One Good Lay | My Kingdom For A Spikebot by PaganBaby

My Kingdom For A Spikebot
Parts 5-8

Written by: PaganBaby
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Summary: Buffy has the hots for Spike, but can't admit it. She has Warren do her a little favor. This fic takes place during season 5, after the episode 'I Was Made to Love You' and around the time 'Intervention' was set. Joyce did not die at the end of 'IWMTLY' and Spike did not have a Buffybot made.
WARNING: Strong sexual content and adult themes. Pairings are M/F, M/M slash, implied M/M/F, and pseudo-nonconsensual sex.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod. The poem, "My Lady's Presence Makes the Roses Red" is by Henry Constable
A/NThanks to Tiana for the excellent beta-ing!
Feedback: paganbaby73@hotmail.com

Chapter 5

Buffy was still sitting on the couch when she heard the phone start to ring. She jumped off the couch and ran to pick it up. Maybe someone found the Bot...maybe it was the Bot.

"Hello?!" she said anxiously.

"Buff, it's Xander."

"Xander, what's wrong? It's 4 in the morning." She was sure something terrible must have happened.

"Buff...um--I just had an--interesting conversation with Spike..."

"Spike? Where did you see him?"

"At--uh--my apartment--But that's not important! Buffy, are you seeing someone?"

"What? Why?"

"Cause Spike said he's going to kill the guy you're seeing so you'll love him, that's why."

There was silence on her end.

"Buffy?"

"Did he say where he was going?" she panicked.

"No. You are seeing someone, aren't you? Why didn't you tell us?"

"When did he leave?"

"Just a few minutes ago...but--"

"I can't talk now Xander, I have to find Spike!"

She hung up and ran out of the house towards Spike's crypt.

Spikebot walked into the crypt silently. His eyes immediately set on the sleeping form of the real Spike. He walked over carefully, looking around for a piece of wood. Not surprisingly, there wasn't any just laying around.

'I can tear his head off. That works on vampires, too.'

He stopped in front of the sarcophagus and looked down at his twin, taking a few moments to inspect the original Spike.

"I'm sorry, I wish that this wasn't necessary," he whispered, reaching down to wrap his hands around Spike's neck.

Spike opened his bleary eyes in time to see the strange sight of himself attempting to strangle--himself.

"What the f--" he got out before the Bot grasped his neck and started to squeeze.

Spike tried prying the hands off of him with no luck, whoever his attacker was, he was strong, as well as frightfully good-looking. Spike gurgled and fought against the Bot as fiercely as he could.

'The fucker's trying to twist my head off!'

The crypt door slammed open, Buffy stood in the doorway.

"Spike! NO!" she yelled.

The Bot turned his head to look at her, at the same time looseninelp but feel responsible because of that 'My Will Be Done' spell, that had to have been the catalyst. Buffy smiled at her weakly.

"What are you going to do with--him?" Willow asked, looking toward the kitchen, where the Bot was busy cooking something up for them.

"I don't know," Buffy said sadly.

"He has an 'off' switch doesn't he? You could turn him off," Willow said.

"I can't, Willow. I--can't."

"Why not?"

"Do me a favor, you tell him we decided to deactivate him. You'll see why..."

The Bot came in carrying a tray heaped with grilled cheese sandwiches .

"I made these for you, Buffy-luv!" He grinned proudly, setting the tray down on the coffee table. He turned to Willow. "Buffy likes cheese!"

"Yes, she does. Um--Spikebot--we were talking...and we thought that maybe the best thing to do would be to--deactivate you--or a while," Willow said.

Spikebot's eyes went wide with panic, he fell to his knees in front of Willow and clutched at her skirt.

"Please, Willow! Don't deactivate me! Please! I'll do anything you want!" Tears appeared in his eyes.

"Okay! Okay, no deactivating! It was just an idea. It's okay!" She petted his head.

"Really?" he asked, sniffling.

She nodded emphatically. A smile spread across his face.

"Thank you, Willow-pet!" He hugged her around the waist.

"Uh--don't mention it..." She patted his shoulder awkwardly.

"I forgot to bring drinks!" He jumped up. "I'll get you a glass of milk, Buffy, and one for you too, Willow!"

He hurried to the kitchen.

"See what I mean?" Buffy asked her. "He gets all scared and panicky when you say anything about turning him off. I don't have the heart to do it."

"Yeah...the poor thing. He's almost--child-like in some ways..." Willow shook her head. "He sure is a little ball of energy..."

"He's been running around getting me things and doing stuff for me all afternoon," Buffy sighed.

"That must be horrible!" Willow said in mock-shock.

Buffy smiled and punched her lightly on the arm. Spikebot came back in with two tall glasses of milk and handed them to the women.

"You're not eating your sandwiches..." He pouted.

Buffy and Willow each took a sandwich to appease the Bot and took a bite.

"Mmmm!" Willow said, rubbing her stomach. "That's the best grilled cheese I've ever had!"

"Yum," Buffy said tonelessly.

Spikebot beamed at them. "Is there anything else I can do for you fine, foxy ladies?"

"No, Spike...we're good," Buffy said. There was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it, luv!"

He ran out of the room to answer it.

"He isn't much like the actual Spike, is he?" Willow asked.

"No, he isn't." That was the problem. Buffy still wanted the real Spike.

Spikebot threw open the door.

"Xander! And Anya! It is good to see you!" he smiled and motioned for them to enter.

"Hi, Spike," Xander said, blushing.

Xander was relieved when Buffy called him earlier and told him that the situation was under control. Spike wasn't able to whack the guy he was after. He was also relieved that Buffy didn't just stake the blonde vamp. Last night had changed a lot of things for Xander. Spike was now--special--to him.

"Spike, we have to talk," Anya said sternly. "Xander told me what you two got up to last night. He assured me he wasn't gay and still enjoyed heterosexual sex, and he wouldn't leave me for you. So, I'm not angry. But you couldn't even hook up a video camera? It's bad enough I had to miss it, but I couldn't even watch!" she huffed, crossing her arms.

"We could do it again, you could watch this time! Maybe Buffy would like to watch, too."

Spikebot sg his grip enough for Spike to kick him off. The Bot went flying back into a pillar. Buffy ran to him and held him in place against the pillar.

"Don't try to stop me, Buffy! He has to die!" the Bot fumed.

