The Truth Shall Set You Free


Written by: Celtic
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Summary: Somebody's presence makes Buffy answer to her own hidden truths.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Part 1: Disturbed


Angel stood in front of me, his dark brown eyes burning straight through into my soul.  My breath caught in throat, my heart stopped, and my entire universe froze.  He stood there reaching out to me, whispering my name, and pulling me into his arms.  His words fell on my shoulders like feathers being whispered through the air.  Months ago I sent him to Hell, and here he is holding me in his strong arms, caressing my cheek.  His cool breath grazes over my skin like silk, his hands memorizing every inch of me, like he has forgotten my touch.  He pulls me into him and brushes his cool lips over mine.  My heart finally beats; it races actually with every second of his touch.  He pulls in my air has I open my mouth and licks and nips at my bottom lip.

"I want to taste you."  Angel breathes into my ear.

His tongue darts out and licks my earlobe, then sucks it into his mouth.  I shudder at his forgotten touch.  How he moved me.  How he made feel, just standing there not needing to touch me.  He grabs at the back of my head, and I moan at his touch, my eyes flutter shut for a moment until I no longer feel him caressing me.  I open my eyes in wander to find him smiling down at me.  I want to say I am sorry, I want to have everything back the way it was.  I want to feel him again.  It has been so long.  I burn in his brooding stare; his strong cool arms scorch my skin.  I lean into kiss him, flicking out my tongue to taste everything that is Angel's.  We fall into each other into a bruising, painful kiss.  His hand grabs at my hair, and pushes me into him closer, deeper.  Pain rushes to my lips, my blood is pooling into his mouth, and I fight to get away from him.  Angel lets go of me, and we break apart for me to catch my breath.  I try to free myself from his arms, but he wraps himself closer to me, pulling my body hard against his.  A wicked smile plays across his face as his tongue lingers at his fangs drinking in the tiny droplets of my blood that glisten them.  His fingers played over the sensitive scars on my neck, where I have been tasted time and time again.  I am frozen in his arms, staring at the demon I wanted to send to Hell so many months ago.

"I want to taste you Buffy.  Taste you like Spike has."  Angel growled.

His head swoops down towards my neck, and I feel his fangs plunge through my skin, my blood flowing into his mouth.  My heart is slowing; I am too weak to push him away from me.  He sucks my life into his mouth, and he grows stronger pushing me closer into his demon.  Angel rips himself away from my neck, and through my hazy eyes I can see his smile grow with my blood draining down his lips.  He cradles me into his arms to lie my dying body down on the cold grass of the cemetery.  He sprawls his body next to mine, as my breath becomes shallow, and my eyes fight to stay open.  I feel his hand run down my stomach, in between my legs.  His eyes are yellow and glaring, staring hate me, flowing with hate and loathing.

"Well, well Buffy.  It looks like Spike's not the only who gets you wet when he tastes you."  Angel smirks.

He brings his finger up to his lips, and moves his tongue over them one by one.  He shudders and moans as he slowly licks his fingers.  His yellow vampire eyes never stop watching my face.  I know he loves watching me die.  He moves his head down slowly to mine, just barely touching my lips with his.  He recedes his vampire features, and his dark brown eyes pull me to him for the very last time.  My mind flashes to the very last time we kissed, before I saw him in this cemetery tonight.  It was such a gentle kiss, all my love poured into him.  I had to say goodbye to him, had to taste his lips one more time.  I had to kill him.  Now lying here, staring into those same brown eyes, my words come back to haunt me ten fold.

"I love you Buffy.  Close your eyes."  Angel whispers.

His lips press against mine so softly, so gentle.  I taste and feel the man he was, the Angel that fell from heaven into my arms.  My eyes drift shut into his kiss.  This will be our very last.  There is no coming back, and I can feel myself dying.  A sharp pain flashes through my body, my eyes open in shock to the pain that rips thru me.  Angel is sitting above me a single tear rolling down his face.  His hand drops from the handle of the sword that is jammed through my stomach.  The same sword I sent him to Hell with.  He brought it back to kill me.  With all the strength I have I reach out to him, my hand caressing his face, whipping away his tear.

