Never be the same again: Harsh Light of Day

by Mary Perk

Disclaimer: Don't own any of it.
Distribution: I only write for BloodshedVerse.
Beta: Spikes_petslayer the Great.
Three lines of script from Harsh Light of Day at beginning of story.


Never be the same again: Harsh Light of Day

Parker : I do. But I'm starting to feel like you felt what? Some kind of commitment? Are you sure that's what you want right now?

Buffy : I just thought...

Parker : I'm sorry if you missed something. I thought things were pretty clear.

Parker mentally shook his head at the niave little freshman.  She just didn't seem to get it. He severely hoped she would soon though. She hadn't even been that skilled in bed.  She never even offered to give him a blowjob.  That had disappointed him, as that was his favorite part of sex. He had better things to do and he needed to do them soon!    Parker covertly glanced at his watch.  He was suppose to be meeting another freshman in just a few minutes.  Now if this one would just go away and leave him alone!

Buffy wavered between being sad and being mad.  Who the hell did Parker think he was?  God's gift to women?  Then a niggling little voice in the back of her head whispered, what if it was you?  What if you just weren't good enough?  Buffy's eyes filled with tears. In a few seconds, her head popped up as her vamp-detecting senses went haywire.  Buffy glanced around, spotting Spike closing in on her and Parker.  Hmmm, Spike must have the Gem of Amara.  An evil plan popped into Buffy's head. She would use Spike for revenge.  She hoped he would go for it, after all he did try to help her by telling her mom they were in a band togther during the Acathla incident.  She whirled around to face Spike with a smirk on her face.   Boy howdy, he was hot in the sunlight, no pun intended.  Bad Buffy, no thinking that about him.  Buffy mentally slapped herself, even as she planned out what she was going to do and say.

Spike almost stopped in his tracks.  He heard what the stupid pillock had said to the Slayer.  For some reason it pissed him off, wasn't sure why exactly, but it felt alot like how he had when Angelus had taken Dru from him while he was in wheelchair. And that didn't please him, not one little bit. Buffy was a magnificent woman, even if she was his enemy.  She didn't deserve to be shot down any more than that poncy poet he use to be had.  Spike suddenly realized how beautiful the Slayer looked in the sunlight.  Sure, she was gorgeous at night in the darkness, but in the sun?  She was.......efflugent.  Damn, there's that word, again.  Truthfully though, next to Buffy, Cicely was an old hag.

Spike saw a glimpse of the smirk on the Slayer's face before her expression changed to........terror.  What the heck did she have on her mind? He knew she wasn't scared of him.  She must have a plan!  A plan to get back at this idiot. Spike hoped he was part of it, because he wanted in on the fun.  Buffy moved closer to look up at him with pleading eyes as she caught up one of his hands with both of hers.  Spike leaned in just a little to sniff her.  No, there was no fear scent on her, just the smell of vanilla and Slayer, with a hint of arousal for the dance they were about to begin.

Parker noticed that the blonde, Buffy, had moved slightly away from him to a man who looked vaguely familiar.  Oh good, she isn't going to be bugging me anymore, he thought to himself.  At least until she opened her mouth and began speaking.

"Please don't hurt him, Spike, he doesn't mean anything to me.  Please.  I just got so jealous when I saw you at the party with that ho, Harmony.  I am so sorry."  Buffy fervently hoped that this worked.  So when Spike began to speak, she was pleasantly surprised.  Buffy was pleased that Spike fell into the plan so fast.

"Are you sure you are sorry, Buffy?  I won't have you running off with another git, again," growled Spike, taking Buffy's face in his hands to lift her eyes to his.  This boy had played with the Slayer, now she was playing him back.  Git wouldn't know what hit him.  Spike was thrilled to be along for the ride.  Parker recognized the other man as soon as he began speaking.  He had been at the frat party last night with a nasal-sounding blonde chick who must be the aforementioned Harrmony.

"Yes, yes, I am sorry.  Please don't hurt him like the last one I was with." 

"W-w-what did he do with the last one?" Parker stammered.  Spike tore his eyes away from Buffy's to glare at Parker, growling low in his throat.  Parker took a step backwards at the menacing sound.

"Spike hit him over the head with a fireplace poker," replied Buffy, stepping closer to Spike to press herself against him.  Telling the truth, but totally taking it out of context.

"P-p-oker?  Didn't it kill him?" Parker just couldn't stop stammering.  Here he had thought the little freshman Buffy would be an easy notch on the bedpost.  Should have known better when that bleached Brit showed up at the frat party.  Sure they had argued, but you could tell there was something between them.

"Nah, Peaches always had a iron skull."

"Maybe you should just bite this one a few times, put the fear of Spike in him," murmered Buffy, rubbing her face against Spike's shoulder.  Spike's demon pushed forth at those words.  She was really getting into this.  Who knew Spike had such a great body and would smell so darned intoxicating.    When he looked down at her with his yellow-demon eyes, she peered up at him through her lashes.  "I am still your girl, right?"

When Spike heard these words, all plans on killing the Slayer went out the window.  She was his now.  And nothing was going to stand in his way of finally getting the girl. 

"Damn right you are still my girl.  About bloody time you learned it, too," Spike growled.  He looked at Parker, causing Parker to eep.  And while that sound was okay coming from a girl, say like Willow, it sounded stupid coming from a full grown man......git like Parker.  "I ever see you near my girl, again, you tosser, there will be Hell to pay."

