Author: Buffonia

Email: Buffonia@hotmail.com

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Summary: Sometime in Season 4 after Hush but before Willow’s secret is out. Spike is spying on Willow and stumbles upon something he really wants to get in on…

Pairing: Willow/Tara, Spike/ himself (for Part 1 only)
 
 

~Part 1~ Waking The Dead

Spike could smell her before he saw her. A tickling scent of jasmine ringing through his head made him turn. She looked smashing; it was as if he was seeing her for the first time. Fiery red hair bouncing as she swayed. Her emerald eyes knowingly scanning the landscape for some small beastie or Big Bad. He lingered just behind her peripheral vision.

Her skirt was relatively shorter than usual, and her shirt revealing a bit of cleavage. She looked like quite the nummy treat. Had he not been defanged she would have been more than just an appetizer. Hell, she would have been the four course meal and dessert.

Spike wanted to know what Red was up to. Why she was all dolled up. Did she have a date? Something panged him in his silent chest at the though of her dressing up to suck face with some loser. She stopped at a bench and sat there looking around, but this time her search had purpose. So she* is* meeting someone.

From behind some bushes he kept his blue eyes on her as she idly smoothed her skirt or fixed her hair. He glanced around a bit looking for the jerk that was making her wait. But all he saw was a blonde girl making her way towards Willow with a smile. Ah, so its ladies night tonight. A wave of relief hit Spike as the girl greeted Willow. Just going to the Bronze to meet some… The girl was kissing Willow. Willow was kissing the girl.

Spike blinked repeatedly. Bloody hell… This was not your run-of-the-mill-Merry-Christmas-Aunt-Agnes kiss. This was missed-you-after-five-bloody-minutes-of-not-seeing-you-let’s-have-a-sampling-of-your-breakfast kiss. Willow’s hand moved from the girl’s cheek, down her back and rested on her buttocks. Cor, Red’s gone and left the team. His eyes again raked over her body… Bottom of the ninth, bases loaded and she just walked off the bloody field. He shook his head, reaching in his duster he retrieved his flask and took a swig.

The blonde girl’s hands weren’t so shy either, they moved up over Willow’s shirt to her breasts. Spike glanced around, hoping no one could see this. Here I am sippin’ booze from a flask and spying on some little girl’s lesbian make out session from the bushes. Bloody immoral it is!

They broke the kiss and holding hands, strolled away together. Spike shrugged : good thing I got no morals. He followed them, trying to keep his distance enough so they wouldn’t notice him but he wanted to hear what they were saying.

"Change of plans. Buffy’s in the dorm room so we need to be somewhere that is else. Is your dorm free?"

The blonde girl shook her head. "My roommate is studying for a Sociology midterm."

"Well, that’s frustrating ‘cause I just can’t seem to keep my hands off you!" Willow giggled mischievously and pulled the girl in for another long liplock.

"Will.." The girl smiled between smooches. "Stop…" She broke the kiss as a group of college students sauntered by.

No. Please don’t.

"Oooh! I know where we can go!" Willow’s face lit up. And she leaned in and whispered in the girl’s ear, who frowned disapprovingly at the secret suggestion.

"I dunno Willow, thats kinda dangerous for this time of night, don’t you think?"

"No, who could mess with us? We can fend off some pesky vamps, our power is way strong when combined. Between the two of us we’re like the hulk. If he was less green and looked good in skirts." Willow smiled confidently. "C’mon Tara, pretty please?"

She gave in and smiled "It’s only because I can’t say no to you when you make that face. Vixen…" Willow took her by the hand and they made their way to someplace they could get more privacy. Or so they thought.

Spike for the first time looked over the girl, Tara. Nice body, cute face. Red’s got good taste in women. Taking another swig of whiskey he shook his head in disbelief, never thinking he’d ever hear himself think such a thing.

They made their way through the gates of one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries. It just happened to be the one that Spike was residing in. Willow gently pushed the girl up against a statue of an angel.

Spike clenched his jaw. This was getting very, very entertaining. He began to feel the familiar remnants of his arousal. He took a seat on a nearby yet out of sight headstone and lit up a smoke. His blue eyes glittered with excitement as he watched Red remove her jacket and unbutton the blonde girl’s blouse. He was impressed how skilled they were at undressing one another while feverishly kissing.

Soon the girl’s long skirt was hiked up around her waist and she was wearing only a lacy red bra. Her legs wrapped around Red’s waist. Spike’s hand made his way down his pants and he started massaging his hard member. Not even blinking as he watched Will’s hand rhythmically rub the blonde over her panties. Tara moaned in want.

"I want you in me…" She gasped. At those words Spike started pumping his cold shaft and growled deep in his throat. Willow sucked on Tara’s neck and suddenly forced three fingers into her hot wetness. Making both blondes scream in pleasure.

"Oh God, Willow, harder please…" Tara liked it hard and fast, and by the looks of it Willow was more than happy to oblige. Faster and faster Willow pumped the blonde beauty as she made her way with her mouth to the girl’s breasts. Sucking and lightly biting, teasing the nipples. The vampire was barely able to keep up with them; he was going to cum soon.

Which worked out nicely because Tara came just then. Screaming, as Willow playfully pinched her clit. Bringing Spike to his own release. This sure beats watching scrambled bits on the telly. The girls were kissing in post-orgasmic bliss as Tara eased her feet back on the ground.

"My turn" Willow said gleefully as Tara nodded with a devilish smile. They lay on the ground, Tara straddling Willow and massaging her breasts with one hand as the other was poised gracefully on her cheek. Spike’s erection flared up again as he watched the little redheaded witch writhe with ecstasy beneath the girl’s groping hands. The blonde muttered an inaudible phrase that ripped open Willow’s shirt exposing her braless breasts. Tara kissed Willow down her chest, her pale abdomen and delved into the depths beneath her skirt. Her tongue flicking over the warm liquids of Willow’s wetness. Teasing her clit with furiously skilled fingers. Each one of Red’s cries pulsated throughout Spike’s body.

Realizing what he was doing, he frowned. Morals or no, this is a bleedin’ crime! I’m pathetic! Sitting here jackin’ off? Not much my style… He stood, tucking himself back in his pants, and with a too loud

"Bugger this" he made his way towards the couple. "Evenin’ ladies…"

Tara yelped and jumped up in shock. "W-We were j-j-just mourning…" Then looked down at her open blouse and crossed her arms. With a raised brow, Spike snorted in amusement. Willow looked up with a frown, upset that her lovin’ got interrupted.

"Spike….?" She was shocked and sexually frustrated. "Don’t worry Tara I know him." She adjusted her skirt and reluctantly sat up.

"Is he a fr-friend of yours?" She stammered.

"Yeah, sure." Willow rolled her eyes.

"W-why is he here?"

"That’s a good question, let’s ask him… What the hell are you doing here Spike?"

The bleached blond vamp smirked. "What am I doin’ here? It’s late at night, in a graveyard, and all of a sudden I need reason to be here? Besides I’m not the one half-naked, getting’ my jollies over the graves of the dead." Willow looked down at her exposed breasts.

"Oops" she flushed and whispered something that patched her shirt up like new.

"Move over Martha Stewart." Spike raised a brow. "So, pet, keepin’ a few secrets I see."

Willow bit her bottom lip. "About that Spike, Buffy doesn’t know very much about uh…" She glanced at Tara who looked away in embarrassment. "A few of my lifestyle, um, arrangements so If you could…not mention this ..."

"Don’t worry, love, your secrets safe with me." Trying to play the situation to his advantage. The smell of their arousals was surging straight to his throbbing erection. "But you know, not all of us are as lucky as you; some of us are incredibly sexually depraved as of late. And if the slayer is kickin’ my arse for info one of these days then I don’t know if something might slip out accidentally and…"

Willow rolled her eyes. "Done, I’ll get Buffy off your back. Deal?"

"Not what I meant, Red…" Spike tilted his head to the side, sexual desire dripping with each word. "I don’t need anyone off my back these days. Kinda lookin' for the opposite if you know what I mean." His lust-filled gaze raked over both girls. Tara’s eyes widened and she looked pleadingly at Willow who returned her look with a creased brow and a head shake.

"Spike, I really hope you’re not suggesting what I think…" He smiled his confirmation. "We’re not porn stars Spike, we’re lovers…"

"Oh I don’t know if you should go discriminatin’ perfectly good job titles, love, you put on quite a show…" His smile grew wickeder. "Between your handiwork and her vocals I could have gone at it all night, and from the looks of it so could you…"

"Spike you’re a perve. We are not going to have sex with you…right?" She glanced at Tara. The blonde hesitated. "Um, time out?"

"Right then, have a bit of a conference, I’ll be waiting right here…" And he watched as they walked a few paces over, where they thought they were out of range. But his vampyrical senses heightened as they whispered.

