These drabbles, one-shots and such have been sitting on my hard drive for a while, so I thought I'd finally post them over here.  The items below were in response to a challenge issued, either by a person or for a particular community.  Enjoy!

Spike/Buffy, Spike/Faith, Spike/Angel, Spike/Dawn* , Spike/Angel/Willow, Faith/Wesley*, Harmony/Fred*, Joyce/Angel*, Angelus, Buffy, Spike, Xander

Spike/Buffy

Waterplay
(PG13)

Kissing Spike? Definitely of the good.  But, it was doing nothing to relieve the heat. Even if he was soaking wet due to the cold spray… and his body ran towards the lukewarm.  There was just something about his kiss that seemed to ignite her skin. 

Oblivious to the fact that they were out there in the open for anyone to see, Spike settled himself within the cradle of Buffy’s legs.  One arm was beneath her head, providing a pillow against the hard ground, and he used the other to cup her jaw as his lips began lightly nibbling at hers.  A breathy moan slipped from her parted lips and he used the opportunity to slide his tongue back inside her mouth.  Passion flared as their tongues clashed, and this time it was Spike that groaned as he tore his mouth from hers to trail his lips down her bare neck.  His tongue flicked in the hollow above her clavicle.  His teeth gently scraped along the bone, then his lips were moving lower, eager to suckle the hardened twin pebbles that were blazing a hole in his bare chest. 

Buffy’s fingers fisted in his hair as her body arched into his, desperate to increase the contact of his skin against hers.  She knew the direction his lips were heading – this really wasn’t helping her cool down at all… 

With a burst of Slayer strength, she flipped them over so that she lay on top.  He was about to protest the move, switch their positions again, until he felt the heat radiating from her center where she straddled his hips, felt her writhe against his hardened length.  His fingers dug into either side of her hips and held tight as she did it again.  And then again. 

His jaw tightened,  attempting to rein in the overwhelming lust snaking its way through his body and demanding he take her right there.  Eyes closed in blissful torment failed to see the wicked gleam that came into the Slayer’s eyes before she pushed away from the prone vampire and took off running back towards the car…and the hose. 

She had to get to the hose before he caught her. 

It took him a second to realize she was no longer above him – that the Slayer had taken off, back towards the house, and the water hose.  Her laughter ringing out behind her as she ran.  He paused for a moment to watch her long, lean legs as they ate up the distance between her and her weapon before common sense – and the thrill of the chase – rushed over him. 

With a wicked leer, he took off after her. 

If the Slayer wanted to play water games, he’d surely oblige her. 

Buffy felt him getting closer.  He was cheating, using a burst of vampiric speed to overtake her.  It wasn’t fair; she was almost there.  She could see the hose laying on the ground…a weapon just waiting for her to wield against the approaching vampire. 

Ten more steps.  Five.  She could practically feel him breathing down her neck.  Two.  One. 

Got it! 

Dropping to a crouch, she quickly grabbed the hose and aimed it at Spike and depressed the trigger.  Water sprung from the gun attachment and thoroughly doused him. 

But, he wasn’t stopping!  Slowing, sure…but not stopping. The gleam in his eye promised retribution as he closed the distance between them.  No fair!  Why wasn’t he stopping?  Didn’t he realize that he was supposed to hide from the stream that continued to soak him? 

Apparently not, since he just kept stalking her.  And, the look on his face…good lord!  She was ready to come from that look alone. 

Reason returned, and she jumped to her feet to put the black beast he lovingly referred to as his “baby” between them – all the while raining a steady stream of water upon his advancing frame. 

He was sex personified as he moved to follow her.  Swaggered towards her.  And, she licked her lips as she noticed the bulge barely concealed by his obscenely tight jeans. 

Uh oh.  Well, as long as he didn’t vault over the car, she’d be safe… 

She watched warily as he veered off for a moment.  Then her eyes widened as he caught onto the game and retrieved the second hose.  Not good, Buffy. 

‘Hey, it was what you wanted, wasn’t it?  A little bit of cooling off.’ 

‘Yeah, but still…’ 

Ignoring her inner voice, she concentrated on the approaching vampire.  Swallowing hard, her gaze locked on his crotch.  Buffy wondered briefly how he was able to walk – the tight confines of his jeans had to be torture against his evident erection.  And, wet jeans at that?  She didn’t even want to consider how that had to feel.  She tried to figure out how they were going get the damn things off once they’d finished playing and the real fun began. Zoned out to images of their slickened bodies gliding against one another as he thrust in and out of her, the Slayer never saw Spike as he neared and opened fire. 

The cold water hit her with a blast causing her to shriek in surprise as it splashed against her overheated skin.  His evil laugh caused her eyes to narrow, her competitive streak getting the better of her. 

