Switched
 


Written by: Heather Sinclair

Summary: What would happen if Buffy and Spike switched bodies? Spoilers up through "Wrecked"
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss W., Mutant Enemy, 20th Cen. Fox, Yadda...
Author's Notes: Didn't know if this was still in que or it got lost in the shuffle, plus I have the ending of Switched Again finished, and thought people might need a reminder. It will be posted after this. Thanks
Feedback: Doctor, just tap into that vein and let her rip" Life's Blood Yanno Viceverza@hotmail.com




Chapter 1

~*~ Restfield Cemetery ~*~

"Spike, What did you do?" I stood there staring at myself, me, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Except I wasn't me anymore. I was him, Spike.

"Nothing, I swear." He looked down at himself...uh...herself. "Oh bloody hell!"

"Nothing!" I almost screamed. "And I quote: "Maybe you ought to spend a day in my shoes once in a while.'"

~*~ Summers' Home ~*~

"What's the use of having a witch around if they can't perform spells?" The British accent looked strange coming from my mouth, her mouth...UGGGGH. Pronoun usage is really going to be a problem. I guess he will be a she and I will be a he...for now, that is.

"Because, Willow promised not do any spells and I won't have her break her word just because it's an inconvenience to me." I replied.

"But..."

"No buts, Spike. It's like a drug to her. She means too much to me to risk a relapse." I explained.

She sat down on the couch and propped her feet up. "Fine, jus' don't come runnin' to me when it's feedin' time."

Oh no, that thought hadn't occurred to me. "Willow!"

I heard a loud thump from upstairs and the padding of little Willow feet running down the stairs.

"Spike, what's wrong. Is it Buffy?" Then she saw my body leaning back on the couch.

" 'ello Red. How's tricks." Spike guffawed.

"Buffy," Willow said warily, "how come you have an accent?"

I cut off Spike before he could do even more damage. "Willow, that's not Buffy...it's Spike...I'm Buffy."

The redhead acquired a deer-in-the-headlights look to her face. "I didn't do anything. I've been in my room all day watching T.V."

I put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It wasn't you it was Spike."

Now she looked even more confused. "Why would Spike want to be you..."

I cut her off. "He didn't. He made an off the wall comment that I should spend time in his shoes and poof..."

"Poof?" She asked.

"Poof." I confirmed.

"Poof as in magical cloud of smoke poof or poof as in..."

"Willow!" I exclaimed in exasperation. "Can you help us?"

She started to think out loud. "Well, if it's a demon playing a trick on you then I'm sure I would be able to undo it, but I've never heard of a body swap demon. Now on the other hand if it was a wish spell then we might have a problem, but... do you remember the exact words Spike used?"

This was easy. "He said that maybe I ought to spend some time in his shoes once in a while."

Willow's brow furrowed. "Then it probably isn't a wish spell. If it was then you would just be wearing his shoes not his body. Wish spells are kinda 'word perfect'... you get what you ask for, no more no less."

She seemed to get another idea. "Maybe you inadvertently called forth a manipulation demon." She saw the look on my face. "Yanno, like Anya. She was a vengeance demon that would be called if a woman was scorned by her lover . She would grant the scorned woman her wish for vengeance."

I got it.

Then she continued. "What were you doing right before it happened?"

That was a question that I really didn't want to answer. See, the problem was my sex drive got the better of me again and of course Spike happened to be around and was really ticking me off, which resulted in a fight, which of course ended up with me throwing him on the ground and having my way with him. Violence and sex were starting to become a problem with me lately.

Then the inevitable argument came up afterwards.

~*~ Earlier ~*~

"Get away from me, Spike."

He trailed behind me trying to keep up.

"What, you just dropped by for a little rough and tumble and now you are off, pretending that it didn't happen?" He spat.

"I don't know what you are talking about." I replied.

He grabbed my arm, effectively stopping me and spinning me around.

"You just can't pretend that didn't happen." He gasped.

I gave him my resolve face. "Pretend what didn't happen?"

I heard the low growl in his throat.

"You can't keep doing this to me, Slayer. It's not right."

I almost laughed. "Not right? You rape, kill, and pillage your way across Europe for a hundred and fifty years and you have the gall to tell me what's right?"

"I never raped." He said defensively.

"Wha?" I stated in amazement.

"Don't look so surprised, Slayer. I did what I did out of need. I needed blood, and I needed a way to live my life, but I never gave it to a girl that wasn't askin' for it. "

I was speechless. "You insufferable ass. You think that makes a difference. You are going to stand here and tell me you didn't get any pleasure from sucking the life out of anyone who got in your way?" I countered.

