by Spikesdeb

Chapter 4

Buffy had settled Tara in the spare room of their apartment, making sure she was out cold before closing the door.  She’d sat with her for a while, held her hand as she spoke hesitantly of her worries, her fears for her captured lover.  Buffy asked her sister-in-law how they had first become involved, the soft smile of the vampire bringing a glow to her face.   

“Oh, well…William was presented with an award -- do you remember, you were there I think -- when he dusted all those vampires at the Bronze, he got that burnished stake…he laughed about that, G’s idea I believe, a bit of a joke?” 

Buffy nodded.  She’d been there alright, ablaze with arousal remembering her contribution to the mission, the kisses, the wanton miss he’d awoken with his first touch in the Bronze…the fortnight of moonlit lovemaking after it was all over.  Oh yes, she remembered.  She’d been bursting with the urge to scream it out loud, show everyone her bite marks.  And when he’d caressed the wood and quirked his eyebrow at her – she’d had the tiniest orgasm; it was the stroke of those knowing fingers that did it… just like ringing a bell for Pavlov’s dog…soaked panty time… again… 

Tara was still speaking.  Buffy snapped herself out of the alluring memories and focused on the woman in front of her. 

“…and she just asked me, casually, for my number.  Said it was in case she ever needed to get hold of William.  I didn’t think anything of it at the time – truth be told, I was hard pressed to remember my name when she looked at me.” 

Buffy smiled.  She knew that feeling well. 

“But…afterwards, I dared to hope.   Well, he’s a spy!  What would she need my number for when he’s got all this super-spy stuff?  So, I let myself have a secret dream that really it was just an excuse and she wanted my number for me.” 

Her voice tailed off as the tears began again.  Buffy shushed her, held her while she cried. 

“She rang two days later,” she continued tremulously, “spoke absolute nonsense for a while then just casually asked me to dinner.” 

“W’s a cool customer alright.  We know absolutely nothing about her private life.  Nobody dare ask her!” 

Tara smiled, tears drying on her face.  “Yeah, she’s very protective.  She…she...told me ‘I kind of like having something that's just, you know, mine’ and I melted.  She had me then.  All of me.” 

Again with the nodding; yep.  Been there, done that.  

Tara calmed then, her tears drying as she began to doze off, exhausted.  Buffy covered her with the quilt and shut the door quietly. 

“She alright?” 

William nodded towards the closed door.  He was trying to act unconcerned, but Buffy knew that if his sister was hurting, he was too.  They were close, more than close.  For a century they’d only had each other.  If it wasn’t for the fact that Tara was such a sweetie, she may be jealous.  But she was really such an empathic and gentle creature that anybody who met her immediately wanted to take care of her. 

“Yeah, she’s sleeping now.  William, she’s so broken.  She’s totally in love with W.  I’m talking tweeting-birds-love-you-‘til-I-die-and-if-you-don’t-kiss-me-soon-I’ll-pop kind of love.  And now we know, it all makes sense.  You’ve seen W lately, don’t you think she’s been happier, more relaxed?” 

William nodded.  It was true.  W had been almost playful at times.  It was nice to see.  And Tara - he’d been so wrapped up in Buffy, drowning in her, and somehow he’d missed this hugely important event rocking his dear sister’s world.  He felt awful.  He had to fix it, get W back for her, show her he cared.  He had to do it for both of them.  W was more than just his boss; she was his friend. 

“So help me Buffy.  I’m going to rip that bastard’s head from his bloated body and shove it so far up his arse he’ll be able to eat his lunch from the inside.” 

Spike couldn’t keep still, his jaw working as he paced.  For the first time, she realised that she’d married a predator, a creature that could actually do the things he threatened without blinking.  Oh, she knew he wouldn’t harm an innocent, would only pummel those deserving of pain.  But still…a part of her quailed. 

Of course, that tiny part was subdued by the whole gung-ho ‘my husband’s so hot when he’s threatening to behead somebody with his bare hands’ nympho that now ruled the rest of her body.  He was most definitely distracted; took him all of two minutes to notice her increased pulse rate, the scent of her arousal.   