"Tara, are you sure your okay with this…"

"Um, I-I think so. I mean he is sexy, for a guy, and we did say we wanted to try some new things."

"Yeah, but, boys? Isn’t that like new universe for you?"

"I’ve only been with one or two, but I’m not completely clueless. As long as we know that we love each other"

"Of course!" Willow squealed. "I love you so much." They kissed and Spike’s insides danced.

They walked back over.

"We accept your terms, but just realize, no one finds out!" Spike smiled and nodded.

"Come on ladies, the love nest is just a few crypts over this way…" Spike walked with giddy, childish steps. The two lovers held hands and tentatively followed.
 

~Part 2~ A Whole New World

Spike held the door open for them as they entered his crypt.  He smiled wickedly as they passed him, his eyes undressing them. Shutting the door, he leaned against it lighting up a smoke. He offered the pack to Tara who shook her head.

"Can I take your jackets ladies?" Spike said with mock chivalry.
"Uh, sure." Willow replied, hesitantly removing her long coat and Tara's and handing them to Spike.

"Right then." He looked around and tossed them in a heap on a less dusty portion of the crypt floor as Willow rolled her eyes.
The girls kind of stood there close to each other awkwardly trying to divert their gaze from his stare. In an effort to break the tension Tara spoke.

"S-so have you lived in the cemetery long?" Her question was greeted by an intimidating silence as he prolonged the drag of his cigarette.
"Haven’t lived for quite a while, love." He smirked as a befuddled expression crossed her pretty features.
"Oh yeah!" Willow looked to her lover guiltily "Tara....um....Spike's not.... " She searched for words. "Like other boys..."
"Yeah" Spike grinned smugly "I'm special."
"Special?" Tara was still confused, and now a bit worried.
"Just remember he's not bad...I mean anymore" Willow corrected herself at Spike's disapproving glare. "He hasn’t tried to kill us for a while. See he's a vampire...but he won't...well... can't hurt anyone" She added as Tara's eyes went wide.
"A va-vampire?" She stammered with a stunned expression as she looked at him. He swaggered over to her, leaning in so his lips brushed her earlobe sensually.
"Don't worry love. I won't bite." He chuckled. "Well...not too hard." Tara gasped lightly.  He pulled away and looked at them both. "So cuties. Fancy a drink first?" He smiled as they nodded rapidly in unison.

 Spike walked to a corner where some liquor bottles, mostly empty ones, were piled. Randomly sniffing and checking bottles, he seemed satisfied with one and took a swig from it.

"Hope you two are keen on whiskey, 'cause I don't got no fruity little girl drinks." He handed the bottle to Willow who skeptically eyed Tara and took a small sip.
"Eew! I could barely stomach beer, this is just...gross." She wrinkled her nose and passed it to Tara, who recoiled as it neared her lips.

"Doesn't have to be" She smiled "Acerbus  Absentis." The whiskey swirled itself and turned pink.
"Half a mo! That was my last bottle. Can't get tankered on that froth like some poofdah."  Willow giggled and Tara murmured an apology as she took a gulp.
"S'alright" Spike grumbled, removing his flask from his duster. He was horny and getting impatient.  The girls passed the bottle back and forth, eyeing each other with growing smiles, until it was empty.  Tara had her arms wrapped around Willow stomach and was resting her head on Will's shoulder.  Taking a final swig from his flask, he tucked it back into his pocket and removed his duster. "If we're done with the nice formalities then..."

The girls eyed him with half smiles playing on their lips, his muscular chest a beautiful compliment on his slender frame. Platinum hair shining in the threads of light as he made his way to them, a seductively confident shimmer in his icy blue eyes.  He took the hand that was resting on Willow's hip and  unwound Tara until she was standing before him. His hands traveling up her arms to her flushing cheeks, leaning in to kiss her. It was softer than one might think he was capable of giving, but it had an underlying force to it. And he gently bit her lip as pulled away. She blushed and he could feel her shoulders tense beneath his grasp.

"Don’t be shy, pet." He said in a low almost demanding tone as he smiled. "We're all going to be bestest friends." And he pulled her closer, kissing her a bit rougher this time, with a passion to be expected of his nature. Her shoulders relaxed as the tension ran like honey to the depths between her legs.
 

The initial pangs of jealousy that tweaked Willow's insides as he kissed her, soon dissipated as her arousal reawakened. She walked up behind Spike and stood on her tiptoes to gain access to his neck, and with the tip of her tongue painted little circles on his cold flesh before sucking hard on the veins. This granted a low growl from Spike, his cock jumping to life as the heat emanating from the two beauties scorched his cool body. Willow's hands wandered to the front of tight pants and massaged the hardness they found. This produced another growl from the vampire.

It took all of Spike's willpower to break the delicious embrace.

"Not here." He breathlessly stated." More accommodating facilites. Below." With that he turned towards the rear of the crypt and pulled off a rug revealing a trap door. He lifted it quickly and disappeared beneath it. The girls, far too drunk and aroused to question, walked to the hole. They each proceeded down the ladder as Spike enjoyed his view from below. He led them over to the four post bed in the center of the secret chamber. He sat at the edge of the bed and   beckoned for the girls to accompany him.

Holding hands they walked before him and looked into eachothers eyes knowingly, hatching a plan via a silent language. They kneeled at each leg running small hands up his thighs. He reclined on the bed in overwhelming ecstasy. Four hands undid the fly and pulled the jeans down his legs as he kicked off his shoes, discarding the pants on to the ground. Willow and Tara exchanged a glance at the sight of his member. It was impressively large.

Willow put her pale hand to work on his rigid shaft and began to stroke slowly. Tara kissed her lover  and as they pulled away they brought their mouth down to where Willow's pace had quickened. Their hot tongues massaged to smooth skin of his erection and he was arching his back barely able to contain himself. The redhead's mouth moved up over the tip and met Tara's as they shared the taste of Spike in their kiss.  Willow's delicate fingers lightly rubbed the responsive flesh around the head of his cock, causing him to buck up and groan. His balls were cupped in Tara's palm and squeezed lightly as she rotated them in her grasp. This time, Spike screamed in pleasure. The girls once again licked his hardness, now planting butterfly kisses up and down its length; occasionally suckling the tip.  Then with an animalistic holler Spike came, spilling his cold seed into Willow's mouth and down her throat. Bloody hell! Red. Mouth. Bleedin' Hoover!

Spike lay their for a moment, his chest rising and falling unnecessarily. The two witches padded onto the bed and began groping one another incessantly. They were tearing their clothes off, sending assorted articles of clothing flying to the ground. Soon they were both in their panties and Willow was atop of Tara, a knee between her legs, her mouth moving down her chest to Tara's breasts. Tara was bucking in pleasure grinding her wetness into Willow's leg, moaning.

The blond vampire sat up and looked over at the lovers, the musky scent that filled his head caused him to quickly spring back into action. He stripped off his tight black shirt and moved in behind Willow, ripping off her panties. His hand trailed down her spine and over her buttocks to her slippery entrance. He slipped two fingers inside of her causing her to gasp out loud onto Tara's breasts. He twirled his fingers skillfully in and out until she was thoroughly soaked. His hands on her bare, pale hips he guided her onto his cock. Then he pulled almost completely out and impaled her with a sharp thrust making her scream. She was hot and tight around him like music on his body.

Her fingers found Tara's nub and desperately she rubbed it until Tara was moving with her and Spike's vicious rhythm. Spike leaned over Willow as he rode her and sucked on her neck, clenching his jaw as if trying to control himself, but even if he could have acted on any evil desire it was but a distant memory now. So he kissed and playfully nipped at her neck and ear as he slid in and out of her inviting depths. As Red's muscles began contracting around him, Tara signaled her climax  with an inwardly breathed scream, causing Willow to quake in her own crisis. Spike followed suit, relieving himself inside the pale beauty. Pulling out, he collapsed on the bed beside Tara who was buried beneath her exhausted lover's embrace.

Later that night....

"Come on vamps,  wake up and smell the blood." Buffy sighed. Her patrol had been dead. Not vamp dead either, dead dead. She decided to do one more lap before turning in. "Well Mr. Pointy guess there's no vamps getting any action tonight." She fiddled with her favorite stake as she meandered around the gravestones.  Then something caught her eye. There was something shiny on the ground. Buffy picked it up, it was bracelet; as she studied it her eyes grew wide.  It was Willows, Oz had given it to her. Buffy's eyes scanned the landscape frantically, why would her best friend be in the cemetery? She said she was going to the library...

Down a few yards was a crypt. Buffy bolted to it and threw the door open. She wrinkled her nose, *somebody had nested here...*  She gazed about the untidy room. There was a stash of liquor bottles and an all too familiar black duster tossed over a ratty old chair. With a roll of her pretty hazel eyes, Buffy shook her head and put her hands on her hips.

