Keep The Smile On!



Written by: CellarDweller
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Summary: Buffy pretended to be the sexbot to find out what Spike told Glory. Now Spike wants some tender care from his bot...
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Pt. I

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Buffy walked into the crypt and instantly saw Spike. Right where Giles and Xander said they left him. Boy, he did look a mess.

Still, she couldn’t afford pity. She had to know if he told Glory about Dawn. If he did, they needed to bolt. Immediately. Well, there probably was no ‘if’ to it, was there?

Then again…..he looked a mess. That meant he resisted, didn’t it?

No time for thoughts. Play him. She was wearing the outfit of the sex-bot and now she had to act the part. Spike being out of it would help.

She walked up to him and said in her most chipper yet concerned voice, “Spike, you’re all covered in sexy wounds!”

Hm. Sexy wounds? Well, it sounded like something that stupid robot would say.

Spike lifted his head slowly. Man, they worked him over alright. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him in spite of herself. She didn’t wish this on anybody. And Spike…..well, he claimed he loved her. Didn’t faze her much since he most likely just ‘wanted’ her……but still, she didn’t like seeing this. Unless he betrayed Dawn. Then he was dust on the spot.

“Yeh………” Spike mumbled, getting up, slowly. “I feel real sexy.” His voice was low and raspy. “Where you been?”

“I fell down and got confused,” she said, pulling that unnaturally wide grin. “Willow fixed me.” Then, hearing her mistake she tried to distract him by adding “She’s gay.”

But it was too late. Spike frowned. “Will fixed you…..? I thought…..they’d melt you into scrap.”

Yep, he had her there. Guess he does know her and her friends a little by now. Why would they fix the bot and send her back to him? Think! Think fast!

“They were confused too.” Yeah that’s brilliant. Quick, cover it up before he’s onto you. You must have the info and as soon as he knows you’re you, he’ll clam up and lie and whatnot. You can’t risk that! Say something! “Do you want to ravage me now?”

Yeah, good one. Let’s pray he’s too messed up for that! At least it did the job of distracting him from why on earth they would fix her and send her back to him.

Spike almost smiled. “Give us a minute. Got some bones need mending,” he said to her relief.

Phew, that was close. Now for the info…..

“But,” he suddenly said, looking up at her kind of sadly. “I s’pose I could use a little TLC.”

She faltered for a moment. TLC? What’s that mean. She supposed to bind his wounds? Give him backrub? He wasn’t up for sex, so……

Then she saw him nudge his head towards his pants, and she nearly freaked out. She managed to force the fake smile to stay on, but it took all she had. This wasn’t in the plan! And what did he want? A hand job……a blowjob???

Ok answer him, he’s starting to look at you funny. “Sure!” she said, chipper as can be. He smiled and started to try and take off his shirt. When his face turned to painful grimaces he looked at her and said, “Give us a hand, will you luv?” She didn’t move for a second, wondering if he wanted more after all. But she forced herself to stay with it. This was just his shirt. It wouldn’t come to much more if she played it right. She just needed to keep a cool head. She tried to take his shirt over his head but he grunted with more clear pain on his face. “Ah it’s a goner anyway…..just tear it off….”

She forced her fake bot smile and grabbed his shirt where it was torn and ripped it further open. She couldn’t help herself as she saw his muscles. She remembered the bot, saying, “You should see him naked. Really.” She noticed she’d said it with such genuine enthusiasm. All programmed of course, but still. Well, she was right. He looked like some sculpture by a long dead Italian guy. All well-shaped muscles like they were carved out of a piece of marble. He smiled at her as she tossed the remains of the shirt. Then he laid back down again, with some groans and grunts as he lay back on the stone surface, fully expecting her to…….get started?

She stood there not moving for a moment. No way. No way was she going to touch him down there. This was as far as she could go. Guess it was back to the old ‘talk or I’ll stake you’ then.

