A/N- This fic is actually COMPLETE (believe me, I was shocked too) Many thanks to Spikeskat for the awesome betajob! Thank you to Megan, Tam and Jerzeyanjel for your encouraging words! *hugs you guys*
Teacher's Pet - Twisted Spuffy Style
Buffy groaned softly as she struggled to break free from the thick fog that was determined to keep her in the land of the blissfully unaware. Luckily, some innate survival instinct jumped in to give her the kick in the ass she needed to awaken fully, and her eyes immediately flew open to greet her current situation.
And what she found waiting for her made her wish that she could just be swallowed back up by the darkness once more.
She may not know where she was, but wherever it was, Buffy knew it wasn't good. Because good places did not come complete with moist, cold cement floors, sinister, dimly lit ambiences and god... the smell!!!
With an uncontrollable shiver, Buffy carefully lifted her head to more closely examine her surroundings, dread quickly rushing through her at the sight of the metal bars that waved in her face the flag of being totally and completely screwed.
Yep, she was in deep doo-doo, alright.
Xander was seriously on her shit list after this, Buffy firmly decided. Well, if she got out of here alive, anyway. He couldn't have just listened to her for once in his life, oh no. He'd thought she was jealous of another woman's attention. Ha! Jealous. He wished. Like she'd ever be jealous of someone like Miss. French. The woman did wield a mean tazer gun though, Buffy thought idly, as she worked to ease the kinks out of her abused muscles.
Struggling to her feet, Buffy made her way to the door of the cage she was currently incarcerated within, wishing she could see a bit better. Through the gloom, she made out an identical set of bars just across from hers, and within it, a familiar shock of brown hair. Relief poured through her.
"Xander," Buffy whispered, not daring to raise her voice any louder. "Xander," she hissed again when there was no response.
A groan met her inquiry, but not from the anticipated direction. Buffy jerked around and immediately regretted the sudden movement when her head swam and stars appeared before her eyes. Raising a hand to her throbbing temple, Buffy slowly made her way back to the center of her prison, eyes flying over the male form lying supine on the damp floor for any hint of danger, or a possible identity.
As she reached his side, Buffy became more positive that she had never laid eyes on her cellmate before in her life, knowing she would have remembered somebody with hair so retro-ly deficient. When the subject in question rolled over onto his back, Buffy couldn’t help the small intake of breath as she soaked in the sculpted features that made up a very handsome face, unable to stop her gaze from traveling lower.
God, he was gorgeous.
Buffy gave herself a mental slap. They were in the middle of a major crisis, for crying out loud. This was so not the time to be ogling unconscious strangers!
Even if they were the epitome of that ''salty goodness" that Cordelia was always going on about...
"Hey," Buffy whispered, bending down to shake his shoulder. It didn’t escape her notice the awesome leather jacket her fingers came into contact with. A jacket that was way more cool than the one Angel had given her the other night. Ok, maybe not so much with the given as letting her borrow. "Wakey, wakey."
Buffy started when her wrist was suddenly grabbed in a vise-like grip. "Ow!" she hissed, attempting to pull free. The breath she was in the middle of expelling was suddenly forgotten as she locked gazes with a pair of eyes so intense, they made her brain turn to mush.
"Where the bloody fuck am I?" Spike snarled, thoroughly confused as he stared up into the eyes of what had to be set in the most perfect face he'd ever seen.
His tone was enough to break through Buffy’s mind-Jello. "How the hell am I supposed to know?" With an extreme effort, she managed to yank her wrist away and quickly stood up. "In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m kinda on the imprisoned end of this scenario too."
With agility that belied any recent tazer affects, Spike leapt to his feet and prowled to the edge of the cell, capable fingers wrapping around the bars in one fluid motion in an attempt to break free. When that proved unsuccessful, he whirled on Buffy, his face a study of fury.
"What the fuck is this?"
Bristling at the accusatory tone, she tipped her chin in defiance. Like the whole thing was her fault! "I don't know, like I already said. One minute I am trying to help a friend - and the next I wake up in a cage. For all I know, this is all your fault."
Before Spike could respond, a slurred voice interrupted. "B-Buffy?"
Instantly forgetting the infuriating stranger, Buffy rushed to the door of the cell and called over to the one directly across from hers. "Xander! Are you ok?" She anxiously gripped a bar tightly in either hand and pressing her nose almost through the space between the two.
Struggling to sit up, Xander looked around, his body slumping with defeat. "Um, I think so. I suppose this is the part where you tell me ‘I told you so?’"
"Told you what?" Spike interrupted, stalking across the floor to stand next to the blond girl pressed up against the bars.
"Who is that?" Xander asked suspiciously, knowing the British voice most definitely did not belong to Giles. Unless Giles was drunk, but even so...He tried to peer through the dim lighting into Buffy’s cell.
Buffy shrugged."I don’t know. I woke up and he was on the floor." She turned to Spike. "Who are you, anyway?"
"Name’s Spike," he replied distractedly, running his hands along the frame of the cage for any weakness.
