Title: Back To Good 

Author: Aerin

Email: aerin@witchery.faithweb.com

Feedback: Is always appreciated

Distribution: Will eventually be archived at the very unfinished http://www.witchery.faithweb.com

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and WB own it all, I’m another one of those poor student types

Rating: NC-17 (Contains non-consensual sex, nasty words, and violent violence)

Spoilers: A little bit of Primeval

Couples: The focus is Spike and Willow but a couple of other people get dragged in

Warning: Character death. And did I mention that it’s a rough ride?

Summary: Spike gets rid of that chip and throws a big, bloody party

Note 1: I’ve never seen the end of Season Three, let alone Season Four and The Yoko Factor / Primeval. So if anything doesn’t sound right, please just shrug it off.

Note 2: I really wanted to write something different and non-fluffy, and get completely carried away. It’s been so long since I had a decent spot of violence :)
Dedication: To Inell, whose Restless Nights I came across the other day. Good grief, girl!
 
 

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 Part 1

Spike busted the lock on Buffy and Willow’s door with a quick jerk of the handle. He casually opened the door, slipping into the room with relief that Willow had not reversed her invitation.
 
 

He glanced over the books on Willow’s side of the room – she was a lot bloody tidier than Slutty – and shook his head at the titles. He sat in her chair and booted up her computer.
 
 

It failed to ask him for a password, and he rolled his eyes at her innocence. She had an enormous blind spot when it came to safety and security, trusting in life and others and her friends. Idiocy.
 
 

He closed his eyes briefly, in some form of prayer, as he found the file he wanted. The chit had a digital copy of one of the most powerful sorcery texts of all time, neatly labeled under its Latin title, and in a file named ‘Spell Texts’. Which had a shortcut on the desktop. Well, duh.
 
 

He ran a quick search through the document, finding the pages he needed with ease. They were printed in seconds, and he quickly erased the immediate evidence that he had been in the room and the files.
 
 

As he stood, he briefly reflected the bitching session Angelus had had after killing the school teacher, about how the great secrets of the past were put within the access of anyone, how computer disks and printouts could be carried anywhere, how the Internet could almost instantly send the same information anywhere in the world. Crazy. The human race just kept working out better and better ways to die.
 
 

Spike folded the papers into his duster pocket, and quietly left the room, the only trace of his presence a broken lock.
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

The crypt was lit with candles. He wasn’t sure if they were really necessary, but they were in the spell book, so here he was, sitting like a poof amongst dozens of glowing candles. How very fun.
 
 

The little piles of herbs in their four clay pots were smoking away, giving him the restless urge for a fag. He squashed it down, adding the suppression to the demon that was chattering anxiously in the back of his head. You’d think that if they both bloody wanted this, the thing would keep its mouth shut.
 
 

Spike closed his eyes and repeated the chant that he had memorized. The scent of smoldering herbs eased into an antiseptic smell, and the darkness of the crypt to the glare of fluorescent lighting.
 
 

He opened his eyes.
 
 

“Fuck me,” he whispered to himself, his eyes falling onto a figure down the corridor. The blond stalked out of the complex, his duster swinging irritably about his ankles. Spike’s sharp eyes examined the figure’s collar, and breathed an unnecessary sigh of relief as he realized he was wearing the right shirt.
 
 

*Here goes fuckin’ nothing … at least if the bloody bugger doesn’t do it, he might realize and kill me.*
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

Adam turned irritably as Spike re-entered the room.
 
 

“I don’t believe you’ve succeeded yet. The Slayer is still not where I want her.”
 
 

“Yeah, uh, well. The witch. Willow. The … perky one. She doesn’t listen to me. Thinks I’m sweet. _Nice_.”
 
 

Adam regarded him, his expression smoothing.
 
 

“She must like you.”
 
 

“Well, I’ve been thinking that. But if she _believes_ in me … I don’t think I’ll be helpin’ your plan when I’m still like this. I think she’ll just ignore me. As usual.”
 
 

“You’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”
 
 

“I’ve been doing a lot of non-killing.”
 
 

Adam paused, then waved his hand at the two boys. “Do it.”
 
 

The dead one handed him a large hunk of rubber. “You might want to bite down on this.”
 
 

Spike shoved the rubber in his mouth. His hands were trembling, but whether he died or lived now, he didn’t much care. It’d either be better, or it’d be over. And either way, the moment his body disappeared, his memory would flicker out from the second timeline.
 
 

Robo-man and Farm Boy ran their hands over the side of his head, then a scanning device. Catching the beep, they cut a quick line into his scalp. He hissed around the rubber as he smelled the blood, fighting back the demon.
 
 

His head pounded, blocking out the murmurs between the two Initiative freaks. They cut further into his head, slipping through the skin and pulling something forth.
 
 

The dead one moved in front of him, holding the small chip in Spike’s face, waggling the jumbo pair of tweezers from side to side.
 
 

“You want to keep this for the tooth fairy?”
 
 

Riley cleaned the wound and wrapped a length of white bandage about Spike’s head.
 
 

“I want …” Spike rasped. “I want to kill you.”
 
 

No pain. Spike grimaced.
 
 

“But you’re already dead. Iowa, I want to kill _you_.”
 
 

Riley looked at him impassively.
 
 

“You’ve got a chip. You might not count … goddamn …”
 
 

Adam moved towards him, pointing to the door.
 
 

“Find out. And do your work.”
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

As he moved through the corridor, his dead flesh and skin knitting over the wound, he thought about hurting people. Hurting humans. Hitting them and biting them and drinking their beautiful blood. His head only hurt where it had been cut, there was no mind-searing pain.
 
 

But he really had to find someone to drink, to be sure.
 
 

The girl stood frowning at a soda machine, deep in the dark halls of the campus. She hit the front of the machine, trying to get her can.
 
 

“Can I help you with that?” he asked sweetly, moving close.
 
 

She turned, her long, dark blond hair falling over her shoulders. She stared up at him with big, dark eyes. She looked so tasty …
 
 

“I can’t get my Coke out,” she said helplessly.
 
 

“Well, let me try now,” he said in concern, stepping beside her as if to move right to the machine.
 
 

In the instant before she stepped back, he slammed his hand over her mouth and her back into the glass front of the machine. She whimpered against his hand, and then screamed mutedly as his demon face slid forward.
 
 

He ripped into her throat, the feeling of fangs slicing into flesh and blood almost orgasmic. At the first mouthful, he lifted her further into his mouth, forcing great gulps of
 
 

*dark hot red sweet life*
 
 

her into him. He drank hungrily, ecstatically, addictively, until she faltered against his hand, her delicate heartbeat shivering to a stop.
 