Then her gaze fell to her friend's jacket heaped on the ground. Her jaw dropped.
"That bastard." She seethed. Panic caught in her throat *If he did ANYTHING to Willow!* She looked around and saw the open trapdoor. She jumped down the hole.

Three naked bodies were cuddled beneath the covers of the large bed. Willow was spooned up against Spike and her head was laying on Tara's shoulder. Satisfied smile's rested on all their lips.

"OH. MY. GOD." Three pairs of eyes snapped open.
 

~Part 3~ Breaking The Rules

Nobody wanted to look, but they did. Willow shot up and looked around in total loss of words. Spike just smirked and reached for a handy pack of smokes, he figured he'd be a chimney for the next week to compensate last night's shagfest. "Hello cutie..."

Buffy just stood there, stake poised for the kill, flabbergasted. Her shocked and accusing gaze jumped from Tara to Willow to Spike and back again. Tara sat up and looked down, blushing profusely at the floor; while Willow kept opening and closing her mouth incessantly. Spike just kept on smirking.

"What the hell is this?" Buffy spat, her hazel eyes wide and her hands twitching as she clenched her fingers tighter around her wooden weapon.

"Uh...it's not what you think Buffy..." Willow said, finding her voice however small.

"Really..."Buffy's tone was dripping with angry sarcasm. " 'Cause it kinda looks like you're naked in a bed with Spike and another girl, this is just wrong Willow...nudity NOT withstanding!"

"Well, sure if you look at it that way I'm sure it seems like the bad far outweighs..." Red stammered "much of everything else...but there *is* a logical explanation." She finished not too reassuringly.

"Well at this point I'm thinking orgies..." Buffy blinked repeatedly in dramatic emphasis. "So logic has no place in this equation."

"Give us some tact, love..." Spike quipped with an amused grin. "It's a ménage-a-trois, orgy sounds plain vulgar."

"No input from you..." Buffy gestured threateningly with her stake, " ... unless it's where to sprinkle the ashes."  Spike put his hands up defensively, cigarette dangling from his lips as he spoke.

"Don't see why your so upset Slayer," His eyes traveled up and down her body. "Unless it's 'cause you weren't invited..." Buffy wrinkled her nose in disgust..

"Spike you're a..." Her eyes grew even wider as he stepped out from beneath the cover and raised a scarred brow. "....horse" She murmured. "Pig! I mean pig..." She corrected herself with a wince and covered her eyes.  "Pants.  Spike...you're indecent...physically this time!"

"Well you're the one who shoulda knocked Slayer..." He discarded the cigarette and approached her. Stopping just out of slaying reach.  "A bloke needs his privacy, you never know when acts of debauchery could be taking place." He chuckled.

Willow groaned at this remark. "Buffy, it's not completely Spike's fault. See...well...he walked in on me and Tara...and then..." She forced some choked laughter. "This is where it gets funny..."  Buffy pursed her lips and raised a finger to peek an eye out of.

"Why do I seriously doubt the presence of humor in this?" Came a sardonic retort.
"It's less jokey funny and more ironic than anything..." Tara piped in with false cheer.
"Spike was kind of blackmailing us, not that we were totally against it, but we didn't want him telling you that..." Willow trailed off nervously.  Tara slipped her hand into her lover's sweaty clasp and smiled reassuringly. "Well, me and Tara are...sorta...um...well.."

"Bloody hell" Spike rolled his eyes in an annoyed fashion. "The two girlies are shaggin' on the sly. And they cut me in on the action in exchange for a bit of silence." He grinned cocking his head to the side. "Although last night was anything but silent..."  The lovers exchanged a look and Willow bit her bottom lip anticipating her best friend's reaction to all of this.

"Oh..." Buffy's exhale was drawn out and slow. "Ohhhh..." Her hand fell from her face as the news settled in. Then at the sight of Spike she dropped her stake and slapped her palm back over her eyes. "So you thought having an orgy..." Spike cleared his throat obnoxiously. Buffy sighed and corrected herself  "ménage-a-trois, with Spike was the proper solution. And we call you the brain of the gang, because why?"

"Well it seemed right at the time, and then we had all that stuff to drink..." Willow looked up and saw Buff grind her teeth. "And then Spike was all sexy and bad ass."

"I was, wasn't I?" Spike smiled with a childish pride, Tara nodded politely in validation to him.
"Spike was sexy?" Buffy snorted. "I guess *this* is where the funny kicks in right?"
"Damn right I was." Spike frowned defensively. "I was a bloody stallion! Red tell her!" He whined.
"He was really good Buff..b-but that's not the point!" Willow stammered. "The point is are you okay with this?"

"I think we missed okay a few stops back, the Buffy train is pulling into the dry-mouth-shock station at the moment."    She quipped. "I just never expected something like this from you Will, you were always the most normal...Spike can you put some damn clothes on, I'm trying to have a moment!"

He muttered something under his breath as he slid his black denim jeans on. Buffy walked over to the bed and sat next to her friend. Willow had a nervous look on her face and Buffy put her hand on top of the witches'. "I just wish you had told me sooner, I could never not accept something that's apart of you Will. Always know that." Tara smiled at Willow and Willow beamed happily, hugging her best friend.
"I'm sorry for keeping it from you." Willow half-smiled apologetically.

"Don't be. I completely understand." Buffy's tone changed and she was a bit hesitant. "Completely."
A bemused expression crossed Willow's features. "How completely?" Now it was Buffy's turn to move her lips wordlessly. She looked down and then back at her friend again. Spike's ears perked up.

"Let's just say that the slayer bond between me and Faith led to one or two indiscretions." Buffy choked out.  "But I'm pretty sure I'm not...you know...not that there's anything wrong with it. It was just kind of experimental." Spike's dirty thoughts were hatching dirty plans. He moved a bit causing Buffy to glance in his direction and cringe. "Oh God, he's still here." He grinned and moved towards the bed, leaning on one of the posts.

"See..." He winked at Tara. "Bestest friends. So let's have it, pet." He shifted his focus to the blonde slayer   "What's the verdict? I'm thinking you liked it a little more than your fessin' up to..."
"I'm not gay Spike." Buffy crossed her arms indignantly. "Not that I care what you think."
"Course not. But I'm just thinking that it would be perfectly understandable for you to be pushed over the edge." Spike mustered up all he could to keep a smile from ruining his sympathetic façade. "What with all the luck you seem to not have with " He coughed the word "men."
"I'm so not gay Spike." She rose before him, defiance gleaming in her eyes that she kept trying to avert from his alabaster chest. "Just versatile."

"Sure." He leaned in closer to her, menacingly bending to her petite height. "Which stage is denial?" That did it. With supernatural speed her lips were on his, their tongues delving into each other's mouths; his cool tongue dancing with her hot, small one in a delicious kiss. She placed her hands on his slender hips and ground herself into the tightening bulge in the front of his pants. After a few minutes of this Buffy pulled back.

"Told...you...so..." She said breathlessly obviously blown away by what had meant to prove something. She couldn't quite remember what anymore, too many lusty feelings were sends shivers to her in the nicest way.

"Never doubted you for a second love." He grinned seductively and went in for another round, taking the tiny slayer by the waist, she compliantly wrapped her legs around his abdomen. He moved forward so that her back was leaning against the wall. They feverishly groped at one another as he kissed her  passionately,  like he needed to steal the breath from her lungs.

The two witches were still naked and under the covers. Willow smiled at her lover and beneath the seclusion of the sheets and moved her pale hand to the girl's thigh. Tara nodded with a sultry smile and leaned over to kiss Willow softly before the redhead disappeared beneath the silk and satin.

Spike had torn off Buffy's blouse and was taunting her nipples with his cool tongue and blunt teeth, while simultaneously rubbing her warmth over the light fabric of her panties. "Ungh...Spike!" Buffy moaned into his ear, causing him to grow harder by the moment. Swiftly he plunged two cold fingers into her searing depths causing her to scream in pleasure. *No more waiting*  He moved them away from the stability of the wall and  dropped her onto the unoccupied portion of the enormous bed.  She was wriggling out of her panties as Spike slapped the moving buttocks under the sheets causing Red  to yelp in surprise and surface on top of a writhing Tara.

"C'mon on now girlies this isn't a spectator sport." The platinum vamp growled while stripping off his pants. Willow and Tara scampered on top of the sheets. Spike lifted the slayer and lay back so she was straddling him. She lifted herself up and slowly impaled herself on his rigid length. She was so tight, that it caused them both to scream in ecstasy as she made her way down. She had never made love to anyone this large, even Angel paled in comparison.

