When he came back to her he held a bottle of something in his hand. Anya, familiar with every item of the stores inventory, recognized the small brown bottle immediately.

“Aromatherapy Massage Oil. I’m guessing Spike would choose sandalwood.”

“I v-vote for v-vanilla,” Tara suggested as she got into the spirit of Anya’s betting games. “W-what do you think, Willow?”

The redhead gnawed thoughtfully on her bottom lip. “Strawberry,” was her guess.

Spike set the bottle down on the table with one other item they hadn’t noticed at first; a small white candle that was five inches long and about an inch in diameter. Stepping up behind Buffy once more, he lifted a fistful of her long hair and began to lick and nip at her neck and shoulders. His free hand moved insistently over her breasts and belly. His attitude was one of aggressive dominance. Such was his nature as a vampire and it was obvious to all that the Buffy loved every bit of it.

Dropping the curtain of her hair, he held both hands out in front of her and murmured something into the ear he was currently worshipping with teeth and tongue. Buffy picked up the bottle of oil and poured some into each of his palms. At Spike’s urging, she then drizzled a thin line of it across her chest before setting it aside.

He began at her breasts, his slippery hands molding and shaping the soft flesh and sliding up to trace her collarbones as he continued to feast on the curve of her neck. Her tanned flesh took on an iridescent glow as he spread the oil with firm strokes.

It wasn’t long before his roaming hands had covered every inch of her upper body with the heady fragrance of the oil. Her head lolled back to rest on his shoulder and she panted against his strong neck as his magical digits slid down her torso. His hands curved around each inner thigh and he pulled, spreading her wide and exposing the glistening pink petals of her sex. Delving his fingers between her folds, he wrung a shout of delight from Buffy’s quivering lips.

Taking one of her small hands in his, he smoothed her palm over the oil on her belly until it was slick with it. Pulling it behind her back, he wrapped it around the throbbing tumescence of his cock. Folding his hand over hers, he guided them up and down until his straining erection was coated.

Releasing her, Spike ran a hand up her back and pushed her forward until she bent sharply at the waist, the luscious curves of her bottom waving enticingly before him. He paused to appreciate this bounty before taking himself in hand and positioning himself at her entrance. With a twist of his hips and a rumbling growl of satisfaction, he slid effortlessly into the grasping warmth of her pussy.

Aided by the oil and her copious moisture, he pumped into her with slow, measured strokes, driving the impassioned cries of the writhing slayer to new heights. She tossed her head and forced herself back, a soft grunt escaping her as she met each powerful thrust.

Spike grabbed the oil once more and dumped the remainder on her lower back and ass, working it in as she gyrated eagerly on his cock. He paid special attention to the crevice of her bottom. A wicked grin split his face, the tip of his tongue peeking from between his teeth as he pressed his thumb against the puckered circle of her anus. At first she arched back in protest, but her body and Spike’s talented fingers quickly changed her mind. She became so lost in the sensations he was arousing within her that she didn’t even notice when he picked up the little white candle.

Anya’s face was practically smashed to the window. “I KNEW that’s what he wanted that candle for!” she cried triumphantly.

Expressions were varied but none dared to look away as Spike coated the candle with the oil and positioned it at the tiny opening he had taken such pains to prime for the occasion. The candle was roughly the same circumference as his thumb, so Buffy hardly noticed the difference as he pushed it inside her.  The smooth surface of the thin white cylinder stretched her and she moaned, so caught up in the spirit of her seduction that her cognitive skills had been overtaken by pure lust.

He timed his movements perfectly so that when he was pulling back his cock, the candle was going into her ass. The sight was so erotic and to their observers, completely hypnotic.  They moved with the couple as Spike showed them how creative he really was.  The alternating thrusts soon had Buffy shaking and sobbing as she lay there and let him work his will.

“Is he hurting her? Maybe we should stop him,” Xander babbled. “That has to be illegal!” Both he and Giles hovered indecisively.

Anya rolled her eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you? He isn’t hurting her. Some women find anal sex unbearably pleasurable.” From her tone it was obvious that she herself was one of those women. “Xander, buy me eight of those candles. In different thicknesses.”

“How much are they?” Tara asked with intense interest. Willow eyed her girlfriend lustily.