"I’m Buffy. That’s Xander. Ok, now we’ve done the whole introduction thing, let’s try to get out of here."
"I’m all for that," Xander agreed.
"First, I think you lot can tell me what the bloody hell is going on."
A moment of silence quickly turned uncomfortable. Xander finally gave up trying to avoid his stupidity and answered. "Ok, fine. Buffy tried to tell me that the sexy substitute teacher that seemed to have the hots for me was really a bug - and a very big, deadly ugly bug, at that - and I wouldn’t believe her. Which in retrospect, was kind of a dumb move, because she's usually right about these kind of things."
"Bloody fantastic," Spike bit out, pacing the small confines with long legged strides, his agitation practically bouncing off the dank walls when his attempts proved futile.
"So, how'd she get you?" Xander asked his friend.
"I was following Fork Guy and she snuck up behind me with a tazer. You?"
"Oh, there was no need for duplicity on this end," Xander commented with bitter self-disgust. "I served myself up on a platter at the sight of one low-cut blouse that showed more than ample amounts of cleavage. I let myself be wined and dined and instead of getting laid, as planned, I was subsequently rendered unconscious."
Buffy's eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark and she couldn't help the shiver that ran along her spine as she noted the chains that were suspended on the far wall of what was obviously a basement. Thankful for the loaner black leather jacket, she pulled it tighter around her slight form. So intent on her surroundings, she completely missed the transformation that overcame Spike's face.
"So you were following the same Fork Guy that Angel warned you about?" Xander didn't even try to hide his petty dislike for the new guy in Buffy's life.
Spike's head whipped around. "Thought I smelled him all over you," he muttered as he stalked closer.
Buffy found herself backing away, suddenly nervous. Because normal, hot guys usually didn't go around making comments like that, about the smelling. "Smell him? Can I just say eww?" She grabbed the lapel of her borrowed jacket and held it out to him. "I'm wearing his jacket. See? That's all." She didn't even want to think why she was so intent on asserting her non-involvement with Angel, the Cryptic Guy. "So...uh, you know him? Angel?"
Intent, blue eyes held her own green gems captive as they seemed to almost burn with... something. Something that Buffy couldn't put a name to, at least not yet, and she took a deep, steadying breath to get things back into focus.
Because this guy - no, this man - unnerved her.
It was as simple as that. Buffy had thought that Angel was all about the unnerving, but being locked in this cage with Spike, made that little tongue-tying that occurred when she was with Angel seem like nothing. She had never been so aware of anybody before in her entire short life.
"So, Buff..."
Xander's timing was perfect. Any longer and Buffy would have been in danger of making a major fool out of herself. Another mental slap was in order for not bothering to investigate the smelling thing, but there were more important things to deal with at the moment.
"What, Xander?"
"You wouldn't happen to know what Mothra wants with us, do you?" Xander tried to sound flippant, but fear made his voice hollow.
"You don't even want to know," Buffy announced with a grimace, recalling the 411 Giles had shared earlier. God, she hoped he was riding to the rescue, and made a mental note to never go hunting without letting her Watcher know where she was headed ever, ever again. If they ever got out of this, anyway.
"Well?" Spike demanded.
"Um... she's uh, breeding," Buffy said lamely.
"Uh huh. Breeding. And we're bloody here... why?" Spike demanded, sensing his unlife was definitely growing worse by the second. He'd just arrived in Sunnyhell to sniff out old Bat Face to get a bit of help, and within hours, had found himself incarcerated in the very bowels of teenage human hell. The worst part was his entire lack of desire to rip the throat out of his cellmate, something that wouldn't have given him any hesitation on a normal day.
But instead? He was standing around trying to suss things out rather than busting his way out with fists and fangs.
It was disturbing, to say the least, and he wondered if the tazer gun had scrambled bits of his brain.
Before he could put any more thought into it, a muffled shriek from the vicinity of the boy's cage had the girl, Buffy, flying back to the bars in a panic.
"Xander!"
"Oh god! Oh god!"
"Who is that?" Buffy asked, squinting against the gloom when she didn't recognize the voice as belonging to that of her friend. She was just able to make out a second figure struggling to his feet in the shadowed corner of the cage adjacent to Xander's.
"You gotta get me outta here!"
"Ah, Blayne," Xander revealed, barely able to tone down the sarcasm as he recognized his latest school rival, of sorts.
"Blayne's here too?" Buffy asked, her forehead wrinkling in confusion. "Well, that doesn't make a whole lotta sense."
"You gotta get me outta here! You gotta!" Blayne's voice was bordering on hysterical. "She... She... She gets you and uh..."
"What?" Xander demanded, when the rest of the sentence was not forth-coming.
"She... she..."
"What does she do?" Xander questioned, his own unease growing.
"She... s-she takes you outta the cage... and she ties you up," Blayne finally managed to get out, his voice continuing to rise. "And, and... s-she starts moving and throbbing... and these eggs come shooting out of her.... And then..." his voice trailed off in horror.
"What?!"
"She... she..." Blayne attempted before becoming overcome with emotion.