Parker rushed off, vowing to himself to get a transfer out of UCSunnydale.  Buffy continued to watch Spike from under her lashes as he watch the other man run off.  He looked good in the sun and  Angel did say to get a man who could walk in the sun with her, maybe this was an omen.  Buffy had always be equally repulsed and attacted to Spike.  Spike shifted his attention back to the Slayer.

"So Slayer, I had planned on killing you, but I think I have better plans for you," Spike continued to growl as he moved on hand off of Buffy's face, down her neck to her pounding pulse point, "Much better plans.  And you sealed your fate when you declared you belong to me."

"W-w-what do you mean?" Buffy stammered.  This would teach her to space off during one of Giles's lectures.  Buffy realized she might have overplayed her hand and was in deep trouble.  Spike's vampface melted away to show his human disguise.  She had never realized what a beautiful shade of blue his eyes were before.

"You are mine now, Slayer.  I am going to claim you, make you so totally mine Peaches won't ever be able to have you again."

"B-b-but...." Buffy's eyes filled with tears that flowed down her cheeks when she closed them, "I don't want to be a vampire, Spike.  Please not that."  With Parker playing her for a fool and Spike going along with her revenge, Buffy was overwhelmed so she turned into EmotionalBuffy instead of BitchyBuffy with Spike's words.

"Don't want you to be a vampire either, pet.  Like you just the way you are.  So we are going to go through your classes, acting nice and normal, then we will go some where private to finish our conversation."  Spike looked down into Buffy's beautiful face and couldn't resist kissing her.  His lips met hers.  Firm and gentle, possessive and tenative, cold meeting warmth.  Buffy gasped as shivers ran up and down her spine.  That was unexpected.  Buffy had always imagined that her repulsion for him would win out over the attraction.  Boy, was she ever wrong. Spike broke off the kiss, took her arm and grabbed her books for her.

Bufy's eyes popped open in surprise.  Something strange was definitly going on.  Spike was touching her in a very gentle way.  And being gentlemanly carrying her books.  "Where to, pet?"

"Just one class today.  Psychology 101, but I have it with Willow.  You might freak her out," Buffy pointed out the building that held the classroom.

"That's a chance I am willing to take, luv.  Gonna stay close to my girl," Spike said, as he turned the two of them towards the building.

"What about Harmony?"

"That bint?  She makes Dru look like a bloody genius.  At least with Dru, even if you didn't understand her you knew it meant something, even if was only to herself.  Harmony keeps calling me Blondie Bear..." Spike shuddered.  As they approached the building, they noticed a bright flash of red hair.  Spike sauntered up to Willow, dragging a slightly reluctant Buffy behind him.

"Hello, Red.  Look I found hanging out in the Commons," Spike smirked then dropped Buffy's books on the bench beside Willow.  He sat down,  pulling Buffy down on his lap.  Willow's eyes grew rounder and rounder, till she finally made an eep sound that totally did sound better than any noise that eminated from that git Parker.

"S-s-spike and Buffy, um.......how are you?"  Willow stuttered.

"Doing fine, now that I have found my girl, Red.  How are you and....." Spike sniffed the air, "Dogboy doing?'

"Fine, fine.  Well except the part where a certain someone kidnapped me and Xander.  And we sorta made with the smoochies."

"What?  You and the Whelp?  Oh, Dogboy is much better than him," replied Spike.  Buffy slapped Spike's chest.

"Watch it, Spike, Xander is our friend," Buffy said glancing at her watch, "Time to get to class."  She grabbed her books as she stood up.  She moved towards the door of the building.  Spike and Willow both hurriedly got up to keep up with the Slayer.  Spike reached around Buffy and held the door for both girls. 

When they reached the classroom, Spike sprawled in a seat between the two girls,  scooted both of thier chairs closer to him and flung an arm behind each one.  Acting as if he owned the world or at the very least the two women he was with.  Spike studied the room, when he decided that no one presented a problem, he closed his eyes.  He was a bit tired with his sleep cycle being messed up.  He concentrated on singling out the Slayer's heartbeat.  Soon he was drifting along, but a gasp from the Slayer caused him to open his eyes.  Entering the room behind the professor was a man.  He was tall, dark and.......cardboardy.  Spike studied him for a minute, then glanced at Buffy, raising an eyebrow.  She quickly dashed off a little note to him.

The guy, Riley, the TA, he makes my vamp senses tingle.

Spike read the note, then tuned his senses in on the man in question.  Ya, now that he studied him, he too noticed something was odd.  Spike nodded slightly indicating he felt it.  Then he passed Buffy's note on to Willow.  She glanced at the note, glanced at Spike and Buffy, then just gave a little nod before going back to her notes.  Spike began to study Riley and in turn the professor.  As he watched them interact, he realized there was more to the relationship than teacher and assistant.  Nothing sexual that he could asertain, but something was there.

As soon as class was over, the three were trying to get out of the classroom as soon as possible when the teacher said, "Miss Summers, Miss Rosenburg, I notice you brought a friend to class today.  I hope that doesn't become a habit."

Willow spoke up, "Oh no, Professer Walsh, he is just a friend from high school, in town for a bit.  Professer Walsh, this is........"

"William," Spike offered.  He hadn't planned on shaking hands with the woman, but when she put her hand out to him, he worried not shaking her hand would cause her to get suspisious.  So he shook her hand, making sure to do it all weakwristed and nerdy.  He laughed inside at her obvious confusion.  His handshake at odds with his punk bad boy appearance.