"Angel."  I whisper with my last breath.

Buffy bolts up out of bed, her breath gasping in fear.  She clutches at the blanket that hugs her body.  Her blood races through her, her heart pounds in her chest, struggling to breath, feeling suffocated Buffy tosses her legs over the edge of the bed.  She is surrounded by darkness, only a faint candle in the corner of the room gives her enough light to see the stone walls that surround her.  The bed shifts, and a cold arm wraps around her waist.  Cool lips graze at her neck, right where it makes her shiver.  Buffy leans into the cool body that his pressed up against her.  He hand searches out the back of his head grasping at his hair, pulling his lips closer into her neck.  She moans at his touch, and writhes in his arms as his blunt teeth graze over her scar on her neck.

"Same dream, luv?"  Spike asks, concerned.

"Every night."  Buffy whispers as she pulls from his arms and stands up from the bed.

Buffy walks over to where her pants lay on the ground.  Spike swings his legs off the side of the bed and watches her small frame walk around his make shift bedroom at the bottom of a crypt.  She is so beautiful gliding around naked, only for him to see, for him to touch.  She grabs her shirt and slides it up and over her head, completely dressed, and Spike lets out a small moan in dissatisfaction.  He knows she is leaving him again.  She hardly ever stays, and she never stays after she has that dream.  For weeks it has been the same thing.  Hell maybe even longer than that, maybe months.  Buffy comes to him whenever she wants, sometimes they talk, sometimes they watch the telly, but most of the time she just saunters over to him, grabs his hand and leads him downstairs.  Downstairs things are different.  Every time she amazes him.  They always have sex, no matter how they start out being together, always downstairs.  Sometimes it is soft and gentle, and she lets him make love to her, but most of the time it is hard, and rough.  Both fighting for dominance, but when they fall asleep in each other's arms, she has that dream, and she leaves him.  Tonight was no different.

"Buffy, luv you know it is just dream?  He is not coming back."  Spike stated.

Spike got up and walked over to her.  She was sitting down on his couch putting on her shoes getting ready to walk up that ladder and out of his crypt until next time she wanted him, needed him.  He sat down next her, she was staring off into space, didn't even noticed Spike had moved next to her.  He put his arm around her and went to kiss her cheek.  His coldness must have brought her back to reality.  She jolted and shrugged his arms off of her, grabbing her shoes and headed towards the ladder barefoot.

"I know Spike.  I just……I just need time.  I just need to go."  Buffy sighed.

Buffy looked over her shoulder one last time at Spike sitting on the couch.  It always amazed her how glorious he looked.  He was her marble God.  She worshiped his body as much as he worshiped hers.  He reached out an arm to her beckoning her to come back to him, to stay with him for the night.  She sighed and went up the ladder.  Spike shut his eyes and listened to her walk out of his crypt, slamming the door as she left.  He got up slowly and walked over to his bed, lying in the middle of it.  His arms folded behind his head as he stared up into an empty mirror that was above his bed.  He inhaled deeply, in taking Buffy's scent, vanilla and rosemary.  His eyes fluttered shut, and a smile grew across his face.

"I'll never get sick of that."  Spike whispered before he drifted off to sleep.