"Oh! Oh, they can't do that. That's our merchandise,” Giles protested, working himself up into a fine bluster.

“I’m going to bump the price up now that I know how multi-purpose they are.” Anya grinned as she thought of the profits to be gained.

“But…”

"Oh let it go, Giles,” she snapped. “Every one of us plans to buy some. At the new price, just to be fair. Plus, we’ll all pay for that particular candle if it will appease you into shutting up.”

"I'll pay for it," echoed four voices completely in sync.

Giles tallied up four payments for the one candle in addition to further sales and grinned.  Oh yes, there might be some merit in being voyeurs.

Oblivious to the heated sunshine beating down on them, the group continued to be enthralled by the sexual marathon being carried out just a few feet away.

Brows furrowed and jaw clenched in concentration, Spike tossed the candle aside and threaded his free hand through her wild golden mane, hauling her back up against his chest. The fingers of his left hand still taunted her clit with delicious friction as he continued to pound into her, their harsh cries echoing through the quiet shop.

Xander doubted he would ever have another opportunity to see the Buffster… in the buff. His eyes were running greedily all over her exposed limbs when he noticed the odd marks scattered over different areas of her body.

“Huh. What are those funny spots all over her? Does she have the measles or something?” he wondered aloud.

Giles elbowed the ladies out of the way and angled his glasses for a better look. His face became a horrified mask as he noted what the ‘measles’ were.

“Bloody hell! The pillock’s bitten her!”

“He’s gonna drain her dry!” Xander shrieked. They moved as one towards the shop door only to be stopped by Anya’s restraining hands. She laughed at them scornfully.

"Well, duh!  Vampire and hot, kinky sex!  What did you expect him to do?  Tickle her?

Biting is a part of sex, even for humans—only without the blood.” She glowered at the two of them as they sheepishly cowered before her. “I swear the two of you could seriously fuck up a wet dream!” Willow and Tara nodded emphatically behind her. “If you can’t behave then go get us some coffee.”

They started to protest but immediately thought better of it when her expression turned thunderous. Giles got an uncomfortable mental image of her former demon visage. She looked dangerously close to that point now. “COFFEE NOW!”

“A-and doughnuts!” Tara called after them as they raced off in the direction of the Espresso Pump. She giggled with embarrassment as Anya gave her an approving punch on the arm.

“Atta girl! Now we can watch in peace and quiet. For a few minutes anyway.”

Willow was glued to the window, her face slack with wonder. “I just can’t believe the difference in him. In her. How could she let this happen?”

Anya shrugged philosophically. “How could she not? I saw this coming long ago; before your stupid spell, even. There has always been an unbelievable amount of UST between those two. I’ve often became aroused just being in the same room with them,” she stated bluntly. “Shh! Look! He’s found my silk scarves.”

“Why would you have silk scarves in there?” Tara wondered. They followed Spike’s movements as he tied Buffy’s wrists and ankles to each of the table’s legs. Her head dangled over the edge, long blonde hair just brushing the floor.

“I keep them here for when Xander helps me do inventory. Sex in semi-public places can be quite a turn-on. Oh, excellent! He’s blindfolded her too! Really, the man just oozes sensuality, doesn’t he?”

Willow and Tara could only bob their heads mutely as the vampire began to run his fingers over softly shimmering flesh.

Spike paid homage to each inch of skin, touching her everywhere but between her legs. By the time he’d made a full circuit of the table, Buffy was undulating passionately against the polished wood surface. When he reached her head, he bent his knees until the tip of his cock brushed her lips. When she stretched her neck in an attempt to take him into her mouth, he pulled teasingly away. He continued to tease her like this for several minutes, rubbing his engorged member over her face and through her hair, a steady flow of words spilling from his lips as he did so.

“He’s telling her how being blindfolded while lovemaking can intensify the eroticism for both partners. You girls really should experiment with it. Xander quite adores being blindfolded.” This last squick-worthy comment delivered, she turned her eyes back to the show in time to see Spike’s knees almost buckle as he gave a guttural shout.

