Chapter Eleven: Sidetracked
"What happened?" Giles asked as Spike entered the apartment with Faith held tightly in his arms.
Spike strode all the way inside, past their questioning gazes, and set Faith on the couch gently.
Buffy closed the door behind her, turning to answer her friends. "We were attacked."
Willow left the room, returning a moment later with a first aid kit. "By the demon?" she asked kneeling in front of Faith to examine her body for any injuries.
"Demons with a pulse," Buffy told them.
"The Initiative?" Giles took off his glasses and cleaned them quickly before putting them back on. "We’ve been looking into them while you were on patrol."
"Find anything useful? Like how to shut them down?" Buffy asked sarcastically. She sat down on the arm of the chair Spike was sitting in, ignoring the way Giles stared at the movement. She had no idea why, but she felt drawn to him in an inexplicable way.
Willow, completely ignorant to her surroundings, finally assessed that Faith had no cuts or bruises visible to the eye. "Maybe we should take her to the hospital," she suggested. "It doesn’t look like she hit her head, but there could be internal damage that is causing her unconsciousness."
"The wankers drugged her with somethin’," Spike told them, speaking up for the first time.
Buffy nodded. "It was a pretty big dosage. She could be out for a while."
Giles looked baffled. "I can’t understand why they would attack Faith. They know nothing of her existence."
"Maybe they’ve been following us," Buffy said. "Watching us patrol. Seen how strong Faith is, saw her dusting vamps?"
"Possibly." Giles looked thoughtful as he contemplated the idea.
Willow stood from her position next to Faith, closing the first aid kit before returning to her computer. "I’m really close to decoding this file I found," she told them as she stared intently at the screen. "It’s called 314, does that ring any bells?" she asked Buffy.
"Nope, sorry. I don’t remember much, but for some reason I remember Dr. Walsh and Professor Angleman talking about someone called Adam," she replied with a shrug. "Must be one of the soldiers."
"Most likely," Giles agreed. "But I for one will feel better when we know what we’re up against."
"And we’re going to find out how?" Spike asked sarcastically. "By sitting on our arses and talking it to death?"
Buffy glared at him. "And what’s your idea? Hit them until your brain starts to bleed?"
Spike narrowed his eyes at her. "Not them I feel like hitting right now, love."
"Ooh, I’m scared of the handicapped vampire," Buffy taunted.
He smirked. "Now that’s not exactly true," Spike replied with a wink.
"Would you two be quiet?" Giles demanded looking up from the book he was reading. "I think I’ve found our culprit."
Buffy and Spike stared each other down, neither wanting to be the first to look away. When Giles looked back down at his book, Spike’s blank expression changed to suggestive as he raised an eyebrow at her. His stare became a leer, making her uncomfortable under his gaze. Groaning inwardly, she gave up the staring contest turning her attention to Giles.
"The Polgara demon," he read from the book. "Leaves behind a distinct protein marker-"
"Ew."
Giles continued, ignoring her outburst, "When threatened bone skewers jut from the creature’s forearms during battle. They have keen eyesight and are quite destructive in their actions."
Buffy stood clapping her hands for emphasis. "Okay, so now we know what we’re fighting. Spike and I will go back out and patrol for our demon." She turned to the redhead who was still focused on her work at the computer. "Wills, call Xander and get him here. We’re going to need him to translate the army talk when you decode the file."
"Buffy are you positive you should go without Faith?" Giles asked, concern written all over his face. "If they try to attack again, you’ll surely be outnumbered and Spike won’t be able to help you."
"I’ll be fine," she assured him. "If anything Spike can run back here and get you guys to help." She smiled teasingly at the irritated vampire.
"You better hope I’m in a generous mood," he grumbled before following her out the front door.
***
Buffy’s lips.
Buffy’s lips were on his.
Buffy’s lips were on his and he was awake.
Every night since he’d saved her from the Initiative, Spike had dreamed about this very moment. It didn’t matter that she’d only grazed his lips briefly that one time, ever since he’d been longing to feel it again. The feelings she stirred up inside him, he’d thought were dead long ago.
And it wasn’t just him. With every little moan and sigh he knew she felt it too. Felt the intensity of their mouths crashing together frantically. Felt the passion as their tongues dueled for dominance. Felt the arousal as his cock became harder with each passing moment.
He didn’t care that he was a demon, he was in heaven.
He pressed her into the mausoleum they were up against, careful not to let her feel his erection in fear of her pushing him away because of it. He could smell the dampness of her own arousal, but knew she wouldn’t admit that it was him that arose those feelings inside her.