He smirked. "Well, I didn't say I didn't enjoy it, now did I?"

I huffed and turned around to leave. "You don't understand Spike, I don't love you and I will never love you. You are just a piece..."

He finished my sentence for me. "Just a piece a ass?"

I didn't say anything and continued on my way.

"It's not right, Slayer and you know it. You don't know what it is like being a vampire. You don't know what it is like to love your mortal enemy and not have her return that love. You don't know what it's like to taste that love, time after time and not be able to express your true feelings"

I heard him stop and I also heard him mutter under his breath. "Don't come back my way when you get that itch again you self-centered bitch. You might find yourself on the business end of my fangs."

I spun around with my stake raised.

"You want to do this now or later?"

He took a step back.

"Look, luv. Alls I'm saying is you don't know what it's like. Maybe you ought to spend a day in my shoes once in a while."

~*~ Summers' Home ~*~

I know she doesn't want to spill the beans. Lettin' her little Scooby gang in on our goings on doesn't rate high on her priority list, so I'll be the man, so to speak.

"We had an argument." I offered.

The slayer's voice really doesn't sound right comin' out of my thoughts. Not to mention all of this breathing and blood pumping business.

I saw her staring at me with my own eyes. I guess I should call her, him now. It was kinda unnerving. I haven't seen myself in almost a hundred and fifty years. I really make quite the dashing rogue with the blonde hair and leather duster. That scar above my left eye is just the right touch to complete the bad boy image. Hold on a minute, where did that scar come from?

Willow snapped me out of thought. "That ought to do it."

Then she continued. "It will give me a starting point. I'll need to do a little research."

"Thanks Wills." My old body said.

Then Willow pointed back and forth to each of us. "In the meantime I would suggest that you two be nice to each other."


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Willow left Spike and I alone at the house and headed to the Magic Box for some books. I made a beeline to the kitchen for a glass of water. All of this mess has made me really thirsty.

Taking a bottle out of the fridge I opened it and brought it to my mouth. Then I turned around and spit out the contents into the sink.

"Uuuugh."

I looked at the bottle to see what was floating in it. Nothing, just regular bottled water.

"Tastes like shit, dunnit." Came my body's voice from behind me. "Forget somethin', luv?"

Oh no, it's blood that I am thirsting for! The look on her face confirmed it.

Spike continued. "I haven't fed in quite a while. I know how much you hate the taste of blood on my mouth." She smirked.

Drinking blood is something that I am really not prepared to do. "I can't...I..."

"Be a blood sucking fiend?" She quipped.

The look on my face must have been priceless.

"Listen luv," she held me by my hand, "I won't think any less of you."

Then she laughed. "Oh, this is too much. The high and mighty Slayer haven' 'ta lower herself to sip a couple pints of that nasty blood."

I pushed past her and headed to my room. But I heard her right behind me following in my footsteps.

"Go away!" I almost screamed.

"Hey, this is my house now, Slayer." She insisted. "Your crypt's right down the road."

I ignored him and took the stairs two at a time. I entered my room and slammed the door behind me locking, Spike out.

"Aw, come on now, pet. Don't be like that. I was just havin' a bit of fun. Buffy?"

I couldn't take much more. My bed was warm and inviting; my pillow eagerly awaiting more tears on top of the ones I have added every night since my return from the grave.

I don't know how long I was crying until I heard the breaking of my door handle.

"Get out!" I finally screamed.

She entered. "Buffy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. It's just ... you aggravate the hell out of me so much that it just comes flyin' out of my mouth."

She sat on my bed as I tried to wipe away the tears of anger. She attempted to hold me and I tried to push away.

"Come on now." She said in exasperation. "You don't have to be all invincible Buffy round the clock. Let down your bloody armor once in a while."

So I did. I looked at her. The pain in the back of my throat from trying not to cry had built up to choking proportions. I let go with a sob that almost startled her and I planted my face into the crook of her neck where she rocked me back and forth.

"There now, luv. Let it out." She spoke softly.

That is when I smelled her. The vanilla scent I had put on before I went out on patrol was unbelievably strong. It was making me feel quite different, and that seemed to present itself in two ways. I felt my canine teeth lengthening. I knew I was in game face, that was bad. What was worse was the movement in my pants, more specifically in the area of the crotch. Something there was making it's presence known. I had to get out of here and away from her, now!


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Chapter 2


~*~ Buffy's Bedroom - A few moments earlier ~*~

"There now, luv. Let it out." I spoke softly.

I felt daft, watching myself cry... watching him cry, so I pulled him into my arms and rocked him for a bit. Then I felt him stiffen. Come on Spike. He's thirsty and you have him right at your neck. That would just beat all. Me bein' killed by a vampire. I don't thing Mr. Webster ever had the true meaning of 'ironic' down.