“Whatsa’ matter, pet?  Kitty doesn’t like to get wet?  Thought that’s what you wanted when you came after me,” he taunted as he followed her around his car, pelting her with the hose. 

“Oooohhh…you’re gonna pay for that Spike,” she growled as she came up spraying. 

The two adversaries pulled out all stops, soaking each other in their mini-warfare.  Growls and shouts of retribution soon turned to giggling and outright laughter as they battled one another with their garden hoses…the car’s bath long since forgotten, even if it did manage to get wet occasionally. 

Finally, breathless from their romp, Buffy called a truce.  She’d lost track of the time spent racing back and forth behind the car and in their front lawn, was quite sure they’d given the neighbors an eyeful – but it had been fun and their water warfare had served its purpose.  She glanced at the night sky, surprised, momentarily, at how long they’d actually been playing.  

A cool night breeze swept over her body causing her nipples to harden painfully against her soaked shirt, goose bumps breaking out along her arms and legs.  It was time to go inside and get warmed up now. 

And, since Spike had done such a good job of cooling her off, it was only right that he heat her back up. Dropping the hose, she took off running towards the front porch. 

“Winner decides,” she threw over her shoulder.  Buffy knew that he would understand her meaning, and she poured on a burst of speed to beat him inside and upstairs to her bedroom.  

Spike was sitting on her window ledge when she pushed her way inside. 

“Hey!  No fair!” 

“You didn’t specify the rules, luv,” he smirked at her. 

Rising to his bare feet he dangled the handcuffs enticingly before her.  She bit her lip and squirmed a little, desire shooting straight to her core.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sweet Kiss
(NC-17)

She didn’t need the blindfold pulled from her eyes to tell her that she was being stalked.  The Slayer knew.  Knew it was he.  Her badass, peroxide-headed vampire.  The man – demon – that could reduce her to a quivering mass. 

The growls emanating from his throat resonated in her womb and produced their desired results, the flood of moisture glistening the dark curls of her sex; a delicious prize just waiting to be claimed by his skillful tongue. 

She tried to shift her lower body, ease some of the ache throbbing in her core, but he’d lashed her legs apart.  Some bondage fun, he’d told her with a smirk and that sexy thing he did with his teeth and tongue.  She couldn’t resist and had scrambled up on the bed and assumed the position without hesitation. 

Buffy felt him getting closer, and sure enough, the bed dipped as he knelt on the edge between her legs.  Her hips suddenly soared off the bed as his cool tongue began to lap at her pussy.  She strained against the bonds, wanting nothing more than to wrap her limbs around his head and back and hold him in place while he sucked and nipped.  But, he’d taken her Slayer strength into account and made sure the bonds would hold…at least for a little while. 

The sound that passed her lips sounded suspiciously like a growl when he removed his tongue from her slit.  Then it changed to a breathy sigh as his blunt teeth nibbled on the bundle of nerves that had been begging for some kind of attention; three fingers slid in and out of her body, bringing her ever closer to orgasm. 

He spoke not a word, and she couldn’t see his face with the covering over her eyes.  It was unnerving, yet exciting at the same time.  He seemed to know just what to do to drive her crazy.  Their lovemaking was constantly changing, new ideas introduced and delighted over on both sides, so that she wouldn’t get bored. 

He’d told her she’d needed a little monster in her man, that she’d come to crave him like he craved blood…and he was right.  She did.  She needed him, and all the things he could make her feel with one look of his deep blue eyes, one touch of his pale finger.  Or tongue.  Or fang. 

The first time he’d tried to sip from her flesh she’d been scared.  Had fought him off until he’d given up – instead taking her with a violence that shocked, as well as, thrilled her.  He’d kept it up the rest of the night, bringing her body to earth-shattering orgasm again and again, until finally, she’d been too weak, too sated, to do no more than lay beneath him passively as he buried his fangs in her neck. 

She’d passed out from the pleasure, coming to minutes later to see his smirking features gazing down at her. 

Now, as she writhed beneath him, she waited breathlessly to feel that sweet kiss of his.  Arch helplessly against him as his mouth left her clit to roam light kisses along her inner thigh. 

Any moment now…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Her Fault
(NC-17)

Spike flopped onto the couch after the others had left. 

‘Bloody whelp, punching on me like that.  Wasn’t like I could actually bite the demon bint, now, was it?’ He snorted, grabbing the remote and channel surfing. ‘ But did he stop to think of that before punching my face?  Hell no.  Now he’s off for a right good buggering.’ 

Just wasn’t right. 

It was all her fault…had to be. 

Seeing the two of them together – their sickening little lovey-dovey scene that nearly made him gag on his recently consumed blood – brought back memories of him and the Slayer. How her compact body had felt nestled on his lap.  Their tongues battling for supremacy in each other’s mouth. 