"What the bloody fuck is going on?!" Spike rasped, massaging his throat. "Who the Hell is this guy, and why does he look like me?"

"He's...oh God..." Buffy shut her eyes. <

The humiliation was unbearable.

"I'm hers! You can't have her!" the Bot yelled at Spike.

"He's a...robot," Buffy confessed.

"What? You mean like the one that threw me out that window?"

"Yeah..." she said, not able to look at him.

"I hate you." The Bot scowled at Spike.

"Yeah, well, the feeling is more than mutual, mate. Now, bend over and kiss your metal ass goodbye, cause you're goin' to that big scrap heap in the sky."

Spike started forward, ready to kick some robotic ass.

"Spike! Stop it!" Buffy held a hand up while she held the Bot with the other. "Don't hurt him!"

"Don't hurt him? Did you see what this thing was doing to me when you came in? He was trying to pop my fucking head off like a cork!"

"He doesn't understand!" she yelled.

"She'll love me when I kill you!" the Bot shouted at Spike, then turned to Buffy, softening his expression and voice. "Right, Buffy? You'll love me then?"

He looked pleadingly into her eyes, a hopeful smile on his face.

Tears welled up in her eyes. "I wouldn't be able to love you if you hurt him. I don't want you to hurt him. Please, just come back home with me."

Spikebot looked down, trying to decide what to do.

"Buffy, you had this thing made?" Spike asked slowly. "Why?"

"I can't talk about this now, Spike. I just want to go home."

"Well, too bloody bad! I think I'm entitled to a thorough explanation!" Spike cried.

"You'll take me home? And we can be together?" the Bot asked her, she nodded. "You won't love him anymore?"

"Come home, okay?" She maneuvered the Bot towards the door.

"What are--did it just say that you loved me?" Spike asked.

"Spike, not now!" Buffy pushed the Bot out the door. Spike followed and stood in the doorway, staring after them as Buffy and the Bot moved hurriedly out of the cemetery.

"Damn it, Buffy!" Spike yelled at their backs. He groaned and held his aching head in his hands. His head was thumping from his hangover and his neck hurt like a bitch. He stumbled back into the crypt and dropped down into his chair.

"She had a robot made to look like me? And said robot, just tried to do me in because it doesn't want me to have her...What the fuck is going on? Have to admit...it may be a homicidal robot, but it's a roguishly handsome homicidal robot..."

This incident went straight into the 'Can Only Happen in Sunnydale' file. He groaned and massaged his forehead.

Buffy sat in her living room feeling mortified and wringing her hands together nervously. She had just explained the bizarre and highly embarrassing situation to her best friend. The previous night ranked right up there with the worst in Buffy's life, and that included being killed.

"Wow, Buffy..."

A million questions popped into Willow's mind, but she could see that Buffy was ashamed enough, she didn't need to make her feel worse. She had to try to be understanding and supportive.

"I wish you could have talked to me about this before."

"I know...I just couldn't. I couldn't tell you how I felt about--him."

Willow sat next to her on the couch and put her arm around her.

"Hey, I'm still your friend, right? I'll always be on your side."

Willow was surprised about Buffy's hidden feelings for the real Spike. She couldn't hmiled and leaned in to give Xander a kiss.

Xander stopped him. "Spike!" he whispered harshly. "Not here! Too many questions if they see us."

"Oh, come on Xander!" Anya whispered back. "I want to see you two kiss."

Xander looked at Spike's sensuous lips and licked his own.

"Okay. But you keep watch, warn us if someone is coming."

He didn't want the others to know about this yet. He tilted his head and pressed his lips to Spikebot's, and his cock twitched to life when they thrust their tongues in each other's mouths. Their mind-blowing sex from the night before was fresh in Xander's memory and he couldn't wait to repeat it, with the possible addition of Anya watching or participating. They deepened the kiss. Anya stood transfixed, watching her fiancé and his vampire lover making out, she toyed with the neckline of her shirt and licked her lips. She'd never seen anything so erotic, needless to say, she was too distracted to keep a proper lookout.

Buffy and Willow came around the corner from the living room to see what was going on in the front hall.

"Oh my God! What are you doing?!" Buffy exclaimed, seeing Spikebot and Xander with their tongues down each other's throats.

"Oh my!" Willow put her hand to her mouth.

Xander jumped away from Spikebot, wiping his mouth, looking extremely guilty.

"Uh--Hi guys! And Spike...ewww! Don't you ever try to kiss me again! Yuck!" he lied unconvincingly.

Spikebot was crestfallen. "But Xander...I thought you liked me?"

"Xander, why were you kissing him?" Buffy said, still in shock.

"Ummm..." Xander tried to think of an explanation.

"Buffy-luv, I didn't get a chance to tell you, but I gave Xander lots of orgasms last night," Spikebot said cheerily. "I knew you would want me to please your friend when he asked me to. I can tell you all about it, if you'd like, pet. He was really good."

Xander went into a coughing fit. Anya went over and slapped him on the back.

"What!? Xander?! How could--" Buffy stammered.

"Guys, why don't we move this conversation inside...the neighbors don't need to know all your business." Willow said, gently pushing everyone away from the front door and closing it.

They all walked into the living room in a daze, except for Spikebot, who still had a bright smile on his face.

"I made grilled cheese sandwiches for Buffy," Spikebot said, pointing to the tray stacked with sandwiches. "You can have some too if she doesn't mind."

"Oh, thank you, Spike! I missed lunch." Anya grabbed a sandwich and took a bite. "Mmm, very good."

He grinned.

Buffy wanted to get the Bot out of the room for a few minutes so she could hash it out with Xander.

"Spike, why don't you go...and scrub the bathtub. It's getting a little dirty," Buffy said.

"Anything for you, Buffy!"

He turned and ran up the stairs quick as a flash.

Buffy turned to Xander, who was looking anywhere but at her. "Xander! You had sex with him last night?! So, that's what he was doing at your place..." She narrowed her eyes.

"I--erm--uh--yeah..." Xander mumbled.

"So very many questions come to mind..." Buffy said. "Let's start with: Since when are you gay?"

His head shot up. "I'm not! I'm not gay!" He looked at Willow's disapproving frown. "Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, 'cause there's not..."

