I Want my K-Rock!

“I can’t bleedin’ believe it!” Spike yelled as he stormed around the Magic Box, knocking candles off their places and rattling shelves.

“Can’t bleeding believe what?” Xander asked, sadly trying to mimic Spike’s accent.

“Yes with the disbelief do you think you could manage not wrecking the store?” Giles questioned as he righted the candles and shelves.

“It’s gone…all gone.”

“What’s gone?” Dawn wondered from her spot by the register.

“I loved them…loved their voices and the pretty songs. Now it’s gone, all gone,” Spike said as he looked forlornly out the window.

“What the hell is he talking about?” Buffy whispered to Xander.

Xander shrugged and they all continued to watch Spike pace in front of the store window. Willow got up and patted Spike on the arm, which earned her a small smile.

“Oh for Christ’s sake, what the hell is wrong, Spike?” Buffy asked irritated.

“They changed formats…my pretty songs…the people are new and ugh….it’s—“

“It’s what?”

“It’s horrible that’s what. It’s bloody fucking horrible.”

“Oh my God, Spike, will you tell us already!” Buffy shouted, putting her hands on her hips.

“It’s talk radio,” Spike finished with a wheeze.

Buffy couldn’t help it as her green eyes began to roll and a sniffle of laughter rang from her throat.

Spike turned towards her, his blue eyes blazing.

“It’s not funny! They were the only station that played the bloody Ramones. Now what will I listen to? Nick Lachey on Z100?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. All this drama because your radio station isn’t the same anymore?”

“Drama?? Drama?? Do you know what it’s like having to listen to the Z morning zoo. It’s hell. It’s worse torture than having Angelus chain me up naked and whip me with his favorite leather belts.”

Willow eeped and covered Dawn’s ears but it was too late, Dawn’s eyes had already taken on the dreamy state of fantasy.

Spike naked and in chains? YUM!

“Dawn stop that!” Buffy chided as she walked by her sister and slapped her on the arm.

“Hmm,” Dawn blushed.

“Well I have to say this isn’t the sort of thing you usually get upset about,” Giles commented as he took off his glasses and proceeded to clean the imaginary dirt from the pristine lenses.

“Come on, Rupes, don’t you remember the importance of music from your ‘Ripper’ days? What is heard now is complete arse over tits.”

“I think this is proof positive that even a demon as evil as William the Bloody can be redeemed.” Giles smiled.

“Ha bloody ha. Aren’t you just a bowl full of laughter? What am I going to do?” Spike questioned, looking at the six people in the room.

“Maybe they weren’t getting paid enough money and that’s why everyone left,” Anya mused as she continued to count the bills that were in the cash register.

“That’s my honey. Always worried about the little green paper,” Xander said proudly.

“I’ve got to do something. I can’t just sit idly by and allow this monstrosity to take over my favorite bloody radio station.”

“Spike, don’t you think you’re taking this a little too personally?” Buffy asked him.

“Slayer, let’s just say that your favorite girlie girl store suddenly stopped selling your flowery little dresses and started carrying army fatigues. Are you telling me you wouldn’t be right brassed off as well?”

“Point taken. But still what can you possibly think of doing? Can’t go down there and demand they put your music back on,” Buffy told him.

‘What can I do? There has to be something I can do to make these stupid gits put my music back on. I can’t stand Z100, it’s driving me to act like Dru, and who the hell wants that?’ Spike thought as he paced in front of Buffy.

“Spike…”

“Oh, I’ve got it! I’ll go down there and demand they take this crap off the station and if they don’t I’m going to show them exactly what William the Bloody is made of!” Spike’s eyes flashed amber at his revelation.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that, oh Miracle Chip?” Xander taunted.

“I’ll take the tower down.”

“Yeah, right. How do you expect to do that? You are strong, Spike, but not that strong,” Buffy said rolling her eyes.

“Hey, now. My car is pretty damn strong. I bet I could take down the entire tower without a single dent to my precious Desoto.”

“Are you completely out of you mind? Cuz, gotta say, crazy Spike is wigging me out.”

“I have to, Buffy. Can’t you see this is driving me insane? There isn’t enough alcohol in the world to make me listen to teeny bop drab that is now the main radio station in town.”

“Spike, listen to yourself. Is all this really worth it because of a radio station?” Buffy asked.

Spike crossed the room and stood in front of her, his arms gripping her shoulders.

“You’re damn right it’s worth it,” he said seriously, his blue eyes staring deep into hers.

“What if all this doesn’t work?” she asked as he started towards the door.

“Then I’ll just burn the bloody station down,” came his reply as the door shut behind him.

*~*

“He’s gone nuts.”

“Xander.”

“What? I am just saying I think the bleach as finally gone to his brain.”

“Don’t be an butthead, Xander. Spike obviously has some issues about this whole Ramones thing,” Willow said, sticking up for the vampire.

“I can understand what Spike is going through,” Giles told the group. “He’s right, music is very important and what the radio people have done is wrong. Back in my ‘Ripper’ days I would have done the same thing.”

“Is that why you sent Buffy after him?” Dawn asked.

“Damn right.”

“So what do you think G-man? Think Evil Undead can do it and get away with it?” Xander questioned.

Giles looked at Xander and pulled off his glasses.

“You bet your arse I think he could get away with it.”

“I can’t believe that you of all people are condoning the evil that Spike is about to reap,” Willow exclaimed.

“How is what Spike wants to do evil? He is fighting for his right to his music. I’d say let’s run out and join him,” Giles said proudly.