"Well, William, your hand is certainly cool for such a warm day.  If I didn't know better I would say you were a vampire," Professor Walsh said slyly.

"Oh no, William has bad circulation.  He has been like that as long as we have known him," replied Buffy, placing her hand in Spike's elbow as if to establish ownership.

"Just how long have you known each other, Miss Summers?" asked Professer Walsh.

"Gosh, it's been almost two years, hasn't it?" replied Willow, looking at Spike and Buffy.  They both nodded.  "See, if William was a vampire, he certainly would have eaten us both all up by now."

"Not for the lack of trying, pet," Spike waggled his eyebrows at Willow, smirked and did his sexy tongue roll.  Willow blushed as bright red as her hair at the sexual ennuendo.  Buffy slapped one arm and Willow slapped the other.  Spike pretended like it actually hurt.  Enjoying the attention.  Then he pulled away from Buffy to go stand in a spot of sunlight.

Professor Walsh shook her head and dismissed the three.  As soon as they left the building and were out in the sun, they hurried towards Buffy and Willow's dorm room.  They got into the room without incident.  Just as they were sitting down, a loud knock came at the door.  The two girls jumped just a little, both spooked by the wierdness that was Professer Walsh.

"Who's there?" asked Willow.

"Xander!  Open up, Willow."

Willow crossed the room to the door.  She opened it just a hair to peek out.  Sure enough it was Xander, alone.  Willow opened the door, bowed dramatically.  "Welcome to Casa Summers and Rosenburg."

Xander entered the room, stopping suddenly when he saw the vampire lounging on Buffy's bed next to the Slayer.  "WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?"

"Keep your voice down, you git.  I am here with my girl."

"Your girl??"

Willow herded Xander to her side of the room, pushed him down on the bed and told him to shut up.  Xander didn't like this one bit and kept throwing dirty looks at the vampire now lounging on the Slayer's bed.  Spike just smirked before pulling Buffy against his body.

"So, guys, what is up with Riley," asked Willow, pulling the note Buffy had wrote out of her notebook.  She handed it to Xander who quickly read it.

"I am not sure.  He makes me all.....wiggy," replied Buffy.

"I noticed it, too.  But he is human, heartbeat and all," Spike spoke up, "And 'm suspicious of that professor of yours.  Thier relationship isn't just teacher/aide.  Not to mention her reaction to my handshake."

"What reaction?" Xander piped up.

"She asked Spike if he was a vampire," Willow told her friend.  Xander thought that was kinda strange.  Most people couldn't tell a vampire if it bit them, which was usually about the time the idiots figured it out.

"She asked even though Spike was out in broad daylight?  He has that gem thingie Giles was going on about, right?" asked Xander.  The others nodded.

"So what should we do?" asked Buffy, "I think Riley belongs to the fraternity in Lowell House. Normally I would say that one of us could ask him out on a date but.........."  Buffy broke off as Spike growled at her.  She turned to look at his face, all he did was rub her cheek with his knuckles.  His actions didn't scare her.  She felt protected and safe.  Strange feelings to have for her mortal enemy, or was he her former mortal enemy?

Willow and Xander watched them.  Both overwhelmed by the emotions that played across the faces of the Slayer and the vampire.  They both knew that Angel had truly broken Buffy's heart when he had left Sunnydale the previous spring.  They both also knew that she would have done anything to have him stay, but still it hadn't been enough.  Xander watched the tender display that the vampire was giving Buffy and finally had to speak up.

"What is going on with you two?  Buffy, you know he is an evil souless creature, right?"

Spike looked away from Buffy to stare at Xander.  Xander gulped and looked away from the vampire's intense eyes. 

"I was on my way to kill her when I found her being shotdown by that ponce Parker.  Telling her she was just another notch on the bedpost.  Made me see red.  Then when the Slayer decided to play a trick on him, I went along with it.  Was brilliant fun, too.  That made me decide there was something much more interesting about Buffy than killing her," Spike said as he returned his eyes to Buffy.  She looked down, embarassed.

"I know he is evil and souless, Xander, but...... I don't know.....you never really saw him with Drusilla.  Not like I did. He was totally devoted to her for over 100 years.  Is it so wrong to want some of that devotion for myself?"  Buffy continued to look down at the bedspread as she played with it, too scared to look up to see the reactions to her words.  She would have been surprised by what she would have seen. "And he only left her after she gave him no hope.  Now Angel has left me with no hope.  He wanted me to find someone to walk in the sun with me, have the white picket fence with me and fat grandbabies.  Well Spike can walk in the sun with me wearing the Gem of Amara.  And okay, there won't be fat grandbabies with Spike, but being the Slayer who is to say I would live long enough to see any of the said fat grandbabies" 

Spike looked at her with surprised awe.  Yes, he definitly wanted to spend the rest of existence making this woman, this Slayer happy.  Willow stared hard at her friend, realizing that Buffy hadn't been happy in a very long time.  It had never quite dawned on Willow how hard dating Angel had been for Buffy.  Sure Buffy had always acted like she was happy with Angel, but Willow wasn't quite so sure now, especially after the Angelus incident.  And Xander........in that moment Xander realized that Buffy didn't want to be coddled or put on a pedestal.  She wanted to be treated as an equal, something that Angel had never done.  Something he suddenly realized he had never done either.  Again, in that moment, Xander grew up and realized that all he really wanted was for Buffy to be happy. And if Spike made Buffy happy........well, what was a friend to do but be supportive?

