(Author's Note: Because someone asked. The Gaimanesque bit seems random and strange because to Spike it IS random and strange. He knows the reason WHY Morpheus wished to speak with him right away… he wanted to be first to establish a relationship with the new 'Jesus-figure'. But Spike doesn't realize the implications of this yet. He will start to get inklings in this story and be smacked upside the head with the full reality in the sequel. I'm not going to tell you want the realities are, of course, but I think you can guess. The reason I called Gaiman a prophet (and I really don't think it's similar to what's been done in the series. I don't think the author ever mentioned himself in the series) was because he's already been mentioned in an earlier chapter as an established person. But, I have to tell you, Lynn, I have no freaking clue what you're talking about when you mention the 'Chattering Order'. Did I sleep through that bit? Was it Buffy or Gaiman? And I 'd like to take this opportunity to thank all my reviewers! I love you all!)
At that moment the doorbell rang. Spike got up to answer it more as an excuse to escape the room than anything else.
“Anya?” Spike raised an eyebrow. The ex-demon had been absent for the past week.
“I'm here to see Xander.” Anya said as she stomped determinedly past him.
“Now might not be the best time-“ Spike began, but she was already in the kitchen.
“Oh, great, Anya's here. What horribly inappropriate thing does she have to say today? Is Xander's penis too small? Did you two have sex in a public place recently? Does Xander enjoy being spanked with gym socks stuffed with meat?” Willow snarked, making everyone react in one way or another.
“Willow! Don't ever say my penis is small again, for any reason! And don't talk like that about Anya!” Xander sputtered.
“God, meat-spanking? That's not true, is it Xander? We're never spanking with meat, Spike. Though the public place might be fun!” Buffy sent him a wide grin.
Spike attempted to remain calm.
“Don't you people have anything to drink around here? God, I think I'm completely sober. Must be the first time in weeks. It's bloody awful.” Giles got up and started searching through the cupboards.
Spike rolled his eyes. Right, AA for the Watcher first thing once they figured out what the Hell was going on.
No one else even noticed Giles.
“She's not really your girlfriend, Xander. You just use each other to get off. I mean, how can you have a relationship with her? She's like a child!” Willow continued.
“I am in no way child-like! And I'm not using Xander! Xander, why is Willow talking like this?” Anya demanded.
“What, talking like you?” Buffy said with a smirk, “It's not a nice feeling is it? To have all that bluntness in your face like that.”
“God! All you people ever do is WHINE! Whine, whine whine.” Tara threw open the liquor cabinet and thrust a bottle of Spike's rum into Giles waiting grasp, “Whine!”
Spike tried a little harder to be calm. Getting a word in edgewise was clearly not going to happen.
“Pour me a finger or two while you're at it.” Tara told Giles, getting out some glasses.
Spike wanted very much to drink too, despite the heinously early hour. But he figured as the only one apparently sane, he might want to also be sober.
“You know what I think about a lot,” Buffy spoke up suddenly, ignoring Willow, Xander and Anya's bickering, “Anal sex.”
Spike gave up entirely on calm and focused on not doing anything to embarrass himself.
Tara swallowed some rum mixed with grapefruit juice and turned to Giles, “Why are we all acting like this? It's like I just can't stop saying things!”
Giles had started drinking the rum like it owed him money, “Why the Hell does everyone come running to me for answers? I'm not Ward Fucking Cleaver! I'm nobody's sodding father!”
Anya, Xander and Willow had reached new volumes, threatening Spike's hearing for the second time that morning.
“I'm not using Anya to get off! I think I might love her!” Xander burst out.
The room got quiet for a few seconds.
“You love me, Xander?” Anya asked, looking downright misty.
“Yes. But it scares the living daylights out of me! How can I take care of you when I can't even take care of my self!” Xander rubbed his face vigorously, “He tried to rape me.” Xander turned angry eyes to Buffy, “And you let him go! After everything he did, you just shoved a soul back up his ass and let him go on his merry way.”