What he wouldn’t do to get her alone now.  And, now, with the whelp and his demon bint gone… 

Oh, the things he could do to her. 

Naughty little things would leave her crying out for more. 

Harder Spike. 

Faster Spike. 

Deeper Spike. 

Give it to me good, Spike. 

Yeah, he’d give her a good seeing to.  Pound his cock into her tight quim while he watched her silently mouth all the things his mind had conjured up.  

On the counter.  

Up against the wall.  

Maybe eventually the bed.  

They were more than matched for each other.  Knew it from the brief time he’d spent under Red’s spell.  

He could smell her body’s response as she watched him, when she thought he wasn’t looking. 

But he didn’t have to look.  He could smell her.  Her musky scent perfuming the air a veritable banquet being laid before him. 

Fuck!  

Now he was hard. 

He leaned his head back over the arm of the couch to see if anyone remained behind, but nothing moved to indicate anyone’s presence still in the house.  Dropping the remote on the couch, he eased his zipper down over his engorged shaft, hissing when the metal almost caught on his sensitive flesh.  His cock sprang free, and he breathed a sigh of relief, his hand immediately grasping his staff for a slow, leisurely tug. 

‘Bloody bitch.  Turning her nose up at me in front of her friends,’ he mouthed.  ‘Thinks she’s better’n me.  I’ll show her.’ 

His hand increased in tempo, his thumb swirling over the swollen head, snagging the drops of precum that leaked from the slit to provide a little lubricant for his hand.  He leaned back into the couch, his mouth moving soundlessly as he told the Slayer exactly what he wanted her to do. 

‘Suck it.  Yeah… tha’s it.  All of it.  Uh huh…Faster…yeah, Slayer…’ 

Faster now.  His hands moving just how he liked to ensure his quick climax. 

‘Now…open your mouth wide…’ 

His cock erupted, his body bowing off the cushions as he coated his black t-shirt with his milky semen.  His hand continued to pump his length until he was spent, finally collapsing wearily onto the couch.  

Sometime later, he glanced down at his limp cock, still held in his hand as it dangled outside his jeans.  His t-shirt soaked with his own ejaculate.  Disgusted with himself and his body’s unconscious response to the Slayer, Spike ripped the t-shirt off his head, balling it up to wipe away any lingering come from his body.  He tucked himself back into his pants and grabbed the remote to hopefully take his mind off of the self-loathing he felt at wanking off to images of the Slayer. 

Bloody bitch. 

This was all her fault.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Spike Being Happy

He didn’t know why he did it…forgot to keep his finger on the hook as he dialed.  Love’s Bitch, that’s what he was. 

As he heard her soft voice whisper hello, he almost spoke.  Took an unnecessary breath to do just that… 

She must have heard him. 

“Spike?” 

His mouth opened to say her name, but he couldn’t produce the necessary vibration in his throat. 

“Buffy, who is it,” he heard the ‘Bit say. 

“I…I thought it was Spike…God, I miss him, Dawnie,” he heard before the line went dead. 

Happiness didn’t begin to describe… 

Spike dialed her number again.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Spike Being Happy, pt. 2

“Hello?” She sounded slightly annoyed, probably figuring it was a crank caller. 

“Buffy?” he spoke hesitantly, then closed his eyes and cringed as he waited for the repercussion of his call. 

“Spike?” she asked hesitantly. 

“Um…” ‘Bloody hell, Spike.  You’re sounding like a right git here.’ “Hello, Buffy.” 

“Spike!??!!” He blanched as he heard her burst into tears, and what sounded like the phone dropping to the ground. 

He heard some rustling on the phone, heard the Slayer weeping loudly in the background – heart wrenching sobs that tore at his soul. 

“Spike?” Dawn asked. 

“Hey, ‘lil bit.  How are you?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sorry

She raced up the drive – winded from her headlong sprint  – stopping abruptly in front of him just as he exited Wood’s shed.  Uncaring how it might be interpreted, she cupped his cheek and gazed up into his blue eyes. 

“I’m sorry…I didn’t know.” 

Spike watched in amazement as her hands ghosted over his frame, checking for signs of injury.  His eyes closed in contentment as she petted him and murmured soothing sounds of sympathy. 

His hands fisted at his side to keep from grabbing her waist and hauling her close, showing her just how much her concern meant to him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Bound

He dangled the cuffs at me, smirking just so – that thing he did with his tongue and teeth – and I couldn’t prevent the wetness that dampened my thighs. 

Then he attacked, dragging me towards a metal piece imbedded in the wall, even as one manacle locked around my wrist.  I could have broken away easily, but this domination of his…thrilled me.  So, I let him have his way. 

