School Hard

He stood in the shadows, his face hidden well in the dark light of the club. Music pumped out of the huge speakers onstage, making the band’s sounds float around the room. He walked slowly, his long black duster trailing behind him as his predatory eyes scanned the swarm of people on the dance floor.

They locked on a girl who was dancing with her friends. One male, one female. Her blond hair glinted in the flashing lights as she rolled her hips from side to side. She put her arms above her head, which made her pert young breasts thrust up. She smiled; seemingly unconscious to the effect it was having on every man, let alone the guy she was dancing with.

He came out of the shadows and walked, skimming the dance floor, weaving his way through the happy crowd, his eyes never leaving her. He cocked his head to the side and ran his eyes appreciatively up and down her slim form. She turned her back to him unknowingly giving him the perfect view of her shapely ass, hugged nicely in her tight pants.

He seemed to make a decision in his head and walked to the bar.

“Go get something to eat,” he said to the large man he stood next to. The guy gave him a look and turned away leaving him alone.

Spike smiled as he watched him walk away. His eyes locked on the girl once more and lingered there before he made his way closer.

“Where’s the phone? I need to call the police. There’s some big guy out there trying to bite someone,” Spike said loudly making sure the girl heard him. She turned and looked at him and rushed out the door.

Spike smiled and followed her.

Buffy got to the vampire before he had the chance to bite the girl he was currently manhandling. Buffy grabbed him and flung him away.

“Slayer,” the vamp growled as he got up.

“Slayee,” she taunted as she charged him.

She spun a roundhouse kick to his head, her blond hair flying. He tried to land a punch on her but only got air. She grabbed his arm as he went to punch her again and he threw her against the metal wall. She got up and spun away effectively blocking another punch.

Her two friends came out of the Bronze and Buffy turned to them.

“Get her out of here,” She yelled as she punched the vamp again.

Xander ran inside and began going through the contents of Buffy’s purse. He just about squealed in delight when he found what he was looking for, her stake.

Spike watched from the sidelines as the vamp kicked Buffy. She was down and laying on the ground when the vamp strolled over to her.

“I don’t need Saint Vigius. You’re mine,” he said looking down at her.

Buffy responded with a kick to his head knocking him into some boxes.

“Spike, give me a hand,” the vamp said as Buffy swung towards him.

“Buffy,” Xander called out as he threw her stake. Buffy grabbed the stake and drove it through the vampire’s chest just in time to see a man walking out of the shadows clapping.

Who is that? She thought as she stared at the bleach blond man. A small thrill of lust ran through her.

“Nice work, luv,” his deep british accent drawled.

“Who are you?” She asked as her flesh broke out in goose bumps, aftereffects of his voice.

“You’ll find out on Saturday.”

“What happens on Saturday?” she asked with a flick of her hair.

Please God let it involve he and I naked somewhere.

“I kill you,” he said with a piercing look. He held it for a minute more before turning and walking away.

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The next two nights were filled with steamy dreams of the blond man named Spike. He said he was going to kill her but that only thrilled Buffy more. On her patrols she hoped, no prayed that she would see him. She had even gone as far as avoiding Angel.

Buffy wanted to follow Spike as he walked away from here in the alley behind the Bronze but couldn’t. Xander would have wigged and that was more then she could deal with.

I must be sick, Buffy thought, as she got ready for the ‘Back to School Night’ at her high school.

She had been dreading this night for the last couple of weeks. Mr. Snyder had made her get the school ready for the parents out of spite.

“ Slimy little weasel,” she said aloud as she poured lemonade into the paper cups.

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Spike had to get out. He was going crazy with his minions, the anointed one and Drusilla. He was sick of begging her to eat and sick of her whining about Prague.

Doesn’t she bloody understand she almost died there? I brought here her to save her, he thought as he punched a nearby wall.

“I’ve got to get the bloody hell out of here,” he growled as he grabbed his coat and walked into the night air.

*~*

Buffy was standing nervously waiting for her mother to come out of Mr. Snyder’s office. Willow stood next to her offering small smiles of encouragement.

Snyder walked out first a definite smirk on his lips. Joyce just looked mad and told Buffy to get into the car. Buffy didn’t even try to argue just turned and started to follow her mom when there was a huge crash.

Oh god, there he is, Buffy thought as she spun towards the sound of breaking glass and saw Spike standing there. A smile brought itself to her lips and her panties suddenly got very uncomfortable.