No! This is about Dawn! And he’s never really responded to ‘talk or stake’ anyway! Money! He’d responded to that! She had none with her. And even then, he’d lie. She wouldn’t know for sure. And she HAD to! And quick! He had to talk, talk to the bot, she had to get him to talk about what happened at Glory’s.

“Uhm, so, what did that Glory want?” she tried, keeping her smile on.

He lifted his head, a little surprised she wasn’t at it yet. “Wuh? C’mon luv, I had a rough day. Be sweet huh? Just like before…….”

She gulped and screamed inside her head. She really couldn’t press him further! If he wasn’t so messed up he probably would’ve made her by now. If she didn’t start doing something, he’d know……Dawn, think of Dawn. Just…..just start taking his pants off….slowly. And keep talking, as long as you’re doing what he wants he won’t be suspicious. Maybe if you move as slow as can be and keep talking, maybe he’ll tell you what you need to know and you can come away with little more than a peek at the unmentionables…….

She suppressed a shudder and a gulp and saw her hands move to his pants. She started to slowly unbuckle his belt while continuing her questions. “So……uh, this Glory, why did you let her hurt you so?”

Spike grunted. “Bl’dy skank……..gonna get hers……”

Buffy cursed inside. At this rate…….she already had the belt and the button open and started unzipping him. He squirmed a little as her one hand rested on his loins while the other dragged the zipper all the way down. She could tell he was already getting hard.

“Yes! Yes, bloody skank. Right, she’s going to get what’s coming to her. Messing with my uh, Spikey,” she forced out of her mouth. Then Spike lifted his hips a little to allow her to drag his jeans down his legs.

She clenched her jaw and did it. Good grief he really did go commando…..she pulled the pants down over his hips and butt and his erection popped up right in front of her face as the edge of the cloth went past it.

Eep!

She couldn’t help but notice he was nicely hung. Not like a pornstar, just a little bigger that average. But firm and good girth. And a little bent. She wondered if that was a vamp thing but then she remembered Angel. Straight as a line.

She shook the thoughts from her mind. Spike was just lying there now with his eyes closed, in anticipation of what she was supposed to start doing now.

“C’mon luv……like before, start with your hands……..”

Okay. Okay. Stay calm. Not as bad as you thought, he could’ve asked for the mouth immediately…..or just for her to climb on…….no, go on. Take it slow. Do what you have to do. Not the first penis you touched, and he’s pretty much helpless anyway.

Her hands went forward and gripped his shaft. Man he was hard. And yeah, decent girth, especially where he bent a little……Spike gave a soft moan.

She started to rub him up and down and his body reacted as a little shudder went through his pelvis. Yeah she knew she was good at this. And Spike WAS a good looking guy. ‘Compact but well muscled.’.

‘Yeah and……virile…..’ she thought as she felt him get harder in her hands as she rubbed and kneaded.

Then she snapped out of it. “Ahem, I mean, so…..why…..I mean that Glory sure is evil……”

Spike just grunted and moaned some more. Great! Here she was with her brilliant plan, jerking him off! And not learning a thing! Her hands continued to work him, as she racked her brain looking for options. She placed one hand on his loins, his penis sticking out at the base of her thumb and index finger, and with her other hand, she started to speed up. If she had to do this anyway, then maybe it was better to get to the ‘end’ faster.

Spike moaned and said, “No, no not too fast……”

Great. A high maintenance vampire with a hard on.

“Use…..use the oil…..” he said.

Oil? He had oil? And she was probably supposed to know where it was. Oh there, at the foot of the casket he was lying on. She forced her smile on again and tripped over there. She picked up the bottle and she gulped a little.

It was special oil. It got warm as you rubbed it on.

And it was cherry-flavored. It had taste. Taste meant……..

‘No WAY,’ she thought. Then she focused again. Get him off with your hands then. It’s not killing you, no one’s here to see it, and afterwards he’ll probably be more talkative. Hopefully.