Buffy walked home, hugging herself, memories of her dream flashing in her mind.  Memories from when she killed Angel flashed through her head.  The dream had felt so real; his taste practically lingered on her lips when she woke up.  She didn't want to leave Spike, but she couldn't go back to sleep after that dream.  She never could.  It was time for her to go out and try to find something to kill.  She needed to be the Slayer, she needed her strength back, and she needed to be the one that stood above her victim. 
She walked thru the cemetery looking for a fresh grave, a new riser she liked to think of them.  Down the way she noticed a fresh grave and sped up her pace hoping she hadn't missed his "birthday."  She stood above the grave, waiting for the new vampire to emerge so she could stake him.  She sat across from his grave on a nearby tombstone awaiting his arrival.  Without disappointment on her part a hand bust through the fresh earth, and she jumped up pulling a stake out of the inside pocket of her jacket.  She waited patiently as his head came up above the earth, taking in that first unneeded breath.  His other hand broke free, and he started pulling himself out of his grave.  His eyes flashed yellow, his fangs bore from behind his lips, and a primitive growl echoed thru the night air when he caught sight of Buffy standing before him.  His bloodlust struck him to the core and he started clawing faster out of his hole.  He finally stood before her, and an evil smile grew over the Slayers face as the new vampire flung at her trying to bite, and her stake easily pierced thru his skin straight to his un-beating heart. 
Buffy's smile faded soon after the dust of the vampire settled at her feet.  The kill wasn't rewarding enough. It didn't make her happy, and it sure didn't make her forget about the dream, about tonight.  She turned to search through the cemetery again looking for a better kill when the sky broke open and rain started to fall.  She might as well go home now.  It was highly unusual for bad demon type things to be out wandering about in the pouring rain. 
Buffy cut through an alley on the way to her house, knowing full well she wouldn't get hurt if somebody attacks her.  In the distance Buffy heard glass, possibly a bottle being kicked across the pavement.  Her body became full alert as she started walking closer to the sound and her Slayer senses were telling her there was no human in her path.  The strolled up carefully to the noise.  Turning the corner at the end of the alley she saw a tall man in a ragged jacket stumbling thru the alley.  He could barely keep himself standing straight up, using the wall to help support his body.  The glass bottle at his feet was not helping him maintain his balance, for every step he took it slide beneath his feet.  Buffy watched carefully a few feet back trying to figure out what, or who he was.  She stood in a fighting stance ready to kill if he attacked, and then made her presence known.

"Don't you think it is a little wet out here for you demon types to stroll about?"  Buffy asked.

The strange man lowered his head, and a small growl came from his lips as her voice pierced his ears.  He stopped moving, grabbed onto the wall to keep from falling and stood in a death of silence, just watching the rain punch at the ground, waiting for her to get closer.  Her heartbeat pounded through his body, and his fangs grew behind his teeth.  His yellow eyes closed as he waited for her to come to him.  He could taste the sweet dew of the rain mixed with vanilla and rosemary.

"I'll never get tired of that."  The man whispered.

"What did you say?"  Buffy's breath caught in her throat.

She stood frozen to the world, staring at this strange man in the back of an alley.  Rain pounded on her face, drenched her body.  Her clothes became a second skin plastered to her.  Her hair ragged and wet, strands sculpting the edges of her smooth face.  Her fist curled into a ball.  She took in a deep breath, and tasted the rain on her tongue.  Buffy waited for the man to do something, anything.  She was ready.
He stood and inhaled again, lifting his head up slowly, his face shifting back to human.  He clutched at the wall, fear swam through him, and he ducked his head down, turning his body slowly.  Holding onto the wall to brace himself from falling.  He is too weak to fight, barely too weak to stand.  He has not fed in what seemed like eternity.  A lump caught in his throat before he completely turned around, and lifted his head to see the woman standing before him.  His eyes locked with her green ones.  That small petite body, that carried so much strength stood before him.  That face that he loved more then anything, and those green eyes that have haunted him for an unspeakable amount of time stood before him locked in silence.  He reached out to her and stammered towards her falling to his knees in a puddle of water.  His arms swung around her small waist, and he pulled her to him. 
Her tears burned down her face, her hand hesitantly reaching out for him, placing it on his head, holding him to her.  She could no longer breath.  Her heart raced beneath his touch.  Her hand grabbed at his wet hair gently holding him, touching him for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime.  She closed her eyes, hoping this wasn't a dream, hoping he was really here.  She opened her eyes slowly looking down, seeing him holding her in his arms, feeling his tears on her stomach.  Both of them forgetting about the rain.  She bent down staying in his arms, moving her hand to his face.  His face turned to her palm, and his lips gentle whispered a kiss on her skin.