Willow positioned herself behind her golden friend and began to slowly lick his balls. She reached a hand over and teased Buffy's swollen nub, producing a cry from both vampire and slayer. Tara leaned over and kissed Spike like he had kissed her earlier, with a fire she didn't know she possessed. This time it was she who bit his lip as they pulled away and she made her way down his neck. Buffy was picking up the pace, and Red's tongue was all over his sac.

"I want to taste you blondie." He murmured between ecstatic cries. Obligingly,  Tara lifted her leg over him so that her knees were touching his shoulders; granting his skilled tongue access to her heat. He lapped at her as her sweet liquids dripped into his mouth and he swallowed them hungrily. She lurched forward as her muscles betrayed her, finding stability in leaning her weight on her palms on his chest.

Her eyes met Buffy's lust filled gaze, as they each rode Spike, rising and falling like an orgasmic tide. His touch was cool as saltwater on their burning flesh. The girls leaned in over to share a sensual kiss, the tongues lingering as they exchanged shudders. All were nearing their crisis. Willow pinched Buffy's tender nub, causing the slayer's supernatural muscles to contract on Spike's hardness. Tara, Spike and Buffy all came at that moment. Their cries filled the chamber. The blonde witch climbed off of Spike reclined against the headboard. Buffy lay on his chest in utter exhaustion,  his fingers trailing up and down her spine.

Willow stood up and pouted. "What's this? Everyone's tuckered out?" Spike rolled Buffy off of him and sat up. Pulling the redhead to him he chuckled. "Not at all, pet. Just saving the best for last." He sat her on the bed and rose, gesturing with his gaze at the other girls. Buffy and Tara leaned over Willow. Tara kissed her lover sweetly as Buffy brought her mouth to a pale breast and closed her eyes as she sucked the nipple, circling it with her tongue. Willow gasped as Tara moved down to the other breast. Buffy's hand returned her friend's favor by toying with her clit and the other blonde slipped two fingers into her lover's wet heat.

Spike watched with a grin, a growl catching in his throat as he hardened once more. Climbing over to the three girls he lifted Willow and set her on all fours, Tara and Buffy sat up for a moment and watched. Spike massaged Willow's swollen flesh until his hand was wet enough to lubricate his length with. Slowly he eased himself into her rear. The two blonde girls winced skeptically. He rubbed her back soothingly and whispered encouragement until his member was buried in her buttocks. After the initial pain subsided Willow bit her bottom lip as overwhelming sensations engulfed her lithe body. Spike groaned and winced in pleasure as he repeatedly sheathed and unsheathed himself in her tight core. Buffy and Tara resumed their positions down Willow's body, this time stopping at her quivering heat. Two tongues slid and dived and flicked over Willow's wetness. Until the tidal waves of rapture caused her to arrive at her crisis, forcing Spike to arrive at his, spilling his cold seed into her.
 
 

Next evening : Scooby meeting at Giles'

"Tara, this is Anya." Xander gestured. "Anya, Tara."
"Are you a witch too?" Anya replied with bland curiosity.
"An..."  Xander's tone was scolding as Anya sighed in exasperation.
"I am very pleased to make your acquaintance." Anya stated in a too loud voice accompanied by a too fake smile.
"So what'd you girls do last night?" Xander looked as Buffy fiddled with Mr. Pointy and the witches exchanged a look.
"Not much." Will said as Tara shook her head in agreement.
"Action..." Buffy started as their heads snapped in her direction. "...movies. And pizza, we did the munchy thing. It was mostly a girl's night."
 

~Part 4~ Sex, Blackmail and Videotape

Willow was tossing and turning and had been all night, she glanced at her sleeping friend across the room before turning over once more. With a sigh, she sat up in capitulation. She hadn't been able to get a decent night's sleep since, well, since the night she didn't get a decent night's sleep. The night she and Tara and Spike and Buffy had... Willow bit her bottom lip. She still hadn't come to terms with the events that had taken place that night. She knew that she had enjoyed herself, that was obvious, she had had the most amazing orgasm ever. But it was still wierd. She had fooled around with her best friend, her worst enemy and the woman she loved, all at once. It was mind boggling. She didn't know how many levels there were to hell but she was pretty sure she was going to the lowest and hottest, fiery pit, fully equipped with eternal -

"You okay Will?" A groggy slayer sat up and yawned. Willow looked at her roommate and flushed.

"Yeah. Sure." She said hesitantly. "Just thinking."

"What about?" A slightly concerned expression invaded Buffy's sleep ridden features.

"Nothing much." Willow affirmed, hoping her friend wouldn't detect the trace of diffidence in her voice. "Witchy stuff. Spell like witchy stuff. With candles." It came out more like a question.

"Poker really isn't a good game for you." Buffy stated. "What's up?" The worry in her voice deepend as her friend began to chew incessantly on her lip. "Are you wigged about the other night?"  Her voice thinned out and Willow nodded. "Look, we are young and crazy kids. We've never had a normal unsex life." Buffy frowned. "And you know we've never really had normal sex lives either. What with my boinking the dead and you with the wolves and women. So really when you think about it, orgies were just inevitable. They're almost tame in comparison..." Buffy assured.

"Well if you put it like that..." Willow began feeling a little better. Then she scowled. "Wait no. We can blame the Hellmouth for a lot of things Buffy. Emphasis on a lot. But for orgies? That's when we need to cut the mystical convergence of energy in this town a little bit of slack."

"I know." Buffy exhaled slowly. "I can't really justify what we did. But it was kind of fun, right?" Her pretty features became resolute. "Not that we would ever do it again. Ever. It was just a weird situation that barreled out of control."

"Yeah." Willow agreed. "Okay. I can live with that. As long as our friendship doesn't suffer, then I guess it can be one of those nights we never talk about and only think about when we..." Buffy shot her a look and Willow caught herself mid-ramble. "...never touch ourselves and all of a sudden I am way sleepy." She finished sheepishly with a fake yawn.

"Of course our friendship won't suffer." Buffy was trying to convince herself more than anyone. "And no one will ever know. I won't say anything, you won't say anything, and, well, Tara rarely says anything in general so that just leaves..." Buffy's eyes widened as she trailed off.

* * * * * *

"Spike." The voice was a loud snarl that caused the vamp to shoot up into a sitting position in his bed.

"Whassat..." Spike's gaze fell on the trespasser and he quirked a scarred brow. "What's with the intrusion mate?" He tried to be nonchalant as he reached for a smoke but his body instinctively tensed for a fight. He sized up his opponent: big, four arms, mucus.

"I have a little business to talk with you."  The slimy demon looked like it would be hell to take on so Spike complied.

"What sort of business would that be?" Spike feigned interest as he lit his cigarette. The demon moved towards the bed until he was only a few feet away and Spike almost gagged at the odor it emitted.

"Seems like you've got a bit of a soft spot for the slayer." The anonymous creature croaked. "Or a hard one for that matter."

"What do you know of it?" Now Spike's interest was genuine and he furrowed his brow as he stood up. The demon laughed but it sounded like a choked growl.

"That it may be some heroic feat in the human world Spike." It paused to chuckle. "But you know the demon community is a little less liberal with it's medals. I think you have a good idea what might happen should word get out you were screwing the slayer and her little pals."

"Then I guess I'll just have to make sure 'word' stays exactly where it is..." Spike cocked his head to the side in an intimidating manner which produced another amused noise from his adversary as it held up something in it's claw-like extremity. Spike's eyes widened. "What's that?"

"Never seen a videocassette before in your unlife?" The demon held it just out of the vampire's reach. "Don't worry this is your copy. But first let me explain the rules." Spike pursed his cold lips. "There is another copy of this tape, I'm sure you can imagine what it contains. But if your imagination is feeling a bit blocked, you can always just pop this in the VCR and stroll down memory lane."

"What do you want?" Spike sneered. "Money? If you give me a few days I could..."

"The slayer." The demon interrupted. "I want to kill the slayer." A bemused expression overcame Spike's previous anger.

"How am I to help you with that mate?"  Spike queried. The monster placed its lower pair of hands on each of Spike's bare shoulders causing the vamp to grimace in disgust.  "I can't really hurt the girl all too much with this soddin' piece of metal in my brain. Believe me, I've tried."

"Oh I am aware of your limitations. I just need her in a vulnerable enough position to rip her spine out."

"And, lemme guess, if I don't feel like helping you dissect the bint..." Spike sighed. "You broadcast that little show over the underworld's equivalent of pay-per-view?"
The slime covered ogre nodded. "Right then."

"We'll keep in touch." It lowered a third arm to hand him the tape. "Oh and I wouldn't tell the slayer or do anything else that might put a hindrance on my plans. Unless you really want demon's lining up round the block for you. And I don't think they would be looking to date you, well, at least not all of them." It dissappeared into the tunnels.
Spike grumbled and slid on his jeans and shirt before setting off into the opposite direction.