"Oh, for goodness sake," Anya let out an exasperated sigh and looked at Buffy. "If you and Spike were seeing each other, it's your fault for not telling anyone else. Xander and I like to get our 'freak on' and I was encouraging him to bring another person into our lovemaking routine. And he chose Spike."

"But he's mine!" Buffy blurted out. "Get your own Bot!"

"Bot?" Xander asked.

"Oh...that's right...you didn't know he was a robot..." Buffy trailed off.

"Huh?!" he said, once again, thoroughly confused. "Like...that robot girl that was looking for Warren?" he asked in a squeaky voice.

Buffy and Willow nodded.

"Spike's a robot?!"

"No...there's a real Spike and a robot Spike...a Spikebot," Buffy said.

"Oh....well...I knew that...of course. I knew it the whole time..." he tried to cover, crossing his legs nonchalantly.

"Uh-huh, sure you did," Willow said sarcastically.

"He--really is a robot? A machine?" Anya asked in disbelief, pointing toward the stairs.

"I know, it's amazing isn't it?" Willow said. "You'd never guess by looking at him. But he doesn't act very much like the real Spike."

"Oh, God..." Xander put his face in his hands. "I had wild, freaky sex with a robot, a male robot...What if he would have--short-circuited or something--during--it? I saw 'Westworld', I know what rampaging robots can do! He could have went crazy and killed me!" Xander panicked.

"Take it easy, Xander," Buffy said. "The only one the Spikebot wants to kill is the real Spike. Otherwise, he's gentle as a lamb. He's jealous..."

"The real Spike is the guy he was talking about killing? And to think I actually tried to talk him out of it..." Xander said regretfully.

"Shut up, Xander! He almost killed Spike before I found them! It's not funny!" Buffy raised her voice to him.

"Whoa, there Buff! I--I didn't really mean it. I'm just--I'm not--I'm sorry..." he said miserably. Anya put an arm around him. "Man, do I ever need a drink."

"It's only 4 o'clock in the afternoon," Willow said.

"Buffy, where did the Spikebot come from?" Anya asked.

Buffy looked away and bit her lip.

"Buffy kind of had him made...a little bit," Willow spoke up for her.

"Why would you do that? Oh! Is it because you secretly wanted Spike but thought he was unattainable so you had an exact replica made for you?" Anya asked astutely.

"Umm--something like that, yeah...." Buffy said, still not able to meet their eyes.

Spikebot bounded back down the stairs.

"I finished the bathtub, Buffy," he said.

"How can you be done already? You just went up there?" Buffy asked.

"I'm very fast and efficient. Would you like to see how well I cleaned it? Maybe--take a bath..." the Bot smiled seductively.

"No...I'll see it later," she said quickly.

Spikebot looked at Xander. "Are you still angry with me, Xander?" he asked with a frown.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a robot?" Xander asked him.

"You didn't ask, luv." Then his expression grew darker. "Did you think I was the other Spike? You did think I was him, didn't you? You don't want me either...I hate the other Spike!"

He turned and ran up the stairs, running into Buffy's room and slamming the door.

"Nice going, Xander! You upset him again!" Buffy got up and went up after the Bot.

"I--I didn't mean to--" he sputtered.

Even though he was weirded out about the whole 'robot thing', Xander still itched to get him back into bed. Robot or vamp or human, it didn't matter when he could fuck like that. And as strange as it was, Xander felt an emotional connection to the Bot.

"Tell him I'm sorry!" Xander yelled after Buffy.

Buffy slipped into her bedroom and closed the door. The Spikebot didn't appear to be here.

"Spikebot? Where are you?"

She heard a shuffling sound come from the closet. She opened the closet door to see him sitting on the floor, hugging his knees.

"Spike?" she said softly, kneeling down outside the closet. "Come on, don't be upset."

"Everyone wants him...no one gives a rat's ass about me," he sniffed, hanging his head.

"Now that's not true. I like you, Willow likes you, Xander really likes you and I'm sure that Anya does too. She liked the grilled cheese you made...Xander said he was sorry he upset you, he--"

"Why did you have Warren make me?" he asked flatly.

"Because...I was lonely. I did want--the other Spike--but I didn't think I could never act on it. So, I had Warren make you for me. I'm so sorry. It was a selfish and terrible thing to do."

Spikebot shook his head. "You should...deactivate me, Buffy."

"What? I thought you didn't want that?"

"I love you, more than anything else in the world. But you'll never love me. Everyone likes the other Spike better...I don't want to exist anymore. I don't deserve to."

He rested his forehead on his knees.

She stroked his hair. "Don't say that." She felt tears in her eyes. "You're a good and sweet and loving being. I couldn't turn you off for good."

Loud voices came from downstairs. Buffy went to the bedroom door and peeked out. The real Spike was talking loudly with the others.

"Where is it? Where is the bloody thing? I'll tear it apart, circuit by circuit!" Spike yelled.

She shut the door again. "Spikebot? Stay here, okay?" He nodded.

Buffy went quickly into the living room with the others.

"Spike, will you lower your voice?"

"He really is very sweet," Willow said.

"He makes delicious grilled cheese sandwiches!" Anya said, still munching.

Spike looked at Xander. "Well? What about you, Whelp? Don't you want to sing Data's praises too?"

Xander turned a few shades of red. "Uh--not at the moment..."

"What's wrong with you?" Spike frowned.

"Erm--Spike!" Buffy said, trying to distract him. Who knew how Spike would react to find out the Bot and Xander--were intimate. "Um..."

"We need to talk, Buffy," he said seriously, stalking toward the kitchen.

Buffy gulped. She was not looking forward to this conversation. Her friends gave her 'Uh-oh' looks. She dragged her feet like she was walking to her own execution until she was in the kitchen with him.

"I don't know what to say..." Buffy looked down.

"I want to know what's going on, Buffy. I want to hear the whole story. You want to start from the beginning?" Spike asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter and crossing his arms.

Chapter 6

Xander used the excuse that he had to use the bathroom to go upstairs to check in on the Spikebot. He hadn't meant to upset him and wanted to apologize.

'This is insane! I feel bad because I hurt my robot lover's feelings!? When did this become my life?'

Xander decided to quit analyzing and just act. He couldn't forget the way Spike--or rather--the Spikebot-- made him feel. The Bot had been an amazing lover, bringing Xander to new heights of pleasure. The Bot was also tender and could be so gentle, it made Xander feel adored and sexy. And Xander wasn't prepared to give that up, especially since Anya was on board with it as long as she could be a part of it.