That was when he leaped from the bed, and dashed for the bathroom.

"Buffy are you alright." I asked after her.

A muted voice came from the other side of the door. "Spike I think you better leave. I don't think it's safe."

I smiled to myself. "Buffy I think everyone is safe. Remember the chip. You can't harm humans."

The muted voice came back. "Don't you remember, Spike. That body isn't exactly human anymore." And then right after a very muted whisper. "Dammit, go down."

She probably couldn't get the forehead ridges down.

"You just have to concentrate a bit, luv."

"Huh?" A startled gasp responded.

"It's all about controlling your emotions. If you let yourself get too excited you'll never get rid of it." I explained.

"Spike... I really don't think..."

I interrupted. "Buffy, would you just once, please trust me. I think I know what I am talking about in this case."

He needed blood and he needed it now. If I can just get him downstairs to the fridge.

"All you have to do, pet is give in to your natural instincts. Your body needs a little satisfaction. Let me help you." I pleaded.

"I don't think so, Spike." Came her answer.

I was getting frustrated. "Bloody hell, Slayer. Get out of the bathroom and we'll get a little sucking done then you'll feel much better, right?"

Her response was a bit delayed as he groaned. "You aren't making this any easier. It's just getting harder."

Harder? That doesn't make any sense? The ridges are only one... oh... Oh!

"Uh... Buffy... you stay right there I have and idea."

I rushed out of the room with my face and ears burning. Once I got to the fridge I retrieved a bottle of pigs blood and poured a mug full to nuke. What the hell was I thinking. I must have inherited her lack of common sense with this body. He's standing up there in that bathroom right now staring at... well... it.

I know from experience that 'it' isn't going anywhere unless 'it' is satisfied, one way or another. Once the electronic bell dinged I retrieved the mug and raced up the stairs.

"Buffy, open the door I have something for you...uh...I mean I have something for you to drink." I stammered.

The door cracked open and his hand shot out to grab the mug. He pulled it back in to the safety of the bathroom and closed the door. Seconds later I heard sipping sounds. Then nothing.

I knew what he was feeling right now. Ecstasy.

"Good, ididnit." I commented. "Now turn the shower on nice and cold and get in."

He seemed to be following my instructions. This might take a minute. I decided to rest on the bed.

It wasn't long before I was thinking about what had triggered his 'reaction' and that got me thinking about the romp we had just an hour before. Now that was what I called good sex. She had come into my crypt and started an argument just for the sake of starting one. Things led to things and soon we were lying on the floor with her straddling me.

Is it getting hot in here?

She had ripped open my shirt. Her head bent down and bit my chest, just short of drawing blood. God, how that girl made me hard as a rock. Just feeling her on top of ... wait a minute. At that moment I felt everything in my body go low and tight. My nipples started to get very sensitive and hard.

"What the hell?"

My hands moved up to the small mounds atop my chest. Just the slightest pressure sent a wave of pleasure down to my crotch that made me gasp. Oh, this is the good stuff. I heard the shower turn off in the bathroom. Damn, he's gonna be out here in a minute. I tried to get the thoughts of that feeling out of my head, but he was too fast for me. The bathroom door opened slowly.

He stepped out wearing nothing but a bathrobe. I glanced down. Well I guess the hardness problem is solved.

"What are you doing?" He asked accusingly.

It wasn't until then that I noticed I was still feeling myself up.

"Uh...nothing'." I said as I snapped my hands to my sides.

"You were touching my breasts!"

"No I wasn't." I countered.

"Yes you were."

I was busted and I knew there was no way out. "Well, they aren't exactly yours right now, are they."

"Spike, you can't just..."

I noticed it the same time he did... the tent in the robe that was reappearing. His hands moved to cover, but it was too late. At the same time I felt something I had never felt before, my crotch was getting a bit wet.

He turned to go back into the bathroom.

"Buffy, wait."

I was up for a bit of adventure, so I tried. "Aren't you wondering?"

That made him pause, but only for a second.

"No."

I was off the bed in a second and stopping him from closing the door. "Wait."


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She was right I was wondering...wondering in a big way, but she didn't have to know that. I had to get away and close this door fast. Her scent assaulted me. Not just the vanilla this time but the musk of her sex. She was hot for me as well.

That made me pause long enough for her to force open the door.

We were standing mere inches from one another. Sex was radiating from both of us. It was electrifying the air. I was loosing all semblance of self control when she grabbed me and pulled me down onto her waiting mouth. That was all it took to knock down the wall of self imposed abstinence while I was stuck in this male body.