 

*Oh I did it, I did it!*
 
 

He let her fall carelessly to the floor, wanting to dance about the campus drinking them all dry. But he had a place to be, no use getting caught up in the downfall of the Initiative a second time.
 
 

Spike ran over the reversal chant in his head. Satisfied that he was right, he shut his eyes and repeated the words.
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

Bellyful of human blood. Fresh blood.
 
 

He lay on the cold stone floor, languishing in the light of candles which had melted and pooled closer to the ground in his absence.
 
 

He could taste her, smell her, feel her essence.
 
 

He grinned happily, then bounded to his feet in a balletic movement, bowing to an imaginary audience.
 
 

“The Great Spike! The Mighty Spike! The fuckin’ demon of Sunnydale is BACK!” he crowed, pumping a triumphant fist into the air. No Initiative. The trust of a Slayer and her friends. And a lovely, fully functional pair of fangs.
 
 

Part 2

The little blond swung open her door hesitantly, her funny-ass mouth all concerned.
 
 

“S-Spike?”
 
 

He nodded, his face a picture of boredom.
 
 

“I’m errand boy for the bloody Slayer, luv. Chubs and your little girlfriend are all in danger and we’re meeting at some warehouse once she’s got her weapon collection. She asked if you have some, uh, some …”
 
 

He lifted his hand and squinted at the blue biro smear.
 
 

“Odrake root. Odrakes root? Uh …”
 
 

“Odraken root? Y-yes, I do, j-just a minute.”
 
 

She dashed away from him, flinging open a drawer or two before rushing back with a handful of dried roots and a jacket. He lounged at the barrier of her room, fixing it with a sneer.
 
 

“H-how are we getting there?” she asked, her face flushed with worry.
 
 

“Well, I drive,” he returned shortly, stalking down the hall with her scurrying after him.
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

She walked innocently in front of him, through the double doors and into the dark warehouse. He slid the lock quietly behind him, and silently stepped behind her.
 
 

“S-Spike?” she asked softly, turning and gasping as her face met with his chest.
 
 

“T-T-Tara?” he asked back, mockingly.
 
 

She shot him a hurt look, and then fear fell across her features.
 
 

“Where are they? W-Where’s Willow?”
 
 

”Not here,” he grinned, and punched that annoying mouth.
 
 

Her scream choked off as she slumped to the floor, and he casually grabbed her collar and hauled her over to the bed he’d set up. He had to remember this sort of thing, an abandoned furniture warehouse really cut down on the shopping.
 
 

She looked far more fetching with a bloody and swollen mouth, her wrists and ankles wrapped in chains. He bound an old T shirt about her mouth, then helped himself to a little snack.
 
 

The blood thrilled through his veins, and suddenly he couldn’t be bothered with his first plan anymore. He had a few more urgent needs right now.
 
 

He slapped her face casually, and again. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked up, terror flooding them as she realized where she was.
 
 

“Do you know,” he asked casually, “what I’ve heard about lesbians?”
 
 

She swallowed raggedly behind the gag, drawing his eyes to her bloodied throat. It was a bit messy, but he felt like being an over-indulgent eater for a bit. He licked his lips and returned his icy gaze to hers.
 
 

“I’ve heard that all they need is a good … stiff … cock … to break them out of it.”
 
 

Her eyes widened in panic, and he roughly ripped her little T shirt open. She wore a white bra that clasped in front, and he cocked his head, his lips pressed together in mock gratitude.
 
 

“How convenient.”
 
 

He flicked the clasp open with a casual gesture, and she screamed against the gag.
 
 

“Not very effective, cutie. And, oh, there’s no-one around for miles. What a _shame_.”
 
 

His fingers moved to the hem of her long skirt, ripping it down the middle, right to the waistband. She was struggling, but the chains held her body steady, and tears leaked down her face as he tugged down her underwear. He threw her knickers and her sneakers across the room, and she desperately pressed her knees together.
 
 

He gave her the grinning face of a demon, and grabbed a handful of her hair. He slammed the back of her head against the headboard, and she moaned against the gag, fresh tears flooding her face.
 
 

“Now, with Willow, I’m going to have some fun,” he said seriously. “But you … I’m just going to fuck.”
 
 

She flinched at his idle words, and he grinned again as he freed his hard cock from his jeans. He ran his fingers over her throat, then himself, covering both with her blood.
 
 

“Buckle up,” he told her cockily, shivering at the desperation in her eyes.
 
 

She was tight and dry as he thrust into her, his mouth finding her breast and biting deep. Fresh blood spurted into his throat, and he groaned against her trembling skin. She sobbed deeply as he rutted between her legs, crying out into the gag as he grabbed her breast, swelling more blood up. He came quickly, the spurts of cold seed flooding into her.
 
 

Spike pushed himself off the girl, blood smeared across his changed features, a grin once more on his mouth.
 
 

“Well, little fucktoy, that was just great. Still a lesbian?”
 
 

Her eyes focused a little, tearing up again as she looked at him. She nodded angrily, but he merely laughed, wiping her blood from his mouth with his long tongue.
 
 

“We’ll try again later. But I’ve got an errand to run for now.”
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

“Are you always feeding your face?”
 
 

Xander’s expression was a cross of guilt and annoyance, scrunching the wrapper of his candy bar in his hand.
 
 

“Are you always bitching?” he snapped back.
 
 

“While I’m bloody stuck with you lot, yes as a matter of fact. It drives me crazy.”
 
 

“Buffy’d be more than happy to stake you, just say the word, Spike.”
 
 

“But then you’d _miss_ me, Chubs.”
 
 

“What do you want, Spike? Blood? Money?”
 
 

“If you’ve got them, I’m not sayin’ no …”
 
 

“But that isn’t why you’re here?”
 
 

“I can change my plans. I don’t mind. How much money are you going to give me?”
 
 

“I’m not giving you any money! I don’t have any money! Why are you here?”
 
 

“Oh, right. Um, big danger, I’m roundin’ up the troops. And we are going to … uh …”
 
 

Spike drew a scrap of paper out of his pocket, twisting it round until he could read it.
 
 

“Anderson’s Family Furniture Funhouse! Oh, whoops, that’s Warehouse. Damn, I thought it was a carnival.”
 
 

Xander rolled his eyes.
 
 

“I’ll grab my coat, Homer.”
 