He opened the door and stuck his head in. Not seeing the Bot, he slipped in and closed the door behind him.

"Hello?"

"Go away," Spikebot's muffled voice came from inside the closet.

Xander walked over and opened the closet door. The Bot was sitting in the same position as when Buffy had last seen him, sitting in the corner, hugging his knees to his chest. He had the saddest, most forlorn expression on his face that Xander had ever seen.

"Hey," Xander said softly, kneeling down. "I wanted to say--how sorry I was for upsetting you."

"Why don't you go find the other Spike too...he's the one you want, not me."

"That's not--look...I did think you were the--other Spike. But what happened last night..." He stood up and blew out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not real good at expressing this kind of stuff...I know that you aren't him now, and I--you're the one who was with me last night. It's you that I'm thinking about, it's you that I--want now. The things you did to me..."

Spikebot looked up at him. "You would choose me over the other Spike?" he asked with a hint of hope.

"Yeah, I would. I like you. Him...not so much. I didn't realize how--attractive I found him until you were him...Did that make sense?" Xander put his face in his hands.

"Thanks, Xander-pet," Spikebot said with a sad smile. "Why can't Buffy prefer me too? I tried...I tried to be what she wanted..."

Xander kneeled back down, after a moment he put his arms around Spikebot, pulling him into a hug, he hated seeing him (or it?) so sad.

Xander drew back slightly, to look into Spikebot's eyes.

'He looks so real! So beautiful...' He leaned in and kissed Spikebot's lips, softly at first.

The intensity started to build, Xander was getting hard as nails as his lips and tongue tangled with the Bot's. He moaned when the Bot cupped his growing erection, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Do you want me now, Xander?" Spikebot nibbled at Xander's earlobe.

"Uhh!--God, yes! Want you!" Xander moaned.

Spikebot smiled and pulled Xander into the closet on top of him. At least Xander wanted him. He enjoyed pleasing Xander. Their hands fumbled at each other's clothes.

Buffy sat at the table in her kitchen, nervously chewing on her thumbnail. She finished telling Spike the account of how the Spikebot came to be, edited of course, for time and sexual content. He hadn't said anything for five minutes. He had his back turned to her.

She couldn't take it anymore. She jumped off the stool.

"Will you say something already?!"

Spike turned around to face her. "What do you want me to say?" he said in a low voice.

"I--I don't know! Just say--something!"

"Do you love me?" he asked quietly.

"I...I feel something for you...I'd like it if--we could--maybe--try..." She wiped at the tabletop. "But if we do, you can't do evil stuff anymore!"

Spike was having a hard time digesting everything. First, there was the rogue Bot who looked exactly like him and tried to kill him, and now Buffy said she was actually willing to give them a shot. He felt like weeping for joy, but didn't want to show any more weakness than necessary in front of her.

"Pet..." he walked over to her, mere inches separated them. "Do you mean it? You'd really consider--you and me?" His eyes sparkled.

She looked up at him, frightened by her feelings for him but knowing that there was no going back to the way it used to be.

"Yes."

He smiled and bent his head down, slowly pressing his lips to hers. They moaned into each other's mouths, deepening the kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other, kissing passionately.

Buffy and Spike came into the living room to join the others, hand in hand. Buffy cleared her throat.

"Um, guys...Spike and I...are together," she said nervously.

"Ok," Willow said.

"That's good." Anya picked up another grilled cheese sandwich. "Can I heat this up?" she asked holding up the sandwich.

"Wow. That's it? You guys aren't going to give me a hard--wait a minute," she said looking around. "Where's Xander?"

"He had to use the bathroom. But...that was a while ago..." Willow said creasing her brow.

"Maybe he went to say he was sorry to the Spikebot. He felt badly about upsetting him--it--whatever." Anya munched. "From what Xander said, the sex was incredible..."

"Sex? What sex?" Spike asked suspiciously.

"Oh, Xander and the Spikebot had hours of sweaty sex last night--" Anya said.

"What!? Bloody fucking hell!" Spike paced around the room, flailing his arms wildly, going on a tirade laced with colorful language.

"Spike!" Buffy interrupted him.

He stopped and looked at her, a horrified expression on his face.

"Will you calm down already? I'm going to see what's going on upstairs."

Buffy started up the stairs, Spike started to follow her. She turned around and pointed at him.

"You stay here. I don't want you and the Bot to start going at each other."

Some extremely naughty thoughts coursed through Buffy's mind. 'Hmm, Spike and the Spikebot-- naked--wrestling...'

She shook her head to clear it of the erotic images. Spike stopped with an annoyed look on his face.

"Fine. But I need to have a little chat with Harris. Tell him to get his flabby ass down here," he huffed petulantly, walking back into the living room and plopping onto the couch.

Buffy continued upstairs and went into her bedroom.

Loud moans and panting assaulted her ears as soon as she opened the door. Xander and Spikebot's legs were sticking out of the closet, intertwined with each other, their pants down around their knees.

"Ewww, Xander! My clothes are in there!!" She covered her eyes, but peeked discreetly between her fingers.

Chapter 7

Everyone was gathered in Buffy's living room. Xander was looking down sheepishly, embarrassed at being caught earlier in the throes of passion with the Bot in Buffy's closet. Anya was ticked off that she missed yet another sexual encounter. Tara and Willow sat together on the couch. Giles stood in the doorway to the living room, massaging his temples. Spike stood next to Giles while Buffy stood in the middle of the room. Spikebot was in the kitchen preparing more snacks for the guests. Everyone was now up to speed on the situation.

"Okay. I know that something has to be done with the Bot--"

"Too bloody right! Incinerate it--or take it apart--I don't care as long as its gone! With my luck, its like the bloody Terminator..." Spike said.

"No, Spike. The Bot is--I can't explain it--but he's a person. It would be like killing an innocent and I won't do that." Buffy crossed her arms over her chest, giving him a 'no arguments' look.

"It's a soddin' machine, Buffy! It doesn't feel anything."

"We don't know that," she said simply. "I've seen genuine emotions from the Bot. I won't let anyone hurt him..."

Spike mumbled a few curse words under his breath.

"The problem is that he's in love with me. He tried to kill Spike to have me to himself. Willow, do you think you can alter Spikebot's programming so he won't--feel the same way about me?"