Buffy had managed to latch her lips around the heavy sac that he had dangled over her face. With a moan of satisfaction she drew one of the orbs into the warm cavern of her mouth, sucking gently and massaging it with her tongue. An unending stream of praise and profanity fell from his lips as Spike clenched the edges of the table in a white-knuckled grip. Pleased with his reaction to her ministrations, she treated its twin to the same dedicated attention. By the time she released the second one from her mouth and ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, Spike was her willing slave.

They goggled in amazement as she opened wide and took as much of him into her mouth as she could. Her head was at the perfect angle even if it limited her mobility. Spike solved this problem by waiting until she relaxed and then pumping himself slowly in and out of her mouth. Bracing one hand on the table for support, he used the other to stroke what she couldn’t take down her throat.

Her wanton writhing had never stilled and Spike found himself distracted by the arching of her back and the thrust of her seeking hips. He bent over her and began to roll her taut nipples between his teeth while lashing at them with his tongue. Buffy’s movements became even more frantic as he taunted each one in turn.

Reluctantly easing himself from her hungry mouth, he lifted her head and scooted her down until she could rest it comfortably on the table. After thanking her for her efforts with a bruising kiss, he turned to grab something from the nearby counter.

“F-feather duster,” Tara whispered. “Oh my!”

Buffy squirmed, pulling against her restraints as the fine, fluttery feathers danced and swirled over her breasts and belly before dipping between her widespread thighs.

“I’m going to have that thing bronzed,” Anya breathed.

“I never understood the fascination with being tickled,” Willow frowned. “I’d pee myself.” Embarrassing memories of an inconsiderate cousin torturing her until she lost control made her face flame. Tara gave her a sympathetic hug.

“It’s not that kind of tickling, sweetie. When you’re a-as aroused as Buffy obviously is, the nerve endings are highly sensitive. It does tickle, b-but in a good way.”

Anya was impressed. “Exactly, Tara. I’m sure Willow would better understand a more hands-on approach, so to speak,” she said with a knowing wink.

The feather duster went flying and Spike crawled up on the table, prowling up the Slayer’s body until he hovered over her, no part of his body touching hers.

At that moment the women were distracted by the thundering footsteps of Giles and Xander as they hurried back with the refreshments. It was hysterically funny to see the Watcher hustling along just as fast as Xander was, the stiff tweed of his coat flapping with the steam of his pace. They looked like a pair of badly dressed power-walkers.

“What did we miss? What’s the count now?” Xander wheezed as he fought to catch his breath. Who knew the tweedy old bastard had it in him?

“You wouldn’t believe what those two can get up to with some silk scarves and a feather duster,” Willow giggled.

Giles gave an indignant shout. “Feather duster!” Paper cups and pastries crashed to the ground in a soggy, inedible heap. “My mother gave me that feather duster when I bought this shop!” Rushing to the front, he pressed his glowering face to the window.

Anya gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Giles. I’m sure knowing that it was use in such a diverse manner would make your mother very happy.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, G-man. We’ll all chip in and buy you a new one. If I know my little woman here, she’s already planning on having this one bronzed. We’ll have your dear ol’ ma’s name engraved on it for posterity,” Xander said in an attempt to reassure the older man.

“Oh, Xander, do shut up!” Giles pouted. Would it be too much to ask for them to commiserate with him? Obviously not, since not a one of them were showing the proper amount of remorse for the demise of his cherished cleaning implement. Anya was even being so callous as to shove him roughly aside as she lost herself in the Spike and Buffy Porn Hour.

“Move to the back if you aren’t going to watch. You’re far too tall to be in front,” she griped.

Spike was kissing and licking his way down Buffy’s body, pausing here and there to savor a particularly tasty bit of flesh with nibbles from blunt teeth. Her twisting movements against her bonds became even more frantic as he drifted lower. Settling between her widespread thighs, he grinned salaciously and brought his demon out for a bit of playtime.

“Ohmygod!” The words escaped Anya all in a rush and she actually swayed against Xander. She clung to him, her hands digging into the gaudy material of his shirt. “Oh this is gonna be good!”

“What?! What?!” The queries exploded around her and she gave them an all-encompassing look of disbelief.

“You people really need to learn more about the things you kill. Buffy has obviously made a concentrated effort,” she snarked. And way to go, Buffy! she thought. This group was long overdue for a come-uppance over the way they presumed to tell her how to live and who to love.