She turned back to him, his penis still sticking up in the air. ‘Oy, this guy certainly has libido’ the thought. She opened the bottle and poured some oil on him. Then she proceeded to rub it all over the tip and the shaft, before returning to a clear rhythm, top to base.

He squirmed and sighed. As she continued she started to get into the act of it, now that she had decided to take it there, seeing it was impossible to get him to talk before he climaxed. She focused on his reaction and started to squeeze harder, slowly, as she moved. She started to pick up the pace a little again but only a little, while her other hand started to massage his balls.

She didn’t notice how she slowly got more into it, ever since she had opened the bottle with the oil in it.

Spike’s reactions got more and more noticeable, both in sound and movement. Just as she was confident he was near climax, he suddenly gestured and mumbled: “Now, now, come on………..your mouth……please…..” He got up a little and squirmed down to the end of the casket he was lying on, till his legs were hanging off at the knees.

Buffy gulped.

Eep!

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Pt. II

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She couldn’t believe the situation she was in…….

But if there was even the slightest chance he’d talk……..and she’d come so far now. To have done all this and cave now meant it was all for nothing. And Dawn was more important wasn’t she?

Still, part of her mind noticed she should be more disgusted at the whole notion. Maybe it was because she already had crossed a few thresholds……but the whole thing started to look a little sexy. In that naughty, forbidden, inappropriate way. And he WAS all helpless and muscular and sexy. And no one knew………she smiled the smile again and breathed deeply.

Then she walked around to the end of the casket, slowly bent forward between his legs. Her heart beat in her ears as she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in her mouth, her soft shining lips sucking down on the rim. While Spike shuddered, she noticed it DID taste like cherry…….

She moved upwards, her lips sliding over the head to its tip until her mouth was closed again. For a second it looked like she was planting a light kiss shape right on the top. Then she went down again, her mouth opening to receive his dickhead again. She continued this, going a little deeper down every time.
All the while, her hand was still rubbing his shaft up and down, her other hand still kneading his balls, every now and then giving a little squeeze with her nails.

“Ahhh……..oh…..ohh Buffy…….” Spike whispered as he lay with his eyes closed. For a second she freaked, thinking he ‘made’ her. But then she realized……this is what he’d done with the bot. Why he had her built.

So he could pretend it really was her.

The notion it was actually flattering hadn’t really hit her like it did now.

“Ahhhh…….so….good. So much better…..than before…..” he said.

‘Damn straight!’ she thought as her head continued to bop up and down as she sucked and rubbed him. ‘No walking Barbie doll could match THIS thank you very much.’

Her inhibitions about all this had slowly disappeared. What remained of her aversion to all this now only made it seem extra kinky. The forbidden thing to do. The bad evil, sexy vampire…….and she, good little Buffy was sucking him dry! Teach him a thing or two about sucking! She was the Slayer, she could suck an orange through a garden hose. Literally!

She continued like that for another minute or so, when she felt his lower body start to shiver in that way. The funny thing was that the only reason she considered not swallowing, was to watch it squirt out, to see how high it would get! But she was swept up in the moment and took the first big squirt in her mouth, sucking even harder now, gulping his sperm down, one hand pressing down on his loins, the other rubbing his shaft right under the head while he convulsed and made sounds.

She raised herself up, her hands leaning on his thighs. She looked at him, panting, a little, some sperm still on her lips and around her mouth. She realized she was wet. She felt positively soppy down there. Was she nuts? This is not what she came here for.

Spike lay there, still moaning a little. “Man, that……you’re……..so different…….does that….stuff work on you?”

Stuff? Then she remembered the oil! There was something in the oil?? That’s why she was going along with this so well all of a sudden! And she had only smelled it at first, but now she had licked it off his dick! She was a victim of some sex-lust potion thing!!

Then she saw his eyes change a little…….he lay back and looked at her, as she still was leaning on his legs with his sperm on her face…..