The semi erect thing between my legs sprang to full life and was poking its way toward my prey. My prey? Who is kidding whom? We are each other's prey. We always have been.

I felt her hands moving from my chest downwards. One moved to my ass and the other to my... my cock. Oh sweet lord that feels good. Her hand massaged it every so slightly. Then she pulled me forward by the root, to the bed. When we finally got there I started to lean forward. She broke the kiss and pushed me back, ever so slightly.

"Not yet, pet. I want you to enjoy this." She whispered into my ear.

I felt her hot mouth linger on my ear for a fraction of a second then move to my neck with a sharp bite. She slid down my body laying soft kisses in her wake until she was sitting on the bed facing...

"No, Spike."

I knew what he was going to do. I had never done that before, not with any of my lovers. But she didn't give me a chance to pull back before her mouth surrounded me. Right then I was lost.


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I knew she had never allowed herself to be this depraved. To actually suck on a man's, much less a vampire's, hard cock was a bit beneath the Slayer's ideal for herself. So I did it anyway. I slipped the head just past my wet lips and tongued around it. The reaction I received from him was to be expected. He froze.


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I think my brain just lost all sense of reason. The only thing that existed was her hot mouth, and what she was doing with it. I seemed to feel every little nuance of her tongue. Every little sucking motion, every little movement of her lips and she descended further down the shaft. I was frozen in place, trying to experience everything that she was giving me.

Her hands moved from the shaft to the rock hard cheeks of my ass, pulling me further into the heaven of her scalding mouth.


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I didn't know if I could do it, but I was going to try. I pulled him in as far as he would go. Feeling the head of his cock at the back of mouth caused a brief moment of panicked choking which I overcame almost instantly. Apparently the body of a Slayer is adaptive to almost everything, even deep throating a well hung vampire. Those powers-that-be thought of everything.

Once I had the full length of him down my throat I swallowed and swallowed, allowing my throat muscles to do their job, but I couldn't keep this up forever.


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Oh my god what is that she is doing. It feels sooooo good. Good enough to....uh....uhnnnn...oh yeah...good enough to...

"AAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhh. Yesssssssssssss."


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Torrents of fluid spent themselves into my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, causing more throat contractions in turn causing more violent jerking deeper into my mouth. Air was becoming an issue. Damn this human body. So, I eased him out, using my tongue to play along the length as I did.

Once he was fully out I eased back up his chest and pulled him down on top of me to the bed. He started showering me with soft kisses.

"God, Spike, that was sooo good."

I was pleased with my efforts, but something else was letting me know I wasn't done just yet. It was poking at between my thighs, so I opened them, invitingly and guiding him into me.

"Ughnnnn." He whispered. "Sooo hot."

I know what he means. I was so wet that I took the entire length of him in all at once and it was ice cold. I had never felt anything like this in all of my one hundred and forty seven years of existence. It was cold and hard, hot and wonderful all at the same time. So much so that I swung my legs around his waist and tried to pull him deeper into me.

My ankles locked behind the small of his back, my ass lifted off of the bed, and I pulled. It felt like he was just touching the core of my being, stuffing me with every bit he had, making me feel, for the first time in eons.

We stayed like that for an untold amount of time, just savoring the feel of the moment. Then I eased him back out, relaxing the vise grip I had on his length. Easing him almost all of the way out then slamming him back in. This was heaven.


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I couldn't believe how hot she was. My cock was enveloped by her soft wet folds. She grasped me with muscles that just shouldn't have been there. Milking me with every ounce of strength that she had, and I relished every moment of it.

But I had to take control. After all I am the man now, and the man needs to be in control.

I pulled out in one swift motion and heard her moan her disapproval. I lifted up on the bed and starred down at her. She was still wearing all of her clothes and I decided that wasn't right. With deft movements I tore her midriff shirt from her body and pulled the short skirt down in seconds.

She smiled at me as I scanned her perfectly tanned body. It made me all the more excited. Then I grabbed her ankles. She thought I was going to go back down on her and she started to spread her legs, but I had other ideas. I crossed her ankles and pulled, forcing her on to her stomach.

I had to make this fast or I might get a complaint. I braced her feet against my thighs and grabbed her hips, pulling her roughly onto her hands and knees. A half a second later I was back into her hot wetness from behind. She threw her head back and screamed.

Now this was more of what I liked. She reasserted herself and slammed her hips back against me, and that was all that I needed. I pistoned into her back and forth for what seemed like hours.


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Even I was starting to feel a bit depraved. Letting him take me like this was very submissive of me, and I wasn't the submissive type. But, hell, if it felt this good, who cares. I just let go and returned his desire with some of my own.

