The harsh lyrics and rhythm of heavy metal beat the walls of the garage.
   Sweat and grease covered Spike's face and hands as he rattled around under
   the front end of Willow's Thunderbird.

   "The things some blokes do for Tits & Ass," he muttered, positioning the
   wrench on a nut and giving it a particularly vicious tug. The wrench
   slipped and Spike cut his hand on something sharp. "Bugger!"

   Two days... A lot could happen in two days. In two days the world could
   end. In two days, he could kill over two hundred people. In two days, a
   certain redhead could grab hold of a bloke's nuts and twist them round and
   round till they were ready to pop off.

   Two days and he hadn't even gotten the effin' blow job she'd promised. Two
   days, and here he was slaving away under her car like some bloody grease
   monkey in order to get the heap o' trash running properly. "Sorry sod I
   am," he grumbled.

   "Are you?" an impish voice asked as a light weight settled on his lap.
   Spike yelped and dropped the wrench, damn near pounding his brains out on
   the engine.

   "What the?!" He looked and caught a glimpse of red hair and green eyes
   peering at him under the car. Confidently, Willow straddled his lap like a
   saddle. Spike immediately pushed out from under the car, moving smoothly
   along the garage floor with the strength of his arms. As soon as his torso
   and head were clear, Willow leaned forward and draped her body over his
   sprawled form.

   Staring into her eyes, he spied mischief and malice in the emerald depths.
   "Cor Red, make some noise next time." Mentally, he cursed. A human
   shouldn't have been able to sneak up on him. A brief, sloppy kiss landed on
   the side of his mouth. Spike instantly wiped away the red smear she left on
   his cheek with the back of his hand.

   She smelled clean, of soap and shampoo. Strands of damp hair clung to her
   nape, telling Spike that she had come straight over from a shower. Damn but
   he was pleased to see her. It had been nearly 24 hours since their last
   encounter, and he hadn't gotten laid then either.

   His music switched off as she reached for the boom box. "If you played
   your music any louder, the entire Legion could march up on you unannounced,"
   she informed him dryly. She sat up.

   "What the fuck is the Legion?" he asked but was too distracted to even care
   about the answer. Willow leaned over and grabbed her bag. She rummaged
   through it and extracted a small red bottle before tossing the backpack
   aside.

   "What's that?" Spike demanded suspiciously.

   "You'll see," she purred. She knelt and moved further down his prone form
   until she straddled his upper thighs. Spike's hips nearly exploded off the
   cement floor as she reached for his fly and his entire body jumped.
   Finally...!!!

   Her generous mouth parted as she licked at her lips and her fingernails
   trailed lightly over that tempting bulge in his jeans. "I promised you
   something," she teased, digging her fingernails into his denim-encased cock.
   It was brutal. He loved it.

   "Damn right you did an' it's time to pay the Piper, Red." He smirked,
   making a point of acting cavalier. He didn't give a rat's arse if she blew
   him or gum.

   "Yeah right," said her look. A lesser demon might have wept as Willow
   eased down the zipper of his tight fitting black jeans. She slipped two
   fingers inside to press down his cock and yanked the zipper the rest of the
   way open. Spike moaned.

   Fuck oh fuck oh fuck! He was more than ready to give it the old one-two!
   Open up baby! Blow that whistle and full steam ahead! Choo choo! Here
   came the Spike Express number five!!

   His exuberant cock trampolined into her open hands. "Oooh!" she cooed.
   "It's so cute!"

   His fists slapped the cement floor causing a crack and Spike's closed eyes
   sprang open. "Bollocks!" he exclaimed, immensely insulted. "More there
   than you've seen the likes of before." Chipless, he would have ripped out
   her throat for such a slight.

   "If you say so," she replied with the distinct note of humoring. Her eyes
   glinted wickedly. "You're just like a Shetland pony hung like a
   Clydesdale." She grasped his straining cock and massaged the soft flesh of
   his iron length.

   "Damn right an' don't you imply otherwise." His sex-crazed mind missed
   that she had gotten away with calling his stature small. He had fixated on
   her first slur. The Big Bad didn't take that sort of shit from anyone...
   especially a woman who had to use both hands to grasp all of him.

   "Wouldn't dream of it." She giggled and squeezed Spike hard enough to
   force the blood out of his dick and into his body. His face blurred into
   game face and he growled a low warning but he managed to keep it hard and
   keep it up. Finally, she grunted and let go of his cock.

   Willow grabbed the small red bottle and uncapped it. Spike watched with
   detachment while she upended the bottle and smeared his member with
   something slimy and cold. It reeked of cinnamon. "What the hell is that?"