Willow suddenly felt self-concious.  She glanced at the clock and noticing the time, said, "I have to go meet Oz to watch the band practice.  They are playing at the Bronze later.  Maybe you guys and Anya can come watch them play.   A triple date!"

"Ya, sure," replied Xander as Willow grabbed him, dragging him from the dorm room.  Now that they were alone, Buffy was unsure of herself.  She continued to draw patterns on the bedspread until Spike decided to take matters into his own hands.

Spike stood up to take off his duster and kick off his boots.  When he laid back down on Buffy's bed, he pulled her close molding her body to his.  Lifting her face, he then covered her lips with his.  As soon as she moaned, Spike slipped his cool tongue into the hot depths of her mouth.  Thier tongues tangled, exploring each other until Buffy was breathless.  She broke away, rested her forehead on his chin while taking deep breaths.  Spike kissed her on the forehead.

"You taste so hot and sweet, pet.  Like honey.  And your smell......god.......intoxicating.  Always.......from the beginning.....intoxicating."

"You smell pretty darned good, too.  Like whiskey....and smoke......and......you,"  Buffy whispered as she inhaled Spike's unique scent.  He then tilted her face for another kiss, using her distraction to bring one hand up to massage one of her full breasts.  His fingers crept to the buttons on her shirt, popping them open to expose her lace covered mounds.  With a deft flick of his fingers, Spike undid the front closure on Buffy's bra.  He pulled back to look at the bounty before him.

"You are so beautiful, luv.   Your rosy nipples are just begging to be nibbled on," Spike uttered as he quickly did just that.  Buffy moaned as pleasure pains shot straight down her body to her clit.

"Oh Spike, that.....feels so good.  I think......I could cum......just from you playing with my titties."  Spike took this as a challenge to attack Buffy's nipples with earnest.  He alternated sucking and using his fingers to knead the hard diamond points on her breasts.  Buffy slammed a fist into her mouth as she orgasmed.  Spike was quite pleased with himself.  While Buffy came down from her orgasmic high, Spike worked quickly to undress Buffy down to her satiny thong panties.

"Take off yours, too, Spike.  No fair, me being the only one naked," Buffy murmered.  Spike quickly whipped of his shirt and was rewarded with a gasp as Buffy saw his pale upperbody.  Because she couldn't help herself, she sat up on the bed to pull him closer to her.  She buried her nose in his stomach, after inhaling and moaning at his scent, her hot little tongue darted out to taste his bellybutton.  Now it was Spike's turn to groan as Buffy's tongue made a hot trail to the fine hairs that grew on his lower abdomen.  Her fingers undid the top button of his pants.  Then her hazel eyes lifted to look up into his lust-filled blue ones.

"I want to taste you, but...........I don't want to disappoint you."

"Never, pet.  Never disappoint me.  You are too beautiful to ever do that.  Just unbutton my pants the rest of the way and ease them down.  You just do whatever you feel like doing, luv, I am positive that anything will feel delicious,"

Buffy did as Spike instructed.  His cock, finally free from it's cage, was pale, hard and oozing precum.  Buffy felt excitement pool between her thighs when she saw him.  She put one hand on the base of his penis, gently, rhythmicly stroking him.  She couldn't resist sticking her tongue out to take a little taste of him.  Wow, Spike is yummy.

Spike's knees buckled when suddenly Buffy engulfed the head of his dick with her hot mouth.  Her tongue laved the bottomside his cock, then swirling the head, sucking her cheeks in as she plunged him further in her mouth.  After a few minutes of this treatment, Spike pulled away.

"Need to be in you, pet.  Your mouth is so hot.  Is your quim going to be hotter?"

"I am sure it is, Spike," Buffy replied as she scooted up on the bed, putting her head on the pillow.  She held her arms out to him.  He kicked off his pants, joining her on the bed.  He started to kiss her fiercely, while his hands moulded themselves to her breasts.  When she was out of breath and gasping in pleasure, he moved his hands down her body to take off her undies.  Buffy's legs fell open, exposing herself to her lover.

As Spike continued to kiss Buffy, his fingers gently glided over the folds of her womanhood.  She gasped against his lips when he hit the nubbin hid in her curls.

"Please Spike.......inside me.........."  Buffy spread her legs wider to accommidate Spike's lean hips.  He positioned his cock at the entrance of Buffy's heat.  With one thrust he plunged into her.  They both moaned.  Spike dropped his head to Buffy's shoulder, trying desperately not to cum just from the hot, tightness of her body.  Buffy put her arms and legs around Spike, holding him closer.

Spike began to pump his hips slowly, allowing Buffy to get use to his size.  He pulled away from her shoulder to begin kissing her lips, then down her throat to her pulse point.  Then he whispered, "Oh baby......you are so beautiful.......so hot.......so tight.......please be mine......I will never leave you..........stay with you.......be with you......please.........I.......love you......."

Buffy pulled Spike's head away from her throat.  "You won't leave me?"  The insecurities that Angel has produced in her pushing to the forefront of her mind.

"Never, Slayer......if you are mine.......I will never leave you."

"What about killing people?"