* * * * * *
THE NEXT NIGHT: THE BRONZE

"So guess who is now working at the one and only Starbucks of Sunnydale?" Xander smiled looking at his friends' unimpressed expressions. "Oh come on guys, a little excitement for the boy who will soon be given the opportunity to spit in the latte's of the richer and better looking." Buffy smiled sympathetically and placed her small hand on his arm.

"We support you Xan. It just that you change jobs like other people change their underwear." She looked away and wrinkled her nose. "Well, someone who changes their underwear monthly. Which is extremely unhygenical and just gross." She looked back at him and removed her hand as they each gave her a puzzled look. "Sorry bad metaphor."

"Buffy's right." Willow piped in. "N-not about the underwear thing, because , well, disturbing mental place. But about the changing of the jobs quite frequently thing."

Xander sighed. "I know, I know. It's just that I'm really bad at sticking to one thing for too long. I'm non-sticky, it's my curse."  Anya made a small noise in her throat.

"That was intended to subtly hint at how hurt I was about your previous reference to your non-commital behavioral traits."  She stated causing Xander to sigh once more, this  time in exasperation.

"I didn't mean you Anya. For you, I'm sticky. Trust me, you are the only one I am giving orgasms to." Xander shrugged as his other friends raised their eyebrows. His girlfriend beamed at him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Aw, how sweet. Now I think I've only partially lost my appetite." Buffy quipped sarcastically as she turned to get up and buy some snacks. She rolled her eyes as Spike appeared in front of her. "Scratch that. Stomach is now officially non-functional." She sat back down on her stool and crossed her tan arms. "What do you want?"

"Need to bother you for a moment, luv." Spike said eyeing the other occupants of the table. Xander shot him a resentful look while Willow pretended to be enthralled with the band in order to divert her gaze from the vampire.

"Oh, don't sell yourself short kiddo." Buffy replied with mock encouragement. "You could never bother me for just a moment."

"Don't have time for the banter, pet."   He glared as he tugged her elbow.

"I am so not going anywhere with you." She shook her head in disgust. He smirked.

"Right then. So we should talk about the other night right now, in front of the whelp and his sex crazed demon." Buffy's eyes widened and Willow began to cough into her soda.  The slayer hopped up from her seat.

"You mean that patrol thing." Buffy said pointedly. "The vampire who I didn't get to stake but I surely will if he keeps talking..." Xander eyed them suspiciously. "...To his demon master. Okay let's go talk shop Spike." And she pulled him away.

"I am not a sex crazed demon." Muttered a hurt Anya. "I don't have any supernatural powers anymore."

Buffy shoved him against the wall when they were out of range of the table. "You are such a pig Spike." He smiled smugly as he studied her. She was wearing a white tube top that emphasized her tan and clung to her perky breasts. She placed her manicured hands on her leather-clad hips as she gestured for him to talk. "So what about the other night?"  He looked up at her.

"Right. We have a problem." He stated as her hazel eyes narrowed.

"Problem?" She probed.

"Unless you want it to go public and hell to break loose then..." He stopped as she threw her hands up in disgust.

"I knew it! I knew you would do this." She sighed angrily. "How much?" He was utterly baffled.

"How...much?" He repeated her words not seeing where she was going with this.

"Money..." She prolonged the word as if she were speaking to a small child or a complete idiot.

"Oh." He said and rolled his eyes. "This isn't about currency luv."

"This is so like you Spike." She sputtered. "Blackmailing me for sex."

"That's not what I..." His eyes glittered as an idea passed through them. "...would call it." He finished slowly. "Blackmail is such an ugly word. I like to think of it as a mutual understanding among friends."

"We are so not friends Spike." Buffy seethed.

"Business partners?" Spike smirked. She grabbed his arm and led him back to the table where her friends were still seated. She let go of him and grabbed her coat.

"You're going?" Xander looked from her to Spike. Buffy gave her friend a faux smile that he obviously took as genuine.

"Slayer stuff." She assured. "Might be back later."

"Yeah." Spike chuckled. "Depends on how long it takes for her to get her big nasties."  She yanked his arm, and he winked at the redhead before following the slayer out of the club.

"Now that was wierd. What was with Buffy and the bleached one?" Xander looked to Willow. Who blushed into her soda and shrugged.

"It looked like they were insinuating about sex." Anya replied indifferently. Xander laughed loudly and patted the brunette on her head.

"Right An." Looking at Willow he twirled his finger around his ear and gestured towards his ex-demon.

* * * * * *

"Are you crazy?" Buffy turned to him after they exited through the back of the Bronze into the deserted parking lot behind the building. He moved towards her, lightly pushing her against the brick.  "What makes you think I won't just stake you?"  Her hazel eyes shimmered defiantly.

"Because as good as that would make you feel..." He growled into her ear as his hand trailed up her bare thigh and under her skirt, beneath her panties. "It couldn't possibly compare to this." He plunged two fingers into her, grinning to feel how wet she already was. She gasped into him. He pulled out and brought her fingers to his mouth, licking the taste of her off of him.

"Let's just make something clear." She said before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hard. "I. Hate. You." She breathed.

"Ditto." He nodded before bringing his cool lips back to her warm ones. She shoved him to the ground and straddled him. His hands traveled up her smooth thighs and ripped off her thong. She undid his pants and freed his constricted member. Lifting herself slowly she descended upon him, a moan escaping her. Her heat surrounded him causing him to groan and shudder. She moved herself up and down his length, squeezing her slayer muscles at just the right moments. His cool hands massaged her breasts and moved down to her hips. Buffy's pace quickened as she neared climax. One of his hands disappeared beneath her skirt and began to taunt her swollen button. She screamed, tightening around him as he joined her in release. She collapsed onto his chest.

There was silence as Buffy regained control of her lungs. She finally opened her eyes and met his blue gaze. Quickly she disentangled herself from him and stood up.
Her knees a bit shaky from their tryst.  She smoothed her skirt down and he zipped himself back up.

"Uh...so." She shifted her weight and nervously glanced down at the vampire.

"Yeah..." He looked away and nodded slowly. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out with his lips he gestured towards her. "Smoke?"

"Ew." She looked appalled. Jolted back by his feeble attempt to break the tension she shook her head, spilling her blonde tresses over her exposed shoulders. With a turn of her heels she disappeared into the club.

* * * * * * *

She made her way back to the table only to find Xander sitting their alone, drumming his fingers and idly watching the band play.

"Hey where'd Willow and Anya go?" He turned at the sound of her voice.

"Willow said something about doing a spell and Anya was bored because..." Xander trailed off. "Why are you back so soon?"

"Oh, uh, by some wacky coincidence the vamp was right out back." Buffy tried to act casual. "So it spiked me, er, Spike staked me, I mean I dusted it and Spike went home." She laughed nervously. "Team Buffy is sadly behind in the verbal olympics tonight."

 "You're probably just tired."  Xander smiled and got up. "C'mon you can walk me home. Then you should go to bed and get rested up. Don't forget tomorrow night is vidfest at Xander's palace of fun!"  Buffy got up and walked with him to the door.

"Palace of fun?" Buffy raised a brow. "Did you recently acquire a stripjoint or are you just trying to glam up the fact that you live in a basement?"

"Neither." Xander sighed. "But I did buy some balloons and a disco ball. So it's not a total wash."  They left the club and headed home for the night.

* * * * * *

Willow didn't know what she was doing, she was following her feet and they seemed to be leading her towards the cemetery. This was stupid and dangerous and she knew it. With a sigh she stopped, caught between going home or heading to his crypt. The redhead wanted to know what Buffy and Spike had talked about, it obviously involved the other night and WIllow had been a part of it. Her insides froze as a noise came from the bushes. She exhaled in relief as she saw the object of fear was Spike.

"Oh good." Willow breathed. Spike peered at her. She seemed vaguely relieved to see him, yet tense at the same time. He noticed the small protrusions in her peasant blouse and realized she wasn't just relieved to see him.

"What are you doing all alone at this time of night pet?" Spike cupped his hand beneath her chin and lift her gaze to his. "Little girl like yourself could get into all sort of trouble. Never know when some big bad is looking for a spot of..." he looked her up and down. "fun." She shivered.

"Hey Spike." She pulled away from his grasp. "I was just coming to see you. To talk."

He smirked. "I bet."

"No really. I just wanted to talk to you about earlier. You and Buffy..."

"She told you about the blackmail did she?" He looked at her curiously.

"Blackmail?" Now Willow was confused. "You made her pay you?"

"Uh, yeah." Spike began. "I'm a bit low on quid, luv, and I offered a bit of silence in return." The redhead looked shocked.

"Spike th-that's so so..."

"Evil?" He finished rolling his eyes.

"Well, yeah. Pretty much." Willow looked down. "Besides, I don't have any money." Spike grinned assertively.