 

Spike’s eyes narrowed. “Are you likening me to that git, Homer Simpson?”
 
 

“Spike, I’m likening you to a moron.”
 
 

“Like you’re one to bloody talk,” Spike grumbled, following the boy to the car.
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

“Are you sure this is the place?”
 
 

“Damn right I am,” Spike answered, grinning widely as he picked up an iron bar from beside the door. He belted the boy across the back of the head, watching him fall bonelessly to the floor.
 
 

“Honey, I’m home!” he called, slinging the unconscious wanker over his shoulder. He already had a chair waiting for him, a pale blue and white striped armchair. He couldn’t wait to see the chair drenched in red.
 
 

He wrapped the chains about the boy, his eyes flicking to his neck. Bugger that. No way was he drinking Chubs’s blood, that was just … icky.
 
 

He turned to his frigid little companion.
 
 

“And have we got a kiss for daddy?”
 
 

Her jaw and eyes hardened, and he shrugged.
 
 

“I’ll just take one, then.”
 
 

He bit into the breast he had left unmarked, sucking the blood that welled up and then moving his mouth over and biting again. When her breast was littered with red bites and rivulets of blood, he moved his mouth over to the opposite breast. She flinched back, and he looked her in the eye, smirking.
 
 

“Sssh, baby, I don’t _bite_.”
 
 

He swept his tongue around her nipple, and she made a muffled sound. He sucked at the puckered tip tenderly, feeling it swell under his tongue. He let the bud pop from his mouth, and traced it with his finger, drawing it over her flesh and into the nest of dark blond curls. As he slid it across the lips of her cunt, he made a face of mock surprise.
 
 

“Why, you’re all _wet_. But I’m a _boy_! A nasty, icky, boy!”
 
 

His face was arrogant as he saw tears spill from her eyes again. And with the hatred, and anger, and fear he saw there, he also saw desperation and shame.
 
 

He unzipped his half-hard cock, stroking it to readiness while watching her cower. Fan-fucking-tastic feeling.
 
 

Her eyes moved to the chair where the boy was chained, and he followed her gaze.
 
 

“Oh, he’s still out, baby. We’ll just have to repeat the show later, I guess.”
 
 

Her eyes moved back to him, their depths hollow.
 
 

He thrust into her slower this time, enjoying the way her tight warmth squeezed his cock. Spike shifted his thumb to her clit, brushing it lightly as he thrust within her. He smirked at the liquid that began to flow around him, mocking her shamed eyes.
 
 

His balls tightened as he sped up, and he let the demon forth, sinking his fangs into the unhealed wound at her throat. His mouth, thumb and cock melted into the same rhythm, and he felt her walls clench helplessly at him as light-headed and without control, her body reached its peak.
 
 

He laughed as he came, spilling into her body as her limbs fell heavily back from him. The hatred in her eyes burned, but the flame only reflected her helplessness.
 
 

Part 3

“Oh my God, Spike!”
 
 

Spike sauntered casually over to Xander. His jeans were unbuttoned, and he was casually rubbing the head of his cock. The girl’s eyes followed him hollowly.
 
 

The boy took in his cock and panicked, thrashing against his chains. Spike watched him, stroking the hardening length.
 
 

“Get away from me, you … you fag! You lying, cheating, big gay freak!”
 
 

Spike rolled his eyes.
 
 

“Shut your whimperin’, Chubs. Just ’cause a vampire’ll stick it in anythin’ doesn’t mean one’ll stick it in _you_. Besides, I got my pretty baby here. Ain’t that right, pet?”
 
 

Xander’s eyes swung to the bed and Tara.
 
 

“Oh my God …” he babbled.
 
 

Spike grinned, picking up the witch’s peach colored knickers from the floor. He ripped them easily, and stretched the material across Xander’s mouth and around his head. He knotted them, uncaringly yanking tufts of the boy’s hair into the knot.
 
 

“How’s baby taste?” he asked cheerfully. “I’ve been thinking about tryin’ her myself, but you know, I just prefer it when there’s some blood involved. You know? That’s why virgins are so great. You fuck them, you suck them, a good time had by all. Well, except for them. But it’s great!”
 
 

Xander’s eyes were wide with fright, and he could hear the thudding of their hearts combine into a symphony worthy of him. The fear was thick in the room, and his cock throbbed at it.
 
 

He turned from the boy, shrugging his shirt off and hanging it neatly over another chair. He took an object from his pocket, then stripped completely, walking casually over to the bed.
 
 

“All this talk of blood has got me fucking horny,” he announced. Tara watched him silently, and he held up his left hand, displaying a pocket knife.
 
 

She shuddered as he flicked open the blade, letting it gleam in the light from the ceiling.
 
 

“Any requests?” he asked them both, running the tip across her collarbone, not quite hard enough to mark the surface of her skin. She flinched back from the blade, whimpering.
 
 

“‘Spike was here’? No, that’s too basic. ‘Everyone’s a lesbian until they get Spiked’? Too long, you’d bloody faint. Although,” he growled, causing her eyes to widen. “That doesn’t really matter much. Um, um, um. Tell you what. Fuck the pain. We’re going to give you … a willow tree. A weeping, fucking, bloody, willow tree.”
 
 

Tara screamed into the gag as the blade sliced into her skin. Really, really screamed. He cut the trunk first, opening two bites that had closed over again. Blood poured forth, streaming down her chest, and the hot, red smell of it called forth the demon. He lapped it as it welled up, in the pauses as he surveyed his artistry.
 
 

By the time he added the last branches, her eyes were glazed in shock, her body cold and shaking. Her chest wore a slim-trunked tree, its branches thin trails of open flesh and swelling blood.
 
 

He snapped the knife shut, tossing it beside the bed, and slid his chest across hers. She howled at the pain, tears bursting forth again, and sobbed as he ran his tongue across every line and branch.
 
 

When he sat back from her his chest was smeared with blood.
 
 

“You know, if I’d been neater, I could’ve had my own willow tree,” he mused. “But you just tasted so darn good.”
 
 

He shoved his aching cock into her cunt. She was dry and tight again, moaning with each thrust. He moved his mouth to her shoulder, biting into the unblemished skin and sucking more of her life into his body. Her heartbeat faltered a little, and he felt her limbs relax heavily against him. He finished quickly, pulling out and spilling onto the unconscious girl’s stomach.
 
 

Spike grinned at his thick seed at the base of the red willow tree.
 
 

“There’s some kind of symbolism in that,” he chuckled in Xander’s direction. “Now, if you’ll excuse me … baby’s almost done, and we have another guest to come.”
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

“Spike! Hey. Hello, Spike.”
 