His eyes when they hit on her were like death-rays.  Blue, focused, smouldering… burning right into her and melting her from the inside.  Oh god, she wanted him.  Right now.  Sane and sensible Buffy, with the sleeping sister-in-law the other side of the door, had left the building and was happily skipping with little fluffy lambs.  Mrs Buffy Blond wanted her man, and her man she was going to have – immediately, if not sooner! 

She turned the tables, stalking him, growling in her throat.  William stood up straight, surprised at her actions.  But then he raised his eyebrow, tilted his head and did the tongue thing.  Oh now she was definitely having him!  Done prowling, she seized his lapels and drew him to her, sliding her hands inside his jacket to find his still naked chest.  Tongue teasing his lips, she bit down drawing blood from his tender flesh.  The rumble that emanated from his throat told her she’d struck pay dirt.  She walked backwards towards their bedroom dragging him by his lapels and with his lip caught between her sharp teeth.  For a vampire, it was foreplay nirvana. 

Buffy’s back met the bedroom door with a thud, her hands fumbling behind her for the door handle.  The lock clicked open and the Blonds tumbled headlong into the room, Spike landing on top of his wife as they fell to the floor, his lip still gripped mercilessly in the vice of her teeth.  He moaned against her, running his tongue along her lip as it met his.  Buffy responded by moaning against him, freeing his lip with a pop.  The bruised flesh throbbed where she’d bitten hard enough to draw blood and he watched, fascinated, as she gathered the droplets clinging to her lips on her moist, pink tongue.  She licked up his blood and he mirrored her actions, eyes focused on her throat as she swallowed. 

“God, Buffy!  You are an evil vixen!  I’m all tense and trying to be focused and you go and pull out the sexy siren card.  Not exactly cricket!” 

“Sorry, baby, if you’d rather not…” she scooted back on her heels, and then jumped to her feet to return to the living room. 

“Not so fast, missy, you follow through on your promises!  If I’m being distracted, I’m being distracted good and proper.  C’mere!” 

He leapt up, gripped her upper arm as she tried to slip past him, the scent of her causing his nostrils to flare in appreciation.   Pushing her back into the room, he kicked the door shut behind him with a Gucci-shod foot.  The jacket soon pooled on the floor to be joined by Buffy’s shirt, the clothing somehow miraculously leaving their bodies despite the fact that they never seemed to leave hold of one another.  The backs of Buffy’s knees hit the bed and she let herself fall to the surface, pulling Spike with her.  Her hands reached between them, eager to breach the final barrier as she fumbled with his fly.  Spike batted her hands away, unzipping both of their pants in short order.  Buffy’s hips raised and she wriggled out of the trousers, blessing the powers that be that her shredded thong had been left on the floor of the Aston Martin.   

Spike toed off his shoes, bouncing to his feet to shimmy out of his trousers before lunging back onto the bed with a throaty growl and covering his wife with his cool body.  He whispered his love in her ear, his breath moving her hair as he made her blush with his suggestions.  One hand moved to caress her cheek, cup her jaw as he flicked his tongue across her lips.  Buffy’s sharp indrawn breath and arched back encouraged him and the hand moved lower, lingering at the pulse point on her neck before sweeping along her collarbone and down to cup one pert breast.  He swallowed her moan, sucking her tongue into the cool cavern of his mouth and nibbling on her lips with exquisite bites.  Her nipple responded, puckering to hardness in an instant.   

Spike abandoned her lips to trail wet kisses along the side of her neck, biting down hard at the juncture with her shoulder.  Buffy shuddered with pleasure.  His bite never failed to thrill her, even a blunt bite that skimmed her skin.  But she desperately wanted more…. 

“Spike…I need you inside me, now, cock and fangs!  Bite me now… please…” 

Buffy’s hands were fluttering along his back, trying to draw him tighter against him.  He was hard and ready, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in her heat.  Her pleas to bite her were electrifying.  It wasn’t the first time – hell, it wouldn’t be the last – but when she begged him to let his demon loose, it just filled him with absolute pleasure that she accepted him for everything he was. 