"She mates with you," Buffy finished dispassionately. Hadn't she already gone over this breeding part?
Buffy suddenly found her upper arms gripped fiercely and she struggled to escape, but it was like being secured with bands of steel. "What is your damage? Let me go!"
"Not until you tell me exactly what you know," Spike ground out, his own sense of foreboding increasing. He tried frantically to erase Drusilla's words of warning from his mind, but knew now that Dru had foreseen this little tableau. She had been so insistent that he leave her side and travel to Sunnydale, and now he had a little inkling why, as her words echoed through his head unbidden.
When the Queen Bee rules the nest, the heads will roll until the busy bee bites off more than she can chew. Then, my Spike, you will find your true Queen and you both shall march as one.
"Believe me, manhandling is not the way to get Buffy to do your bidding," Xander counseled wisely from across the room, wondering why he couldn't have been locked in a cell with Buffy. Why did it have to be some stranger with good bone structure? He had told Willow at the Bronze that Angel was a very attractive man, but even though he couldn't really see this guy that well, he had a feeling that he was much more attractive.
Not that he was gay, or anything.
With a heavy sigh, Spike released Buffy, not wanting to admit to missing having his hands on her. "There. Talk," he snarled.
"Virgins," Buffy blurted out, her skin practically screaming in protest at the absence of Spike's touch, even through the layer of thick black leather.
"What?!" Three male voices echoed.
Color flooded Buffy's cheeks. This was not something she really wanted to go into, and especially not here. "Don't think I stuttered there. Vir - gins," Buffy repeated, drawing out the syllables. . "She needs virgin human flesh to fertilize the eggs. Or uh, human virgin something. Ok, and I'm stopping there because this is wicked disturbing."
The expected denial commenced, and Buffy wisely opted not to comment, especially after witnessing the accusations and male posturing that took place between Xander and Blayne.
"So... Mothra didn't want me for my tight, hot bod, did she? She wanted me because I was a virgin," Xander finally commented bitterly. "That's great. That is just great. You know, one day I might actually look back on this and laugh." A moment's silence followed. "Well, if there is a one day." He glared at Blayne. "You total liar guy."
Blayne had the good sense to look chagrined, his popularity sure to take a few hits if this ever got out after the way he had exaggerated his sexual prowess. Even scared shitless, he knew he had to play this just right. "Yeah, well, I don't feel so bad if that guy over there is a virgin too."
All eyes swiveled in Spike's direction, uncertain of his reaction to the accusation. He was the wild card, the unknown.
They didn't expect the snicker that followed.
"That's bloody priceless," Spike remarked, his unconcerned demeanor telling its own story.
"Wait... so you're not a virgin?" The words left Buffy's mouth before she could stop them and she mentally cringed.
The look he threw her way did nothing to help her unease. "What do you think," he murmured suggestively, his eyes traveling the length of her form.
Another shiver wracked Buffy's body - but this one had nothing to do with the chill and everything to do with the suggestive edge of this stranger's stare. Taking the chicken's way out, Buffy merely shrugged self-consciously and turned her back on Spike.
"Ok... now I just have to figure out why I've been bug-napped, and maybe we'll be on our way to something," Buffy commented, directing her attention to the cell across from her.
"Well, you're a virgin...." Xander's voice trailed off when he could practically feel the embarrassed fury coming from his friend.
"Xander!" Buffy hissed, thankful for the dark that hid the uncomely red that colored her cheeks.
"What?" he cried in defense. "I overheard you and Willow talking the other day."
"You mean you were eavesdropping," Buffy accused, her hands coming to rest on her hips.
"Ok, if that's how you want to look at it, maybe there was a little bit of stealth employed in gaining said information," Xander announced. "But the obvious point remains."
"Yeah, but I'm a girl, Xander. Last I checked, the female species wasn't able to help with the whole fertilization thingie," Buffy countered, more than happy to be able to take the focus off of her loudly announced virginity. She could practically feel Spike's eyes burning a hole right through her, and she didn't really like the way it was making her feel. She felt...exposed.
"I think she's shopping for a new skin," Blayne enlightened. "Maybe she picked yours."
"What?" Buffy's jaw dropped. "Why me?"
Blayne shrugged. "Maybe because you're hot. And she mentioned something about how the older model wasn't quite as effective in attracting the pure prey that she needed." At the looks he was receiving, he shrugged. "What? She talks a lot... while she's doing her thing. I listened."
Buffy grimaced. "Ok, so she needs your virgin... whatever, but she wants my virgin skin?"
Spike didn't want even want to examine why he was so angry, or why his gut instinct was telling him not to let anything happen to this girl. But the next course of conversation changed everything.
"So Buffy, do you think Miss French knows anything about... you know, your night job?" He pantomimed staking a vampire through the heart, which Buffy missed, but his cell mate picked up on immediately.
"Night job?" Blayne echoed, his mind taking a trip to the gutter. Buffy Summers was a virgin whose night job was giving hand jobs?
His voice must have given something away because he earned a glare from Xander. "What? No! God, not that! Buffy would never do that!"