He looped the other cuff through the bolt and secured my free wrist, leaving me to dangle against the wall – nude – my feet barely touching the floor. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Schooled

‘He’s way hotter than Angel,’ she thought, getting a good look at the man clapping at her. 

“Who are you?” 

“You’ll find out on Saturday.” 

“How ‘bout I find out now?” 

She walked over to him, hips sashaying provocatively.  Whatever Spike had been about to say died a quick death.   

He watched, mesmerized, as she neared. She had to know he was a vampire – they were the only two left in the alley. Stopping just inches in front of him, her fingers lifted to trail down his chest…all the way down until she cupped him through his jeans. 

Bloody hell…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Safe

Buffy barely paid the fallen dragon any notice once she saw three figures standing at the end of the alley.  Her pace increased until she was all but running, finally gaining his attention moments before launching herself at him. 

“Spike,” she murmured just before her lips locked with his, uncaring of the bruises that marred his face.  Spike, for his part, didn’t care either – she was back, had spurned his Sire and chosen him. 

Angel stared in confusion, gazing at the two lip-locked blondes. 

He tapped Buffy on the shoulder, whining, “But I slayed the dragon!” 

She just ignored him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Caught

Oblivious to the two-way mirrors and their captor’s regard, Spike slammed the Slayer up against the white wall, growling viciously. 

“’S you’re fault ‘m here, Slayer.” 

Too weak to protest, having been drugged by her unknown captors, she shoved helplessly at his chest to ward him off.  But, as her fingers played over his taut abs, escape was the furthest thing from her mind. Mewling softly as his hand fisted in her hair, she willing tilted her head to the side. 

His fangs sank into her sun-kissed flesh, causing Spike to groan in delight as her blood flooded his mouth.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Something Bluer

“C’mere, pet. ’S you I want.  Only you, luv,” he murmured as he pulled the Slayer down onto his lap.  “I’ll prove it to you.” 

Spike ignored the watcher as he struggled to his feet and left the room, his gaze intent upon his Slayer. 

“Show me,” she whispered. 

“Oh, pet.” 

His hand slipped behind her neck to pull her close. 

“You sure?” 

“Uh huh.” 

“But the chip…” 

“You’re not gonna hurt me, are you?” 

“No, but…” 

“Then, you should be fine.” 

His fangs slid into her throat as he whispered the words that made her his forever. 

“Mine.” 

“Yours.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Freak Show

He couldn’t believe he’d gotten the Slayer to come to this theater, even if it was a dare. Couldn’t even remember what they’d been arguing about.  But the gauntlet had been thrown, and she’d picked it up and hurled it back in his face telling him, that yes, she would go. 

The opening credits began and the – what he termed – porno music began to play, Spike chuckled as he remembered her pinkened cheeks when he’d paid for their tickets at the counter.  

But still…it was worth it.  If only to shut her sarcastic mouth for a moment.  Or two.  

Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiip…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Intoxicating

So sweet. 

His hips undulated above hers, delighting at the breathy moan that escaped her lips.  Spike lowered his body flush against hers, gasping as her hardened nipples dug into his chest.  His movements were slow, intent on driving her crazy.  To make her feel just a little bit of what he felt whenever he was near her.  

She pulled him close, whispering naughty things, her words causing him to swell even more inside her.  Then she bit his ear.  Hard.  

Maybe not sweet.   

But intoxicating?   

Spike growled, determined now to make her scream his name. 

Hell yeah!  

Definitely intoxicating.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Feel Again

“Here?” 

No answer. 

“But…someone can come along…might see…” Buffy protested half-heartedly.  Her feeble attempt to ward him off went unanswered, her panties swept down her bare legs. 

The rasp of his zipper sounded unusually loud in the Magic Shoppe’s storage area. 

She wet her lips, her mouth suddenly gone dry.  She needed… 

Yeah, that. 

Hard and fast, his cock thrusting into her pussy.  Fangs, buried in her neck. Making her feel alive once again. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Me First

“Wanna play?” 

He dangled the handcuffs from one hand and watch as the Slayer’s eyes went wide.  Her gaze remained fixed on the steel manacles as her throat worked – trying to give voice to either acceptance or rejection.  He wasn’t quite sure which way she was leaning towards.  

Spike stifled a groan as her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips, her face a mask of indecision. 

She’d still yet to look at him minutes later and took it upon himself to put the handcuffs away for another day. 

“No…don’t.” 

Her hand gripped his wrist. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Predator

Spike stalked through the house on Revello Drive, the silent predator he was reputed to be.  His lean, nude body caught the light as he walked through a moonbeam streaming in through the window. 

A noise sounded off in the distance and a slight smile curved his lips.  He was close now. Moving soundlessly across the carpeted floor, the vampire closed in on his prey. 