Buffy blinked, “I-I-“
“No, don't tell me you're sorry! You were the whole reason he was ever here in the first place. You let Angelus out the first time and you let him go when he came back all souled up and you went and you did it again!”
“I AM sorry, Xander. I don't know why I did that.” Buffy looked near tears.
Spike wanted to open his mouth and tell her why. He knew why. But she wouldn't understand.
The precious Powers That Be were the reason. They had marked Angel as their special gopher and he had to remain whole, no matter what he did in any incarnation. Buffy had been chosen by these same Powers, they must have implanted the idea that Angel must live in her head.
Spike knew this now and he didn't know how or why he knew this.
“I don't care why, I only care that you did it.” Xander dropped his gaze to the table, “Why am I saying all this?”
“Because I put a spell on you that made you say whatever you were thinking about.” Willow said suddenly and promptly slapped a hand over her own mouth.
The room erupted and Spike found himself making his way upstairs.
Once he entered his bedroom, he calmly crawled into bed and covered himself completely. He used a pillow to block out the yelling from downstairs.
He was simply going back to sleep. He would wake up and maybe this would all go away. He never should have got out of bed this morning.
Spike was beyond confused. He spent his entire existence focused on a single person, first his mother, then Dru, then Tara. Now, he cared for Buffy, Xander, Willow, Anya, and even Giles as well. Now that they were all fighting, he didn't know who to side with. This was the first time this had ever happened to him.
He closed his eyes tight and started humming loudly.
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Buffy noticed Spike's absence quickly and went to find him, leaving an irate Xander and a sobbing Willow to scream themselves out.
She found him, burrowed under the covers humming 'Heart of Glass' by Blondie of all things.
She slipped into bed and wrapped her arms around him, “I miss you when you leave the room. Sometimes I don't know how I can possibly love anyone as much as I love you.”
Spike pulled the pillow away from his ears in surprise, “Love, you heard about the spell, right? Maybe you don't want to go talking about things you don't want to say.”
“I want to say this. I should have said this more. Sometimes you're all I think about and I think about sex every two minutes. I never thought about sex this much before. I think it's because the sex is so fantastic.” Buffy straddled him then, thrusting her pelvis against his. Two very thin layers of fabric separated them and the erection Spike had had since Buffy brought up anal sex hardened a bit more.
Buffy stripped off her t-shirt and started easing the pajama pants down her hips, “It should be a law that guys as hot as you should have to go shirtless all the time.” She toyed with Spike's nipples and started pulling down his pants.
Spike pulled himself out of his stupor to lift his hips to help her.
“Though, then everyone else would get to see you, too. No, I think I like you with the shirt in public.” Buffy raised herself to position Spike beneath her and lowered herself down on him.
They groaned in unison.
“I love how you feel inside me. Sometimes I think you were made for me.” Buffy began to rock forward and back.
Spike simply stared up at her in awe.
“The anal sex thing, I meant it. You know how, right? Can we try it?” Buffy bent low to rub their chest together and press kiss on his throat.
Spike flapped his mouth a few times before words could get out, “Y-Yeah, I know how, love. We need to get some things, though, lube and condoms and such- Oh, God Buffy! Don't stop!”
Buffy was clenching all those lovely Slayer muscles down on his as she felt her own orgasm approach. This was a trick she had learned by accident just the week before.
Spike thrust up helplessly against her.
“And we should try the dryer thing the next time we're home alone-” Buffy continued, but broke off as her system was racked with a furious climax.
Spike followed shortly after gasping out her name.
“You say my name like a prayer.” Buffy commented, wrapping her legs around him to keep them connected as she slid them over so they were laying sideways, “I love how beautiful you make me feel. I don't tell you how beautiful you are, though. I think it all the time but I never say it.”
Spike tried to fathom something to say and came up short. That had been happening a lot today.
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