"Never do what?" Buffy inquired, eyebrow raised.
"Uh nothing. Just letting Blayne know that your night job didn't involve what he thought it did."
Drawing herself up, Buffy bristled. "Just what did he think I went and did at night?"
She missed the pensive look that crept over Spike's face as he studied the petite teenage girl before him. A niggling thought had wormed his way into his brain and he leaned into her and drew in a big lungful of air. He was immediately assaulted by the distasteful odor of Angelus, whose foul stench clung to practically every inch of the jacket that continued to swallow the girl. This time, however, he pushed past that and sniffed deeply once more.
And there it was.
"Bloody hell!"
Clutching the jacket around her as if it were a protective barrier, Buffy jerked away from Spike's side, eyeing him warily. "You're smelling me again! That is just... ew!"
"Slayer..." he growled, his face contorting into a mask of intense hatred.
Buffy stilled, her eyes darting to meet his glower as she took a step back. "How..." But she knew. It was that thing that she had ignored, that Giles had been trying to teach her. The tinglies. But Spike had given her the tinglies elsewhere and she hadn't wanted it to be true. But when she witnessed the intense blue of his eyes melt into amber, she could no longer deny it.
Spike was a vampire.
Holding up one hand primly, she shoved him in the chest. "Don't even," she warned, making the switch from scared teen to glorious slayer in a blink of an eye.
"What's going on over there?" Xander asked, squinting.
"Nothing I can't handle," Buffy replied smoothly, unable to help it when her fingers splayed against the hard chest they were pressed against. "Spike is just a little less alive than we first thought."
Xander caught on quickly. "He's a vampire?" he yelped, quickly lowering his voice as the gravity of their situation hit home once more. "You're locked in a cell with the evil undead?"
"What are you talking about?" Blayne asked, confusion marring his haggard features.
"It would appear that way, Xander." Buffy gave Spike a harsh look and carefully moved her hand away, her entire body on alert in case of attack. But somehow, she didn't think that was going to happen. He didn't attack her before he knew she was the slayer, which was an oddity in itself. One that she would have to consider.
Spike spun on his heel and began pacing the confines of the cell, agitation rolling off of him in thick waves. "This is bloody great," he muttered, rummaging through the pockets of his long, black leather duster and was rewarded by a crushed pack of smokes. He was just getting set to light one when it was quickly yanked from between his lips.
"Are you insane?" Buffy inquired heatedly, crossing her arms in front of chest as she regarded Spike with a look of disbelief. "We're taking enough of a risk of getting her down here just by talking, and you want to summon her by lighting up one of those smelly things?"
The growl that Xander heard from across the room was enough to alert him that a distraction was needed, and quickly. "You crazy kids want to keep it down a bit? In case you hadn't noticed, we're kind of in some serious taco sauce here. Instead of fighting, I think what we need to do is come up with oh....maybe something like... a way out of here? Maybe you can do your mortal enemy routine at a later time. Like say... when we get away from the head-eating bug lady?"
With one last murderous look in Buffy's direction, Spike turned his attention to the others. The truth was, he just couldn't summon up the desire to rip the bint's throat out, even though he knew fate couldn't have given him a better opportunity. There was a severe lack of wood in their general vicinity, which put the slayer at a distinct disadvantage. But the way Buffy was baiting him, Spike was getting the uncomfortable feeling that she knew that he was suffering from a serious lack of motivation to end her life.
He should have known coming to Sunnydale was a mistake.
With a put upon sigh, Buffy switched her focus to the very real problem of getting out of the current screwed situation with her life - and skin - intact. "Ok, so anybody have any ideas?"
"Well, now that there is double the power over there, maybe you two could put your muscles to good use and try to do something about these bars?" Xander suggested helpfully.
"Ok, I'm totally confused here," Blayne admitted, slumping to the ground.
"Gee, and that totally surprises me," Xander replied immediately. "As in, not so much."
"Alright, I probably deserved that," the jock announced, tucking his legs under him and leaning back against the bars of the cage.
Xander blinked in surprise, deciding that near-death had done a good job of humbling his arch rival. He sat down just opposite Blayne. "Yeah, well, maybe. But none of us deserved this." He looked over at the other cage. "Except maybe Spike."
A snort was the only reply Xander received as the two supernatural beings leant their muscles to the task at hand of prying the bars apart.
"No, really. Are they something... different?" Blayne asked, watching a serious lack of progress take place. "After seeing what I've seen since yesterday, I've kind of had my mind opened to the freaky and abnormal."
"Yeah, well, those things that go bump in the night look just like Spike."
"Vampires are really real?"
Xander nodded thoughtfully, thinking back to the time not so long ago when he, too, had been blissfully unaware.
"But... why would Miss. French want a vampire?"
Xander cocked his head in thought. "You know, that's a very good question." He turned his attention to the cell across the room. "Hey Spike, we already established you aren't a virgin, right?"
Spike stopped his futile attempt at prying the bars apart and leveled a glance at the boy. "Do I really even need to answer that?"