"There are other ways to compensate a bloke." Upon his remark Willow's gaze shot up to his chiseled features and he quirked a brow. "Well..."

"I don't think I could have sex with you Spike." Willow started. "Again." Granted, he was attractive, she reasoned. But she loved Tara and it was only okay last time because her lover had been there. Besides, she was still kinda sore.

"Worried about what ducks would think?" She nodded as he moved in slowly. His hand trailed down her spine and rested on her buttocks. "Could always say I took advantage of the situation. If it ever came up..." He kneeled in front of her and lifted up her ankle length skirt. His cool fingers grazing up her creamy flesh. He lightly tickled the skin beneath her underwear. She swallowed, feeling her internal resolve face crumble. Her knees weakened and he caught her as she slowly sank to the ground and lay back.

He hiked up skirt and pulled her garments out of the way. His tongue explored her depth. Tentatively toying with her nub and then licking her. She moaned in compliance. It wasn't cheating. It was blackmail. She was saving her lover's reputation. Her thoughts ran together as he began to swirl his skilled tongue in and out of her heat. She bucked her hips up to meet his mouth. Her juices ran over his tongue and he swallowed them, groaning as his arousal responded to her scent. Finally as he nibbled with blunt teeth on her button she came with a spine spasming and muscle wrenching orgasm.

* * * * * *

Spike had just walked the witch to her dorm room and was making his way back to the cemetery. He smiled to himself, he couldn't get over how his luck had changed in the past few days. He didn't think it could get better. Then he opened the crypt door and his jaw dropped at what was sitting nervously on a coffin inside.

"Ducks?" He looked over the wiccan. She was wearing a white slipdress that accentuated her curvacious body. Wasn't she supposed to be the shy one? She swallowed, obviously realizing how bold this was. Tara stood up and walked towards him.

"Um, hello." Her voice was dry and practically a whisper.   " I j-just came to see if..." She was losing the strand of nerve that she had thought she had. "I, um, I...left my hair elastic here." She closed her eyes when she realized how lame that sounded. Spike raised a brow and noted how sore his facial muscles were getting.

"Right. You came here for a hair accessory?" He mused.

"Uh. A lu-lucky hair a-accessory." She stammered. "I-it's charmed. To bring good luck."

"You seem to be doing just fine without it pet." He tucked a stray lock of blondeness behind her ear and she looked up at him.

"I love Willow." She stated softly yet clearly.

"And I love Passions." He concluded. "But it's not on the Telly right now, and Red isn't here. So... we'll just have to make our own fun." He leaned down and pulled her into a kiss.  Her body responded immediately to his touch. He hadn't recieved any pleasure in return from Red so he was still unfulfilled. And the angelic beauty in front of  him was reminding him of it quite nicely.  She mustered up the courage to push him forward while she kissed him, reclining him against the stone wall. She pulled his shirt over her head. Each small act of force on her part fed her sense of power and control. Something she hadn't tasted in a while. She knew that was why she came back to him.

Tara trailed her mouth down his alabaster chest. Pausing for only moment to suck and tease a nipple. She continued her tongue-paved journey down him and she undid his pants. He was groaning and running his fingers through her hair. She stroked his member softly at first and as it responsed she applied more pressure. Almost experimentally she ran a warm tongue up and down his shaft. He purred in delight. Then she blew on the slick path her saliva had made. He bucked his hips out, craving her mouth to envelope him. And she did. She took his length into her mouth and sucked up and down. Finally, he spasmed in release into the blonde witch's mouth. And he grinned as she leaned over to the side and spit it out.

Spike tucked himself back into his pants and reached a hand out to help her to her feet. With an embarrassed gleam in her eyes she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Sorry about that." She murmured looking away.

"S'ok luv." He kissed her, tasting himself in her mouth. "Once it's out of me I don't give a bloody hell where it goes. Your stomach, my den floor. Its all the same." She smiled sheepishly up at him.

"I should go."

"I'll walk you home pet."

* * * * * *

THE NEXT NIGHT

Spike was laying on his stomach watching television when the door opened. He turned, half expecting to see a parade of naked girls throwing themselves at him. Instead he saw a four armed mucus demon angrily making its way to him. Spike jumped to his feet in surprise. He had almost forgotten about his deal and cursed himself for not telling the slayer.

"Knocking is really against your religion in'nit?" Spike growled. Then two hands lifted him up by the neck while the other two pulled at his arms. "But then again you're probably not a very pious bloke..." He choked out.

"I want to kill the Slayer now." It's amusement from the night before seemed completely evaporated. "She killed two of my clan on a patrol last night. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say you had nothing to do with it."

'I'm not a bleedin' moron!" Spike spat. "I didn't tell the Slayer a thing." The demon released its grip and Spike fell to the ground.

"Get her here now!" It ordered.

"With what? I don't have a soddin' bat signal mate." Spike put his hands up defensively as the creature started towards him. "But I can give her a ring. There's a payphone about a block over. You just wait here and..."

"Don't play me for a fool. I'll come with you."

* * * * * *

Buffy grabbed her coat and reached for the door handle when the phone rang. She paused for a second to see who it was.

"Buffy!" Her mom shouted from upstairs. "It's for you."

With a roll of her pretty hazel eyes Buffy walked into the living room and picked up the phone. "Got it Mom!"  She heard her mom click the phone down.
"Xander, they are never going to have any good rentals left if you don't let me g-"

"Uh, slayer?"

"Spike?"  Buffy looked at the receiver in shock.

"Yeah. I need you to come to the crypt. Something important has come up."

"No! I have plans. Plans with people who don't periodically try to kill me or blackmail me. You know, friends."

"Slayer. You really should come to my crypt. Right now."

"Why? Give me a reason. A good reason Spike. Not a sex reason."

"So you're bringing weapons then?" He tried to hint to her.

"Weapons? Ew Spike I don't know what you had in mind but..."

"Yeah you never know what could be waiting for you." He gritted his teeth. Cursing the girl for being so numb. He had no doubt she could take this thing but he had to get her here before it killed him.

"Is that a threat?"

"Wha..? No! I mean..yeah. And you better come over here now and beat my arse down so..." The demon was pacing by the payphone.

"That's it. I'm so staking you, with a  wooden pointy stick. AFTER I rent a movie." She hung up.  He sighed and replaced the receiver. Turning to the demon with a nod, they made their way to the crypt to wait.

* * * * * *

"You get the original tape when I kill her Spike." It motioned to a plastic bag it held in one of its hands before retreating back into a shadowy corner. Spike took another drag of his cigarette and flicked his cigarette to the floor.

After twenty minutes the crypt door flew open. And the Slayer bound in, dropping her bag to the ground.

"Okay Spike where the hell are you." She mumbled.

"Hello cutie." He stepped in front of her and hugged her close.

"What the he..." He kissed her to shut her up and then murmured into her mouth. "Demon. Behind you."  She spun around to come face to face with huge challenger. She ducked evading a four handed chokehold. She kicked its leg hard enough to make it half-fall. Then she kneed it in the face. Spike rushed it from behind and held back to of its arms. Buffy punched it in the face, making it fall again.

Tara and Willow stood, stunned in the doorway. "Lentitudo" they hollered together. The demon's pace began to decelerate until he was moving completely in slow motion. Spike reached for its head and snapped its neck. It fell with normal speed to the floor. Buffy looked up at Spike and then slugged him.

"Half a mo!" He growled. "I helped you! Warned you even!"

"I wouldn't have gotten attacked if you hadn't phoned me over!" She yelled accusingly.

"Spike called you on the phone?" WIllow asked in a surprised tone. Buffy nodded.

"What are you guys doing here?" The slayer asked.

"W-we came to see if Spike wanted to come watch videos at Xander's tonight with us." Tara replied.

"We brought him some blood and everything.  We figured he'd prefer it to butter popcorn." Willow held up a shopping bag. Then she looked at the dead demon. "What was that all about?"

"When I find out, you'll be the first to know." Buffy turned to Spike. "What was that all about?"

"That bloke? Oh, he was blackmailing me about the shagging session we all had."

 "When were you going to tell me? Before or after you blackmailed me for sex a few more times?" Buffy's hands were on her hips and her eyes were raging.

"Hey!" Willow said slowly. "You said she paid you! That's why I thought I had to..." She stopped talking as everyone looked at her. "...pay you too." She finished in a small voice.

"You blackmailed Willow?" Buffy glared at him. "This is ridiculous." She pulled a stake and advanced on him.

"Stop!" Tara hollered. And they all looked up at the usually silent blonde girl. "Look w-we all have a few things these past few days we are probably not too proud of. But we are all friends here, well mostly. So let's just go to Xander's and watch videos and eat our popcorn and blood like civilized" She glanced at Spike. " things. And we can just forget about stuff until we are ready to process it."