He’d tried to shut out the scent of her arousal, wanting to play fair, but her sweet aroma was heaven to his senses. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hot

“I’m hot,” she whined, as she lay nude within the embrace of her vampire lover.  The record-breaking temperatures had reached triple-digits and not even Spike’s cool body could alleviate the heat that seemed to radiate from her slight frame. 

The power company had started rolling brownouts to compensate for all the energy being consumed, and her subdivision was currently blanketed in darkness. 

She was miserable and it was making her cranky. 

Spike slipped from behind the Slayer and moved to the bathroom to start a cool bath.  Tub full, he returned to their bedroom and pulled the Slayer after him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Derby

“Whatcha watchin’, pet?” 

“Nothing really…” Buffy replied, hitting the mute button and turning to face Spike.  “Just listening to ESPN’s coverage of the Kentucky Derby…” 

Spike quirked a brow.  “You watch horse racing?” 

“Noooo…” 

“Then why…” 

Her expression grew calculating and she stood slowly, paying the vixen as she sashayed towards the vampire lounging against the doorjamb.  Once at his side, she reached out and trailed her hand up the front of his thigh.  “You’ve got to admit… it does hold a certain… fascination… All that power…” Her hand cupped his crotch, giving it a firm squeeze.  “…between their thighs…”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

To Wank... Or Not To Wank

Bitch?  Did he just call me a bitch? 

Her hand shot out and connected with his nose before she could stop herself.  She heard the distinctive crunch of cartilage this time, grinning unrepentantly that she’d broken his nose with her second punch.

“Bloody hell, you crazy bint!” Spike growled, clutching his abused appendage between either hand.  “You broke my nose!” 

“Yeah… well… you called me a ‘bitch.’” 

Spike took a step forward, ready to tear the bint’s head off, then stopped.  Not like he could actually do anything to her anyway.  Hell, he was already getting warning sparks in the base of his skull. 

“Aww… the poor Big Bad…” she taunted, watching how he struggled to bring his rising anger under control. 

Spike pulled his hands away from his nose, having shoved it back into alignment.  Licking the blood from his fingertips.  

“Watch it, little girl,” he ground out. “’m not always gonna have this thing in my head.”  

“Oh, so now I’m a ‘little girl.’  Make up your mind, Spike.  Hard to be both, don’t you think.  No!  Wait… don’t answer that.  Because you don’t think.  Now… tell me what you were really doing here.” 

“Wankin’ off against the tree.” 

“Wank—?”   

Confusion marred her feature, not understanding his terminology.  Then she watched as Spike grabbed his crotch, giving himself a nice, leisurely stroke.  Helpless, her wide-eyed gaze tracked his hand as he cupped the huge bulge straining against his jeans. 

“Oh my god… ewww!” she hissed, finally tearing her eyes away to glare up at him. 

“Don’t knock it, pet.  A good wank can help relieve the stress… and I see you’ve got a lot of… stress,” he told her, pleased that when he stepped closer, she didn’t draw back from him.  “Don’t tell me you’ve never done it before…” he murmured.  “…buried your fingers in your juicy quim, sliding them in and out until your body tightens around them.” 

Buffy stared up at him, unable to break the spell the vampire was weaving about her.  His softly whispered words rushing over her, making her forget… 

She mentally shook herself and finally shoved him away. 

“You’re a pig, Spike!” she growled, turning on her heel and storming off. 

Spike watched her go, a smile on his face.  He’d definitely won that round. 

The lingering scent of the Slayer’s arousal drifted back to him and he inhaled deeply. 

He’d have to stay close until she came back from patrol, or wherever it was she’d rushed off to.  See if his words had any effect on her, if she would indeed seek to pleasure herself once she was alone in her room – thinking herself safe from prying eyes. 

He couldn’t wait…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Spike/Faith

Score

Eyes narrowed on the peroxide vampire, whose eyes were glued to the TV and not her, she set about a plan to get his delectable ass off the couch and settled between her legs. 

Spike ignored her as she stripped, causing Faith to fling her discarded clothes at his head, snorting as he grumbled at the offending objects for momentarily blocking his view.  Lying before him on the floor, she provided a tempting view – one hand worked its way south as the other caressed her breast.   

Just as Manchester was about to score, he caught a whiff of her arousal…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Goodbye Sunnyhell

Faith didn’t feel the wood slats at her back as she leaned against the darkened interior of the train.  Her mind was on the catastrophe her return to wakefulness had become.  She should have just run to begin with, rather than trying to take on Buffy and her gang – she realized that now. 

Which was why she was on a train to nowhere.  Anywhere but Sunnydale and all the bad memories it held.  She kicked at the wooden box in front of her, not surprised when it shattered to pieces.  Tears fell silently down her face. 

Alone.  Always alone.      