Xander held up his hands. "Hey, I'm just asking. Just trying to get to the bottom of this whole shebang. So... if you're not a virgin... do you know why she snatched you?"
Silence spread uncomfortably around the dense basement. "How should I bloody know?" Spike finally bit out.
"How old are you?" Buffy asked suddenly.
"Hundred and something. Lost track over the years."
Xander's head snapped up. He may not always have the answers, but sometimes he surprised himself. "Were you a virgin before?"
"Before what?" Spike countered, deliberately trying to avoid the issue.
"Before you were turned, brain trust."
The silence turned heavy. "Maybe," Spike finally replied.
"That isn't a 'maybe' question! That is a yes or a no question," Xander pressed, something telling him that he was on to something, even though the vampire's body language was clearly cautioning him against pursuing this line of questioning.
"God, just answer the question! It's not like it's a big deal, especially since it happened over a hundred years ago!" Buffy exclaimed.
Spike's jaw clenched. "Fine," he ground out. "Yes, I was a virgin when I was turned."
"Then, that's it.
"How can that be it?" Buffy asked, her forehead furrowing in confusion.
"Well, I don't know," Xander admitted, "But it has to be it, doesn't it? The common theme? Virgins all around?"
"Yeah, but he's not a virgin," Buffy shot back, trying to bite back the slight pang of jealousy that struck. "So your 'virgin' theme is flawed. God, I so wish Giles was here."
"Please promise me that you will never use 'Giles' and 'virgin' in the same sentence ever, ever again," Xander complained, pressing the heel of his hand to his temple. "I think I'm now mentally scarred for life."
"Yeah, but Giles is the one who came up with all the background 411 on your lovely bug lady. He'd know what we should do to get out of here."
"He's probably looking for us right now," Xander assured, having noted the slight edge of hysteria that had crept into Buffy's voice and not liking it.
"Or not."
"Well, even if he isn't, your beau Angel is probably on the search."
"Angelus?" Spike scoffed. "He couldn't sniff out his oversized ass to save his own worthless hide."
"And there is another disturbing visual that will forever be burned in my memory," Xander complained bitterly, holding his head in mock agony.
Something Spike said bothered Buffy. "Sniff? Wait, Angel is a vampire, too?"
The look of pure incredulousness that Spike threw her way was the only answer that she needed, and Buffy suddenly felt extremely foolish. "Ok, I so need to work on that vamp radar Giles has been nagging me about."
"Hah! I knew Angel was too attractive to be human," Xander blurted, immediately realizing exactly how his words sounded. "And I meant that in the most non-homosexual of ways, I assure you."
Sighing heavily, Buffy ignored Xander's outburst, deciding that the night was going from bad to beyond the bad. "So, Angel's a vampire. Fine. I've got the memo now. So, let's move on. Where does that leave us?"
"Uh, stuck in a basement where a head-eating rapist is going to come down any minute and select one of us to service her - in one way or another," Xander supplied unhelpfully.
"She's not up there."
"Huh? How do you know?"
Spike didn't even want to acknowledge how adorable Buffy's face looked all scrunched up as it was. "Vampire. Can't hear her. That's how I know."
"You're sure?"
"As sure as I can be, yeah."
"Ok, guess that gives us some time."
"Time for what?" Blayne spoke up to ask. For some reason, this all seemed completely normal to him - especially after all the things he'd already seen.
"I wish I knew..." Buffy finally admitted, grabbing hold of the bars again to try to pry them from the wall. She finally gave up with a sigh of irritation. "Ok, these must be magically enhanced or something because I'm not even making a dent here."
"Yeah, me either."
"We're fucked, is what we are," Blayne announced dejectedly, slumping against the bars.
"Don't take that attitude, man. Where there's a will, there's gotta to be a way to-" Xander's voice broke off mid-sentence as his mind went to a place he wished it had never ventured. "We are going to have to mess up her equation, somehow."
"What?" Buffy asked in confusion.
Xander turned to look at Blayne. "So, from what you've seen, Miss. French is going to come down here, pick out one of her virgin captives, do a whole lot of violating and then proceed to bite the head off the lucky victim, right?" Blayne nodded. "Well, we're just going to have to keep that from happening."
"Xander, what are you talking about?"
"Our virginity. It's what she wants, right? What she needs?"
Buffy nodded slowly. "I guess so."
Blayne looked at Xander with a whole new level of appreciation. "I get where you're going with this."
"What?? Could someone please make with some explainy?"
"Gotta take away the virginity part of the equation," Blayne announced a little too loudly, his voice echoing off the cement walls.
Buffy's face showed her discomfort as she looked between Xander and Blayne. "Ok, Xander, that is just way more information than I ever wanted to know about your sex life - or any potential sex life."
Buffy could practically feel the incredulous looks she received.
"Ok, Buffy... even for a manly man, such as myself," Xander began, "The bad place that your gutter brain is traveling defies even the most basic laws of physics." He gestured wildly to the large space that separated him from his schoolmate.
"Yeah," Blayne agreed, quickly shutting up when Xander motioned to let him do the talking. Xander knew this was going to have to be handled in the most delicate of manners, and again he cursed the fates that had him in this particular cell.