"Angel?"  Buffy cried.

Angel looked at her, moved a wet strand of hair out of her face, brought his lips to hers and gently kissed her.  They broke away from each other and his hands moved across his face caressing her forgotten features with his fingers.  He moved his down her neck and he felt her small scar tickle beneath his touch.  She shivered at his caress, and leaned in placing a small kiss on his bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth, tasting him for the first time since she killed him.  Angel pulled from her quickly, and a bolt of fear smothered over Buffy, consuming her every being as Angel ducked his head, and saw her scar on her neck right over her beating pulse.  He pulled Buffys head close to him, cradling his head in her neck, holding her in the middle of an alley, under the rain holding her like it was the first time he ever touched her.

"Buffy."  Angel whispered.

Buffy closed her eyes, and stopped crying.  This was all reality Angel was back from Hell, here in her arms.  She had no idea why he had come back, and feeling him, the real him in her arms she didn't care.


Part 2:

Want My Shame Again
 



Angel has been back now a month and every time he looks at me it's with a look of shame and disgust as if he knows. Knows that shoving that sword into him, sending him to Hell months ago was not my only betrayal, or my last. When he was my Angel again he gently pushed my hair aside from my neck and ran his fingers over the mark that lies there.  My fallen Angel made me shiver as his gentle touch roamed over my mark of betrayal.  The bite mark I tried so hard to hide.  As he looked down into my eyes and asked me that silent question of who marked me, who tasted me, and all I could do was stutter some stupid lie.  His brown eyes burned into mine, turned his back on me and walked away.  I know he knows my lie, my betrayal.  Now everyday I feel the shame that burns thru my very existence, the shame that I would die to all do it all over again. 

Tears fall down my face in a river of sadness, and I run to him, pull him me, taking his face in my hands reaching out to him to taste him amongst my salty shame.  His lips are warm from my tears, and I kiss him lovingly pouring my sadness, and shame into him.  I want him to know I died everyday after he turned into Angelus.  I want him to feel my pain, my loneliness.  I kissed him until I had to breath, forcing myself to break away from him.  His eyes flash yellow, pierce thru me like daggers, searching for the truth, but I know he knows.  I know because I can still taste Spike on my lips.  The whiskey and smoke that lingers on me for hours after we have kissed, and the leather that clings to my body after we have made love.  He is all over me, and I know Angel can taste him too.  Taste my shame, and betrayal.

Angel grabs my arms, and I know he is furious.  The yellow lightning flashing behind his dark brown eyes show me that.  He lifts me, dragging my feet just barely from the floor pushing me backwards.  I try to fight him, try to get out of his grasp, but a small piece of me doesn't want to leave his arms, even if they are holding me anger instead of love.  He pushes me down onto the couch his arms throwing me down away from him, away from his touch.  I try to stand up and walk away from him, but he grabs my shoulders and pushes me down to the couch again, shaking his head at me.  I stare up at him; I don't know what he wants, for all I know I could be sitting here awaiting my death.  His voice thunders thru the mansion, and echoes in me ears.

"Tell me Buffy."  Angel snarls.

I stare up at him in silence, wandering what answer he is looking for.  I shuffle my feet, and fidget with my hands.  My nerves are shot, and my mind is only thinking of one man right now, and it is not the man that stands before me.  My eyes fall to the ground, and the shame swarms back thru my body.

"Tell me!"  Angel shouts.

"What do you want me to say Angel?"  Buffy cries.

"The truth would be a good start."  Angel growls.

Buffy closes her eyes, and a tear rolls down her face.  Her hand reaches up to her cheek to wipe it away, and Angel kneels down in front of her grabbing her wrist before she removes her tear.  Angel takes his thumb and glides it gently over her tear taking it from her face, takes her chin in her hand lifting her face to look into her closed eyes.

"The truth Buffy."  Angel whispers.

"Angel, I love you so much, with all my heart."  Buffy cries out.

"So that is why you have betrayed me?  Because you love me with all your heart?"  Angel questions.