Sweat was dripping from my brow as he continued his relentless pounding between my legs, but I didn't care. I needed every inch he was willing to give and then some. I was sooo close to orgasm that I was clutching the bed sheets and tearing them with anticipation.


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Just a few more strokes. I almost have her there. I have to hold out until then. Then an idea struck me. I reached underneath between her legs and felt for her little nubbin. Ahh, there it is, and just as I found it I stroked it once...twice... third times a charm. I felt her clamp down on my cock and I was locked in place listening to her scream. Then I joined her with my own.


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Christ all mighty but that was good. It was than that I heard the bedroom door creak open. Both of our heads whipped around to see Willow standing there, mouth agape.

"I...I...uh...I told you to be nice to each other...not..." She stammered.

Her face was redder than her hair when she finally turn and ran downstairs.

Then we both uttered. "Bloody hell."


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Chapter 3


We were still in the same position as we ended, with me on all fours and him still deep in me. I was reluctant to let go, being I was ready for round two. But I knew the Slayer had to tend to her mate. So, I let her dismount. I must have been more tired than I thought, because I just slid down to the waiting pillow and closed my eyes, relishing the warm tingly feeling of just shagging the shag of all shags.

I heard Buffy looking for his pants in the bathroom and upon finding them making haste out of the bedroom.

I had just enough energy to comment.

"So you're going, then? Bloody men, take advantage of a poor defenseless girl then out the door for the next conquest."


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I pulled the t-shirt on as I quick-stepped down the stairs. Willow was sitting on the couch trying unsuccessfully to turn on the T.V.

"Wil, I..."

She held up her hand. "What you and Buffy...uh... Spike do behind closed doors is none of my business."

I tried to curl up on the couch next to her but me being in Spike's body made that somewhat awkward, so I settled with sitting next to her.

"Wil, you are my best friend. Of course it's your business."

She smiled softly. "Okay then...Spike?"

I knew what she was asking and it wasn't who I was. It was more "Why are you doing the Rin Tin Tin with Spike?"

I raised my shoulders. I couldn't explain it myself much less explain it to someone else.

"How long?" She asked.

"About two weeks, but only a couple of times." As if that was going to make it any better.

She looked back at the still dormant T.V. "I guess I can understand the Bad Boy attraction, but Spike?"

Then it finally came to me. "He makes me 'feel' when I'm around him. I haven't felt anything since I've been back. He makes me feel anger, rage, disgust, but he also makes me feel passion. He's the only thing that has made me feel like I'm alive again, however weird that is."

"But Buffy, is it love?" She asked sincerely.

I hadn't really thought of that. "I don't know. I'm really confused, Wil."

She saw that I was hurting and decided to ease up the tension a bit.

"So?" She asked with a smile. "So?" What? "How is he...details." Then she amended her statement. "Not details, but... You know what I mean." I nodded. "Well, he is probably the most...talented of my boyfriends, but since we did the body switch thing. I..." She looked on expectantly. "I...uh..." The she came to my rescue. "It sounded like the end all beat all from what I heard." Can vampires blush? I just smiled. "I think it was." Then she continued. "I don't think I have ever heard you scream like that, Buffy." "Well, technically it wasn't me, it was Spike." She laughed. "I think I know a man's scream when I hear it." I put my face in my hands. "I'm going to go lock myself in a nunnery, now." "I think they might frown on that. You being a man and all, not to mention the whole vampire thing." I had almost forgotten. "Did you find out how to undo it?" She nodded. " I have a lead. I'm just waiting for an email from a friend I have online. Although I don't think we should have a problem. From what Spike said I don't think the spell is permanent. The quote was spend a day in my shoes "once in a while." If it's a spell then this might only be a one time occurrence or at the most an every so often thing. My guess is that by tomorrow morning you and Spike will have shifted back your own bodies." Then a thought came to me. "I better get back upstairs. There is no telling what he is doing with my body, up there."