 

“Pet, you know how I’m your favorite vampire?”
 
 

“The only vampire I know apart from Angel?”
 
 

“Well, that too. But we’re bestest bestest buds, right?”
 
 

“Um … sure. Sure we are. I guess.”
 
 

“Well, I’ve got a new place. Moved out of the crypt. And, and I was wonderin’ …”
 
 

He watched her face soften as she looked at him, at his ‘Please Help Me, I’m All Poofy’ expression.
 
 

“Do you think you could have a look at it? You know, give me decorating ideas and stuff?”
 
 

Her eyes were thrilled. “Oh, oh, I’d love to! Can we go now? Do you like cornflower blue? What are your thoughts on stripes?”
 
 

“Calm down, luv, you haven’t even seen it yet.”
 
 

“Well let’s go!”
 
 

She bounced up and down eagerly, and he led her to the car, smirking in the dark.
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

She was in front of him as she approached the doors, skipping in delight. He pretended he was going to unlock it, but instead grabbed her hair, slamming the side of her head into the hard wood. She slumped at his feet, and he picked her up in his arms, humming as he walked inside.
 
 

He tossed her on the bed, picking up the last of his chains and binding her hands together. He then wound the chain about the bed post, lifting her hands above her head. He admired the way the position lifted her small, tempting breasts, and then picked his switchblade up off the floor and sliced off her clothes.
 
 

Willow’s head had a bloody, already bruised cut on her forehead, and he ran his tongue over it, tasting the sweetness of her.
 
 

She gasped and came awake, struggling at her chains. As she saw him, she swallowed.
 
 

“Spike” she said dully.
 
 

“Spike,” he confirmed, jumping off the bed. “And the Oscar goes to … me! You’d think you chumps would be slightly more clued in, but no. I love this town. You’re all bloody brain dead.”
 
 

Willow’s eyes fell to the opposite end of the bed.
 
 

“Tara!” she shrieked. “Tara!”
 
 

The blonde moved her head sluggishly, but did not wake.
 
 

Willow moaned as she took in the state of her lover.
 
 

“Spike, what have you done to her? Let me go. Let her go!”
 
 

“Uh-uh, Red. And, well, hit her, I shagged her, I bit her, I shagged her again, I painted a portrait on her, and then I shagged her again. You’ll like the picture. It’s a willow. A weeping willow. But, tragically, she’s lost a lot of blood.”
 
 

“We have to get her to a hospital,” she pleaded.
 
 

“No, actually we don’t. This way, we get to watch her die. You know, I think she’s too far gone in any case. She really was delish.”
 
 

“Can’t you … turn her? She’s still alive, barely, oh Goddess, Tara.”
 
 

He pretended to think about it.
 
 

“Well … NO.”
 
 

“Spike, please, please.”
 
 

“But making vampires is evil, ducks,” Spike said innocently. “Besides, I don’t think she was bein’ all honest with you. She’s so cute when she comes, isn’t she?”
 
 

Willow stared at him in horror, tears rolling down her face.
 
 

“Who did this to you?”
 
 

He chucked her under the chin, shaking his head in mock accusation.
 
 

“You.”

Part 4

Willow’s gaze was on Tara as he stripped again, pleading with her lover to wake. From the faltering of her heartbeat, he knew that it wasn’t worth the bother.
 
 

He moved back to the bed, his cock already erect as he finally had the chance to make her his.
 
 

He knelt in front of her, and she finally looked at him. Her eyes widened as she saw his cock, and she gasped.
 
 

“What, little wolfie wasn’t this big?” he sneered, pumping his hand on himself as she watched, shaking her head.
 
 

“Did you ever suck him off, Red?”
 
 

“No – no please, please!”
 
 

“We’ve already done the begging scene, for your little baby doll there. And, pet … if you even think of biting …”
 
 

He waved a casual hand at a dark corner, and Willow’s eyes flared as she saw a figure come into focus.
 
 

“Chubs gets it.”
 
 

“Xander?” she asked faintly, and the boy’s head slumped in acknowledgement.
 
 

“So?” Spike asked, the head of his cock almost touching her lips.
 
 

Willow closed her eyes in resignation, her mouth dropping slightly open.
 
 

He slid the tip of his cock into her little mouth, watched her pink lips part and embrace his thick tool. She gagged a little with just the head, then determinedly took more inside her warm cavern.
 
 

“Suck,” he commanded harshly, then shivered as her warm tongue circled him. She licked and sucked his cock, and too soon he felt himself tighten. He had been thrusting lightly against her, and now he wanted to ram himself deep into that hot little mouth.
 
 

“Open your eyes,” he insisted, and she hesitantly obeyed. He wrapped his hands in her hair and began to fuck her mouth, spearing deeper each thrust.
 
 

“Relax your mouth and throat,” he advised, his hips rocking faster against her lips. Her eyes widened as she saw more and more of his cock slide within her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin. He groaned and shot his load, the thick cum pouring down her throat.
 
 

“Swallow it, take it all baby,” he growled, and she swallowed hastily. Tears began to trickle down her face again as he slid his cock from her mouth.
 
 

“What a waste of a mouth,” he snickered, looking at the body at the other end of the bed. Willow’s body shook with silent sobs as she realized the other girl was dead.
 
 

He walked over to the body, his hand sweeping through the still warm blood pooled on her stomach, remaining separate from his cold seed. His hand coated his cock with the girl’s blood, and then he licked his fingers as he began to harden again.
 
 

He licked each finger with a lingering tongue, watching the distraught girl. A single drop of his cum sat like a fat pearl at the corner of her mouth, and he grew fully erect with his eyes locked upon it.
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

Willow met his eyes angrily as he returned, although she blanched as she saw his blood-coated cock.
 
 

“You don’t want to do this, Spike,” she began, her voice panicked. She sounded as if she knew that begging would do no good.
 
 

“Oh, baby, I want to do this.”
 
 

“Let … let Xander go. You don’t want … him, do you?”
 
 

Spike burst out laughing as he heard Chubs rattle his chains.
 
 

“I told you, _Xander_, I’m not going to fuck you!” he sneered in the boy’s direction. “I’ve got _some_ bloody taste.”
 
 

He turned back to Willow.
 
 

“And I _don’t_ think so. Let Chubs go so he can find wherever Slutty is? No. No-one’s going to save you, no-one’s gettin’ off easy. It doesn’t work like that.”
 