His hand rips away from her face, and he stands up walking away from her again.  She goes to get up from the couch to follow him, and he shoots his hand out and pushes her back down, then he moves to stand by the fireplace.

"Come on now Buffy, tell me the truth."  Angel demands.

Buffy glares at his coldness, her hands clench into a fist.  She tries to calm, memories of the last few years cover her mind in flashes of happiness and sadness.  Flashes of Angelus stalking her, torturing her and her friends sends shudders thru her body.  Memories of Spike holding her, letting her cry, caressing her and loving her sends shivers thru her soul.  Angel punches the wall next to the fireplace rushing Buffy out of her thoughts.  Her eyes glare up into his, looking for something, anything.  Shame pours from her very being, and small smirk flashes from the demon within Angel as he feels her torment for what she has done to him.

"I don't have to tell you anything Angel."  Buffy says.

"You don't think you owe me some kinda explanation why MY girl has bite marks on her neck that are certainly NOT from me!"  Angel barks out.  "You don't think after sending me to Hell you don't owe me any reason why my childe is all over you, why you have let him taste you.  Why on earth my childe has been inside you.  You don't owe me any of that?!"  Angel yells.

"Angel….How….?"  Buffy mumbles.

"You don't think I can smell him all over you?  Taste him when you kiss me?"  Angel questions  "Did it make you feel better when you sent me to Hell, so you two could be with each other?"  Angel whispers.

Buffy stands up from the couch, moves around to the back of it.  She paces behind the couch, fidgeting with her fingers.  Her mind is blank with words, only the image of Angel standing in front of Acathla with the sword she shoved into him.  His dark eyes stare into her, his hands reaching out to her, beckoning her to come to him.

"Buffy, please answer me."  Angel implores.

"Angel, it wasn't like that honest."  Buffy cries. 

"How can I believe you Buffy?  Tell me."  Angel pleaded.

"I only loved you Angel."  Buffy cried.  "Only you.  When you turned into Angelus I was so lost and alone.  I didn't know what to do.  I wanted you back, wanted to feel you again, but you just weren't the same.  Nothing was the same.  He came to me for help, he was as lost as I was.  Both of us loathing you have become, and I carried around the guilt, the shame of making you that way.  I needed him, and he needed me.  Angelus took Angel from me, and Dru from him.  What did you want me to do, Angel?  Live alone, die alone." 

"Not with him!  It should NOT have been HIM!"  Angel yelled.

"Who then Angel?  Who should I have turned to?  Who would want me anymore then he does, love…"

"He doesn't love you!"  Angel interrupted.  "He only gets a thrill out of FUCKING THE SLAYER!"  Angel growled.

"LIAR!  He does too love me.  You left me, remember.  You turned your back on me."  Buffy said.

"You think a demon with no soul actually loves you?  You think William the Bloody is in love with Buffy the Vampire Slayer?  The killer of two Slayers falling to his knees to worship one?"  Angel asked.  "You really are a little girl, Buffy."  Angel laughed.

"It's not like that!  You don't know anything about us!  You don't know what he has done for me, and frankly I don't care if you live a thousand years wandering why, or how Spike does love me!"  Buffy shouted.

Buffy started towards the door of the mansion, reached out her arm grabbing the handle.  A cool breeze lingered over her shoulder until his cold hand finally touched her.  Her breath caught, and her heart raced at his touch.  No matter how she felt about him, his touch always sent tingles thru her very being, lighting her soul.

"Can you feel it, Buffy?  The shame?"  Angel asked.  "Was it worth it?  Would you do it all again?"

"I would do it the same way over a million lifetimes if I had to Angel.  It wasn't worth it, but he is."  Buffy whispered.

She opened the door and walked out not taking another look back at her first love standing in the shadows.