“Buffy……” he whispered. The emotion in his voice shook her out of her thoughts.

“My poor Spikey, why did you let her hurt you so?” she managed to say.

His face changed and he lay back again with closed eyes. “She wanted to know who to key was……”

“Did you tell her?”

“Never!” he hissed between his teeth. “Never. She could have ripped me to shreds, but never.”

She looked at him for a second, realizing he meant it. “Why not…….?” she said.

He gave a little scoff, resting his arm over his face, his eyes still closed. “Summers women. Something about them. Little Dawnie…..no. No way. And ‘specially…..if Buffy…..well the other…….not so pleasant Buffy…….something happened to Dawn, it’d kill her. Already lost her mum. Saw her in such pain already. Never again. Not if I can help it. Couldn’t bare to see her like that…….so much pain……never. Bloody skank could do her worst…..”

Buffy stared at him as of a light had just gone on in a room left dark for years. He meant it. He’d suffered that torture for her……to protect her and her sister. And as far as he knew, she wouldn’t even know.

After a moment, she bent forward to caress his face. And suddenly she knew that the urges she felt because of whatever was in that oil, were now tenfold. Sexy AND genuinely wounded on her behalf. She bent deeper and kissed him on the lips. Before he could respond, she was up again, and jumped on top of the casket, and him. He gave a little ‘woof’ as she landed on him. “Take it easy luv, still a wounded man here.”

‘Whatever,’ she thought, and rubbed her hands forward, up to his stomach, caressing his abs, then she drew them back down, scratching him as she went. He shivered again and to her surprise, he got a little hard again. The sight and the thought made her glow inside. And down below. She rubbed her hands up further, all over his torso, teasing, scratching……

’Hey, I can’t help it,’ she thought. ‘Under the spell of that stuff. May as well enjoy it. And……….. he sort of earned it.’

But her next action clearly didn’t have any ‘reward’ for him in mind.

She pushed him back down and started to walk forward on her knees. He looked kind of surprised. She ‘walked’ up until his head was right under her. Then she calmly lifted one knee and shoved his arm under it. Then she did the same to the other side. She looked down, as she sat on her knees with just his face sticking out between her legs, which were pinning his arms now. Then she pulled that stupid skirt up all the way and showed herself to him. His one good eye widened a little. “Uh, I already said I may not be up for…..stuff, pet.”

She smiled that wide smile again and shrugged. Then she grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up a bit while moving her pelvis a little forward, burying his face in her sex. ‘Now, I’m sure he knows what to do,’ she thought to herself.

He did. After an initial hesitation he started to kiss and lick her, his hands grabbing her ass from behind. His tongue worked over her lips and clit, went deep inside and seemed tireless. She moaned and rocked back and forth while she kept a tight grip on his hair, keeping him pressed to herself. She wondered for a moment if he would suffocate but then remembered with a pleasant smile he didn’t need to breathe!

Her wetness was dripping down her inner thighs now in tiny drops. She sighed and breathed and moaned and groaned. Her hips were swirling around now. She released his head with one hand and reached behind her, feeling his cock as hard as before. She squeezed and rubbed it and started to lose herself in the crazy lust of the moment.

Then suddenly he moved and flipped her over. Unprepared as she was, she fell backward, in between his suddenly spread legs. He moved to a sitting position, bending over her. He had gotten rid of his pants that had been hanging off his ankles and bent forward, bruised face and all. For a moment she was too taken aback to realize what was happening but as he laid down on top of her, his body lowering itself between her legs, she caught on!

‘Hey now that’s a little much,’ she thought. But she was as horny as she’d ever been in her life by now. Her opening was slippery and burning and she hesitated.

The part of her that was aware of the situation shook her out of it. ‘No, no, that’s too much’. She struggled to get up but he pushed her back down. Gently but firmly. And she realized she didn’t want to fight. The thought that she should, however added to the kinkiness of the situation.