   "Flavored massage oil," she replied, lowering her face with her tongue
   extended. "It heats up with friction. On humans it gets pretty hot, so I
   figure it might just make a vampire combust." She exhaled heavily on him.

   "Great! Now I'm being used-AHHHHHHHH AH AH! OH MAN! SHIT!" It was hot.

   The very tip of her dexterous tongue circled the crown of his cock. "Say
   please," she demanded, caressing that tip with her supple lips as she
   pressed a little kiss upon him. "I want you to beg."

   "Nuh uh." He wasn't begging for that little bit of teasing but he was
   enjoying the show. Willow looked good bent over his prick with her red
   locks falling about her face. She wore a tight leather skirt and a low cut
   blouse, which he could see straight down from his vantage point.

   Her talented tongue swirled slowly about the head of his cock and her hands
   slid down his length with a long, sure stroke. One cradled his sac and the
   other strayed even deeper between his thighs. Spike jumped as a single
   digit wedged into his crease and then another. "Peaches, pet, luv, ducks,
   sweets..."

   In a fit of pique, Willow slapped his dick. Hard. Her hand slammed down
   onto his cock, smashing it into his rock solid abdomen. "Bloody hell!"
   Spike hissed.

   "Mistress or Willow," she admonished.

   "Oi, nice girls aren't supposed to know...know." His voice trembled as her
   fingers applied firm expert pressure to his sensitive prostate. His eyes
   crossed. "Oi..."

   "I'm not a nice girl." She smirked at his incoherence and opened her lips,
   taking his cock into her mouth. Hissing and groaning, Spike thrust toward
   her and she consumed him.

   She was right, she was right. The oil that coated his dick heated up like
   a broiler oven as it came into contact with friction, saliva, and the warmth
   of a mortal mouth. It had been a damn long while since the Big Bad had
   violated a human's mouth and throat.

   She gave some of the best head he had ever gotten. Nearly beside himself
   with delirium, Spike couldn't understand how the petite redhead had mastered
   fellatio to such an extent. His unraveling mind calculated decades if not
   centuries of experience. Willow's skill rivaled even Drusilla's. He
   wondered if her face bore the same expression of dreamy submission Dru had
   always worn.

   Spike checked and Willow's expression wasn't anywhere close to submission.
   It was masterful. She was intent and aroused, getting off on the searing
   heat and pressure searing his cock to ash. She noticed his glance and her
   expression hardened with sadism. Cruelly, she just stopped. Her mouth
   withdrew and her hand grabbed the base of his cock hard to cut off an
   orgasm.

   He snarled low in warning and her palm slapped his dick again. WHACK. His
   balls bounced like ping pong balls. "OW! FUCK!" Spike howled.

   "Beg me Spike," she purred, still fondling his quivering member. "Say
   pretty please an' I'll let you come." She coddled him as he thrust toward
   her but denied him further contact with her lips and tongue until he said
   the words she wanted to hear.

   Spike growled again but Willow refused to yield to his yellow glare. She
   wouldn't give in and waiting was hurting Spike a hell of a lot more than it
   was hurting her. "Please," he forced the word past his razor sharp teeth.

   "Good boy." Her laughter floated on the air about them and she bent again.
   Engulfed. Heat. He suffered a second death and rebirth. He stopped and
   he started all over again. Spike closed his eyes and finally found the true
   meaning of being flogged as she beat the unloving crap out of the ol' Big &
   Bad.

   He came. And sweet Jesus Christ and Mary, did he come. His balls
   tightened and the pressure built until his cock erupted, blowing his wad so
   hard that it might have gone into orbit. It was a miracle Willow didn't
   have a hole in the back of her head. The violence of his orgasm activated
   his bleeding chip, causing so much pain that William the Bloody passed out.

   Afterward, Spike woke with a splitting headache, still sprawled out on the
   cold cement floor. His pants were open and pushed past his hips. Cum
   pooled on the garage floor beneath him. Willow hadn't swallowed.

   A scrapping sound startled him and Spike opened his eyes. His head hurt
   too much to move. Seeing that he was all right, Willow picked up her bag.
   "Where're you going?" he demanded. She looked ready to leave and she'd only
   just arrived. He hadn't hardly seen or spoken with her since they bought
   the Thunderbird together on Monday.

   Willow sighed. "I've got a paper to research tonight. Sorry lover. I'll
   make it up to you tomorrow." She blew him a kiss and flitted from the room
   before he recovered.

   "Right! Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am!" Spike swore and patted down his
   front pocket until he found his smokes. Still lying flat on his back, naked
   in a pool of cum, he lit a fag and contemplated the ceiling. "Leave. See
   if I care. I got what was coming to me!"

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