"Huh? What??" Buffy's voice bordered on shrill when she finally got whose virginity they were referring too. "Are you both insane or what? Xander, I can't believe you are even... thinking of this!"
"Oh, you have no idea just how disturbing this is for me," Xander assured her. "But I'm kinda liking my head where it is, thank you very much."
"And how do you think giving up my virginity is going to keep your head where it's supposed to be?"
"She needs purity," Blayne said simply, suddenly feeling years older than his tender sixteen.
"Yeah, and I'm thinking it will also serve to piss her off, which might give us the advantage we need. Might buy us some time, at the very least."
"But, but..." Buffy threw a desperate look in Spike's direction, figuring she would see a smug leer but was thrown off-guard by the almost... considerate expression on his face. "But... we already know Spike isn't a virgin! And hello! A pure vampire? Not so much!"
"I've never been with a human before."
It was those quietly spoken words that halted any further protestation Buffy was spooling up to deliver. "You haven't?"
"No."
"Oh."
"Buffy, believe me when I say that suggesting you jump the evil undead here is the absolute last thing I would EVER ask you to do," Xander's voice was completely serious, something that Buffy wasn't used to hearing from her usually sarcastic friend. "But, she wants you both for a reason, and I'm thinking that this might spoil her plans a bit. At least enough to throw her off and maybe allow us a chance to get out of here alive."
Feeling a sense of desperation welling up inside of her, Buffy tossed another glance in Spike's direction, surprised to see his jaw tightly clenched, almost as if he was fighting his own private battle. "Uh, what, um..." Buffy found that she couldn't continue with her line of questioning, her cheeks turning a very unflattering shade of crimson.
"I think they're right," Spike announced flatly, with a heavy sigh.
It was the slight bit of reluctance that comforted Buffy, knowing that if she had been faced with lewd remarks and suggestive comments, she would never even entertain the thought of going through with giving up her virginity in such a manner. But not only was she entertaining it, she knew she'd be following through with it.
"Yeah," she replied softly, ducking her head.
Spike sighed heavily once more. "Fuck," he muttered, making a physical effort at loosening his tightly coiled muscles.
"You don't want to do this?"
Spike sent her a sharp look. "I kill slayers, I don't fuck them." At the hurt look that sprung into Buffy's eyes just before she spun away, Spike cursed once more and touched her arm, turning her back towards him. "But even if we weren't in this situation, you'd be the exception," he murmured, running the palm of his hand soothingly up and down her arm, wanting nothing more than to tear Angelus' jacket from her body.
"Really?" Buffy asked, hating the needy tone that tinged her voice.
"Yeah, really."
Buffy took a deep, steadying breath. "Thanks." She gave him a brief smile, her nerves escalating as the reality of the situation hit.
She was about to lose her virginity to a virtual stranger.
To a vampire.
And shockingly, it didn't even seem like the worst thing in the world. Especially when Spike took her hand and led her into the shadowed part of their cell, privacy a thing that was in serious neglect, given the situation.
"What are you doing?" Xander called over, trying to make out his friend in the dim light.
"What do you think we're bloody doing?" Spike growled in irritation over his shoulder as he pushed Buffy against the back wall.
"Already?" Xander gulped loudly, wishing he could see. When he didn't receive a reply, he added, "If you hurt her, I'll make anything She-Mantis could do to you seem like nothing."
He was only slightly reassured by the muffled "not gonna hurt her" that floated across the room.
Buffy hadn't known exactly what to expect, but she surely hadn't expected the gentle kiss that Spike had initiated. A kiss guaranteed to ease her nerves and make her forget about her two classmates imprisoned a mere six feet away.
"Relax," he whispered in her ear, his husky tone causing a series of delicious shivers to run down her spine. "I meant what I said. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"How come?"
He pulled back a fraction to peer at her questioningly.
"How come you're not planning on hurting me?" Buffy clarified, wanting nothing more than to pull his lips back to her own, but needing to clear something up even more.
To see if he felt this... whatever, too.
A sensual smile played across his lips and he tipped his head to nibble at her mouth. "I've got more pleasurable things to do with you, that's why."
"That works for me," Buffy decided, shocking herself with her own boldness as she captured Spike's lips in a more heated version of their initial kiss, eagerly parting her lips to allow his tongue entry into her welcoming mouth. God, he felt amazing, she thought dreamily. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, but apparently her body didn't seem to know that. Even knowing Xander and Blayne were in the same room didn't seem to make a difference, she realized, wondering if that made her a total ho-bag.
With one practiced hand, Spike unzipped the jacket she wore and ripped it roughly from her shoulders, satisfied when he heard it rip loudly.
"Hey! Watch it! That's not mine!" Buffy exclaimed, tearing herself away from the paradise of his lips to voice her protest.
He smirked sensually. "I know."
Buffy gave a quick shake of her head. "I don't even wanna know."