 

He ran his finger over her chest and down to her dark red pubic hair, feeling her heart race in fear. Then he knelt in front of her again, his thumb and forefinger of each hand twisting her nipples. They hardened under his touch, and he bent his head to lick each peak slowly.
 
 

“I remember,” he said huskily, “the way your nipples poked through that fluffy little sweater, beggin’ for me to taste them. I should have sobered up and had you that night, made you a queen.”
 
 

Twin tracks of tears spilled down her pale cheeks. He cupped each breast, admiring the way they filled his hand.
 
 

“And I remember,” he continued, plumping each of her tits, thumbing her nipples faster. “That you promised to scream for me. Didn’t you wonder why I didn’t gag you? I’m going to make you scream … for me … and from me.”
 
 

He took her lips brutally, pinching her nipples. She struggled, twisting her own skin in his hands. In answer, he cupped her gently again, his mouth trailing kisses down her jaw and then her chest. He sucked briefly on each nipple, releasing them only when they were ripe and full.
 
 

Spike ran his hands over her thighs, parting them firmly. Willow tried to press her knees together, but he forced them apart, baring her soft pink lips to his gaze. His keen eyes caught a little of her honey already, and he smiled arrogantly.
 
 

She flinched back as his cool tongue touched her clit, brushing over the sensitive nub. He lapped at her, and felt her thighs stiffen as she fought for control. She tried to stifle a moan, and he licked the length of her dewy slit when he heard the noise. She arched involuntarily into his touch, and he stabbed his tongue roughly against her clit until she gasped.
 
 

Her legs sprawled wider and wider of her own volition, her wet core exposed. He sucked eagerly at her clit and lips, and she fucked his face eagerly. He halted his tongue, flicking it only occasionally at her nub, and she thrust toward him, whimpering.
 
 

He used his tongue to fuck her hole a little, pushing it deep into her and licking around her rim. Her cries grew louder, her spread legs shaking.
 
 

He pulled away from her suddenly, licking his lips. She shook with lust as she dazedly stared at him, trying to find speech.
 
 

“Beg, baby.”
 
 

Her mouth trembled, and she set her lips together. He stroked a cool finger over her clit, and she arched for the contact, seeking him even as he drew his hand to his mouth, lapping his tongue against her taste. Her eyes followed every stroke of his tongue, her breath ragged.
 
 

“Spike. Spike. Please,” she whispered, her mouth dry.
 
 

He arched a curious brow.
 
 

“Did you say something, pet?”
 
 

“Spike,” she said louder. He saw the boy shake his head in the dark corner, and grinned.
 
 

“Spike, please. Oh Goddess, please.”
 
 

He moved his head back between her legs, thumbing apart the lips of her cunt and running his tongue over her. He licked up toward her clit, then took the bud between his teeth, pulling gently.
 
 

Willow wailed and clamped his head in place with her thighs, her body arched against him. He twisted her between his tongue and lips, and she screamed, her body convulsing about him. A flood of her honey rushed against his mouth, and he licked her clean as she rode the tremors out.
 
 

As she relaxed, he lifted his head, sprawling casually on the bed with her thigh as a pillow.
 
 

“Now _that_ was fun. Chubs, you thought Red had some fun there, don’t you?”
 
 

Willow’s face was scarlet, shining with the two trails of tears again. He caught her eye and ran his hand knowingly over his aching cock.
 
 

“It’s time for the bad screaming now.”

Part 5

Spike closed his eyes briefly, opening golden ones as his face shifted. He took a deep sniff of the air, smelling the blood, arousal, and fear in the room.
 
 

“Scream,” he snapped at Willow, and she looked at him in confusion.
 
 

He ran his tongue over her shoulder, then ripped his fangs into it. She screamed as the skin tore, blood spilling quickly down her chest. He smeared it across her breasts with his hand, grinning, and slammed deep into her hot little cunt.
 
 

She gave a delightful scream as he filled her, her body forced back into the headboard of the bed. She was wet and tight at the same time, and he bit into her other shoulder, making her scream again in pain.
 
 

“Ask me to stop, baby,” he grunted, thrusting quickly into her.
 
 

“Stop!” she begged, her hands rattling at her chains.
 
 

“No,” he smirked, driving deeper into her cunt. “I’m going to keep fucking you, fucking you until you’re painted with that bitch’s blood and my cum.”
 
 

“You’re a monster!” she whimpered, then screamed again as he bit the soft skin of her breast.
 
 

“If you want me, what does that make you?” he sneered, and kissed her hard as his balls tightened. She bit his lip, and he bit back angrily. The blood in his mouth and the tingling pain was too much, and he spilled into her with a groan, pumping his cold load against her womb.
 
 

Spike pulled out of her as she sobbed, her lip red with their mixed blood. He pinched her nipple teasingly, then slid off the bed.
 
 

“Don’t go away, luv, I’ll be right back.”
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

Spike unwrapped the chains from the blond witch’s body, tossing her limp form onto the floor. Willow moaned as she saw the corpse fall, and he giggled.
 
 

“Don’t worry, she didn’t break, pet.”
 
 

He stalked back over to her, chaining her ankles tightly together.
 
 

“Bondage fun,” he whispered cheerfully in her ear, his fingers skating over her thighs.
 
 

He walked over to the boy, and cocked his head to one side.
 
 

“Excuse me Chubs, just a small question. Do you mind, now that I’ve got your best friend to suck me off and then raped her a bit, do you object at all if I fuck her ass?”
 
 

The boy struggled at his bonds angrily, shouting muffledly against the gag. He turned back to Willow, and shrugged.
 
 

“Chubs said to stick it in, luv.”
 
 

Spike picked up a tube of lubricant from where he had chucked it earlier, tossing it at Willow’s feet. He had liked the idea of greasing her up with the boy’s warm cream, but the thought of actually touching the boy made him want to heave. She had the worst taste in friends, really she did.
 
 

He unchained her hands, and drew them down. She flinched as pain shot through them, and could only watch as he bound them tightly together. He linked a longer chain to her wrists, and re-wrapped it about the headboard.
 
 

Spike turned her body over, running his hands over her round ass as it was thrust into the air. She was left kneeling, her thighs pressed tightly together, her weight awkwardly balanced between her knees and her numb arms.
 
 

He coated his half-erect cock liberally in the lubricant, and then whimsically drew a love heart with the clear gel on her ass. She hissed at the cold touch, her cheeks quivering enticingly.
 