"Do you have to call it that?" Spike screwed up his face. "Can't you give it another name? Like--John or Percy or--"

"Shush." Buffy held up a finger to silence him.

He pouted and lightly kicked at the wall.

"Willow?"

"Uh--I think I could. I'd have to take a look inside him..." Willow scratched her chin in thought.

"You can do it. I know you can." Tara smiled and put her hand over her girlfriend's.

Willow smiled and gave Tara a peck on the lips. Spikebot came in the room with another tray of food.

"Ooooh! Chips and salsa!" Anya dug into the food, Xander joined her. "Mmm--you're very handy in the kitchen," she said to the Bot with a mouthful of food.

"Thank you, luv. Warren programmed me to cater to Buffy's every whim, including any culinary needs." Spikebot said happily.

The real Spike harrumphed.

"Spikebot, Willow's going to try and change your programming...just so you won't be in love with me anymore. You'll still be you--otherwise," Buffy said. "We'll have to turn you off for a little while--"

Spikebot's face was panic-stricken. "No, please! Don't turn me off!"

Buffy hugged him.

"Shhh, it'll be okay, I promise. We'll turn you right back on as soon as Willow's done."

She touched his face gently.

"Hey! Do you need to get all touchy-feely with it?!" Spike said jealously.

"Spike...cut it out," Buffy said with a sigh.

She could understand his jealousy but she needed to reassure the frightened Bot. She smiled comfortingly at the Bot.

"Do you trust me?"

He looked at her for a moment. "Yes," he said quickly. "I do."

"Then trust me when I say that everything will be alright. Willow can fix your programming, then you'll be good as new."

"But--I don't want to stop loving you," Spikebot said sadly. "You're everything to me, you're my world..."

Everyone except the real Spike thought 'Awww!' Real Spike snorted. Buffy cast a warning glance in his direction.

"It will be even better for you. You're going to have free will. You'll be able to decide who you'd like to be with. Doesn't that sound good?"

He nodded slowly.

"So, you'll let Willow help you?"

"Willow is very smart and good with computers...I trust her too," Spikebot said with less enthusiasm than usual.

"That's right, she is." Buffy patted the Bot's shoulder. "Don't worry, ok?"

"I will try, pet." He looked down.

"Okay, I'm going to need some micro-circuitry tools, my laptop, a cable to hook up to Spikebot..." Willow thought out loud.

"Get what you'll need, Will." Buffy smiled at her friend.

If all went well, she and the real Spike could start their relationship unfettered and the Bot would move on to someone else. She caught Xander winking at Spikebot.

'I guess Xander has dibs...'

A few hours later, the Scoobies were once again gathered in Buffy's living room.

Spikebot stood in front of Willow. Panels were opened on his back and the side of his head, revealing his complicated and intricate circuitry. Willow had a kit of tiny tools made for delicate machinery spread out on the table in front of her.

"Amazing...You're really a marvel of modern science, Spikebot," Willow said shaking her head in awe.

She'd never seen anything nearly as sophisticated as the Bot. Warren may be a bottom-feeder but he was undeniably a genius.

"Thank you, Willow." Spikebot smiled, pleased at the compliment despite his concern about the situation.

"Can you fix his programming, Will?" Buffy sat on the arm of a chair next to the real Spike.

"I think so. Repairing the circuits in the future will be tricky, but only changing the programming shouldn't be too hard." Willow smiled sweetly at Spikebot as she hooked a fiber-optic cable into a port in the side of his head, the other end was connected to her computer.

"I'm--scared," Spikebot said in a small wavering voice. "What if I don't wake up again?"

'Poof!' real Spike thought with disgust.

But he knew better than to chime in again with his feelings on the matter. Buffy had read him the riot act about his comments in front of the Bot. It made him squirm with resentment and jealousy that she was so protective of that walking tin can. A walking tin can that had rocked her world repeatedly...

"It'll be okay. I promise." Willow patted Spikebot's anxious face.

Buffy, Spike, Anya, Xander, Giles, Willow and Tara reconvened in Buffy's living room to see if Willow was successful. Spikebot stood next to Willow's work area, motionless with his eyes closed.

"Did it work?" Buffy said chewing on a thumbnail.

"Let's see," Willow said. "Spike!" she called the Bot's name to reactivate him.

His brilliant blue eyes snapped open, the familiar wide, bright smile appearing on his face almost immediately.

"Spikebot?" Buffy walked over to him. "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine, pet. Thank you for asking!"

"Uh--Do you still--love me?" she asked nervously.

"I like you very much, Buffy, but I don't love you like I once did," Spikebot said.

Buffy blew out the breath she had been holding.

"Thank God! Great job, Wills." She patted her friend on the back.

"Piece o' cake!" Willow smiled, wiping sweat from her brow.

"So, Robbie the Robot won't be moonin' over you anymore? He won't try to do me in again?" Spike asked from the chair.

"Spikebot, do you still want to kill the other Spike?" Buffy asked.

"No. I like him now. He could be my boyfriend too, if he wants to be!" Spikebot said smiling at Spike.

Spike rolled his eyes. "Not bloody likely, mate. And you'd better not try anything. I'm keepin' my eye on you." Spike warned the Bot.

Spike had no interest in having sex with a robotic replica of himself...well, not much interest. The Bot was a handsome devil and had a certain--naive charm...But he wouldn't go near the thing with a ten-foot pole after Harris--defiled it. And, he reminded himself, he had Buffy now. She's all he'd ever need or want for the rest of his unlife.

Spikebot smiled.

Buffy grinned and walked over to Spike, bending down to kiss him softly. To say she was relieved would be an understatement. Now she could be with Spike without a rogue Spikebot trying to kill him in a jealous rage. She was just a bit disappointed that she didn't get to indulge in her two Spikes at the same time fantasy...Oh, that was a gooood one...

Spikebot went to Xander. "I still like you a lot, Xander-pet. Do you still like me? I'd like to have more sex with you."

"Ugh!" the real Spike stuck out his tongue, his handsome face contorted in revulsion.

"Uh--yeah...I still like you--a lot--too." Xander gulped.

The thought of more sex with the Bot was very--stimulating to him. Spikebot leaned into Xander, pressing their lips together.

"Bloody hell!" Giles put his hand over his eyes.