Part 3:

In the Darkness
 


Buffy sat at the table at the bronze drinking her mixed drink, lost in her thoughts.  It had been a week since she had seen Angel and told him everything she really wanted to tell him.  She had been ignoring Spike as well, not wanting to deal with any vampire that she can't drive a wooden stake thru their little un-beating heart and watch them burst into dust.  Tonight was her night to just go out on the town, no slaying, and no school in the morning, no mom in town for the weekend.  Just a nice Friday night to hang out at the Bronze, and no thoughts of anything except for this guy coming closer to my table.  His black leather pants glistening underneath the black lights of the club, is red silk shirt unbuttoned flaring with each stride he took, accompanying his leather duster that cut him right mid-thigh. 

Man, leather is so yummy.   Buffy thought, a small smile lifting on her face.

He looked around her age, dark short hair, clean cut goatee encircling is red pouty lips, and his dragon green eyes barreled thru me like thunder ripping thru the skies.  Buffy knew he was coming for her, striding up to the table without a care in the world, silently reaching out his hand to take her to the dance floor.  Tentatively she put her small hand in his and let him guide her out to the dance floor.  Everything in her body was shouting at her to stop, turn around, run away, but she just wanted to dance.
DJ came on over the loud speaker dedicating this next song to all the dangerous women on the dance floor.  The women that took men's breathe away, and make their heart stop.  The same exact kind of woman she knew she was.  Her black leather pants tight to her form, her high-heeled shoes making her legs look as if they go on forever, and her white shirt the draped down across her shoulder, showing her long neck off.  She was a dangerous woman.

 Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do
Now that I have allowed you to beat me
Do you think that we could play another game?
Maybe I could win this time

Her body was pulled to this nameless man, wrapped in his warm arms.  It was so odd being surrounded by warmth for once.  Everything that surrounded her had always been so cold all the time, cool breezes lost in her warmth.  She got lost on the dance floor to the music, grinding up against the warm body.  She moaned slightly as she began feeling is interest in her at her stomach.  She knew she could arouse him, and walk away at the end of the song with no problem.  She turned in his arms leaning her back against him, rubbing on him as she moved to the hard sounds of the music.

 I kind of like the misery you put me through
Darling you can trust me completely
If you even try to look the other way
I think I could kill this time

She moved behind him listening to moans of protest, the friction she was giving him against his hard-on leaving him.  She moved behind his body, wrapping her arms around him, caressing his chiseled warm chest thru his shirt, feeling his nipples grow hard.  She opened her eyes to see in the distance underneath the stairs the platinum hair of her lover.  The lover she has been avoiding, yearning for his touch, dying to stay away.  She leans her head down to the nameless man wrapped in her arms, eyes staring across the room locked with the ocean blues of Spike's, and her tongue lashes out at tastes this man before her.  Her hands grind against his chest as the music becomes faster and louder, she sucks in his earlobe, and reveres in the noise this boy is making.

 It doesn't really seem I'm getting through to you
Though I see you weeping so sweetly
I think that you might have to take another taste
A little bit of Hell this time

She opens her eyes, and Spike is storming thru the crowd towards her, and she quickly grabs the guy's hand and starts dragging him away, searching for the other set of stairs.  She tries to run, to find some darkness.  Finding the stairs she starts pulling him with her up into the rafters over the crowd.  She finds a secluded place back in the darkness of the club above the dancers and wraps her arms around this warm body.  In some way it is refreshing to be with him, yet her body is still shouting at her to run away.  She leans in to take his pouty lips into hers, nibbling on his bottom lip, awaiting him to open to her.  The boy opens his mouth, and Buffy drags her tongue over his teeth dueling with his tongue, ravishing the taste of his warm flesh.

Lie to me
Lie to me

The boy is ripped from her arms, and a loud growl emanates from the darkness.  Pale skin flashes from the shadows.  Spike growls at the boy his demon coming forward in a jealous rage pushing Buffy against the wall.  The boy runs down the stairs in silent fear, rushing thru the crowd leaving the club.  Spike turns on Buffy and slams her up against the wall, a small smile drifting across her face.

Is she not right?
Is she insane?
Will she now
Run for life in the battle that end this day

"How did that taste Buffy?"  Spike growls.