Spike locked his devilishly blue eyes on her and smirked.

“What can I say? I couldn’t wait,” he drawled. He snarled and went after her. Buffy grabbed the chair next to her and threw it at him knocking him and his minions down.

“Nobody gets out. Especially the girl,” Spike said grabbing the nearest human to him.

“Everybody this way. Come on!” Buffy yelled grabbing her mom’s hand and running. She pulled them into an empty classroom and told them to lock the door. Her mother was apprehensive but Buffy told her she would fine as she climbed up into the ceiling.

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“Come on people. This isn’t a spectator sport,” Spike was saying as his minions charged after Angel and Xander.

Spike started to go after them but caught a whiff of something in the air.

“Fee fi foe fum. I smell the blood of a nice ripe…. Girl,” Spike said as he turned around and faced Buffy.

“Do we really need weapons for this?”

“I just like them. They make me feel all manly,” Spike said as he curved his hand down his chest to his crotch. Buffy’s eyes followed his hand on its trek and widened as he cupped his growing bulge.

Spike dropped his weapon and staggered towards her. Buffy dropped her axe and stood her ground.

“The last slayer I killed, begged for her life,” he said coming to stop a few feet away from her.

“You don’t strike me as the begging kind.”

“You shouldn’t have come here,” Buffy said trying like hell to sound like she meant it.

Spike laughed, his deep voice echoing down the halls.

“No. I messed up your doilies and stuff,” he agreed, turning and pointing to a table.

“But I just got so bored,” he replied as he turned back to face her.

Their eyes locked again and Buffy felt a bolt of excitement run through her body.

“I’ll tell you what. As a personal favor from me to you, I’ll make it quick. It wont hurt a bit,” Spike cocked his head at her.

“No Spike. It’s gonna hurt a lot,” Buffy countered. Spike growled and tried to punch her. Buffy dodged the punch and blocked another one. She spun a low kick to knock Spike off his feet but he jumped and avoided her legs.

The fought back and forth, their movements made them look like they were dancing. Buffy finally landed a punch to Spike’s face and he grabbed her around the waist and threw her into an empty classroom.

She landed against a desk and flung her arm around to hit him only to see he was still at the door. With a smirk on his face he turned the lock.

“What are you doing?” Buffy asked slightly un-nerved.

“Giving us a bit o’ privacy. I know you want me. I can smell it,” he returned as he lunged for her. Buffy jumped out of the way as he landed on the desk. She ran to the other side of the room looking frantically for a weapon. Before she knew he was behind her. He trailed his hands up her sides and leant in close to her ear.

“Slayer..” his cool breath whispered.

Buffy’s skin tingled from where his breath blew. She wanted nothing more then to melt in his embrace and show him who was boss. Instead she cocked back her arm and spun, punching him in the nose.

“Arrghghh,” Spike yelled as he grabbed his nose.

“What the bloody hell was that for?” He asked.

“What? Did you actually think you would make the first move?” she said as she pushed him against the wall. He looked at her stunned for a minute before her mouth came crashing against his.

Spike growled softly in his throat and kissed her hungrily back. Buffy sighed against his mouth glad to finally have contact. He spun them around so he trapped her between the wall and himself. His thigh nudged her knees apart as he pressed himself harder against her. Buffy parted her legs willingly; glad she had worn that wrap around skirt. She felt Spike’s hand trailing up her leg, his nails lightly scratching her.

His hands made their way up her to her sides. He had fistfuls of her green top in his grasp tugging the offending material over her head.

Spike broke contact with her mouth to trail kisses down her neck to her breasts. His cool mouth covered a bra-clad nipple; he sucked hard, Buffy arching against his mouth. She clutched at him, her hands dragging the long leather duster off his arms. Spike shrugged out of it making it land in a pool of black at their feet. Buffy pulled the blood red shirt off his shoulders and stopped at his tight black shirt. She could feel his muscles through the fabric, she about swooned at how tight they were. Buffy wanted nothing more then to rip the cotton from his body and with a smirk she did.

Spike responded by tearing her bra off her body. His cold hands cupping the warm flesh of her breasts. His mouth returned again to her nipple while he thumbed her other breast. Buffy tried to throw her head back and ended up hitting the wall.