His hands were all over her, as if he couldn’t make himself believe she was really in his arms. As the minutes passed, she grew bolder. Touching him a little bit more, kissing him a little more aggressively. And then suddenly her hands were sliding inside his duster, feeling his back through his shirt.
She pulled her head back, gasping for breath. When she didn’t push him away in disgust, Spike began kissing along he neck stopping briefly when he could feel her blood pulsing erratically beneath his lips. Refusing to give into temptation he continued his trail, his cool lips attacking her neck and collarbone.
Buffy gripped the back of his head, holding him to her as she entangled her fingers in his blonde curls. Pulling his head up forcefully, she saw the pained expression in his eyes as he misunderstood her intentions. Wanting more than anything, for a reason she couldn’t bring herself to think about just then, to put him at ease she gently caressed his cheek before pulling him towards her for another searing kiss.
Her hands made their way lower, traveling over his toned abdomen before reaching their destination. Spike nearly came at the feeling of her cupping his erection in her tiny hand. "Buffy," he whispered against her lips. He could really kick himself for reverting back to nancy boy William, but he wanted to make sure she knew what she was doing before she regretted it.
The only response he got was her kissing him more intensely than before. Things were changing between them. It didn’t feel like the animalistic urge it had been when they started. Although their kisses and touches were still frantic and demanding, there was also something much softer about them than there had been before.
He groaned as her fingers stopped caressing him through his jeans and moved up to the button separating them. With skilled, slayer hands she undid the button and worked her hand inside. He broke the kiss, opening his eyes as he felt her take his cock in her hand.
For the first time since they entered the graveyard, she smiled up at him. A genuine, sincere, caring smile that melted his insides. He couldn’t resist bending down to capture her lips in a soft kiss as she continued stroking his erection.
"Up ahead, behind that building," he heard someone whisper from the other side of the mausoleum. He almost hadn’t heard, his brain not fully functioning, and he hoped he was mistaken.
"What type of sub terrestrial?" another hushed voice asked.
"Vampire."
Spike wished for the millionth time that he didn’t have that sodding chip in his head. He would teach those wanker soldier boys not to interrupt him again. Using all the willpower he possessed, he broke away from his slayer taking her hand in his and removing it from his member. She looked up at him, confused and hurt. He placed a finger to his lips, signaling her to remain quiet while he put himself back together. "We’ve got company, pet," he whispered in her ear when he had finished.
Buffy stiffened, her hand automatically reaching for the stake in her back pocket.
"Won’t be needing that," he assured her. "It’s your ex."
Instead of making a run for it, which would have been the smart thing to do, Buffy jumped out from behind the mausoleum, startling her opponents.
"Buffy?" Riley looked confused and turned to Graham who was holding a device of some kind. "I thought you said it was a vampire?"
Spike stepped out, careful to stay behind her.
"Oh, it’s you." Riley took in Buffy and Spike’s disheveled appearances with an angry glance. "What were you doing behind there?" he accused.
Spike smirked at him knowingly while Buffy crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "What are you doing out here?" she asked. "Looking for your lost demon?"
Riley and Graham looked at each other nervously. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," Riley lied.
"Oh, I think you do," Buffy countered. "Polgara, ring any bells for you guys? Likes making people into human shishkabobs."
Riley looked relieved. "We really can’t reveal any information."
Buffy eyed him suspiciously. "Don’t worry, you don’t have to. We’ll figure out what you guys are up to. Believe me, we’re close."
Riley chuckled. "I’m sure you are," he replied dismissively.
"Oh, give me a break! If you aren’t threatened by us then why’d you attack Faith tonight?"
Riley had the common sense to look confused. "Who’s Faith?"
"Doesn’t matter," Buffy snapped. "Three of your guys attacked us. Came out of a beat up truck looking all Private Benjamin."
"The Initiative doesn’t own any beat up trucks," Riley responded, becoming angry and irrational at her accusations. "We have state of the art, army vehicles."
"Riley," Graham warned.
Riley shook his head, clearing his mind. He’d let Buffy get to him and, in the process, almost revealed classified information to her. "I’ve already said too much."
Buffy glared at the four soldiers in front of her, all of them standing on guard, before training her eyes on Riley. "Unless you want to fight me, and I really don’t think you do, you’ll walk away. Now."
The soldiers stood still, waiting for confirmation from their team leader. "Let’s move out," Riley commanded, keeping an eye on the slayer and vampire until he and the soldiers were at a safe distance.
Buffy refused to look at Spike. Instead she turned and headed in the direction they’d started out in before they’d gotten sidetracked.
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