Buffy just smiles, and Spike slams her again against the wall pinning his knee between her legs.  Her arousal penetrates his senses like a burning knife.  He is overwhelmed by her scent, and he grinds his knee into her center forcing her to moan in need for him.  He plunges his lips down over hers searing themselves in a deep ferocious kiss, full of need and anger.  His face shift back into his human form as the kiss deepens, and his hand moves across her body to her closest breast.  Her nipple is already hard and he grabs at it thru her shirt twisting on it hard.  He moves down her face to her neck with his lips licking and teasing at her sensitive skin, still grinding his knee into her core.

Is she not right?
Is she insane?
Will she now
Run for life now that she lied to me

His hand traces down her tight stomach searching for her buttons on her pants.  She tries to push him away, but he growls at her, and bites at her neck.  He takes both her wrists up in his hands and pins them above her head.  Undoing the buttons on her jeans he slides his free hand down between her legs, swimming his fingers thru her moist curls.  He finds her center and slides a finger into her, and then pulls his hand out of her pants, lifting his finger to his lips, tasting her.

"Do you want me to stop, Buffy?"  Spike questions.

"No, Spike!.Please."  Buffy begs.

You always wanted people to remember you
To leave your mark on society
Well don't you know your wish is coming true today
Another victim dies tonight

Spike slides his finger back down into her center, rubbing against her sensitive clit, listening for her moans.  He pushes against her flesh harder and searches her lips, punishing her mouth with his tongue.  First one finger slides into her, then another.  She moves underneath trying to feel him, and he slams her against the wall.  His knee bends up and adds more friction between her legs as his fingers drive into her hard and fast with the rhythm of the music that penetrates thru the darkness of the club.  His thumb searches out her clit to rub it; pulling out his fingers he slows his ministrations to a torturous beat.

"Do you want me to make you cum, Buffy?"  Spike purrs.  "Do you want to scream out my name?"

"Yes.  Oh God yes, Spike.  Please."  Buffy cries.

"I want to hear you say it Slayer.  Beg me to make you cum.  Beg me to make you scream my name."  Spike growls.

His thumb works her a little harder, and a finger drives into her pushing her against the wall, taking her closer to that little bit of death she yearns for every night, and only he can give her.  Buffy opens her eyes and stares into his face, she begins moving her hips against his hand trying to search for her own climax.  Spike removes his hands from her pants, smelling her scent all over him.

"No fair Slayer.  I should just walk away for that one."  Spike smirks.

"Spike, please."  Buffy begs.  "I want you to make me cum.  I want...I want to scream your name."

Lie to me
Lie to me

Spike smiles at her words, and dips his hand into her pants, feeling her still wet for him.  He pinches her clit, and sinks two fingers deep inside her, punishing her with speed, faster and harder with his every stroke.  Bending his finger just slightly when he is deep inside her.  His thumb works her clit with driving force, as her walls begin to quake around his fingers.  He leans down begins kissing her neck, as her voice echoes thru his ears.

"Unh, unh, unh.  Spike!  Ohmygod!.Spike!  I'm gonna cum!"  Buffy cries out.

Is she really
Telling lies again
Doesn't she realize
She's in danger

Her juices rush out of her body in a flooding furry as her walls collapse around his fingers.  He still moves in and out of her hard and fast pushing her farther over the edge, wanting to feel her cum one more time.  He plunges into her as she still fights her body for control, right on the edge again, Spike plunges his fangs into her skin her blood pooling over his lips, coating his tongue as the juices between her legs coat his hand.  Buffy's eyes dart open when she feels his teeth penetrate her flesh, her blood rushes to the wounds, and she screams out his name one last time before shoving him off of her.  She moves past him racing to the stairs as she buttons up her pants.  Storming thru the crowd, she holds her neck to conceal her bite marks.  Slamming thru the door of the bronze to the alley she doesn't even notice Angel standing in the darkness of the club.

The little Bitch she went and she told a lie
And now she will never tell another
The little Bitch she went and she told a lie
Never Fucking lie to me!
 



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