Buffy felt his face change against her neck, felt his fangs as they grazed her skin where they lengthened.  She moved her head so that he could see the expanse of her skin where she stretched.  The hand at the small of his back urged him to enter her.  He leant up a little; taking in the sight of his golden girl spread out beneath him, open and vulnerable as she offered herself to him without restriction.   

“Buffy!  God, I love you so much!” 

“Well, Big Bad – time to show me.”  She thrust her hips up towards his straining erection, managing to rub her moist curls along the head.  Spike growled, his head dipping towards her neck as his cock pushed past her outer folds.  Buffy gasped, her head thrown back and he struck, his fangs pressing against her flesh before piercing the skin and letting a trickle of blood coat his lapping tongue.  He moved within her, timing his slow thrusts with his suckles at her neck, Buffy wrapping her legs around him and meeting his hips with her own.  The dual penetration, and his slow pace, quickly brought her simmering on the edge of completion.  

This felt different than usual; they were clinging to each other, wrapping each other so close there was no space between their bodies.  Buffy whispered against his shoulder as he increased his pace, telling him how she loved him, could never leave him, begged him to never leave her.  Spike reassured her with his actions, his mouth still busily worshipping her neck.  Her shallow breaths told him she was on the edge and he withdrew his fangs to watch her face as she came.  Her eyelids were fluttering open and closed, mouth open as she panted her pleasure.  One more thrust and she screamed his name, her fingers biting into the globes of his ass where she gripped him.  Spike let go, the muscles of her pussy milking him as he pumped her full of semen.   

He fell against her, tongue laving the punctures and sending tingles through her to her toes.  She nuzzled up against him, one hand stroking his muscled chest as she cuddled into his side. 

“William…did that feel different to you?  Desperate almost?” 

“Know what you mean, kitten.  Couldn’t help thinking what I’d feel like if you’d been taken.  Guess I just wanted to reassure myself you were really here.” 

“I’m here; I’ll always be here.  But poor Tara.  We have to do something.” 

“And we will.  But rest now; it’s been a long day. First thing in the morning we’ll head out.”  Buffy snuggled against him, exhaustion overtaking her as her husband pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

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Cordelia Chase stood to attention as the front door almost banged back off its hinges heralding the arrival of Spike and Buffy Blond.  She quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to be accused of giving the best – and hottest – spy in the business anything approaching a ‘look’.  No, Buffy Blond seemed more than ready to make good her threats and she quite liked her head where it was, thank you – on her shoulders.   

“Chase.  Any news?” Spike Blond barked at her, but finished it off with a wink. 

Gulp. 

“Erm…nothing yet, 00666, but G and the department heads are meeting in Requisitions.  Shall I alert them that you’re on your way?” 

“No need; we’ll sneak up on them, see if they’re on their toes.  Buffy?” 

He breezed past the desk, Cordy’s head spinning as she inhaled his scent of masculinity and expensive cologne.  She licked her lips, leaning forwards instinctively – until she caught sight of Buffy’s stern face.  Suddenly, she found she had elsewhere to be, grabbing a pile of papers and scurrying to the back of the shop. 

Buffy smiled to herself.  This jealous wife bit was fun.  Gripping her husband’s arm they made their way through to the classified section of HQ and down to the quartermaster’s operations room. 

“Scan complete: genus – vampire; ID – Blond, Spike aka William.  Licensed to kill – Agent 00666.  Clearance – level 1.  Enter.” 

“See, baby, I told you hooking up with me would open doors!”   

He swept into the inner sanctum with a grin splitting his face; Buffy rolled her eyes and groaned. 

“May I remind you, 00666, that not only do I have the same clearance as you, but I set up your clearance in the first place – and could just as easily take it away?” 

Spike chuckled.  “Yeah, I know – you’re the boss, you hold the whip hand.  Speaking of which… 

He kissed his wife soundly, grabbing her to him to grind his seemingly permanent erection against her heated mound.  Buffy brought her arms up to clasp him to her, forgetting momentarily that they were in the middle of G’s workshop…and surrounded on all sides by gawking agents. 