"Took the bloody words right out of my mouth, Rupert!" real Spike yelled. "Stop that! Stop it now before I start to heave! Why do I have to watch this?! Like a bloody train wreck..."

Spikebot pulled away from a glassy-eyed Xander.

"Hey! What about me? Anya stood next to the Bot. "You two aren't leaving me out again. Do you--like me too, Spikebot?" she asked, twirling a strand of her hair around an index finger girlishly.

He smiled. "Yes, Anya, luv. You are beautiful and have an aesthetically pleasing shape."

"Well, thank you! You're so sweet!" she beamed. "That's the nicest thing--" she squeaked when Spikebot suddenly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her hard against him, plastering his mouth over hers.

She "Mmmphed" and waved her arms around, within a few seconds her eyes were rolling up and her hands fluttered over his shoulders. He broke the kiss and pulled back. Anya's legs felt like wet noodles from the brain-melting kiss, and she panted for breath.

"Oh good Lord..." Giles said, wishing he was home with a glass of Scotch in his hand. 'I've got to get a life!' he thought.

"Did you enjoy that?" the Bot purred.

"Uh-huh."

She held onto Spikebot's shoulders to keep from collapsing, staring glassy-eyed at his beautiful mouth. 'If that's what just his kisses make me feel like...' she swooned.

Xander adjusted his position to relieve the sudden tightness in his pants. Seeing Anya and the Spikebot together made him instantly hard. They looked so hot together, and they had a strangely similar lack of tact when it came to vocalizing their thoughts.

'I like to watch too...whaddya know about that?' Xander couldn't wait to get them home for more fun & games.

"Okay!" Xander stood up and clapped his hands together. "Time to get you home! Don't worry, Buff. Ahn and I will take good care of him."

"Bollocks! You mean to tell me that I have to live with the knowledge that Harris and his demon bird are getting it on with my doppleganger, doin' unspeakable things to it, all the time?!" Spike's complexion was looking a little greenish. "It's not bloody right!"

"Spike..." Buffy stroked his face and spoke in soft tones. "Everyone is happy this way. Xander and Anya get a--new friend and we get each other..."

Spike stared at her, losing his train of thought as he looked into her big green eyes. "Yeah...but...I still think that thing belongs on a scrap heap somewhere..."

"Spike, I told you. He'll be able to help with slaying. He's strong and he follows orders...well, he sometimes does..." Buffy said.

"Can we go?" Anya said anxiously, having recovered the powers of speech and mobility.

"Yeah, we got--stuff--to do...Getting the Bot settled into the apartment and all..." Xander hopped out of his seat.

"Here's Spikebot's things," Willow said with a smile, handing Xander a duffel bag that Buffy had packed with a change of clothes, the Bot's recharging unit, his special ointment to keep his synthetic skin soft and supple, a few bottles of fluid he had to drink to keep his inner-workings well oiled and a few of his favorite CD's (including Bette Midler's Greatest Hits). "Let me know if he needs any tweaking, I'll come over and fix him up."

"Thanks, Will. You guys ready?" Xander's voice was shaky with barely contained excitement.

"Oh yeah!" Anya linked one arm through Spikebot's arm and the other around Xander's, they walked quickly out of the house.

"Goodbye, Buffy!" the Bot called.

"Geez. In a hurry, much? See ya!" Buffy rolled her eyes, although she couldn't blame them for wanting to get down to business with the Bot. He was quite--gifted.

"Gah...I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight. Thinkin' about what they're doing..." Spike shook his head.

"Hmm, I'll just have to take your mind off it then. How could I best accomplish that do you think?" She smiled devilishly.

He couldn't help but smile back.

"'ve got a few ideas..." he trailed off, bending his head down to kiss her.

"Well, umm, why don't we head back to the dorm, sweetie?" Tara stood up.

"Yeah, good idea. Let the lovebirds do their thing." Willow giggled. She and Tara joined hands. "See you, guys. Bye Giles!" The witches left.

Giles stood up. "I think I'll be going--as well...We should meet at the shop tomorrow, Buffy. To..."

Spike and Buffy continued kissing and touching each other without acknowledging him, they were clearly in their own little world.

"Right! I'll call you tomorrow." He grabbed his coat and beat a hasty retreat before he saw anything that would make him have to gouge his eyes out.

Later that night...

Spike and Buffy stood in front of her bed, their arms around each other, kissing feverishly as they groped.

"Spike! I want you!" Buffy exclaimed.

She pushed away from him and took off her clothes quickly. He was staring at her as if in a trance, his eyes lit with passion and longing. Her pulse raced. She felt giddy and dizzy with lust as she crawled onto the bed.

She smirked. "Aren't you a little--over-dressed?"

Spike hadn't moved a muscle (well, maybe one muscle) since she'd disrobed. He blinked, coming out of his daze.

"Yeah...sorry, luv." He smiled, trying to recover.

It was difficult to think with Buffy naked in front of him. It was still hard to believe that this was actually happening. He took off his duster and shirt, tossing them on the floor. Buffy sat up straighter, getting even hotter and wetter as she ran her eyes over his beautifully muscled torso, she was anxious to see the rest. He undid his jeans and pushed them down enough for his hard cock to bounce free.

Buffy's face lit up, another flood of wetness rushed between her legs.

'I was right! It's just exactly how I thought it would look only by feeling it through his pants last year! Am I good, or what?!'

She couldn't stifle the giggle that forced its way out of her.

Spike's face fell, humiliation and shock overwhelming him. She had laughed at him. Laughed at him naked. He swiftly tucked himself back in his jeans and zipped up.

"Wha--what are you doing?" she asked in confusion.

"Leaving," Spike said coldly, clenching his jaw.

He went and grabbed his shirt and coat. There was nothing quite as emasculating as having a woman laugh at you while you were naked. He stormed out of her bedroom.

Buffy was stunned into immobility for a second.

"What?! Why?!"

She jumped out of bed and ran downstairs after him, grabbing her bathrobe and pulling it on as she ran. He was just opening the front door when she caught up with him. She threw herself against the door, causing it to slam shut and stood there blocking his way.

"What's wrong with you?" She looked pleadingly into his eyes. "Did I say something wrong?! What did I do?"

Spike's jaw muscles clenched and unclenched, as he struggled not to break down in front of her. His eyes were shiny with tears. He laughed humorlessly.