"I bet we can work something out between us, luv.  Slayer blood is better, richer than normal blood.  I expect I can go all day on just a mouthful or two.  Not even enough to weaken you."

Buffy's body began to quake with the onset of her orgasm.  She threw her head back, exposing her throat.  "Oh, God..Spike.  Yes, bite me, make me yours," she moaned huskily.

Spike didn't need any further urging.  He pierced her flesh with his fangs, the pain-pleasure making Buffy's orgasm even more intense.  After several deep pulls of her rich blood, Spike pulled away to growl "Mine" before licking the holes closed.

Buffy was barely able to squeek out, "Yours."  Something inside her, something primal, something slayer-ish guided Buffy's next actions.  She leaned in to Spike's neck and bit him.  Bit him hard, causing him to slam into her body extra hard, convulsing with his own orgasm, as she growled "Mine" in his ear after taking a few sips of his blood for his own.  His reply, "Yours" was murmered reverently into her neck.  He melted bonelessly on top of her and all she could do was hug him tighter.

A bit later, after they both caught thier breaths, Spike asked, "Do you know what you just did, luv?"

"Not. A. Clue!  Just happened.  I think the slayer did it.  Funny, I think the Slayer likes you, Spike.  Likes you alot," Buffy giggled, "Need a nap.  Gotta hit the bathroom, then I will be ready to cuddle up for the nap."  Buffy pushed Spike off of her and he settled on the bed as she hopped up to the bathroom.

When she came back, she stretched her body out next to his.  Closing her eyes for a minute she realized she was safe and happy, the safest and happiest she had felt in a long time.  When she opened her eyes to look at Spike's face she saw he was looking at her in adoration.  She had a feeling things would never be the same again.  Yep, that was it.  Never be the same again.


Part 2 Interlude ending HLOD and starting Fear, Itself

Buffy stretched as she began to wake up, but stopped when she encountered cool skin. She snuggled in close to her vampire to begin making open mouthed kisses around one pec and the nipple in the middle. Then she blew across it, causing it to harden exactly like hers did. Spike growled, making Buffy giggle.

"Better not start something, pet, not if we are ever going to get out of bed today to go out with the Scoobies," grumbled Spike. He was happy to hear the Slayer giggling. "You need to get up and put on some party clothes."

"Gotta go see Giles first," Buffy flopped over on her back, "To let him know, yes, you have the Gem and no, I am not taking it away from you. That should get me a rant and a lecture." Spike pulled her close to kiss her on the forehead, his hand caressed her breast. Then he pushed her away and gestured she should get dressed. He watched as she hopped out of bed lithely, all golden skin and sunshine. He knew he would never get tired of watching her supple body perform even the most mundane tasks. Her voice broke him out of his wanton study of her body.

"Red undies or black undies, baby," Buffy asked him, holding a red bra and thong set in one hand and a black one in the other. Spike put one arm behind his head and stroked his bare chest with the other as he decided which one he liked best.

"Red, definitely red, kitten," he answered as he watched her put on only the thong part of the set. Buffy grabbed a black spaghetti strapped shirt from her drawer and put it on. Then she grabbed her favorite black leather pants from the closet. Buffy knew in the back of the closet was the silky see-through red shirt her mom had gotten her a few months before. She had never worn it as she hadn't really the occasion to, but Buffy knew Spike would love the look. He always wore a long sleeved red shirt over his black tshirt.

When she turned around, she was positive that he liked what she was wearing. Spike was lazily stroking his cock. Buffy gasped, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips. She slinked across the room to settle on the bed next to him. Spike removed his hand from his hard on and put it behind his head, too. Buffy put her hands on him and began to stroke him, double fisted.

"Let me help you with your big, bad problem, baby," she whispered just before she leaned down to lick the precum off the head of his dick. Spike closed his eyes and moaned. They popped back open when he felt her rake her teeth up and down his length. His hands moved towards her until she shook her head and they fell against the bed.

"Playing with fire, luv," he gritted out between clenched teeth. Gods, what a woman! Spike's head slammed back into the pillow, his eyes falling shut. His fists clenched the bedspread.

"Fire pretty," Buffy murmured as she engulfed his cock with her mouth. She lovingly attended him till he was a puddle of vampire goo on her bed. Buffy decided to be daring so she took her mouth away from his hard on but continued to pump it with one hand. Looking up at his pleasure filled face she decided to take the chance that biting him elsewhere would give him pleasure. Buffy zeroed in on his inner thigh, biting down hard. Spike half sat up with a roar, his cock spilling forth his cold seed almost immediately. Buffy pulled away from his thigh, grinning.

"Like that?" she asked. Spike could only nod as he fell back on to the pillow. He just laid there, boneless, unable to move from the pleasure his golden goddess had given him. Spike felt Buffy rise from the bed and heard the water running in the bathroom. In a minute or two he felt warm, harsh terrycloth wash this abdomen and torso, cleaning his spendings off of him.

"I could look at you all like this all night long, baby, but we have to get a move on," Buffy's voice whispered near his ear. He opened his eyes to look at his ladylove. Spike knew she was right. He reluctantly sat up. Buffy handed him his jeans, which he slipped on buckling his belt. She tossed him his tshirt and kicked his boots to him. She pulled a pair of her own boots out of the closet. In a matter of minutes, they both were ready to go.