 

Spike caressed her ass lovingly, kneading her firm cheeks. He spread the lubricant to her asshole, and she drew a long breath as he ran his finger round the small opening, playing with it. He gently bobbed his finger in the hole, greasing her for his cock.
 
 

Willow gave a guttural groan as he spread her ass and pushed one finger inside her. Her muscles clamped against him, and then he felt the painfully tight walls ease gradually as he sank the digit within.
 
 

He fucked her a little with the single finger, opening her to him. Then he added another finger, sliding them slowly within her. It was easier this time, her resistance less. By the time he slipped a third finger into the tight opening, she moved with him, keeping relaxed against the intrusion.
 
 

He wrapped the fingers of his other hand round his cock, spreading the lube over the head and shaft. He moved his hand in rhythm with his fingers in her tight hole, his cock soon standing ready, the tip shining with pre-ejaculate.
 
 

Spike guided the head of his cock to her hole, the lubricant thick on its rim and his tip. He slid firmly into her, forcing the small opening wide around the thick shaft. She moaned at the intrusion, tightening to block his entry.
 
 

He moved his hands to her hips, thrusting his own hips forward and pressing further inside the tight channel. Gradually, as she continued to cry out, he battered through the resistance, sliding deep inside her. He withdrew and thrust slowly again, moving deeper again. Despite his care, he felt her tear against the skin of his cock, and smelt the rich blood.
 
 

Willow grunted weakly in pain, and he selfishly pushed further into her. She stretched to take the full length of his cock, and he rubbed himself against her, his balls brushing her ass. He slid one hand from her hip to her still damp curls, finding her clit and rubbing it as he pressed into her.
 
 

Her groan became edgier, and she arched herself against him. He formed a pattern of long, even strokes of her clit, and then began to move his cock to the same rhythm. He grunted as he thrust newly into her tight ass, her walls giving his cock unbelievable pressure.
 
 

Spike began to fuck her hard, unable to maintain the control when she was so tight. He pushed deep within her, abandoning her clit to hold her hips firm as he thrust. She moaned again as he stretched her with his pace, and he slammed himself into her, throwing his head back as he yelled out. His cum spurted thickly into her, running down her thighs as he pulled out.
 
 

He panted unnecessarily, resting back on his heels, and his face returned to its human visage.
 
 

“Red, your first ass fucking. May there be many more to follow, baby.”
 
 

He kissed her shoulder, chuckling.
 
 

~ ~ ~
 
 

Spike unwound the chains from her ankles first, tossing the end on the floor and letting the links rattle heavily after. He then unbound her hands, forcing her arms behind her back and fastening the chains again.

She flinched as he sat her back, her weight once more resting on her now tender ass. Her shoulders were thrust back with the chains, and her breasts were enticingly lifted.
 
 

His mouth fell gently to her nipple, one hand lifting and caressing the flesh to his lips. He lay by her side, sucking on the pink peak, licking and nibbling to engorge it further. Willow let out an involuntary sigh as he worked, gentle, slow, and encouraging.
 
 

He traced his tongue over to her other nipple, and began the same work. Within moments she was straining her breasts against him, letting him suck her pale skin deep into his mouth.
 
 

The scent of her arousal dragged his cock back to life, and he rose to his hands and knees above her. His used his tongue to trace over her lips, and felt a thrill run through him as she poked her pink tongue out to touch his lightly. His mouth settled over hers, kissing her deeply, but softly.
 
 

He shifted one hand to her pussy, his fingers running through her growing arousal. His thumb worked on her clit, while his fingers traced her cunt lips and then pushed inside her hole. All the while her tongue thrust into his mouth, her breasts arched against his chest.
 
 

He twisted her slick clit between his thumb and fingers, and she bucked into his cock, moaning. Spike thrust casually against her juicy slit, and she began to pant against his mouth.
 
 

Willow let go of his mouth to gulp in air, and he rubbed her clit while pushing his fingers hard into her hole. She impaled herself further on his fingers, her groans of pleasure forming into words.
 
 

“Spike, fuck me, Spike, please,” she said breathily, her eyes closed and her head thrown back.
 
 

He chuckled and moved his hand from her clit, holding his cock and running it over her thrusting pussy.
 
 

“So … sometimes begging works,” he told her, positioning himself at her hole.
 
 

She opened her eyes again, the green orbs filled with desire that shoved down the shame that he could draw such a response from her body.
 
 

Their eyes were locked as he slowly filled her, his cock driving into her hot cunt. The thick honey she coated him in slurped noisily as he withdrew and then thrust deeply, iron control holding back the demon. His fingers found her clit again and teased her in the same hard rhythm, his cock pumping steadily into her.
 
 

She screamed his name as she came, her hips raised to meet his every thrust. Her walls clenched around him, coaxing his own release.
 
 

He moved his hand back to the bed, supporting himself with both his arms now. He surged powerfully within her, his cock pistoning in and out deeply as she trembled around him. He began to grunt her name with each thrust, and as his balls tightened, her legs locked around his back.
 
 

Spike freed his demon, his face changing as he pushed one last time inside her. He dropped his mouth to her neck, and ripped the flesh open as he yelled her name. Willow cried out, her breath already rattling as the blood spilled into his mouth.
 
 

He lay crushing her into the bed, hungrily sucking her blood as he filled her again with his dead seed. Her heartbeat faltered, and he sat up, grinning.
 
 

Her eyes were faded, and her pale skin was snowy as the ruby liquid continued to pump from her neck.
 
 

Spike lifted his wrist to his mouth and ripped it open with his fangs. Willow’s eyes flared, and she shook her head weakly as he pressed his arm to her mouth. She refused to drink, keeping her mouth shut and turning her head away.
 
 

“Uh-uh, pet,” he said sharply. He forced her head back and pinched her nose with his other hand. She quickly gasped for air, and he shoved the blood to her mouth.
 
 

“Drink it.”
 
 

Willow swallowed only when she needed to breathe against his arm at first, but as her blood continued to spill across her breasts, she sucked hungrily at the new blood.
 
 

She lost consciousness moments later, her head slumping forward as the trail of blood from her neck thinned. He began cleaning her up, savoring her rich flavor as he licked her skin clean.
 
 

And across the room the boy gave a loud, despairing groan as his best friend died.

Part 6

Willow sat up, his arm falling into her lap.  He sleepily turned his head,
watching the realization come over her face.  Her eyes moved to the body on the
floor, her nose twitching at the scent of blood.

She scowled, and he watched the demon’s features take over her face.

“Hungry,” she muttered, her eyes turning to him.

“Morning, baby,” he grinned, sliding his hand over her stomach.