"Just get out of my bloody way!" he said roughly.

"Spike--What did I do? What happened?" The pain and sadness she could see on his face was killing her. "Please tell me!"

"You laughed," Spike said in a small voice, turning away from her. "You fucking laughed at me. I suppose you equipped that soddin' Bot with mammoth genitalia and I'm a big let down, eh?" he said angrily. "Well, FUCK that!"

He turned to leave out the door in the kitchen.

Buffy spun him around. She felt like a complete idiot. Of course he had misinterpreted her giggling.

"Spike--I swear I wasn't laughing at your--at you!"

"Then what the fuck was so funny?" his voice cracked. "What was so amusing when I was standin' there with my dick swingin' in the breeze?"

"I'm so stupid--I was just--I was feeling all loopy with the lust and it--struck me as funny that I got--your size and shape right..."

"What?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"Umm--when I had the--Bot made, I had to guess-timate what--that part of you looked like. Remember that day we were engaged? Well I got a pretty good idea about--how big you were when I felt--I was proud that I guessed right. I'm so, so sorry that I hurt your feelings. My brain packed its bags and went on vacation. Please, believe me. And may I add that 9 inches is nothing to sneeze or laugh at."

"Okay..." he sniffed. "I got it."

He was relieved, but didn't like the idea of her comparing him to the Spikebot.

"What?" she asked softly, she could see that there was still something bothering him.

"The Bot--it--what kind of stuff did it do--to you?" Spike fidgeted nervously.

"I don't want to talk about the Bot." She put her arms around his neck. "I don't want to talk at all." She kissed his throat.

"I--uh--only ask 'cause--well--it sounded like it was killing you when I--uh--happened to be passing by your house that night..."

"Spike, forget about the Bot. It's you I want. Only you." She smiled.

Spike swallowed. "'M not a machine, Buffy...I'm good--I'm damn good--but what if--you find me-- lacking?"

He looked down at his feet.

Buffy went back to placing kisses to his neck and jaw. She never would have imagined that Spike could be so insecure, it was so cute. Now it was her job, her responsibility, to fluff up his ego. He was her man. She pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes.

"I want you, Spike. There's no way you could disappoint me. The Bot was a substitute for you. I thought I could never have the real you so I took what I could get. But I wasn't happy because it wasn't you. I--love you."

It felt right and wonderful to say it to him.

Spike tilted his head and looked at her for a moment, trying to gauge her sincerity. The truth shone in her eyes. The most beautiful smile Buffy had ever seen spread across his face.

"I love you too, Buffy. But--"

"Uh-uh! No 'buts'!" She grinned wickedly, moving her arms around his waist and squeezing his ass.

He jumped and looked at her in surprise.

"'Cept this one!" she laughed.

He dropped his shirt and coat on the floor and put his arms around her.

"God--you're so bloody beautiful when you laugh!" he breathed. "Just not when my tackle's hangin' out." He winked at her.

Spike leaned down and kissed her lips. She turned his back to the stairs as the kiss increased in intensity. She walked him backwards, not wanting to separate for even a second. They'd only made it up a few steps when Buffy pushed him down on the stairs. Her passion for him was so great that she had to have him right this moment.

"Spike! I need you now! Please!"

She unfastened his jeans and pushed them down to his knees.

"Luv--it's not that--Ahhh--much farther--Oh God!--to your room..." he moaned.

"Can't wait! Want you now!!" she rasped, becoming 'Cave Buffy'.

She kissed him frantically, mauling him with her lips.

"Right, then!"

Spike opened her robe and ran his hands over her bare flesh as she straddled him. She grasped his cock and moved herself over it. They groaned as she sank down on his staff. Buffy whimpered and moaned, beginning to move up and down on him.

"Buffy! Oh--Fuck! So fucking hot!--God!" he cried, putting his hands on her hips, holding them in a vice-like grip.

"YES! Spike! OH GOD YES!" She bounced on his cock faster.

Being inside his Slayer was the most wonderful feeling Spike had ever experienced. But the stairs were putting a damper on their activities.

"Luv--the stairs--Uhhh!--they're diggin' in my--back!"

She paused when what he was saying sunk into her fevered brain.

"Oh. OH! Sorry!"

She squealed when he grasped her ass and stood up, pulling her flush against him. One of his hands went to the banister, the other held onto her backside. He stepped carefully backwards up the stairs. It wasn't easy with his pants around his knees and Buffy groaning while still raising and lowering herself on his cock, but he did the best he could.

"Fuck--Ohh--Buffy!" He stumbled at the top of the stairs and fell onto his back on the landing with Buffy still on top.

"Almost--there!" Spike gasped, referring to her bedroom.

"UHH--OHH--Me tooo!" she cried, referring to her orgasm.

She rode him at a pace normal men wouldn't be able to take without bruises and broken bones. He gave up trying to get to the bedroom and gave into his desire, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her with abandon.

"Spiiiiike!" she shrieked as her orgasm tore through her body like wildfire.

Without missing a beat, Spike flipped them over and drove in and out of her quivering pussy like a man possessed.

"UUNNGGH! SPIKE!" she wailed as the best orgasm of her young life had her spiraling up, higher and higher.

Spike plastered his mouth over hers, swallowing her cries and moans of ecstasy. She dug her nails into his shoulders and scratched down his back, leaving trails of red in their wake. Spike stiffened and groaned loudly, shooting load after load of cum into her depths.

"Buffy--Christ!--Gahh!" Spike slipped into game face and gasped in pleasure.

She put her hands on his face and pulled him down for a kiss, fangs and all. His golden eyes locked with her green eyes, both sets of eyes glazed with passion and love for the other. Buffy gently caressed the bumps and ridges of his vampire visage, trying to demonstrate to him that she accepted and loved this part of him too. She just wasn't very good with words.

My beautiful beast. She smiled.

Spike closed his golden eyes, deeply moved by the gesture. He understood what she was trying to say. He nuzzled into her touch, purring contentedly from deep in his chest. He reminded her of a big cat. A big, gorgeous, sexy and sleek jungle cat.

He brushed his lips over hers.

"Love the purring..." she said grinning. "Very hot."

She ran fingers through his tousled curls. She was dying to find out what his hair looked like 'au natural'. She knew it would look sexy as hell. 'Why didn't I jump him a long time ago again? Oh, that's right! I'm stupid!'