Spike's response was merely to work his hand under her blouse, the palm of his hand cupping one silk-covered breast, its firm weight fitting perfectly into his hand. Needing to feel her bare flesh, Spike quickly pushed her bra up, baring her perfection to his hungry eyes. He gave her an appreciative smile before leaning down to flick his tongue over one perky tip, grinding his cock against her as he listened to her muted whimpers. Making sure that his duster was covering every inch of the slayer from any prying eyes, Spike popped the buttons of his jeans, practically groaning with relief when his erection burst free from its previous restrictive confines.
Buffy jumped when she felt Spike's hardness against the bare skin of her inner thigh, the short skirt she wore posing little trouble for the vampire's eager and experienced hands. Not that she minded, she realized, or the quickness that this was taking place. She'd hate to be interrupted by the She-Mantis before they got to do the deed, so haste was of the good.
When his talented fingers found their way into her panties, Buffy widened her stance to grant him easier access, the sensations he was building within her far outweighing any misgivings she might have about exactly what they were doing.
And why.
"We don't have time to really-"
"It's ok," Buffy interrupted him, moving things along by pressing herself tightly against Spike's lean body, smiling with satisfaction when she heard him hiss in appreciation.
"Christ, you feel good," he whispered, his lips blazing a trail across her jaw to the gentle curves of her throat, and he smiled when Buffy merely tipped her head to the side, her eyes closed and swollen lips parted as she accepted his attention at a place that no vampire had any business being near.
Pushing Buffy back roughly against the wall, Spike took himself in one hand and anchored Buffy's thigh against his hip with the other, the tip of his cock tracing the entrance of her moist cavern of heat slowly and sensually, wanting to make his entry as easy as possible.
Not that he had any deflowering experience to fall back on. Dru had been well-seasoned by the time he'd been brought on board and Spike hadn't strayed from her bed in the years since.
Until now.
When he felt her tense with acute anticipation, he moved his lips to hover over her ear, "I'll try to make this as painless as possible."
When Buffy nodded against his shoulder, it suddenly struck him the sheer oddity of his behavior. He was acting like a bloody human, caring about this girl's well-being. The knowledge began to set his temper ablaze, but when the slayer shifted so that the tip of his aching shaft entered the inferno of her virginal canal, all thought was forgotten as the need to bury himself as deep as he could consumed him.
Gripping her ass, Spike thrust into her tight sheath until his cock probed the barrier that marked her as untouched. Showing more restraint than he knew he possessed, he began easing himself out so he could further stretch her before filling her completely. Buffy spoiled his plans for slow and easy, however, shocking the hell out of him by slamming herself down around his turgid length, her hymen tearing easily against the self-inflicted onslaught.
Now buried as deep inside the slayer as he could possibly get, Spike held her hips still, needing a moment to get himself under control.
"Ok, that was... ow," Buffy whispered into his ear before burying her head into the crook of his neck but made no effort to move herself off of him. .
Roughly grabbing her other thigh, Spike swept her up so that he had both of her luscious legs wrapped around his slim hips, unable to stem the apologies he found himself whispering against her skin. Every pained hitch of her breath did something to him, unraveled him somehow, and he found himself just wanting to make her pain go away.
Damn Dru and her visions.
Not that he could think about anything at the moment, except the feeling of Buffy's heat gripping him. With his cock close to bursting, Spike began moving his hips in a slow, rhythmic manner, barely able to refrain from ramming into her to demonstrate his true savagery. Something seemed to be stopping him, however. Maybe it was because her warmth felt like home, something he hadn't even known he'd been missing until now. It wasn't going to take long before he was filling her with his seed, and his traitorous mind pondered the next time he took her, what it would be like then.
Because he sure as hell wasn't giving this up. There would be a next time. And a time after that.
So caught up in his own gratification, it took him a moment to catch up with the fact that Buffy was moving against him, seeking a bit of her own pleasure; her full breasts flattened against his chest as she began to ride him in earnest, and Spike had to make a visible effort to swallow back a loud moan.
"Oh god..." Buffy uttered breathlessly, slamming her pelvis down to meet each upward thrust. "This feels kinda good."
Spike was unable to answer as sensations unlike anything he'd ever experienced in his vast years upon the earth quickly overwhelmed him. Capturing her lips hungrily, his tongue plunged into her mouth in the same fashion that his dick continued to pound into her - without hesitation and oddly, no regret.
Buffy kissed him back just as hungrily, breaking away and tossing her head back when what had to be her first orgasm snuck up and crashed over her, the surprise in her eyes as her body burst into myriad of intense sensation warming him, his own completion seconds behind.
When Buffy could actually think again, she realized that she had Spike's fangs embedded in her throat, and his seed dripping from between her legs. Before she could do anything about the former, Spike lifted his head, licking his lips as his tongue swept up any stray blood.
And he smiled at her.
Buffy smiled shyly back.
Xander sighed heavily and shifted his erection as the moans across the room settled into heavy panting. "This just sucks, you know that?" He gestured wildly towards the opposite cell where the back of Spike was just barely visible. "This is just wrong."
Blayne adjusted his own pants. "Well, you were the one who told her to do it."