“_Hungry_,” she repeated.  He laughed, pointing to the boy.

“All for you, pet.”

She slipped from the bed, stalking to where the boy was tied.  His eyes roamed
over her nude form, in the way she carried herself now.  She was delicious.

 “Xander,” Willow purred, her hands running over his chest.

Chubs awoke, instinctively drawing back from the ridges on her face.

“_Xander_,” she murmured again, and her fingers moved silkenly to the button of
his jeans.

“Hang on, pet,” Spike said icily, and she obediently dropped her hands, her
eyes seeking him as she turned.

He moved quickly to the dark corner, running a possessive hand over her breasts
and across her stomach, sliding down to pinch her clit.

“No-one … but me,” he ordered, kissing her brutally while his fingers played in
her slit.

She rubbed against him, sighing from habit as her neck arched back.

“What about … you both?” she whispered against his ear.

He considered.  What the hell.

“All right,” he shrugged, his hand moving to her ass, using her own cool juices
to lubricate her.

“Hot and cold,” she chuckled happily, and freed the boy’s cock from his jeans.
She took both rods in her cool fingers, stroking them with same sure touch.

Xander struggled in his bonds, but his cock rose steadily in her hand.  Spike’s
stood quickly ready, and he thrust against her hand.  As they both stood ready
and hard for her, she turned back to Xander, her hands running over his chest.

Willow ripped his shirt open, her hands sliding in to play with his nipples.
Her nails scratched over his neck, releasing thin trails of blood.

Spike hissed at the smell, rubbing the head of his cock against her pale, cool
ass cheeks.  He let the demon’s features slip forth, his hand rubbing her clit
and drawing her ass back against him.

Her tongue lapped at the trickles of blood on Xander’s chest, one hand
supporting his head, the other reaching back down to stroke his cock.  The boy
grunted, trying to thrust his cock forward into Willow.

She knelt up on the wide seat of the armchair, her ass thrust out invitingly.
He pushed a finger into her asshole, his fangs scraping over her shoulder.
Willow cried out at the touch, leaning over Xander and pulling his gag loose.
She gave the dead witch’s knickers a long lick, then tossed them aside, her
tongue lapping over Chubs’s lips.

“Willow,” the boy groaned, his cock jerking under her ministrations.  “Willow,
don’t, oh God no … God _yes_ ..”

Spike chuckled, pushing another finger inside her.  He could smell her honey,
feel it run thick from her slit and to his fingers.

Willow held her breast to the boy’s mouth, and Spike watched as Xander eagerly
sucked the tender skin in.  His enormous gob devoured the pink bud and a large
amount of the flesh, and she arched against his lips as they moved, her ass
still jutting out to suck in Spike’s fingers.

She pulled her breast from the boy, offering up the other to his tongue, which
circled the peak then hungrily took it into his mouth.  As he suckled at her,
Willow rose her hips, then sank deeply onto his cock.

Her free hand snaked back to clamp Spike’s ass, drawing him to her.  He moved
his own hand back to her hips, and pushed firmly into her ass.  Willow moaned
wildly as he filled her, arching against him.  His cock was embraced by the
snug passage, and he could feel the boy’s cock through the thin wall separating
them.

Spike pulled out and thrust again, pulling her with him and then impaling her
upon the boy again.  Each movement filled her and then drove both cocks deep
within her holes.  Her cunt was thick with her juice, slurping as she engulfed
the boy’s hot tool.

He drove within her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass as he
pushed her against the boy.  Over and over he slammed the three of them
together, and as his balls tightened he shifted his thumb to her clit, twisting
it as he thrust.

She screamed as he touched her, arcing against the boy.  Chubs groaned and
Spike could feel the throb of Willow’s walls and the boy’s cock as they both
came.  Willow pulled her nipple from Xander’s hot mouth, and her head fell to
his neck, fangs sinking deep.

The boy screamed, his hips still jerking as he pumped his living cream into
her.  Spike felt a shiver down his spine at the death wail, and thrust deep
into Willow’s tight hole.  His fangs lashed into her shoulder, and she screamed
and came again, her mouth spilling some of Xander’s dark blood.  He exploded
inside her, pumping her with his cold, dead seed.

Willow’s head fell back against his chest, and he angled his mouth to kiss her,
screwing up his nose at the boy’s blood.  She tangled his wet tongue with hers,
tasting the blood that had first come from him.

He pulled her away from Chubs’s now soft cock, watching as the boy slipped into
unconsciousness, the last of his blood slowly streaming from his neck.

“Bye bye, Xander,” Willow said cheerfully, turning to throw her arms around
Spike’s neck for another kiss.

~ ~ ~

As his mouth released her, Willow pulled away and took in the sight and smells
of the warehouse.  He dimly remembered the sensory overload of the first night
as a vampire, the first time you fucked, the first time you drank of the
living.

She skipped over to Tara, her delicate fingers running over the red lines
marring the blonde’s skin.

“Baby, you drew me a willow tree,” Willow giggled, smiling as she looked back
at him.

“And brought you a present,” Spike smirked, waving at the lifeless form of
Chubs.

“Can I get you a present now?” she asked archly, running over and leaping into
his embrace.  Her cool little tongue lapped at his neck, and he ran his fingers
over her ass.

“What kind of present, pet?” he questioned, as she squirmed against him.

“The Slayer,” Willow smiled, her eyes dark with evil pleasure.

~ ~ ~

Willow hissed as she opened the door to her dorm room, unable to move inside.
He laughed, and stepped inside, dragging the bag of chains they had brought
along.  She moved restlessly outside, dressed in only her jeans, sneakers and
one of his shirts, her nipples hard buttons beneath the red silk.  He gave in
and held out his hand to her.

“Come in, baby.”

She smiled as she walked into the room, running her fingers across his hand and
then up his arm.  Her lips met his hungrily, and he lifted her, dragging her
body over his before letting her mouth slip free.  He pointed to the phone.

Willow pouted, but picked up the receiver, her fingers trailing over the
numbers to Riley’s room.

“Riley?  This is Willow.  Riley, is Buffy there?  I have to speak to Buffy!”

Spike smirked at her tearful voice, lounging on her pretty little bed.

“Buff?  Buffy, it’s me.  I’m at the dorm, me and Spike … oh Goddess, it’s
Xander, and T-T-Tara, and I think we were followed, you have to come home … Oh
Goddess Xander!”

Spike covered his mouth with her pillow, trying to keep from shouting with
laughter.  She was brilliant.