~*~ 

Though a few stray beams of sunlight filtered inside the box car, it was still dark enough inside for Spike to observe his fellow passenger unnoticed – at least until he flicked his lighter and lit the cigarette between his lips. 

He smirked at the girl’s sudden gasp, how she scrambled to her feet to protect her back, not bothering to wipe the tears that were no doubt blurring her vision.

“Ain’t gonna hurt ya, pet.”  Not that he could, mind.  “Just catchin’ a ride, the same as you.”  Spike held his arms wide, not moving from the shadows on the other side of the freight car. 

“Spike?” Faith called out, staring intently at the shadowed corner, brows narrowed intently.  

“How…” He cut off his question and took another drag of the cigarette he held to mask his confusion. 

The orange glow illuminated his face and Faith couldn’t help but smirk. 

“I’ll be damned!  It is William the Bloody!”  Her body relaxed from its defensive stance and she strolled over, her mood suddenly lightened – plucking the cigarette out from between his lips, drawing it to her own.  He growled and snapped, but she ignored him and took a hit.  It wasn't like he could actually hurt her. 

“Bloody bint!  Gimme that!” Spike snatched his cigarette back, careful to avoid actually touching her and inadvertently setting off his chip, eyes narrowing when she blow smoke in his face.  He took another long pull and tried to regroup, figure out where he knew the girl from. 

And, although there was no doubt in his mind that they hadn’t crossed paths before, the brunette’s body language screamed familiarity – he just couldn’t place her.  In the end, he went with the straightforward approach. 

“’pears I’m at a loss, pet.  You know me, but I can’t rightly say the same.”  He cocked his head inquiringly and waited. 

“I’m hurt,” Faith pouted.  “Last night was… special.  I can’t believe you don’t remember.” 

If anything, her words confounded the vampire even more. 

“Look—” Spike began. 

“I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up,” she falsettoed.   

“You…?” 

“Courtesy of a little body switching device, though it was a little short-lived.” 

“Didn’t think the Slayer’d be one to talk about herself like that,” Spike snorted.  “Shoulda’ known something was up.” 

The two shared a smile. 

“Guess Miss Goodie Two Shoes got her body back?” 

“Yeah, you could say that,” Faith told him dejectedly.  “Name’s Faith.”  She allowed her feet to slide out from beneath her and she sat back down on the floor amidst the hay scattered about, leaning back against the wall. 

Spike took off his duster and hung it on a protruding nail and joined the Slayer on the floor.  They sat there, neither saying anything for the longest time.  Finally, Spike could stand it no longer. 

“Well, Faith…wanna talk about it?” 

“Not particularly.  Don’t need to relive how the blonde bitch ruined my life once more, if it’s all the same to you.” 

“You change your mind… it’s a long ride…” He shrugged, like it didn’t matter either way. 

“You know where the train’s goin’?” Faith asked, changing the subject. 

“North.  Washington state.” 

“Yeah?  Never been there.” 

“’s nice.  Rains all the time.” 

Faith snorted and rolled her eyes, biting her lip to keep from smiling. 

“Wot? ‘s better than all that bloody sunlight Sunnyhell has to offer.  Who in their right mind would create a Hellmouth in sunny California, anyway?  Rather discriminating against those of us with a sun allergy, if you ask me.”   

He didn’t mention that he’d heard of a demon doctor that could cure him of his little “affliction.”  The Slayer bird seemed amenable enough to his company right now, given his chipped status.  No need to draw attention to himself before he could properly defend against an attack. 

Not that he’d see about bagging his third with this girl.  He kinda liked her spunk.  And, seeing now that who he’d thought was the blonde Slayer had, in actuality, been someone else, he could see the humor in their confrontation at the Bronze.   

“Yeah, I could see how that could be a problem for you.”   

Her face grew serious and she looked up at the vampire sitting beside her. 

“So… this Washington… is it a good place to get lost?” 

“The best, pet.  The best.” 

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Spike/Angel

My Dragon
(NC-17)

“I wanted to slay the dragon,” Angel growled as he slammed his cock repeatedly into Spike’s ass.  

Beneath him, Spike groaned in pleasure as the tip brushed over his prostrate.  

“Guess…you…wanted…to be…on…top, too,” he panted between his Sire’s thrusts.  

“I am on top,” the dark-haired vampire argued as he continued to slide in and out of his Childe’s anal passage.  

“One…outta…two…ain’t bad,” Spike snarked.  

“You really don’t want to get that ring off anytime soon, do you?” he questioned the bleached-blonde vampire, momentarily stilling his movements. 

“You wouldn’t...” he whimpered.  

“You shoulda’ let me slay the dragon,” he replied nonchalantly.  

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Spike/Dawn*

Promise

Their footsteps slowed the closer they got.  Unwanted memories rose unbidden like they always did, but they didn’t stop…they never stopped.  Together, leaning heavily on one another for support, they reached their destination. 