Spike growled low in his throat, her scent of arousal heavy in the air. He felt himself vamp out and he bit her breast. She cried out against the pain but welcomed it as she ground herself against his knee. Spike almost came right then, the taste of her blood was like ambrosia. He suckled on her and licked his marks. He spun her around while un-wrapping the white skirt she had on. She now faced the wall only in her white silk thong.

Spike’s cold chest pressed against Buffy’s feverish back. He moved her hair to one side and trailed kisses down her shoulders to the middle of her back.

“Put your hands on the wall above your head,” he snarled at her as he dropped to his knees behind her.

The sound of his voice made Buffy shiver and she complied. Her hands splayed on the wall above her head. Spike grabbed her hips, spreading her legs wider and pulled her ass towards his face. He breathed deep and brought her quim to his mouth. He tasted her through the thin material of her panties, his tongue sliding along the damp silk. He licked her again and pulled her panties down, his tongue finding its way to her weeping cleft.

“Christ Buffy, you taste so good,” he said as he darted his tongue in and out her sheath. He flattened his tongue against her lips and licked from top to bottom, doing this several times. Buffy was pressed against the wall, her hands clinched into fists. Spike placed his cold mouth over her clit and sucked hard. He then thrust two fingers inside her waiting entrance making Buffy cry out. She started to move against his mouth and fingers, her juices in a steady stream into his mouth. Spike was glad he didn’t need to breath as he buried his whole face in her crotch wanting more of her in his mouth. Spike replaced his mouth with his hand on her clit and pinched while his other hand sawed in and out of her. Buffy was about to protest about the absence of his mouth when he bit her on the ass, his fangs penetrating the smooth globe of her skin.

Buffy cried out and came in a shudder. He took out his fangs and sucked deep on her blood, his hands never stopping their work on her body. Buffy shagged against the wall and Spike ceased his movement on her pussy. He licked his bite marks closing them before standing and unbuttoning his jeans.

Buffy looked over her shoulder at Spike who was taking his pants off. She wanted nothing more then to have the cold, pale column of his cock in her throat. She licked her lips eagerly as Spike’s eyes met hers.

“Next time luv,” he said as he stroked himself with his hand that was coated in her juices. He pushed her back up against the wall, her breasts smashed against the cold wall. Her nipples so hard they could cut holes in the plaster. Spike placed his hand on the small of her back and touched his head to the entrance of her body. Buffy spread her legs even wider in anticipation.

Spike eased his hard cock inside her tight body, his eyes rolling back in his head, Buffy moaning his name loudly. He held himself inside her, waiting for her to get accommodated to his large member. Buffy was in heaven, his shaft was just pure heaven. She leaned her head back and captured his lips in her mouth as Spike started to move within her.

They groaned against each other’s mouths, their bodies finding the rhythm. Spike held onto Buffy’s hips as he pounded away in her. She was clawing the wall with one hand while the other was holding onto Spike’s hip wanting him deeper, slamming harder.

“Spike, oh God, More. More,” Buffy yelled her voice echoing in the quiet classroom. The only other sounds were that of slapping flesh and heavy breathing.

Spike felt that familiar tingling in his sac and knew he was close. His face was alternating between his vamp and his human form. His demon telling him to take her, drink her blood dry. He blocked out his demon and continued his movements. His head was spinning and he was drunk with her intoxicating smell and feel.

“Fuck Slayer,” Spike cried out as she clenching her vaginal muscles around his hard shaft.

“So close Spike. So fucking close,” She moaned as she cocked her head to the side exposing the smooth column of her throat. Spike couldn’t resist and vamped out. He kissed her neck tenderly careful not to scratch her with his long fangs.

His amber eyes zeroed in on her throbbing and vein and he bit down hard.

“FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS,” Buffy screamed as she came, her body shuddering. Buffy grabbed his arm and bite down on his cold forearm, hard enough to draw blood.

Spike yelped at her throat and thrusted harder, cumming in large bursts inside her. Buffy licked the blood she had drawn and swallowed it, their bodies still pumping away at each other. Spike had withdrawn his fangs and pulled strongly on the blood seeping from his mark. With each pull Buffy came again screaming his name.

Spike licked his mark and whispered,” Mine,” against the back of her neck.

Buffy licked her mark and whispered,” Yours,” Against the whiteness of his forearm.

Both turned to look at one another, their lower halves still locked together.

Both of their faces mirrored with the same expression, surprise.

Where do we go from here? Was said silently between them.

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