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"Bollocks, how does she do this thing up anyway." I cursed. "A gal's got to have three hands just to dress." "Clasp it in the front and turn it around." Came my male voice from the doorway. "What's that?" I replied. He came over to me and took the lacy brassiere from my hands and wrapped it around my back. "You do up the clasp in the front and turn it around like this. Then put your arms through these straps." I tried to salvage what was left of my dignity. "I know where my arms go. I'm not daft." He gave me the eye. "No, but you've never been a girl before, have you?" I ignored him. And headed to the closet. "Going somewhere?" He asked me. I sifted through mounds of clothes. "You never really got to patrolling tonight, luv. Thought I'd give it a go in this new body." I found a couple of things that I liked. I slipped on the black leather miniskirt when he approached me. "I take it you are going for the streetwalker look." He commented. "I ain't done yet, Slayer." I threw back. Next came the red tank and black knee length leather coat. It's not the duster, but I would be tripping on that thing all night if I tried to wear it. I went to her top dresser drawer for the fingerless black gloves, then sat down on the bed for the patent leather knee boots. "Fine I correct myself. It's the queen of the undead look." Then he inched closer. "Spike have you ever fought with long hair?" I answered immediately. "No, why?" "It's different. Here let me braid it into a ponytail. Then it won't get in your way." He offered. Buffy was being way too nice to me. "What's the game?" His fingers felt wonderful moving through my hair. Pulling and tugging it where needed. "I just want my body back in one piece. Willow said that it might just be a temporary spell. Something about the way you worded it. We might have our bodies back by morning." I huffed a bit. "I didn't do a spell on us, Buffy." "I know I was there, but it was probably your words that invoked the switch, whoever did it." He explained. "There, all done." I got up to look in the mirror. It was a simple braid down the back. Looked good. Hell, I'd do me. "You comin', then?" I asked. She laughed. "Are you kidding, of course. Who knows what you'll do out there."


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I grabbed Spike's red button down and slipped on the duster. I was ready to play. When we hit the bottom of the stairs Willow was waiting. "Buffy...er...Spike, you are all flushed. Are you feeling ok?" Then Spike replied. "Just had sex, Red, I'm always glowing after a good shag." I pushed her from behind. "Going on patrol, Willow. Be back in a couple." I steered Spike to the door. Willow answered back. "I thought you already patrolled." Then Spike had to stick in her two cents worth. "We were too busy shagging. I'm such a bad slayer, out 'givin' it' to the vampires instead of giving it to the vampires. I need to turn myself into my watcher. Where's Rupert." "Out." I ordered, then turned around and mouthed 'sorry' to Wil. ~*~ Williamsburg Cemetery ~*~ Is that what I really look like? I was amazing, fighting vampires. I was a blur with kicks, flips, and stakes. Once the last of a group of five was staked, Spike stood there panting. "Now that's what I call fun!" She exclaimed. "I barely felt them hitting me at all. You never told me it was this easy, Slayer." I looked around quickly. "Spike, don't call me Slayer out here. You don't know who might be listening. Until we are back in our bodies, you 're Buffy and I'm Spike." He nodded. "Righto, Spike. Should we head in, then?" I really didn't want to go back home right now. God knows what we would do with the extra time. "Uh, there is one more cemetery to hit." She nodded. "Right, off we go to vanquish that evil!" Sigh. ~*~ Downtown Sunnydale ~*~ "What did you need down here, Sp...Buffy." He asked. "There is a bit of shopping I need to do, before we call it a night." I replied. "Shopping at this hour. Everything is closed." "Not everything, luv. There is a twenty-four hour place for fiends like me." I stared back at him. "I'm surprised you don't know about it with all the shackles, leather and such." That got him thinking. You are in for a treat tonight, pet. ~*~ Summers' Home later ~*~ I don't know what she is up to, exactly. The store she stopped off in didn't even have a sign out front, and to top things off she made me wait outside while she shopped. After we arrived home and after a spirited debate I decided to let her sleep in the room with me. I really didn't want to go to the basement, and I didn't want to wake up in the basement either. So in the end that decided it. "Make sure you use moisturizer." I didn't want to end up with dry skin either. I heard the water run for about thirty minutes before it finally turned off. I had just stripped down and got into bed. I couldn't even wear underwear because Spike didn't wear any. I had turned the light off and waited for her to come out. The door finally opened and she stood there, with one arm raised on the door frame. My eyes followed it down slowly. I just found out what she bought at the store. It was all black leather and latex. Latex opera length gloves, a leather teddy cut in at the waist to make it smaller than it actually was, fishnet hose and platform patent leather thigh boots. On each wrist was a leather bracelet with silver rings jutting from the back, and lastly a leather choker collar also with silver rings.

I was speechless. "I...uh...I..."

She didn't say anything at all. She just moved, flowed really. Each step seemed to be well thought out and erotic as hell. Her hips moved side to side as she approached the bed. I tried to take in everything at once but it was a fruitless endeavor. She was raw sex. I was still frozen in place as she crawled even more seductively into bed.

"See anything you like?" She purred. She actually purred.

The next feeling I had was of extreme displeasure as I felt every single drop of blood leave its assigned position in my body and head to my crotch. I was so hard that I thought that it would break off if I touched it.

She found the perfect position for the light from the bathroom to cascade over her perfectly toned and leather clad body. Then a pout came over her face.