"I like Ducks' plan." Spike eyed the wooden stake a few inches from his chest.

"Really? 'Cause I like mine better." Buffy quipped. Tara cleared her throat and gave Buffy a scolding look.

Buffy sighed and put her stake away. "I'm tired anyways." She grabbed her video bag and they followed her out the door.

* * * * * * *

"So what'd you get us at the vidstore Buff?" Xander rubbed his hands together. "Are there any steamy love scenes? Preferably in the shower?"

"I dare say there better not be." Giles gave Xander a warning look while reaching for another handful of popcorn.

"Joking." Xander said looking offended. "Really though. What'd you get?"

"Roger Rabbit." Buffy said nonchalantly glancing at Anya who shrieked and jumped up.

"What?! God, are you sick? Isn't there enough blood and horror in this town without us having to--" Willow and Buffy erupted in a fit of giggles.

"An, honey, I'm pretty sure she was making with the funny." He cajoled her. Anya sat down fuming.

"Actually I got 'Psycho'."

"Really?" Giles seemed pleased. "Never knew you appreciated Hitchcock Buffy."

"Hitchcock?" Buffy looked baffled. "I just think Vince Vaughn is a babe." Everyone else groaned.

"Just put the damn tape in." Spike grumbled impatiently between gulps of blood. "Least it's got some violence."

Xander reached in the bag and opened the unmarked casing. After popping in the video he sat on the floor in front of his girlfriend.

"Ungh...Spike!"  Buffy's gaze snapped from the popcorn bowl to the screen at the sound of her own voice. Some blood spilled out of Spike's nose as he made little choking noises and Willow squealed in shock.

"C'mon on now girlies this isn't a spectator sport." Spike's familiar accent came blaring out of the television.

Xander's eyes went wide and Anya tilted her head to the side curiously. Giles' jaw dropped and he quickly tore the glasses from his face and began to polish them furiously; looking everywhere BUT at the screen that was emitting sporatic moans and cries.

"Eicio!" Tara squeaked and the tape shot out of the machine and flew across the room.

"Ah-ha!" Anya jumped up triumphantly. "I knew they were having sex!"
 

~Part 5~ Doing Some Spells

Buffy was staring wide-eyed at the white fuzz of the television as if in a trance. Willow looked at Tara. Tara looked at Willow and they both turned a crimson shade before taking a great interest in the basement floor.  And Spike, who normally would’ve been greatly amused by the Scoobies' mental discomfort, was worried about the safety of his unlife as the accusing glare of a brassed off ex-watcher settled on his bleached self.

"Right then," Spike began slowly as he set down his mug o'blood. "I'm a bit tuckered out."

"I'll bet you are," Anya snorted.

Giles leapt from his seat and grabbed the collar of the vampire's shirt. "You contemptible piece of filth!" he sputtered into Spike's face. "I don't know what you did to take advantage of those girls..."

"What?" Spike's features became pinched with shock. "My apologies mate! Forgive me for pillaging those naked, eager girls. What was I thinking corrupting their innocence while they tried to fend me off with their tongues?!"

"Know this Spike." Giles' anger rose as his voice lowered. "I will make you regret every moment of your pathetic, disgusting existence. I will give new meaning to the phrase ‘William the Bloody’. And only then will I stake you. But not until I have finished making you feel pain from every pore of...."

"Whoa there Jon Burge!" Buffy finally intervened, stepping between them. "Giles you don't want to hurt Spike." Giles raised an incredulous  brow at her so she continued. "For this."
The brow got higher.
"Well, actually, I can see why you would in fact want to hurt him for this. But it's not all his fault." Her former watcher clenched his jaw and reluctantly released the vamp.

"Buffy." His tone was considerably softer but he couldn't bring himself to look at her. "What I tried, so very hard, not to see on that tape was atrocious."

"Plus it was yucky," Xander's hurt voice piped in.

"Yes quite," Giles agreed and turned to face the slayer. "I don't think you realize what you were doing..." Now it was Buffy's turn to exercise her forehead muscles. "What I mean is, it must have been some sort of spell."

"Yes o-of course!" Tara affirmed all too eagerly. "A s-spell." Spike rolled his eyes.

"Uh yeah," Willow stood up and forced an embarrassed laugh. "You know me with those magicks. Ha ha! Last time I mess around with those powerful--"

"Hormones!" Buffy blurted out as Willow turned and gave her friend a queer look.

"Which, I am undoubtedly sure, played a key role." Giles stated as he removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose in an exasperated manner.

"No she m-means a hormone spell, Mr. Giles." Tara explained, risking a sideways glance at the Slayer who nodded.

"What in creation would one want a hormone spell for?" The watcher queried.

"For that time of the month?" Willow attempted to sound confident. "Pesky P.M.S."

"Eww," Xander cringed.

"Like witches are too good for Midol?" Anya muttered. "That is so like them."

"And this effected Spike how?" Giles gestured to the vampire who was shielding himself behind the slayer.

"She n-needed to do the spell at n-night in the cemetery," Tara stammered.

"While I was on patrol!" Buffy said defensively.

"Yeah and I happened to walk in on said mojo," Spike continued. "And the rest, kiddies, is video history."

"Which begs the unfortunate question of who felt compelled to document such an event…?" Giles pondered aloud.

"Oh home videos are an extremely effective method of perfecting one's lovemaking techniques." Anya smiled proudly at her boyfriend. "Xander has improved wonderfully, I mean, foreplay alone—"

"Demons and blackmail," interrupted Spike with a furrowed brow and an almost-frightened glance at the ex-demon.

"Well, I'm glad that's settled," Xander exhaled. "No offense, Buff. I mean, I knew it had to be something on the outside of ordinary to make you three go all bone jumpy on the bleached dead over there."

"Hey!" Spike said, insulted. "I don't need magick to get a piece."  Three angry females cast their gaze on him until he sighed in defeat. "Except in this case I suppose I did," he grumbled.

"I’m sure Willow learned her lesson. Right, Will?" Buffy prodded.

"Oh yeah," Willow gave an exaggerated sigh. "I for one am ashamed and appalled by my own irresponsibility."

"M-me too!"  Tara stood quickly, ran to her lover's side and gave the redhead a firm look. "Let's go home now so I can-"

"Punish me?" The witch's green eyes lit up. "I-I mean with a good firm talkin' to," Willow corrected herself as everyone looked at her curiously.  The two girls clasped hands and exited the basement abruptly.

"Good luck with the make up sex!" Anya called after them and turned back to the rest of the gang. "Nothing says 'I'm sorry' like lots of orgasms," she said matter-of-factly.

"I don't think you give the phrase itself enough credit," Buffy replied with a disgusted tone.

* * * * * *

"I am so never forgiving him!" Harmony fumed to herself. "I don't care if he begs and pleads and crawls on his knees for, like, weeks."

"Who’s getting on their knees then?" an exhausted Spike stumbled into his crypt and peered questioningly at the pissed of vamp who seemed to be waiting inside. She spun on her heels at the sound of his voice and stormed over to him.

"You better be you, you cheating, lying jerk!" she hollered at her boyfriend as he rolled his eyes.

"What do you mean, baby?" He was too fatigued to argue with the annoying bint right now.

"I heard what happened with you and the slayer and the lesbo witches!" Harmony crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Oh that?" Spike asked innocently. "That was a spell, luv."

"Don't you dare try to hide behind magick!" She leaned into him.

"No, really pet." He said in a cruelly sarcastic tone. "I was thinking about you the whole time. All five times to be exact," he smirked.

"Oh, you are so going to wish you didn't mess with me, Spike." Harmony said in her most intimidating voice which just caused his smirk to grow. "Spell? I'll show you a spell," she growled as she raged out the door.

* * * * * *

STEVENSON HALL : THE NEXT NIGHT

Willow sat cross legged on the bed petting Amy as the little rat scampered around the blankets. It was an unusually warm night and the redhead was dressed in a not-so-modest ensemble. A turquoise cotton bra clothed her chest while little yellow shorts hung from her pale hips, show-casing her flat stomach.

The door opened and Buffy entered, removing her shoulder bag from her back and dumping it on the floor. The slayer then sighed and flopped onto her bed.

"How was patrol?" Willow asked as she scooped up Amy and placed her in the cage.

"Pointless. Less pointy teeth and less pointy sticks." Buffy answered. "Just me and the heat. Which made for the sweating. I'm all icky." Buffy hiked her skirt up until it was bunched around her tan thighs. Then she undid all but one of the buttons on her tank top, revealing even more bronzed flesh. Running her fingers beneath the underside of her golden hair, she separated it from her moist neck. "Could it be any hotter out right now?" she moaned and splayed the blonde curls over her pillow.

"I know," Willow sighed. "The radio said that it could get up into the nineties tonight."