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Spike and Buffy were surprised to find Willow and Xander waiting for them in the courtyard outside Giles' apartment. When they explained they were there to give Buffy support when she informed Giles about the Gem of Amara, Buffy was extremely grateful. She hugged her two best friends. Spike indicated that he would smoke a cigarette and keep an ear out on the conversation, coming in when he felt it was time to announce himself. Buffy nodded, then leaned in for a bone-melting kiss. Willow and Xander watched with wonder at the giddy smile that settled on Buffy's face.

Buffy pulled away from Spike to sweep towards Giles' apartment with Willow and Xander following in her wake. She knocked loudly on the apartment door before barging in without an answer. Once inside the teenagers settled into chairs to await the fallout.

"So, what's the what, Giles," asked Buffy, trying to play it innocent. If Spike was going to get an invite Buffy knew she was going to have to rile Giles up. She knew from experience nothing yanked his chain faster than indifference, pretended or otherwise.

"Did you discover if Spike has the Gem of Amara?" Giles asked patiently. He looked up from the book he was reading to see Buffy chipping the polish on her fingers and Willow and Xander playing thumb wars. Sometimes he thought he needed to get a life, hanging around teenagers was solidifying his brain cells.

"Yup, Spike has the Gem-thingie," replied Buffy.

"So, did you get it away from him?" Giles asked, a little less patiently now. He swore sometimes his Slayer was the most stubborn person he ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"Nope," Buffy answered. She moved on from chipping her nail polish to pulling on the lint off his couch.

"Why not, Buffy?" Giles practically roared, "With that gem he will be practically invincible. The book clearly states that stakes, holy water, crosses and sunshine won't hurt any vampire wearing the gem." Giles was getting perturbed with Buffy's careless attitude. Sure she got the job done, but sometimes it seemed like she just didn't take her duty seriously.

"No need to worry about Spike anymore, Giles. I have the problem all sewed up," Buffy informed Giles. She could feel Spike getting restless outside.

"So? What? Spike left town or something? And why are you two being so quiet? What aren't you telling me?" Giles's voice got louder and louder till he was shouting. Buffy's vagueness was wearing thin and the other scoobies with her were never this quiet. Giles knew something was up.

"Nope, Spike hasn't left town. I am just not going to worry about the gem thingie tonight, Giles. I have a date with my new boyfriend." As she said that, there was a knock at the apartment door, "There he is now. Let him in, Giles."

Giles rushed to the door and flung it open, not even looking at who was on the other side. He was in full rant mode. Nothing was going to stop him. Giles loaded both barrels ready to empty them into the Slayer.

"Come in!," Giles roared, "Buffy, how can you take this all so lightly. Spike is dangerous without the gem. With it in his possession there is nothing stopping him from killing you. You are being very remiss in your duty."

"Glad to hear you think I am dangerous, Watcher, means I have been doing my job right," replied Spike, sauntering into the apartment, "Thanks for the invite, by the way. Slayer, Red, Whelp."

Giles was doing a darned good fish out of water impression as he watched Spike greet the other occupants of the room. He was even more gobsmacked when Buffy pulled Spike down to sit beside her on the couch, hands entwined. He whipped off his glasses to polish them and muttered a few Good Lord's. It was then that Xander finally spoke up.

"See Willow, told you, no fainting, just glasses polished and a few Good Lord's. You owe me five bucks," Xander told his friend. On the way to Giles' they had discussed what they thought would happen when the Watcher found out about Spike and Buffy being together.

"Spike is your new boyfriend?" Giles asked, incredulously. He just couldn't seem to wrap his mind around the idea.

"Yup," answered Buffy.

"SPIKE is your new boyfriend?" Giles asked, again.

"YES!!!" answered Xander and Willow together, who then looked at each other and said, "Jinx." They both started to giggle.

"Spike is your new BOYFRIEND?"

"Yes, Watcher, I am the Slayer's mate," answered Spike. He looked at the teenagers in the room and raised an eyebrow. They just shook their heads.

"I think we broke Giles, guys," whispered Buffy. The four of them glanced over that the Watcher. His eyes were glazed over, his mouth hung open and his glasses were smashed in his hands. He was apparently catatonic at this point. Buffy and Willow hurried over to help Giles sit down, while Xander poured Giles a glass of scotch. Spike just sat back to watch the chaos. When the strong alcohol hit Giles's throat it woke him up from his stupor.

"Mate? What do you mean mate? Buffy, what on earth have you done?" sputtered Giles, "What did you do to her, Spike?" He was sure he knew what had happened. His Slayer had been claimed by and mated with William the Bloody. One of the worst vampires in the Council's history.

"Didn't do anything the girl didn't want done, Watcher. All feelings and actions were done of her own free will. She's mine now and there is nothing you can do about it," Spike informed the Watcher.

Spike heard Buffy and Willow giggling and glancing his way. When he looked over at them he saw Buffy had her hands out in front of her as if measuring something. They giggled again, but when Xander looked over at them, Buffy quickly put her hands behind her back. Then she tried to look innocent, but her infectious giggles broke through. Spike was happy to see even amidst the chaos Buffy was still able to remain happy.

"I suppose you better tell me how this happened, Buffy. Willow, if you would be so kind as to get me my spare pair of glasses out of the side cabinet drawer," said Giles. Willow hurried to do as Giles asked. She just hoped that Giles didn't do anything to piss Spike or Buffy off. Willow wanted Buffy to remain happy.