"Yeah, I know, but she wasn't supposed to... enjoy it so much," Xander complained bitterly, finding himself hornier than when Miss French had first opened the door and he'd gotten a load of her skimpy shirt.
"Yeah, can't say as she really seemed to mind it," Blayne agreed mildly. The muted sound of zippers and clothes rustling reached their ears and they both groaned.
"Uh, you ok, Buffy?" Xander dared to ask, knowing it was a question bordering on the ridiculous. He'd heard just how ok she'd been just moments before. But she did just have sex with a vampire, so he felt the question necessary and completely justified.
"Yep, all in one piece," she called back, peering over Spike's shoulder. "Well, more or less."
"Right, well..." Xander rubbed his hands together nervously. "Maybe we should start talking about a battle plan now that the uh... deed... is done." He waited to catch sight of Buffy. "You know, you could come back into the light now."
"No, I'm good."
"Right, because - " Whatever he'd been about to say was interrupted by a loud bang from above, and Xander sighed heavily. "Oh, lovely. Mcfly must be home."
Barely a minute passed before the door to the basement was thrown open and something entered that made even Spike stare in horror as it crawled into the room.
"Oh man, she's pissed," Blayne whispered to Xander, having previously witnessed the shocking reality that was Miss. French in her true nature.
With only themselves as weapons, Spike and Buffy stood back to back in preparation for what was to come, and didn't have long to wait. As expected, they were the subject of attack, having messed up the mutant insect's carefully laid out plans.
"How dare you!" the creature screamed, the words garbled through her insect incisors.
With a savage screech, the door to their cell was ripped off its hinges, giving them all a slight hint of the strength the monster possessed. "Right. Well, this is going to be fun," Spike commented as threw himself into the attack, Buffy hot on his heels.
Easily finding items to use as weapons, Spike and Buffy still found themselves at a huge disadvantage, as the oversized bug dodged blows and swept them aside with little difficulty; the two teens watched in pained horror from their cell as their chances of survival seemed to dwindle right before their eyes.
Just when the ending seemed imminent, and Buffy found herself staring into the snapping jaws of death while Spike lay unconscious across the room, they got a lucky break.
The cavalry rode in.
Not only did they ride in, but they brought weapons that allowed Buffy to quickly render Miss French into a heaping pile of chopped insect parts.
When it was all over, and Buffy stood in the middle of the dank basement breathing heavily, she sent Giles a thankful look and rushed over to let Xander and Blayne out.
"Where's Spike?" Xander asked at the same time that Angel picked up his shredded leather jacket and held it up with a questioning look.
"Uh, Buffy? Did something happen to my jacket?" Angel asked, a dumbfounded expression on his face as he brought it to his nose. "There's something weird going on," he muttered darkly, looking around.
"See? Told you the wanker couldn't sniff out his own ass," Spike commented, struggling to his feet in the dark corner where he'd been thrown in the battle. "Or his own kin, for that matter."
Buffy rushed to Spike's side. "Are you ok?" she asked, suddenly finding herself apprehensive at what type of reception her concern on his behalf would receive, now that the whole life-or-death scenario was behind them.
He nodded, keeping his eyes on Angel, but managing to send her a brief, telling grin.
"Spike," Angel bit out, glowering.
"Angelus," Spike acknowledged, reaching for Buffy's hand.
"Buffy, come over here. He's dangerous."
"Well, that was nice and cryptic. Thanks for the memo, Angel," Buffy retorted, taking the proffered hand and settling against Spike's side.
Giles looked around the room in confusion before zeroing his attention on Xander, knowing Buffy's behavior was anything but typical - even for her. "Perhaps you could shed some light as to what has transpired here?"
Blayne and Xander exchanged glances. "Believe me when I say - you don't want to know," Xander finally replied, heading for the stairs and freedom. "Ever."
Blayne nodded in agreement and followed Xander up the stairs. He turned around on the top step and gave Buffy a half-salute. "See you at school on Monday," he told her. "Oh, and thanks for your most noble sacrifice. I'm glad it did the trick." With a curt wave and a wink, he was gone.
Giles swiveled his head to stare at his slayer who was being led up the stairs by the blonde stranger that had been deemed dangerous by Angel. "What sacrifice?"
"Like Xander said, you don't wanna know," was the only answer Buffy gave him before she, too, was out of sight, an enraged Angel left glowering at Giles' side.
"Who is that man?"
Angel sighed heavily. "He's not a man."
Leveling an irritated look in Angel's direction, Giles inquired, "Then what is he?"
Long strides took Angel to the top of the stairs. "You don't wanna know."
"Angel..." Giles' voice held a steely warning.
Angel sighed again. "Alright. He's a vampire."
The watcher ripped off his glasses and stared in shock. "Good lord! Do you mean to tell me that Buffy left voluntarily with a vampire? Are you quite certain?"
Angel nodded his head grimly.
"How do you happen to be in possession of this information?"
Angel sighed heavily once more before stepping through the basement door. "You don't wanna know," the vampire tossed over his shoulder as he left.
And Giles was left with the feeling that he really didn't want to know.
THE END
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