Willow hung up the phone and moved to her desk drawer, rifling through it
quickly.  She hissed as she reached past a small collection of crucifixes, and
drew out a cloth and a small bottle.

“Chloroform,” she said in a sexy tone, shoving the drawer shut and straddling
him.

“Uh, she’s not going to be long, pet,” he warned, and she ran her tongue over
his face before moving off him.  She bounced around the room with the soaked
cloth in her hands, pulling photographs of herself with her friends off the
walls and ripping them to pieces.  She paused as she moved in front of the
mirror.

“No me!”

A key slipped into the door, and she stalked silently behind it, waiting ready.

“Spike?” Buffy asked as she spotted him, prone on the bed.  “Spike, where’s
Willow?”

Willow shut the door and covered Buffy’s mouth and nose with pad, forcing the
blonde girl against the door.

Buffy looked confused, and tried to speak.  Suddenly her eyes flared, and she
looked at Willow in horror.  She struggled to free herself, but the chemicals
worked quickly and eyes drifted shut.

Willow dragged the slayer to the girl’s bed, throwing her face down onto the
spread.  She ripped her brief outfit roughly from her body, her nails leaving
rough scratches.  Spike sat up, pulling a chain from the bag and wrapping her
wrists in it.  Willow bound her feet together, and then they chained her to
each end of the bed.

Willow ran her finger down Buffy’s spine, turning pleading eyes to Spike.

“Would you rape her for me?”

He made a face, and she sighed.

“She isn’t even awake to play,” she shrugged regretfully.  Then her eyes lit
up.  “But you could give me your knife.”

He handed her his switchblade with a grin, and she flicked it open.  He
watched, hardening, as she ran the blade over her tongue, drawing her blood.
Spike stepped forward and caught her mouth in a bruising kiss, sucking at the
dark liquid.  She kissed him hungrily, then pushed him back, her eyes returning
to the tan canvas in front of her.

She pondered Buffy’s skin, running her hands over the firm flesh, her fingers
diving between the blonde’s legs.

“Slayer’s been naughty,” she giggled, showing him the white cream covering her
fingers.  He grimaced mockingly as she licked her hand of Riley’s efforts.

“Yuck, the taste of Iowa.”

“Not as nice as my Spike,” she agreed, her eyes wandering over his body.  She
shook her head with a grin, turning back to the Slayer’s back.

Her mouth set in a faint smile, and she cut into the girl’s back with sure
strokes.  Buffy whimpered but stayed unconscious.

Spike sat back down on her bed, watching her tongue poke out of the corner of
her mouth as she concentrated.  Finally, she laid the last line in the flesh
above the girl’s round ass, and she bent her head to clean away the smeared
blood.  He watched her lap hungrily at the taste, helping the wounds to seal.

Willow raised her head, her eyes golden.  Her mouth was red and swollen, and he
moved lustfully to her side.

“Present,” she said insistently, and his eyes fell to the girl.

‘Willow 4 Spike 4 eva’ was written the length of her smooth flesh, and he
grinned.

“Nothing like signing your work, luv.  Ta for the present.”

He took her mouth, his hands sliding beneath the shirt she wore.  She
unbuttoned it as he cupped her breasts, then pulled his hands lose to slip free
his duster, and yank his t-shirt over his head.

He crushed her into the bed, and she wiggled herself against his jean-clad
erection as she kicked off her shoes.  Spike arched his naked chest into her
breasts, slipping his shirt loose from her shoulders.  His hands cupped her
again, thumbing her nipples as her fingers quickly freed his cock.

He rolled over as her cool fingers wrapped firmly around him, and slid his
hands to her jeans.  His cock bucked against her touch as she worked him
quickly, and he hurriedly unbuttoned and pulled down the denim.  Her thumbs
rubbed beneath the head and he snarled, his face shifting.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him.  His cock sunk into her cool cunt
in one hard thrust, her honey pooling over his length.  She cooed as he filled
her, then bent her head down and bit his nipple.

As she lifted her head, her mouth bloody, he slammed into her again, dragging
her hips towards him as his own hips rose to impale her.  The rough movement
bounced her tits before his eyes, and he leant his head forward to bite her
rosy peak.

She ran her hands over the mark he left, then over his bloody chest.  Willow
then touched the mixed blood to his mouth, running her fingers over his cool
lips and in to touch his tongue.

He roared at their combined taste, pistoning his cock into her grasping cunt.
She threw her head back, moving her hips to meet him at each thrust.  Her legs
were held immobile by her half-shed jeans, and so her slippery hole was tight
on his cock.

She dipped her fingers into his blood again, and moved her hand to her clit,
rubbing as she bucked against him.  She screamed his name as she throbbed
around him, dropping her head to bite his neck.  He bit into her neck at the
same time, the blood between them continuing to circle.  He yowled against her
skin as he spurted inside her, feeling as if it could never end.

~ ~ ~

Willow stood on Buffy’s bed, shucking her jeans free.  He could see her cunt
lips thick with cream; his, Chubs’s, and her own, and he licked his lips at the
thought of eating her out.  Now that the moron was dead, who the fuck cared?

She stood at Buffy’s drawers, pawing through the mounds of clothing.  He
watched with interest as she pulled items out.

Willow was taller than Buffy, and so the bright red shirt she donned sat high
above her hips.  She left half the buttons loose, and when she moved her arms
she displayed the fine curves of her breasts.

She donned black leather pants next, sliding the tight material over her pale
skin.  They were cut low, her flat stomach revealed.  She toyed idly with her
navel.

“Remind me to get a piercing,” she said casually, then slipped into a
high-heeled pair of leather boots, the laces climbing right to her knees.

“Noted,” he smirked, tucking his cock back into his jeans.  He shrugged back
into his shirt and duster, then ran his finger in circles over the back of the
Slayer’s neck.

Willow turned and smiled.

“It must be dinner time.”

~ ~ ~

Spike drove the car gleefully through the ‘Welcome to Sunnydale’ sign, and then
roared back onto the highway.  His fingers laced through Willow’s, and she
exchanged a smile with him, her tongue running around her lips as she tasted
the last drops of Slayer blood.

“Taste good, luv?” he teased, his own mouth and throat rich with power.

She hesitated.  “It tastes _strong_  Fills me … with power.  With need … with
want.”

“What do you want?” he questioned, his fingers pressing hard against hers.

“You,” she grinned.  “You, and blood, and you, and blood, and you …”

She rested against his shoulder, repeating the words under her breath as he
accelerated into the night.

“You, and blood, and you …”

END
 

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