"Don't you want me, Buffy?"

Awareness finally started to break through to my brain.

"Spike...tonight I'm Spike." I softly replied.

Her grin reached from ear to ear. Then she moved up to my ear and whispered so low I could barely hear her.

"Spike, I'm sooo horny and I need your thick cock in me sooo bad."


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Chapter 4


"But not here." I included.

"Huh...wha..." He stammered.

"There are people in this house, and I plan for us to be very loud tonight." The look of recognition played on his face along with a silly grin. "Let's go to my...your crypt. You have a nice comfy bed there."

He kinda nodded, and I ended the conversation with a soul searching kiss.

He moved quite quickly, having an erection that big and all. I moved just as quick, grabbing a ground hugging black coat out of the closet and wrapping my sex starved body in it's warm folds. By the time I did up the buttons, he was ready. We were out the door in seconds.

Five minutes later we were approaching the crypt and something unexpected happened. Well seeing as I have the worst luck in the world I guess it wasn't all that unexpected.

"Buffy!" Xander exclaimed.

"Bollocks." I whispered under my breath.

The lumbering figure of most annoying person in Sunnyhell strode up along with his former-demon sex kitten.

"Patrolling?" He asked.

I tried to use an accent other than my own. "Yeah, busy...gotta go."

He laughed and grabbed my coat as I pushed by. "Hey wait up, I have to ask you someth... Whoa!"

Apparently Buffy hadn't been taking particularly good care of this specific coat, because the two buttons that held it closed, popped right off, exposing my new outfit for all the world to see. I really wasn't worried about the rest of the world, but Xander Harris seeing this might be enough to put Buffy off her game and not want to continue to the crypt for some very late night bump and grind.

I really didn't know what to say. I didn't want it to be too much; my accent wouldn't stand up to close scrutiny.

"Let go." I said and pulled the coat closed.

"Gotta say, I'm liking the new outfit, Buff." Harris smarted off.

This resulted in a swat in the head by Anya. I knew I liked her for some reason.

"Hey, Oww." He exclaimed.

"How come you didn't say that about me when I wore almost that very same outfit, last week?" Anya chided.

She took him by the arm and dragged him along their previous course, muttering curses and her desire to return to her former profession.

Buffy had a weird look on his face and I needed to return his mind to proper stiffness... okay not his mind.

"Don't let him bother you, pet. We have better fish to fry."

I firmly grasped him between the legs. That got his attention. He seized me by the shoulders. I dropped my hands to my sides, letting the coat waft open in the gentle breeze. His eyes traveled down to take in my leather encased body. I knew from experience that he wasn't able to help himself. The feelings from a demon enhanced human body aren't meant to be denied.

I relaxed the muscles in my body and let him support me. He did so eagerly; so much so that he lifted me off of the ground and into his arms. I straddled his torso with my boot covered legs. Now here was a familiar position.

For a second time in as many weeks the sound of a zipper filled the night air. This time *I* got to feel what it was like to be lowered onto a raging, blood engorged erection. It was a bit quicker, considering the easy access of the crotchless teddy, I...

"Oh....Gods!"

He was into me in one swift motion and I was more than ready, but not expecting the sheer fullness he provided. He let out a quick grunt of satisfaction.

"No more screwing around, Spi..Buffy. I'm taking you right here." He said with some effort.

I wasn't one to argue, so I gripped his cool shaft as hard as I could with my newly found muscles and wouldn't let him pull out.

"Gnnnn." He muttered.

"Just a few more meters, luv, then you can do me for the rest of the night." I managed to say through clinched teeth.

We made quite the pair moving though the graveyard. I moved in and hugged him closely as I slowly milked his cock with just my inner muscles. He staggered a few steps, but regained his stride when the crypt was in site.

"You make an evil vixen, Spike." He said.

"Remember, luv, I'm Buffy for tonight, and thank you." I replied.

I felt his leg raise and I knew we were there by the sound of the door being kicked in. I shut it as we passed through, and within four steps we were dropping down into the heart of my lair.

The abrupt landing forced his ever ridged cock even further into me as I gasped for air. He seemed rather satisfied with making me see stars. Now that we were safe from any onlookers I shed the coat and went to work on his clothes. The duster dropped to the floor followed closely with the rest.

I saw him looking over his shoulder at the large bed, specifically at the headboard and its chain links hanging on either side. I gripped him even harder with my inner muscles and it made him stagger on the way to the bed.

"You'll pay for that." He remarked.

"Why do you think I wanted you here, Spike. I want you to make me pay. Make me pay for teasing you all of this time. Make me pay for not returning your desires. Make me pay for...UGHhhhh..."