Dawn pulled herself out of his comforting embrace and leaned down to replace the old flowers with new.  It was a weekly ritual, a small tribute to the Slayer that had saved them all… 

Spike hated coming here, hated seeing the blatant reminder of her death.  But, he was here because of her…because he’d made a promise to look after the ‘Bit – even if it killed him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

To Be..... Or Not

“I met him once.” 

“Nu uh.  Spike, you’re such a liar.” 

“I did too. Was a long time ago.” 

“Really?  You met Shakespeare?” 

“Uh huh.” 

“Did not.” 

“Did too!” 

“Yeah?” Dawn crossed her arms over her chest, gifting him with a look that showed she didn’t quite believe him. 

“Yep.” 

“No way!  That’s like totally cool!” 

Spike rolled his eyes at the Niblet as they sat on his sarcophagus.  She’d come by because she’d needed help with her English homework. 

“Yeah, I see someone hasn’t even opened her book yet.  Wanker lived in the sixteenth century. Tad before my time.”

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Spike/Angel/Willow

Taste Test

Willow gazed upon her two vampire lovers sprawled naked in bed.  The one on the right smirked at her as she held up the bottle of wine, his tongue tucked behind his teeth as he quirked his scarred brow at her nude form.  The other one, her silent dark-haired lover, looked up at her, his expression telling her more than any words could how much he wanted her. 

“A little taste-testing,” she beguiled the two, waving the bottle back and forth as she sashayed towards the bed.  Then, she lifted the bottle to her lips and took a healthy swig.  

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Faith/Wesley*

Post NFA

“Hello, Faith.” 

“Wesley?  What are you doing here?” 

“I came…I came because I never had a chance to tell you…tell you how proud I am of you.” 

Faith stared at her former watcher speechless.  All the words she’d longed to hear… 

She couldn’t help it.  She cried.  Not the cry of an anguished girl who’d spent years trying to get someone to like her, love her.  She cried because she was finally happy.   

Wesley hugged his Slayer close as she wept on his shoulder. 

                           ~*~ 

Faith woke with tears in her eyes.  

“You okay, baby?” Wood asked. 

“Five-by-five,” she replied.

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Harmony/Fred*

Girl's Night Out

“Not food, not food, not…” the blonde vampiress chanted softly to herself, taking a seat next to Fred at the bar. 

“I’m sorry…did you say something, Harmony?” 

“…food!” Harmony shouted.  “You’ve got to have food… to go with your drink.  That’s how it’s done, right?” 

“Er, I guess so.  I’ve never been out to a bar before.” 

“Really?  You and Gunn…” 

“Nahh…we were more of the homebodies,” she trailed off. 

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Joyce/Angel*

You Lose

Vampire and Slayer caused the headboard to bang against the wall as they danced like they were always meant to.  Hands caressed bare flesh. Softly spoken words, telling the other of feelings long denied, parted their lips. 

The tempo increased until the pounding against the wall jolted the two occupants downstairs into stilted conversation. 

“More cocoa?” Joyce asked Angel as he paced within the small confines of the kitchen. 

“More cocoa?!?” he practically roared.  “Joyce, that’s Spike upstairs with your daughter.  Evil, soulless Spike!” 

“Yeah?  So?  He loves her.  Which is more than I can say of your unsouled version.”

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Angelus

Family Reunion
(NC-17)

 “So young….so…virginal,” Angelus murmured appreciatively.  He circled the table, assessing the setup for flaws.  His boy lay face down over the cement table, completely nude but for the unbreakable shackles locked about his wrists and ankles – those bolted to the loops of the table’s four corners.  

“How is it that you’ve managed to stay untouched all this time, hmmm?” he asked as he completed his turn to stand between the vamp’s spread thighs.  His finger rimmed the puckered hole of his childe’s ass, taking perverse pleasure in how he tried to flinch away, inadvertently grinding his bare cock against the cement. 

Spike wheeled in through the open door and earned an irate glare from Angelus.  He rolled his eyes, quirking his brow at the elder to get on with it.  ‘Poor bastard,’ he smirked as he took up position beside Penn.  The scene reminded Spike of another time, when he’d been the one manacled.  Family initiation, Angelus had called it.  More like an excuse to be buggered, not that the bastard needed one then…or now.  

The dark-haired sop was his childe, after all.  

If Lawson was stupid enough to come to Sunnydale and challenge Angelus, the git deserved his punishment.

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Buffy

Thoughts on Sam

‘Jesus Christ!  She’s an amazon!’ she thought as she gazed up at the woman being introduced as Riley’s wife.  Funny how she’d never noticed how tall Riley was before now.  But, as she looked upon the two black-clad figures standing side by side, she thought that they seemed to fit…more so than she and Riley ever had. 