"Not sure it's any of your business, Giles. It is kinda private, yanno? Suffice to say, when Spike claimed me, the Slayer claimed him," Buffy announced before returning to Spike's side. She took his hand in hers, using the other one to stroke the back of his hand.

"The Slayer, Buffy? What do you mean? Where is my notebook? I need to write this down," inquired Giles, looking around for a pen and his notebook. Xander found both and handed them to Giles. He sat down beside Willow, trying to stay out of the way of the fallout. But he did give Buffy a covert thumbs up sign while Giles was flipping through the pages of his notebook.

"You won't be informing the Wankers of the Slayer and me mating! They would probably just come over here and exterminate the bunch of us," Spike advised the Watcher. Giles looked up and nodded. He didn't want to lose Buffy anymore than Spike did.

"Buffy, you were saying the Slayer claimed Spike? What exactly did you mean?" Giles focused his attention on Buffy. Giles observed Buffy was looking up at Spike from under her lashes with a small happy smile on her face. He glanced over at Xander and Willow to see what their reactions were, he saw they were looking at the blond couple with the same sort of happy smile on their faces.

"I don't know exactly what happened, Giles. When Spike claimed me I went all Slayer-y and claimed him back. He didn't even have to tell me what to do. I just knew what to do. Maybe you need to research it," replied Buffy. She glanced at the clock. It was getting close to time to get to the Bronze. They hadn't even mentioned Riley or Professor Walsh. "That's not all we need to tell you. At class today, the teacher's aide made me feel all wiggy. Spike noticed it, too. Then Professor Walsh acted weird when she met Spike. She asked if he was a vamp."

Both Spike and Willow nodded in agreement before Spike spoke up, "Yep, the git made my senses go on alert, too. Has a human heartbeat and all. Didn't get close enough to actually smell him. And the professor bint? Really strange."

"Oh that's what I needed to tell you guys," Xander snapped his fingers, "Boss said we are doing a construction job at Lowell house the week after Halloween. Redoing their game room. I can sneak a peek around the frat."

"You be careful, Xander," Willow gasped, "We don't know what's going on with them."

"Don't worry so much, Wills. I have been a Scooby for 3 1/2 years now and I am still alive," Xander assured his friend. He didn't notice Buffy and Willow rolling their eyes at his last comment.

"Hey Dingos start in twenty minutes. We need to get there if we want decent seats. You need anything else, Giles?" Buffy jumped up, dragging Spike to his feet. Giles just waved her away, not even looking up from his notebook. The teenagers and vamp were about out the door when Giles asked a question.

"The professor? What happened?"

"She asked me if I was a vamp. She was quite sly about it, too. She knows more than she lets on about Sunnyhell's nightlife."

"Really? How fascinating," replied Giles, going back to his notebook. The teenagers and the vampire made their escape before Giles could come up with anymore questions to ask. They hurried into the dark ready for a night of fun. They were going to make up an odd bunch when they finally got all together. A vampire slayer, a vampire, a witch, a werewolf, the zeppo and an ex-vengeance demon. Only in Sunnydale.

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Spike, Buffy, Willow and Xander walked into Bronze to find Anya already at a table waiting for them. Oz was on stage doing some sound checks. The girls all settled into chairs around the table, while Spike and Xander took drink orders and headed off to the bar.

"So, Buffy, that's the new boyfriend Xander was telling me about. He looks like he could give amazing orgasms. He isn't human, is he?" asked Anya.

"Yes, that's Spike and no, he isn't human. He's a vampire," replied Buffy. Anya was going to take some getting use to, but for Xander she would do it. He accepted Spike, the least she could do was accept Anya.

"So, you and Xander are dating now?," asked Willow.

"I think we are. We had great orgasms earlier. Then when I ran into him again, he was nice and invited me here for drinks." Anya was making every effort to act as human as possible, but she wasn't sure she was getting the hang of it.

"Um, that's good. I'm......I'm sure........Xander could use some orgasms," replied Willow, not quite sure how to reply to the blunt woman sitting at the table with them. Spike and Xander were back with drinks, just then. Spike settled into a chair next to Buffy, lounging bonelessly, his arm thrown around the back of her chair, playing with her hair. Since Oz was on stage, Spike motioned Willow to scoot closer and he threw his other arm around her chair. Xander sat next to Anya and mimicked Spike's pose. After a few minutes, Spike leaned in to whisper into Buffy's ear.

"I remember the first time I saw you, luv. Dancing here in the Bronze, the spotlight on you. I knew I had to have you. Little did I know exactly how I was going to have you." Spike's lips moved in to lightly caress Buffy's ear, his tongue rimming the outside. Buffy giggled and batted him away.

Anya and Xander danced. Willow and Xander danced. Willow, Anya and Xander danced. Buffy was having a heck of a time talking Spike into getting up to dance with her. He kept muttering that dancing was undignified for a master vampire of his caliber. Finally, Buffy whispered into Willow's ear to ask Oz for a slow song. Willow went over to whisper in Oz's ear and soon the singer was announcing the next song was dedicated to Spike and Buffy. Spike grimaced but allowed the Slayer to drag him to the dance floor for one dance. A slow dance. Buffy put her arms around Spike's neck, laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

(I love him. I love Spike,) she thought to herself, slightly surprised. She knew he made her happy, but she hadn't realized she loved him.