“Ahem, Blond, old chap…glad you could make it.” 

Spike opened his eyes, noting Buffy’s blush.  He moved away from her slightly, biting his lip as she giggled. Oh, that giggle – not helping with the current walking difficulties, due to the restriction at his groin. He gestured downwards with his eyes and she glanced down.  Her eyes widened as she noted the ample bulge spoiling the line of his designer trousers.  No way was she going to let everyone know he had the Eighth Wonder of the World in there! 

She turned her back on Blond and he pulled her against him, using her as a shield so that he could pull himself together.  Unfortunately, pulling her against him brought her pert rear into intimate contact with his straining problem.  He groaned, a strangled noise, into her ear. 

This wouldn’t do at all.  A minute went by.  Buffy grinned nervously at the assembly and Spike kept butting at her shoulder with his forehead, battling gamely with his rebellious cock.  But, as usual, any time spent in the vicinity of Buffy’s hot little body gave it a mind of its own and it wasn’t listening to daddy.  Realising that there was only one solution, Spike started to walk backwards, pulling Buffy with him.  Just before the security door closed, Buffy gave a bright smile.  “Be right back!” 

G stared at the closed door, somewhat nonplussed.  He hadn’t a clue what had just happened but he felt a heat flush his cheeks nonetheless.  With Blond it was guaranteed to be risqué, even more so since he’d hooked up with Buffy Summerpenny. 

“Ahem, yes…quite.  Well, don’t just stand about.  You all know your orders.  I’m sure 00666 and Summerpenny…I mean Blond…will be back once they’ve handled the immediate problem.” 

Loud guffaws greeted his announcement and he scurried off to the sanctuary of his corner room to hide his blushes. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

“Well, that was embarrassing…” 

“Erm…yeah, but still he doesn’t do the decent thing and go to sleep… Hey, Captain Picard! – time to stand down” 

“Well if you stopped stroking him, maybe he would!  Buffy!  Have you any idea what you do to me?” 

“Hmm; I think I’m getting the picture.  Shall we see what we can do to ease the situation?” 

Spike’s reply remained mute in his throat as Buffy dropped to her knees and unzipped him, gripping his cock in her fist and flashing him a wicked smile.  His eyes bored into her as she placed a quick kiss on the tip, flicking her tongue across the end to collect the drops of pre-cum that glistened in the stark light of the store cupboard. 

“There, there…so pretty.  All better now?” 

“Not really, Buffy…bit worse to be honest…for god’s sake, woman, have pity!” 

She laughed, a throaty sound that made him shiver to the bone.  God she was sexy!   

All thoughts were eclipsed, however, when her hot mouth enveloped his erection, her sucking and licking driving him to distraction.  He gripped the back of her head with one hand, the other leaning against the door to stop himself crashing to the floor.  Spike began to thrust into her mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head at the pleasure her tongue and lips were giving him.  When she brought her free hand up to cup his balls he was lost, unable to do anything but gurgle her name as he shot his load down her greedy throat. 

He sagged against the wall, Buffy’s head still gripped in one hand as she lapped at his softening cock to collect all of his come.  Sitting back on her heels, she looked at him with adoration as she wiped her mouth drawing every last drop inside.  A stray dribble was licked up and a movement at his groin drew her attention. 

“Oh no, not again…we have work to do.  Down, boy…I mean it, now!” 

Spike closed his eyes, willing himself to forget the sight of her hot, pink tongue darting out to lick at his come as it ran down from her lips.  Aaaargh!  God, think of something else…something horrific… 

Weisswurst. Angelus’ hair. Mr Kiss Kiss Gang Bang.  W.  Tara, broken and afraid. 

He zipped himself up, reaching down to pull his wife to her feet. 

“Better now?” 

“Much; and we do have work to do as you say.  Shall we?” 

She knew that look.  William, her husband, had left the building; 00666 was in charge now.  God help the bad guys. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

“Ah, good, you’re awake.  So glad you could join us.  Can I get you something to drink, a snack maybe?  You know you really should keep your strength up for the forthcoming nuptials.  You’ll need it.  My employer has a reputation for taking his time – plenty of stamina but sadly lacking in technique.  Takes days, apparently.” 