“Has everyone gone crazy? It’s a stupid radio station! My God. We should be going after them, helping Buffy stop Spike instead of sitting here marveling over how Spike’s musical interests should be compensated,” Willow argued, clearly agitated.

“Oh, Willow, the Buffster is out there with him. If she can’t stop him, with her super slayer strength what makes you think we can?” Xander asked.

‘Oh, goddess, I hope she talks him out of this madness,’ Willow thought looking at the door.

*~*

Buffy caught up with Spike as he neared the graveyard that housed his crypt. She walked next to him in silence, contemplating what she was going to say. She was completely wigged out. Spike…this Spike was almost hot in his anger. The drawl of his accent, the heat of his words was making Buffy…horny.

“Spike.”

“No, Slayer, if you’ve come to stop me you can just turn around and go home.”

“Spike, do you understand how crazy you sound?”

“Buffy, are you not understanding? I don’t bloody care! This is ridiculous. I need my damn punk!”

“Spike-“ Buffy started, grabbing his arm.

“Buffy, will you just stop! Can’t you go slay something or do you have to follow me around like a lost puppy dog?”

Spike intended to piss her off and make her leave but that wasn’t the response he received. Buffy grabbed a hold of the leather-clad chest and hauled him into his crypt, throwing him on top of his sarcophagus.

“God, what is wrong with you? What is wrong with me? You are acting so fucking crazy and it’s…it’s making me… hot.”

Spike had clamored off the sarcophagus and stood in front of her while she rambled on, then was throw for a loop when she capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

She broke away and stared at him, her eyes questioning as he stared back at her. No words were said as he reached for her, his mouth reclaiming hers. Buffy mewled a little and clawed at the back of his head, pulling his mouth and body against hers as she ran her tongue along his bottom lip.

“Buffy what are you – we doing?” Spike whispered against her mouth.

“Acting crazy,” she replied grabbing fistfuls of his leather duster and pulling it down his arms, allowing it to settle at their feet.

“Good enough for me,” Spike shrugged and pulled her tight pink t-shirt over her head exposing her silk-clad chest.

His mouth watered at the sight of her breasts, their nipples hard and poking indecently through the cream-colored material. His hands got to them first, palming them tenderly, her hardened peaks poking holes into his palms. He bent down and licked the valley between her breasts, causing Buffy’s skin to break out in a fever of goose flesh. His hands moved around to her back, to give her some support as his mouth closed over one nipple with tantalizing possessiveness. His cool tongue swirled around the swollen peak, his reward the soft pleasurable moans coming from his captive.

Enough was enough; this was too sweet and innocent for William the Bloody. With an experienced hand, her bra was unclasped, her breasts springing free against his waiting mouth. His lips moved over one and then another, tormenting her, causing unspeakable desire to swim through her veins.

He flipped them around so she was pressed against the cool marble of the sarcophagus, all the while lifting her skirt and running his hand up her bare leg. His fingers brushed against the soaked center of her panties as she grabbed his head and kissed him hard, their teeth clashing together.

Impatiently, she pulled at his trademark black t-shirt, offended by the material, angry at it for hiding his beautiful body. Buffy savagely tore it from his torso, her nails leaving little welts on his alabaster skin as her lips danced against his. Spike lifted his head and growled, his eyes glowing amber as he looked at her. Her fingers went to his nipples, touching them tentatively, her nails a bare whisper of a scratch as she ran them over the hardened peaks. Buffy watched his eyes close and she pinched him, making his whole body strain against hers.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” his voice rasped.

Buffy’s eyes took on a feral glow as she undid his belt buckle and pulled at his button fly, finally releasing his cock, smiling wickedly when it bounced against her stomach.

“Oh yeah…exactly what you do to me. What you’ve been doing since you started your tirade,” she replied, shimmying her hips so that she could press her wet panties against him.

Spike cocked his head to the side and rolled his tongue behind his two front teeth, the look pure sex - and he knew it would get to her. Buffy grabbed at him and pulled him down against her, his hard chest pressed against her soft globes. Spike pulled her panties to the side and slid in with one thrust, filling her completely. Buffy moaned, giving Spike the opportunity to kiss his way down her throat, his head resting in the curve of her neck. He started to move and Buffy lifted her knees, clamping onto his hips as he began to thrust inside her.

He took long, slow thrusts, filling her with agonizing slowness before pulling almost completely out. All the while he kissed, licked, and nipped at her neck. Buffy mewled at him, running her nails down his back, leaving tiny gouges that welled slightly with blood. Spike growled against her neck and quickened his pace, his body moving almost impossibly fast as he thrust deep within her quivering pussy.

Buffy sensed it before she felt it, her body beginning to tighten around his, on the brink of the most fabulous orgasm… when he stopped moving. He was buried deep inside her, his body completely connected with hers. He felt her body shaking with her impending release and tried to hold himself and her off, wanting this moment to last longer, fearing this would be their only time together.

She lifted her hips against him, pulling him in even deeper. Spike groaned and his face shifted and he began his dance again.

Buffy was moaning in earnest now, her whole body prepared for her journey to the stars when he struck, his fangs imbedding in the tender flesh of her neck, releasing the stars she had sought to find.

Her scream of pleasure and the taste of her sweet slayer blood was all he needed to plunge down the side of the cliff right along with her. He roared against her throat as he came, filling her with his essence.

They continued to rock against each other, riding out their pleasure to completion. Sated, Spike slumped against her, still locked within her body.

Buffy smoothed his soft bleached hair from his forehead as she sighed against him.

“Remind me to get you worked up like that again,” she joked, totally breathless.

I’m still going after those radio assholes , he thought as he smiled against her breasts.

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