(Of course you do, luv, who can resist me?) echoed through her mind. She pulled away and looked at Spike's face. He just smirked and pressed his lips against hers. Spike had been surprised when he could hear Buffy's thoughts. He knew that they would be able to feel each other. Maybe send pictures through the claim, but to actually hear each other. Will wonders never cease.

When the song ended, the blond couple wandered back to the table. In a few minutes they were joined by Oz. When Willow had mentioned that Spike would be joining them tonight, Oz had been more than a little surprised. But being the stoic guy was, he didn't even raise an eyebrow. Now faced with the reality, he took a little sniff. Nothing different about the vampire, except his and Buffy's essences were now combined.

"Hey Oz has a gig in LA tomorrow night. The band is leaving later tonight," piped up Willow proudly. Oz just nodded his head.

"Oh congrats, Oz. That's great news," said Buffy, before peeking a look at Spike's face. She knew he knew what she was thinking. "Oz, if you run into Angel, don't mention Spike. I don't want Angel running in to rescue me from something that is frankly none of his business and I don't need rescuing from." Oz nodded his head again, knowing just what Buffy was implying.

Xander leaned forward in his chair and said, "Next order of business, Halloween. Last two years have been a bust. Let's do something fun this year."

"My friend Edward's frat is doing a haunted house." Oz finally broke his silence. Everyone at the table with heartbeats decided that sounded like a good idea. Spike just put up his hands in a 'whatever' gesture. He knew he wasn't dressing up and there was nothing anyone could do to change his mind. As soon as he thought that, he could feel his mate smirk through the claim. When he glanced over at her, she put an innocent look on her face. He had no plans to give in on this subject.

"We should do a theme," Buffy enthused, "What do you think, Spike?" Buffy pouted prettily at her mate.

"I am not dressing up for Halloween, Slayer, and there is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise," Spike stated, crossing his arms in front of him, practically pouting himself. Buffy thought it was adorable, which caused Spike to raise his eyebrow at her. The others watched the byplay with interest. Always before, Spike was quick to anger when crossed, but now with Buffy he seemed to flirt and not take offense.

"I know, you could go as Dracula," Buffy suggested.

"No bloody way am I going as that git. Not only is he the Euro-trash of vamps, poncy bugger owes me 11 pounds," growled Spike. He glared at Buffy, who started to giggle uncontrollably(sp?). "Only thing I am willing to go as is Spike, so the rest of you gits will have to dress up according to me."

"Oh that could work. Really it could. Oz and I could go as the wolfman and mummy. Xander and Anya as Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein," Willow suggested, "Sorry, Buffy, ran out of ideas what you could be. I would suggest Bride of Dracula, but I don't want Spike to growl at me."

"No, not as any of Dracula's brides either, Red," muttered Spike.

"Dracula has more than one bride?" asked Xander.

"Of course he does, Xander," stated Anya, "He wanted me to be one of his brides, but of course, I had to decline. Being a vengeance demon he wasn't able to thrall me." Anya was happy that she could give some of her vast knowledge to the group.

"Well guess I will just have to surprise you with my costume choice, then, huh?" Buffy said, airily. The group chatted for a few more minutes, until Willow announced she had an early class and she needed to get back to the dorm. Spike and Buffy decided to escort Willow back to the dorm since Oz needed to get the band equipment loaded in his van for the trip to LA. Anya told Xander she wanted to go back to his place for more orgasms. Xander looked embarrassed as hell, but allowed Anya to drag him out of the club. He waved a little wave to his friends before they were out the door. Willow and Buffy wanted to hit the bathroom before the trek back to the dorm, so they left Spike alone at the bar. The girls came back out to find Spike pressed against the bar fending off an amorous female vampire who didn't know she was an ex already.

"Blondie Bear," Harmony's shrill voice grated on everyones nerves, "Did you kill the Slayer? Why didn't you come back to the lair? I was waiting for you." Harmony pouted. She figured that was going to be the easiest way to get her errant lover to go hunt with her and then back to the lair for loving. So she was surprised when she heard a growl behind her. She whirled to see the Slayer and that nerd, what's her name, standing a few feet away.

"There's the Slayer, Blondie Bear. You get her and I will get the little nerd," Harmony screeched her already shrill voice getting shriller. When Spike made no moves towards the Slayer, Harmony whirled around to stare at him. She was confused about what was going on, "Blondie Bear, what is going on?" she whined.

"Step away from the vampire, Harmony, and you won't get hurt," Buffy growled, "He's mine." With that she flipped her hair back and away from her neck exposing the bite marks. When Harmony saw the marks, she launched herself at Buffy. Spike reached out to grab a handful of the female vampire's blond hair in one hand. When he had against him with his other hand around her throat, his demon out, he hissed in her ear.

"Slayer is mine as I am hers. Best remember that, Harm. I will not allow you to hurt her in anyway. You will find I am not very forgiving."

Harmony whimpered in terror. She knew that Spike wasn't kidding. Harmony could feel the menace in his voice and his body language. She nodded her agreement. Spike thrust her away from him. Harmony hopped up and stormed out of the Bronze muttering, "Slayer-loving freak!" Spike looked at Buffy and Willow, allowing his demon to melt away.

"So ladies.....back to the dorm for you, Red. Then you and I can go patrol, Slayer," announced Spike, then he leaned in to whisper in Buffy's ear, "And we can find somewhere private."

Buffy arched an eye at her mate and clearly stated, "There will be no crypt sex for this Slayer. You better find a nice place."



TBC

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