The smug face of the man in front of her was almost as unsettling as the warty features of her prospective husband.  Slimy.  That was what he was.  Well dressed in a rather camp, lounge lizard way, but slimy.  And his accent was familiar…. 

“Do I know you, Mr…?” 

“I don’t believe so; maybe by reputation…” 

He bowed, obviously expecting her to gasp in recognition.  Silence. 

“No doubt the spymaster has heard of the dangerously dashing Ethan Rayne?” 

“Sorry; not that I recall.” 

He blinked, nonplussed.  “But surely….doesn’t Rupert Giles work with you?” 

“Do you mean…G?  You know G?” 

“We go back a long way -- great pals – we shared rooms when we were up at university.  Yes, many’s the time I’d get into a scrape wreaking havoc only to have old Rupes try to rein me in.  I can’t believe he’s never mentioned me…” 

“Sorry.” 

“Oh.  Well, that’s a disappointment.  No matter…he’ll remember me when we meet later.” 

W’s heart leapt in her chest.  G…in danger.  He was her best friend, had been for years.   Hell, she’d even been tempted to take him up on his offers of a date…until she’d realised that if she did, chances are they’d be eyeing up the same waitress.  But she felt cold at the thought of him being attacked. 

“Why G?  You have me… why involve him?” 

“What’s that…do I detect an affaire du coeur?  Oh, this is priceless!  Wonderful!  I’ll be sure to pass on my congratulations as I torture him.” 

“No, I just…he’s a colleague, nothing more.  But you leave him alone.” 

“Oooh, scary - I’m shaking.  Well, well, fancy old Rupes having a young filly to sniff around.  He always was a dark horse.  But…can’t hang about, need to be off and causing mayhem in one hour at…don’t tell me --  I bet you call it HQ, right?” 

W just stared at him, venom building in her eyes. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he gets your message.  I’ll send him your best.  Bye W, don’t wait up!” 

His maniacal laughter faded as he left her chained up in the cavern.  W seethed, wrenching at the manacles in a futile attempt to get loose. But wait…he said an hour.  That meant she must be still in Sunnydale, but where?  Frantically she tried to replay in her mind all the sounds and smells she’d noted since regaining consciousness.  She sobbed in a rare unguarded moment as all she could recall was the stench of her husband-to-be.   

Where was Spike Blond? 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

“Right, so now the giggles have stopped…” Spike shot a look that would freeze mercury at a particularly jovial member of the supplies team who hovered on the verge of hysteria “…what do we have, G?” 

“Not much, Blond.  I have the technicians calibrating all our sensors to seek out a female human, but as we don’t know where to start looking…” 

His answer tailed off.  Spike could see the despair behind his eyes and placed a comforting hand on G’s shoulder. 

G smiled at him, acknowledging the gesture.   

Then all hell let loose, sirens and lights filling the shop floor.   

“Intruder alert, in the Magic Box!  Move it!” 00666 bellowed and everybody remembered their training, scattering to their allotted tasks. 

G grabbed at a clump of seemingly random tubes, the first thing to hand, and followed Blond out to the shop.  He skidded to a halt as he recognised the reason for the palaver.  Ethan Rayne. 

“Rupert, old chap.  Do you have a minute?” 

CUT TO:  the store cupboard, the sound of shelves rattling rhythmically and items crashing to the floor.  A pale hand grips a shelf support, a sharply indrawn breath and a muttered “Bugger!”. 

“Hey, Mr Blond…..if you can’t take the heat….” 

“That a challenge?  Hey, can’t beat Agent…oh…oh…fuck…” 

Giggles, ecstatic cries, sounds of flesh on flesh…. 

Screeches as a sprinkler gushes water all over the heated flesh of the lurkers in the cupboard.   

“Erm, Buffy………not funny….” 

DOO.DOO.DOOOOOOOOOOOOOO; DOO.DOO.DOOOOOOOOOOOOOO; DOO.TE.DOOOO  

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