Part of her wanted to hate the brunette with her slicked-back hair and matching commando outfit for taking her “normal” guy away, but realistically, Sam was better off with him. 

She’d given up on normal. It was never hers to have anyway.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Not Fair

She ignored her sister’s question as she gazed at the crater that used to be her home for the last seven years.  She smiled, hoping the others would see it, and think that everything was all right…that they could finally move on. 

Her friends bought it, leaving her alone to gaze longingly at the hole that marked Spike’s final resting place.  It wasn’t fair.  Just when she’d finally found love again…to have it ripped away from her in one fell sweep like that. 

She looked skyward and cursed the powers for doing this to her. 

Spike… 

Finally, the tears fell.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Journal

Buffy slipped down to the basement while Spike was out training with the other SITs.  If he ever were to comment about her being there, she could just say that she had been washing laundry. 

She’d found it on a whim – stripping his cot to add the sheets to her load – and her hand had hesitated over the journal.   

They were dated…his poems. 

The mood of his work had changed over the past few years, was especially dark the summer she was gone.  Those were the hardest to read… 

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Spike

Thoughts on the Bot

Looking at that creature, that thing – robot – whatever you wanted to call it, disgusted him.  He knew it served a purpose and Spike mentally ticked of the days, hours, minutes that the real Slayer – the real Buffy – had been gone. 

From the moment her lips had touched his battered ones in a silent thank you for keeping mum about Dawn, he’d realized his mistake.  The cheap imitation that patrolled beside him night after night just couldn’t compare…and he found himself daydreaming, yet again, about the warm touch of her lips. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Disgrace

“You’re beneath me.” 

Her words played in his mind over and over again.  What was it about him that women he professed to love tore him up this way?

The bloody bitch, taking his past and shoving it in his face like that. 

Instead of getting angry, he sunk into despair…he’d never have the love of the woman he wanted.  He eyed the cue stick lying on the ground.  Mocking him. 

Better to just end it all than to endure her hate…   

He grabbed the long stick of wood and fell on it…like a samurai wanting to die with honor.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Absence of Laughter

I used to hate it.  Hearing her laughter – knowing that I wasn’t the cause of it.  That I’d never be the cause of it.   

Now, I’d give anything to hear it.  Hell, just seeing her smile would bring me some sense of relief.  Because you can’t be happy and still secretly crave death, can you? 

I bloody well hope not. 

Though, it’s not like I really need to worry about getting it wrong.  The Slayer never smiles.   

Sometimes I lay awake, wondering if she’ll do it.  Go out one night for patrol and allow some vamp his one good day.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Finally Broken

It didn’t happen the first time Angelus disappeared… after he’d been cursed with his soul.  Nor when he’d lost it and had taken over as Master of Sunnydale, shagging Dru at every opportunity. 

The chip, the Slayer’s ridicule – neither of those things had done it either.  Even Buffy’s death wasn’t enough to break him completely.  

Her dismissal of him, how she’d called him by his given name, had only enraged him. 

Dying for her had set him free. 

No, it was when Spike had reappeared in his sire’s office, saw the disgust on his face that he’d finally been broken.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Present

Spike bit his lip to keep from barking out a curse.  He was half tempted to take the tiny furball tucked inside his coat back to Clem.  Why he’d not traded the kitten for cash was anyone’s guess. 

“Love’s bitch right here…” he proclaimed, though no one heard him; the road leading to the Slayer’s house was deserted.  His control finally snapped when he was a few houses away, and he let loose with a string of expletives.  

“Let go,” Spike growled.  His hand closed around the scruff of its neck. “You’re lucky it’s the Slayer’s birthday, you little shite…”

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Xander

Secret

Xander glanced across the cafeteria and smiled half-heartedly as he waved to his two friends. As he stood there watching them converse, his mind drifted back a few days to when he’d had Buffy right where he wanted her. 

Beneath him. Her firm, round breasts pressing into his chest.  True, she’d struggled and had eventually managed to fight him off with her superior Slayer strength. 

He was appalled by his behavior, and, yet, some small part of him had actually liked it.  Enjoyed being possessed by the hyena spirit.  For a brief time, he’d been feared, respected. 

Not like now…

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Want

‘Ooo kaaaay.  Buffy is dancing with me like this, why?’ Xander thought as he watched the blonde Slayer gyrate around him in a circle. 

‘Don’t think about it, man.  This is what you want…what you’ve always wanted.’ 

His eyes closed as he felt her spoon her ass into his groin, and he couldn’t prevent the hard-on he got.  He watched as she smiled coyly over her shoulder, as if she knew what she’d done to him, how she made him feel. And for just a moment, he pulled her writhing body flush against his own, grinding himself into her ass.

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