"Mmm--the purring thing--it's involuntary. I only do it when I'm very, very happy." He kissed her sweetly. "Think I'll be doin' that a lot from now on."

"How about we make one more try for the bedroom?" She giggled.

He pulled out of her slowly and stood, pulling his pants up enough to walk without tripping. Buffy grinned and skipped like a little girl into her bedroom, feeling freer and happier than ever before. Sex with the real Spike was even better than she had fantasized. Fucking the Spikebot was awesome, but sex-- making love with the real Spike was even better. They had a bond, a spiritual and emotional connection that went deep. She dived onto her bed.

Spike smirked and followed her, holding up his jeans with one hand. His unneeded breath hitched in his chest when he saw her laying on the bed wearing nothing but a wide smile, waiting for him. She was a vision of loveliness. A golden Goddess sent down from the Heavens just for him. He gazed at her, awestruck. He would gladly worship at her altar for the rest of his existence. Was this one of his many dreams about her? He knew that he would meet the sun the next morning if it turned out that this wasn't real.

"Spike?" Buffy sat up, she was getting concerned by his silence and immobility. "Is something wrong?"

"No, pet." He ambled over to the bed and sat next to her, placing a loving kiss on her lips. "Just waxin' poetic in my head."

He smiled and set about removing his boots and jeans.

"Poetic, eh? Tell me!" She bounced on the bed, intrigued.

Her hands roamed over the smooth skin of his back.

"Nah, it's nothing," he said self-consciously.

"I love poetry! Come on..." she pouted.

Once he was nude, he joined her on the bed, kissing her neck and stroking her side. He hoped to make her forget about the poetry. He felt like a git for letting that slip.

"Spiiiike!" she whined. "Recite me some poetry!"

Spike growled.

"Hmm, I bet you don't even know any good poetry..." she tried using reverse psychology. "You aren't exactly the poetry lovin' type..." she teased.

"Is that so? Are you tryin' to use some of that fancy book learnin' on me?" He tickled her.

"Spike! Stop it!" she laughed and squirmed.

He stopped tickling her and kissed her instead.

"Buffy want poetry!" She stuck out her bottom lip and crossed her arms over her chest.

Spike planted another kiss on her swollen lips, pouring all the love and affection he felt for her into it. When he pulled back, she was panting, reeling from the intensity of it. He ran a hand slowly over her body and began to recite a poem, in a low, resonant voice that sent shivers up and down Buffy's spine:

"My lady's presence makes the roses red, Because to see her lips they blush for shame. The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became, And her white hands in them this envy bred. The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread, Because the sun's and her power is the same. The violet of purple colour came."

Buffy sighed and stared into his eyes, dissolving into a puddle of goo. His voice caressing and gliding over her body as surely as his hands were.

He continued:

"Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed. In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take; From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed; The living heat which her eyebeams doth make Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed. The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers, Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers."

"Oh, Spike...that was--so beautiful..." She drew in a shaky breath, she was hot and wet and aching for him again. "Why didn't you ever tell me--"

"We were enemies before, pet. You would've laughed at me and maybe punched me in the nose. You always went for the nose." He chuckled.

She leaned up and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Sorry, nose. Does Mr. Nose forgive, me?" she said in a funny voice, giggling.

"If you keep talkin' like that I really am leavin'," he said with mock-seriousness.

They laughed lightheartedly and cuddled against each other.

It wasn't long before their passion re-ignited. They made love through the night, raising each other to new heights of pleasure.

Chapter 8

The ringing of the phone on her nightstand woke Buffy from her slumber. She mumbled and reached over to pick up the receiver. She looked at the clock, it read 10:06 AM.

"Hello?" she said sleepily.

"Hi, honey. It's Mom," Joyce said.

"Mom? Is everything ok?" Buffy came instantly awake and sat up.

"Everything's fine! I'm just checking to see how you're doing."

"Oh." She relaxed. "I'm doing great."

She looked at Spike's sleeping form next to her with a saucy smile. He was so unbelievably gorgeous. His long, thick eyelashes, his adorable, spiky bed hair, the faint smile on his lips even while he was asleep, all of it made her heart expand and soar. He was hers, and she was his. No one ever 'got' her like he did. He loved her warts and all (figuratively speaking), the bad and the good. She knew that he loved her without conditions.

"I was thinking of coming home soon," Joyce said.

"Mom, I told you, I don't want you and Dawn to be in danger."

"Honey...I know how you feel--but Sunnydale is my home. I miss you. I miss my house. I miss my own bed! And it's not in our blood to run and hide. We Summers women are tough as nails. We don't run, we fight."

"That's true..." Buffy admitted.

Spike opened his eyes and stretched, after a wide yawn, he smiled happily at her and gave her a soft kiss on the bicep. She grinned and cupped his face in her hand, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb.

"Good Morning," she mouthed to him.

"The best morning," he mouthed back.

"So, Dawnie and I will be coming back in a few days. Whatever happens, I want us all to be together," Joyce said, her mind was made up.

"Okay. But I still would rather have you out of harm's way."

Spike interlaced his fingers with hers and brought her hand to his mouth, placing a chaste kiss on the back of it.

"Don't worry. We'll get through this, Buffy. We're stronger together than we are apart," Joyce said.

"Yeah," Buffy agreed with a smile, looking into Spike's eyes. "We are stronger together."

"I love you, Buffy," Joyce said.

"I love you too. Call me when you find out what flight you'll be on."

"'Kay, honey. Bye."

"Bye, Mom."

She hung up the phone and immediately dived into her lover's arms, kissing him soundly.

"Mornin', luv. I could get used to this." He smiled, stroking her back. "Your Mum and Bite Size coming home?"

"Yeah...I'm worried about them, Spike. What if I can't protect them?"

"You will--we will." He kissed her forehead. "Nobody's gonna get near Joyce or Dawn while I still draw breath--um--you know what I mean."

She smiled and nuzzled his neck.

"I really do love you, you know."

Buffy knew he was deadly serious about protecting her family with his life. It made her feel warm inside and not as alone in her sacred duty anymore. She had a partner who would be with her until the bitter end. She could count on him.

"I know, pet." Spike smiled euphorically and hugged Buffy against him, placing a kiss to her temple. "I know."

THE END

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