slipped out without his permission. "Why are you doing this?"

Buffy tilted her head thoughtfully. "Could it be because I've got all of
this pent-up frustration because my last boyfriend couldn't look at me with
lusty thoughts without losing his soul, and my now boyfriend is... Very hot.
Don't know what's going on there," she muttered. "Anyway, you're here and so
am I, so let's get on with it, shall we?"

Spike thought for a moment. Good enough for him. He nodded, opening his
mouth to speak when Buffy took his face in her hands and pulled him close,
kissing him. "I always figured you for the type to talk for hours before
giving it up," he mumbled against her mouth.

Buffy panted. "You were wrong," she muttered. "Now shut up."

Her fingers worked frantically at his pants, expertly unbuttoning and
unzipping them. Spike grunted, thrusting against her as her hands dove into
his pants and gripped his swollen cock. "You little bitch."

"Catch me if you can, Spike," she smiled, reaching up and biting him with
blunt teeth on the shoulder. "Isn't this what you've always wanted from me?"

He nodded silently, his throat working, and bit his lip as Buffy leaned down
to pull his pants off impatiently. He stepped out of them obligingly, and
Buffy settled on her knees, staring at his engorged cock. Spike's hands
paused on the top of her head, and he stared down at her, waiting for her to
make a move. But Buffy only licked him once, teasingly, tracing her tongue
around his sensitive skin. He hissed, and she stood back up, making her way
over to the bed.

Spike's eyes followed her hotly, trailing down her creamy back to the curve
of her ass. Buffy turned around and smirked, seeing his eyes land on her
small, high breasts. Spike walked for her slowly, lifting his hand to cup
her right breast. His fingers played with the rosy nub, hardening it, and
Buffy arched her back again, her eyes wide.
* * * * * * * *

His free hand dipped between her thighs, and he slipped one finger into the
slick center of her, then two. Faith growled as he pumped two of his fingers
in and out of her, his thumb playing with the small, sensitive button that
had the power to make her scream. She mirrored him, hissing at the
sensation, and curled her hand around his erection, pumping her hand up and
down.

Spike suddenly withdrew from her, a small frown on his face. Faith looked at
him in confusion.

"Enough foreplay," he groaned, pushing her backwards. Faith hit the mattress
with a slight bounce, then adjusted herself, propping herself up on her
elbows. Spike got down on his knees, crawling toward her. Faith opened her
legs, but put her foot on his chest, making him pause for a moment. With a
smile, she slid her ankle up to rest on his shoulder, and Spike gave her a
brief, dark grin.

He positioned himself over her, rubbing his erection against the wetness
between her thighs. Faith grunted angrily, reaching around and placing her
hand on the small of his back, urging him forward. Without hesitation, he
thrust forward, and groaned as the slick heat of her enveloped him.

Spike began a quick rhythm, bracing himself on his arms. He pumped his hips
hard, as though having sex with another vampire. Faith kept up, raising her
hips up thrust for thrust, her fingernails sinking into the skin on his back.
Her feet dangled off of his shoulders, and she wrapped them quickly around
his neck. Spike cursed as she squeezed him with those hidden muscles she had
teased him so mercilessly about, and gripped her hips so hard that he would
leave small bruises on her.
* * * * * * * *

As Buffy's hips rose up to meet him, Spike bore down on her, his eyes on her
neck, her breasts, every inch of the silky skin that he could see. She
mewled softly under him as a hot rush of pleasure hit her. Spike grinned,
leaning down to kiss her on those glossy red lips, sinking his tongue into
her mouth, teasing her. He balanced himself on one arm and, with his free
hand, reached between them, strumming her swollen clit expertly.

Buffy banged her pelvis ungracefully against his fingers, against him, harder
and harder, and then her body stiffened and she let out a long scream.

Spike almost froze as his brain processed what she was saying.

His name.

His movements became more frantic, hurried. After a moment, before she
finished yelling his name, he spilled violently inside of her, throbbing and
jerking as she continued to spasm around him until they were limp against one
another.

Spike swallowed hard.

Buffy had yelled his name? He knew he would be able to make her scream,
but... Why the fuck had she been screaming his name? It pissed him off. It
pissed him off further that that had been the thing to push him over the edge.

He just... hated her.
* * * * * * * *

"Blind yet?" he muttered, pulling away from her touch.

Faith's eyes were wide with awe. "Not quite."

Spike grinned hatefully at her. "Well, I'm a vampire of my word. And if
you'd like to be thought of an honest person yourself," he rolled onto his
back, his eyes drinking in her petite form, the sweat that glistened on her
skin, "Than I suggest you ride me until my eyes roll up."

Faith nodded, feeling almost frightened. That first orgasm had nearly caused
her to pass out. What would five or six or eight of them do?

Would she actually go blind?

With a ragged breath, she gave him a weak smile.

She was ready to find out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The sunrise began to highlight the curtains. Spike stirred as Buffy woke up,
and sneered to himself when he realized that she had been coiled in his arms.
Like a bloody human couple.

He opened his eyes and watched her as she slowly searched for her clothing
and then slipped it on, one article after another. She ran her fingers
through her hair, glancing at him. Her smile was playful and wicked at the
same time. "If you'd like to walk me home, on this beautiful day, I'd be
okay with that."

"Fuck you."

She laughed merrily, tossing her head back with mirth. "See you later,
Spike."

He stared at her. "When I get this bloody chip out of my head, you and me
are going to have a confrontation."

Her smile disappeared into a tight, businesslike line, but her eyes continued
to twinkle. "Count on it."

The End


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