She struggled a little bit but it was more to feed that feeling. Weak as he was now, he was no match for her anyway. And he’d probably feel the effects of his sudden bout of energy afterwards. But him holding her down…….it had something too….

She felt the tip of his cock against her opening and part of her screamed at the whole notion. Spike. This was Spike! Who had admittedly done a really good thing…..and was in fact really sexy but…..this was Spike! And it was………..

‘Wrong’ she thought as she relaxed and felt him enter her with one deep slow thrust and she gasped for air.

About ten minutes later, as Spike’s rhythm was hard and fast, and Buffy was panting and moaning, clinging to his back, scratching him, drawing blood with her nails and laughing at his wincing, then driving her nails into his butt to spur him on. “Faster, HARDER!” she hissed.

And then, suddenly, he stopped, in mid-thrust.

She looked up at him and they stared in each other’s eyes. And she realized.

He knew.

His one good eye was really spread wide now. The other was almost visible. “Bu…..Buffy……..???” he whispered.

She grabbed his head with both hands pulling him down. She kissed him hard and pulled him away again, but holding his face just in front of hers. She didn’t say anything, just looked at him with an intense look. The message was clear. ‘Don’t break the moment. Or it will be gone!’

He didn’t say anything. But started to move again. Harder and faster and wilder……

Twenty minutes later, Buffy was naked, on all fours as he thrust in her from behind. She almost growled.

Half an hour after that she was straddling him on the bed downstairs, every now and then leaning back, her hands on his thighs.

Then she was on her knees in front of him as he stood there, sucking him again to go another round.

Then Buffy’s hands were leaning on the ground as Spike plunged into her from behind, carrying her by her thighs, her feet up in the air.

Later still he was standing in the middle of the upper room (most of the downstairs wrecked) Buffy’s arms around his neck, her legs around his hips hoisting her up and down. His hands on her butt, supporting her while they ground together.

It was deep in the night by the time all of the crypt was devastated and Spike was laying on the ground, the passion spent, the adrenaline gone and the pain of earlier that day catching up to him now, even though he barely noticed.

Buffy was getting dressed.

“That was…..” he stuttered.

“Better than the bot?” she asked without looking behind.

He looked like an ashamed little boy. “I’m…….I’m sorry…..you weren’t supposed to…”

“Don’t,” she cut him off. “The bot is gone. It was stupid and disgusting.”

“I know that……jus’ figured a fake fantasy Buffy was better than……….”

“I said don’t,” she cut him off again. “It wasn’t even real.”

She paused, turned, and looked at him. “What you did, for Dawn. For me. That was real.”

He looked up at her.

“And I won’t forget it,” she said.

She put on her shoes and started to walk away. Then she faltered and stopped. She looked back at him again. “What happened here……..see it as a reward….I suppose. Be thankful I got that stuff in my system or you wouldn’t have……we’d never have…..”

She swallowed and looked away. “No one knows, no one ever will know. Don’t read anything into it. It was the potion or the oil or whatever it was. Maybe you earned it but don’t ever breathe a word of this to anyone! Remember it all you want, but as far as I’m concerned, this never happened.”

She gave him an emotional look. Slightly confused but firm. Then she said kindly: “Thank you…..for what you did.”

Then she walked out the door. He heard her heels click as she moved further away into the night.

Spike stared at the door for a long time, taking it all in. Still barely believing it. Then he slowly got to his feet, with some painful grimaces and walked over to where the bottle of cherry oil was lying on the floor.

He picked it up and looked at it. He liked the warm glowiness. And it was decent lube. The other, more magical effects….well a robot wouldn’t be affected. He hadn’t even thought of it.

But as for those magical side effects……..all it did was shed some inhibitions, and bring people’s hidden sexual desires to the surface.

It could only release what was already there. It didn’t put a spell on anything.

He looked at the door again where he’d last seen her.

Never again?

He smiled.

He wasn’t so sure of that.



THE END


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