He threw me on the bed roughly, and snapped the first of two chains on my right wrist restraint. Once he managed to crawl onto the bed with me he grabbed my left wrist. I put up a token fight, but let him win in the end.

"Oh you evil vampire." I said in a little girl voice. "What am I ever to do now?"

In answer he lifted both of my legs, dropped them over his shoulders and leaned forward into me. I felt my hamstrings stretch and my hot entrance finally letting him withdraw. I almost whimpered at the empty feeling it left me with, but I was soon rewarded with it's filling, again, and again.

"Oh...God...Fuck...Me...Spike.!" I uttered with every thrust.


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Oh, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you so good. This is just the beginning, I thought as I rammed into her as hard as I could. The pain of our pelvis' hitting each other was exquisite and I was going to keep it up for quite some time. I heard the screech of metal against metal as the chains were stretched to their limits by my bound lover. She was thrashing her head from side to side in ecstasy. I knew that feeling; the feeling of just letting go. Letting yourself experience a moment of pure pleasure, pain, passion, and depravity at the hands of another was the ultimate in sexual understanding.

Screams were coming from her now in rapid bursts, screams of need, of hunger, of carnal desire. She wanted everything I could give her and I am going to do my best to see that she gets it.

Again and again I slam into her, grunting as I do. I feel primal in this position. I feel savage. I feel...my teeth lengthen and the ridges appearing on my forehead. A roar issues forth from my throat.

I hear her screaming stop and I open my eyes. She's staring at me in wonder. There is something that she hasn't planned for. Something that she seems to have forgotten. My essence in in his body now. Someone, that up until earlier tonight, possessed a soul. I lost that to a demon.

Salvia dripped down upon the top of her pristine breasts.


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That is when I knew that I bullocksed the whole thing up. Buffy doesn't have a soul anymore and she has never experienced what it means to have a demon inside of her. Dear God, and I am chained to the bloody bed!

I saw the need in his eyes. He was torn between his need to get his stones off and his need to tear into my neck. I had to talk him down.

"Buffy?" I whispered.

"I'm not Buffy, I'm Spike!" He growled.

"No, you're not. You are Buffy Summers, remember, pet?" I answered.

He rammed his hard cock into me again and again, ignoring me. I strained against the chains as he neared my tender neck.

"Don't do this, Buffy. You love me, remember." I pleaded.

"The demon, Buffy. You have the same demon I had." I guessed. "You made that demon love me. Don't you remember."

His teeth were edging closer to my neck.

"We were going to beat the odds, Buffy. Who would have thought that a vampire-demon could love? You did that, Buffy, you did that. You made a demon love you."

His teeth penetrated the thin collar around my neck. I could feel the teeth against my throat.

"Buffy, I love you. Don't do this." I offered as my last words.

He stopped just before his canines my skin broke and whispered. "Remember, Spike, this is a demon in love."

He very carefully let his canines break the surface of skin at my neck and gently suckled.

The pain was brief, and the oncoming pleasure was intense. That is when the first orgasm hit, followed closely by the second, third, forth... Christ I'm passing out...

~*~ Sunrise ~*~

I sensed it seconds before it happened, sunrise, and the end of our little adventure. I was a bit disoriented when the switch occurred, but relieved to find myself back in my undead body. She laid there sleeping soundly, still shackled. I softly twisted the release catch and moved her hands down by her side.

The sight of her still dressed in the outfit I bought for our night of pleasure brought a smile to my face. I found myself almost regretting the transfer back. We had never been so alive together; forgetting all of the old sins we committed on each other and just living in the moment.

It had been so long since I had let my hair down, so to speak. I'm sure the same was true of her.


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I felt his eyes on me, waking me from a restful slumber. From the tight constriction of the outfit he bought I figured out that Willow's theory was correct about the spell lasting for only one day. The first thing I noticed was my total and utter relaxation.

We did things to each other that I had never conceived of doing with my previous boyfriends: nasty, revolting, seriously weird, sexy, fulfilling, mouthwatering things. I enjoyed last night and almost wish it didn't have to end, but when did I ever get what I want...well last night I got it... once.

I felt the edges of my mouth turn up.

"Awake, pet?" I heard Spike whisper.

"Mmmm." I answered, not wanting to break the mood.

"Whatcha grinning at?" He continued.

I kept my eyes closed. "For the first time since I've been back, I think I'm happy."

"Well we can't have that, now can we." He joked.

I didn't understand. "Huh?"

"Well pet, sorry to tell you this, but you ripped your jacket when you tore it off me last night, and I don't have any of your things here. Looks like you get to wear the funwear home this morning."

Oh no!


The End For Now


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