Giles punched his glasses back up his nose with an impatient finger. The need for pen and paper to record the information that spewed from the former vengeance demon was an almost physical ache for him. “Well, why don’t you fill us in for now, Anya? We can research later,” he suggested.

“He has to be a bit more cautious this way because of the fangs, but it will be more pleasurable for Buffy because the demon has a much raspier tongue. Slightly roughened like a cats. It’s pretty mind-blowing.”

An ear-shattering shriek from inside had her nodding with satisfaction. “You see? Very, very intense.”

So intense that the Slayer was now thrashing at her restraints as she howled the vampire’s name, her entire body quaking and shivering with uncontrollable lust under his talented tongue. The final culmination of his efforts dragged a shocked wheeze from the unknown audience. With a harsh growl, Spike sank his fangs into her mound while thrusting his elongated and extremely agile oral appendage deep into her weeping channel.

The poor table groaned in protest. Silk shredded as Buffy ripped her arms free and slapped them to the back of Spike’s head, her fingers clenching and releasing in his wildly mussed blonde locks as she tried to shove him further into her.

He kept at her until she was nothing but a quivering puddle of bliss, her body lax and her fingers twitching as she loosened her death-like grip on his head.

With one final swipe of his tongue to seal the tiny wounds, he moved with sinuous grace to lie over her. The blindfold still covered her eyes and he pulled it free, laughing at her dazed expression as she blinked at the sudden brightness.

It was duly noted that Buffy showed no surprise to open her eyes to the grinning visage of Spike’s demon. In fact, all but Anya were flabbergasted when she pulled him down for a kiss, her tongue delicately tracing each fang in turn.

Giles was enthralled beyond measure. He was in total Watcher mode by this time, no longer seeing Buffy as a faux daughter figure, but as an anomaly that needed to be thoroughly researched. Any information he had on the mating habits of vampires or vampire/human relations came from the Council and so tended to carry more than a hint of censure and prejudice. And what a fool he had been to trust blindly the writings of the council when his own slayer had never been conventional by their standards. He would be worse than said fool not to at least make an attempt to gather information for his own journal. Providing Buffy would allow it, of course.

“This is much better than I thought,” Anya was saying.

“W-what do you mean?” Giles asked, quietly marveling over what a font of knowledge the former demon had turned out to be.

“By keeping his demon’s face he is demanding that she accept him in both guises, man and vampire. Obviously she has done so,” she said, waving a hand to indicate the oblivious couple.

Spike pulled Buffy into his lap, an expression of such incredible tenderness on his ridged features that it stunned the onlookers. He rubbed his face against hers for several moments before pulling away to gaze into her eyes.

Positioning herself carefully, Buffy slid down on him. Her face contorted with a mix of pleasure and pain as the last few inches slid home. Spike leaned back, bracing his arms against the table as he watched her with slumberous eyes.

She moved slowly at first, her small hands moving restlessly across the taut lines of his abdomen and up his chest until they framed his face. Her fingers learned each ridge on his forehead and the slight broadness that was added to his nose before reaching his sharp incisors. With great deliberation, she nicked the pad of her finger on one. Bringing it to her mouth, she gave it a long, leisurely suck.

Spike’s hips surged upwards at her coy gesture, his topaz eyes flaring with desire. Buffy laughed at his reaction and she used the still-bleeding digit to trace his lips and the tongue he so eagerly extended to her.

Driven almost beyond reason by her eroticism, Spike shook off the demon and clamped a hand around the back of her neck. Drawing her mouth to his, he devoured her lips with harsh, bruising kisses. His free hand settled on her back, pushing down into each thrust of his hips as he drove upwards into her heated core.

Four of the five that stood outside gave a gasp of horror as Spike’s face shifted. One hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head sharply to the side as he prepared to bite her.

And he did. But it was nothing at all like those watching had anticipated. Spike licked and nipped and sucked a line up and down her jugular until Buffy was squirming with lust and clearly begging for his bite. He finally acquiesced, his sharp fangs sinking into her flesh, his mouth clamping down around it.

Buffy screamed, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Spike’s roar of completion was muffled against her throat. His hips bucked against her as a thin trail of blood trickled down the slope of her breast.

Completely spent, the couple collapsed in a boneless heap of sated lust. Those outside fared no better. Anya and Xander clung weakly to one another, breathing heavily. Willow and Tara simply grabbed each others hands and practically ran towards campus and the privacy of their dorm room. Giles shifted uncomfortably and hoped his closed jacket covered the wet stain on the front of his trousers.

“We’ll be going home now,” Anya gasped out. Xander almost tripped over his feet as he glanced longingly back towards the window. She hauled him away from the bemused Watcher, silencing his protests with promises of mind-blowing orgasms for the both of them.

Giles shook off his disorientation. With an air of determination and a jaunty spring that had been missing from his step for a long while, he began to make his way to his apartment. The lovely young widow in the next unit who had been flirting so subtly for several weeks was about to get soundly propositioned.

Inside the Magic Box, Buffy ran a teasing hand up the broad, muscular back of her vampire. "Wow!  I might never have known about things like candles if Riley had never left," she remarked with a teasing lilt to her voice.

Spike reacted with a predictable growl at the mention of the soldier’s name. He wasn’t threatened in the least by the great hulking git; he just knew his girl expected it of him to be possessive and growly.

“Think we lost our audience, pet,” he said with a leer. “You know they’re all gonna go shag their bloody brains out, don’t you? ‘Cept the Watcher. He’s probably gonna go have himself a real good wank.”

“EWW!”

“Oh, don’t be such a priss. You know for a fact that’s what they’re gettin’ up to. ‘Sides, I could smell ‘em. The whole lot of ‘em were horny as two-peckered goats.”

She pushed him off of her and immediately curled into his side. “Warning. Mental pictures of my Watcher and my friends doing what we just did are not of the good, Spike.”

He smirked down at her while tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “Sweetheart, not a one of them could hope to come close to what we just did here,” he chuckled.

Buffy had to agree with him. Her eyes sparkled with promises of delights to come as she gazed adoringly up at him. "So, wanna take this to a nice fluffy bed, Big Bad? Mom took Dawn and went to visit my aunt until Tuesday. The house is empty.”

“Why, Slayer! Whatever shall we do with all that free time?” He pretended to be shocked, but his eyes told another story. He'd fucked her rotten and he was one proud vamp.  Better than the Captain of Boredom could accomplish, even with the physical enhancements the Initiative had to offer.

They bantered back and forth as they dressed. Spike didn’t even bother trying to hide his grin when Buffy confiscated two more bottles of the scented oil and a handful of the little candles and stuffed them in the pockets of his duster.

She swatted at him half-heartedly. “It’s your fault. I'll bet you’re like, the McGyver of sex.  You know, give him a detachable shower nozzle, a make-up brush, and a candle and he’ll get you off as well as out."

He laughed at her quip but quickly sobered, traces of his ever-present insecurity sneaking into his expression. Draping his hands over her shoulders, he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. "So, this fillin' in for the Farmboy...is it gonna be like an occasional thing?  Or somethin’ a little more on the permanent side?"

Spike wrapped his arms around her and swooped down to give that luscious bottom lip a good suck. A stealthy movement at the window caught his attention and he quickly lifted his head. His nostrils flared as he caught a familiar scent that had his nose wrinkling worse than Buffy’s had over the Fyarl piss. A grin that was the essence of evil split his features. This was gonna be good.

“So you’re saying if Ninja-boy came back, he wouldn’t have a chance? You would pick me over him?” He made sure his hands were in plain sight as he slid them around to cup her bottom for a nice firm squeeze with plenty of grinding action on his part.

Buffy made a rude noise and rolled her eyes as she threw her arms around his neck. “Please! A world of no," she answered, kissing him lovingly on the nose. "I need a man who loves me for what I am and will fight at my side as an equal. That, my evil vampire, just happens to be you."

Smiling, she took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze as she led him towards the basement stairs.

Before he followed her, Spike turned back to the window. Giving Riley two thumbs up, he quickly switched to his middle fingers and flipped him off before grabbing his crotch and shaking it at the stunned commando. “WANKER!” he mouthed clearly. Making sure they understood each other, Spike gifted him with a mocking salute and turned to follow his girl.

He never thought he’d be thanking the Tin Soldier for making him the happiest vamp in the world.  Poor Finn’s dreams were all lost while watching through the looking glass

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