"Wah," Buffy whined. "I wish I had something big and cold to..." Just then Spike burst into the room. "What the hell are you doing here?"  The small blonde girl sat up quickly.
He looked at the two half-naked girls and shrugged inwardly, there was no way he was getting himself into those dark waters again.

"I had some demon's following me back a ways." Spike beckoned over his shoulder with his platinum head.

"So you ran here?" Willow asked uncertainly. "As in led them to the place where we sleep?"  The vamp nodded.

"Gee, thanks Spike." Buffy snapped as she crossed her arms. "I was wondering how to get myself involved in a life-threatening battle tonight."

"Don't worry your fluffy little self, pet," Spike assured her. "They'll sense a slayer and stay away. They're not the traditional defend-thy-evil types. Just looking for some quids that I don't have."  He sat on the edge of Buffy's bed and pulled out a smoke.

"Uh, Spike," Willow made a pantomime cigarette gesture with her index and middle finger producing a frown from the vampire.

"Fuck off yourself then!" He spat at the startled witch before realizing what she meant. "Oh, you mean the fag?" He shrugged and tucked it in his ear then pulled himself back further on the bed causing a furious expression to sweep across Buffy’s face.

"Spike! You are not staying here," she said plainly. "I'm hot and sticky and in no mood to kick your ass."

He smirked. "Didn't mean to get your knickers all bothered, luv, I'll be gone in a few." Her golden legs were starting to look inviting and he figured she noticed his lingering gaze because she pulled her skirt hem down a bit. He rolled his eyes. "No need to get prissy. I'm through with little girls who have big fatherly types breathin' down me neck."

"Ew. Like you had a chance," she mumbled. He looked at her smugly. "Again." She stated under her breath. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Willow chimed, happy that something would break the tension. The door opened slowly and Tara poked her head in.  Willow wrinkled her forehead and climbed off the bed. "Tara? What's up?" She opened the door fully for her lover then closed it firmly behind her.

"There's s-something strange going on," Tara began, peering tentatively at the all-too-familiar faces in the room.

"If I had a pair of platforms for each time I heard that," Buffy sighed. "Imelda Marcos would turn over in her grave with envy."

"She's not actually dead," Willow corrected her friend hesitantly.

"Oh,” Buffy frowned before looking back to the blonde wiccan's seraphic gaze.  She tucked a stray piece of hair behind Tara's ear and let her fingertips brush the girl's cheek for a moment. "So what's wrong?"

"Uh I-I..."  Tara’s eyes followed Buffy's fingers. "Well, when I got back to my dorm after classes there was this dark mist in the air and then it j-just disappeared."

"That happened to me to!" Willow said excitedly. " But I figured it was just the heat."

"Well, I didn't see anything," said Buffy with a perplexed tone. "But it was dark and stuff."

"Think it's a wiccan thing, ducks?" Spike rose from the bed and placed his hands on Buffy's shoulders but his eyes were moving from Tara to Willow. "I was busy leggin' it from the Spike-staking club so I wouldn't have really noticed anything."

"*To* the Spike-staking club." Buffy corrected him with mock innocence but despite her snippy tone there didn’t seem to be any physical objection to where his hands were. "I'm the president," she added as an afterthought.

"It was like a purpley haze," Willow moved to them, chewing on the inside of her cheek pensively. She glanced at Tara. "God, aren’t you hot in that?"

Tara looked down at her long-sleeved shirt and ankle-length skirt and shrugged. "A little…I-I guess." She was caught off guard by her girlfriend's random comment.

"Here Tara, I can lend you something a lot more heat-friendly than that." Buffy lifted the girl's shirt over her head. "Or, you know, that's good too." Buffy shrugged as Tara stood there in just a bra. Tara looked down and crossed her arms.

"Works for me," Spike offered, his thumbs beginning to move in little circular motions over Buffy's shoulder blades.

"Um tha-thanks," Tara said quietly.

"Don't feel weird," Buffy assured her. "If anyone feels weird it should be me, I mean I'm the only one still wearing a shirt."

"Well, and me," Spike said, his lips really close to Buffy's ear.

"Oh, you don't count." Buffy's tone was insultingly casual causing Spike to throw his hands up and back away. She turned to him with a confused look. "I didn't say stop." Buffy turned back to Tara, who was chewing on her bottom lip nervously. "Would it make you feel better if I joined the shirtless club?"

"B-better?" Tara was confused at the Slayer's odd behavior.

"Say no more!" With that Buffy's shirt slipped to ground. She giggled as she realized she wasn't wearing a bra. "Oops."

"Buffy!" Willow's eyes went wide and she covered Buffy's chest with her pale hands. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, c'mon we're all friends here," Buffy breezed with a wave of her hand.

"I'm not offended, luv." Spike smiled.

"And that'll be such a blow to your chaste reputation Spi—" Willow stopped as Buffy let out a moan and the redhead realized she had been massaging her friend’s breasts. "Eep!" She pulled her hands away and clasped them behind her back. "What is going on?"

Buffy turned and looked seductively at Spike, whose eyes widened as she stepped towards him and pushed him onto the bed. On all fours she climbed over him, stopping only to straddle his hips. His palms lightly grazed over her abdomen as they moved to her breasts. Buffy shivered.

"Eek! Cold hands!" She giggled and bent down to murmur against his lips: "Better warm those up.” Her own small hand brushed up his arm and grasped his wrist firmly. She brought his hand beneath her skirt, to her searing heat. She moaned as his obedient fingers roamed her feverishly.

"Um, guys?" Willow's voice was tiny. "Are you sure you should be doing this…?" She glanced from the semi-pornographic scene and then back to her girlfriend with a worried look.

Tara intercepted Willow's worried expression and nodded. "Yeah. Maybe w-we should try to find out what's going on." They were both drowned out by the moans and purrs from both vampire and slayer.  Buffy was now licking a warm trail down Spike's stomach as his fingers lingered in her golden hair.

"Separate!" Willow and Tara flicked their hands at the two on the bed. But nothing happened. The wiccans tried again. Then Tara turned to Willow knowingly.

"Uh-oh."

* * * * * *
THE NEXT MORNING

Giles set down his teacup and got up to answer the knocks on the door.

"Xander? Anya? For heavens sake what wrong?"

"Hey Giles, hate to interrupt the extreme book reading but Anya thinks that there’s some Big Bad—"

"Big Bad? Ha! She wishes." Anya interrupted bitterly. "Tiny Annoyance is more like it," she muttered.

"Uh, let's not frighten my good, patient neighbors and discuss this inside, shall we?" Giles stepped out of the way and beckoned for them to enter.  When they were all seated comfortably Giles began. "So why exactly are you here?"

"There's a vengeance demon in town. The signature heat and smelly fog?" Anya explained. "It has her written all over it."

"And with your vague pronouns you would be referring to who?"  Giles prodded.

"Estetus," Anya frowned. "She's a vengeance demon I used to work with. Very showy and not low key. Always used to envy me, breathing down my neck for the 'Scorned Women' position. I bet D'Hoffryn gave it to her too. Bastard. She always did kiss up to him. Bringing him corpses almost every day. It was pathetic."

"Anya, let's focus," Xander instructed.

"So you think that this Estetus has been summoned here in Sunnydale?" Giles queried.

"Summoned or not. She's here. And she has to be stopped."

* * * * * *

"Never stop!"  Willow cried in ecstasy as she slid herself up and down Tara and Spike's entwined fingers. Buffy was riding Spike's member and leaning in to suck
on Willow’s pale breasts.  Finally, Willow shuddered out her release and moved away from Tara and Spike. A moment later, Buffy came too but managed to keep her pace until Spike joined her with a growl.

Willow pressed herself against her girlfriend and slid a knee between the blonde's legs. Tara bucked up at the pressure on her heat and both girls moved their hips into each other. Feminine groans escaped their interlaced ocean of flesh, rising and falling. Buffy began riding Spike again. This had gone on all night, over and over, except for changes in positioning and a brief interlude to close the curtains and shelter Spike from the rising sun.

"Oh God!" Buffy yelled as she came again, spawning a wave of multiple orgasms.

The door crashed open and Xander ran in with an axe.
"Buffy are you...," he stopped and the weapon clattered to the ground. "…okay?"

The wiccan, vampire and slayer all stopped simultaneously and looked around at what they were doing. And then their gazes fell to the shocked figures at the doorway.  Xander's face was contorted in horror as his brain tried to process the spectacle, while Giles mumbled something that resembled "Good Lord." Anya just kept munching on her cereal bar with an amused disposition.

"Oh God!" This time Buffy's statement was in disgust as she registered what she had been doing – all night. There was a scramble for clothes as the door closed to offer some privacy.
 

* * * * * *

THAT NIGHT : MANDATORY SCOOBY MEETING AT GILES'

They sat around the living area. Anya was seated next to an angry Xander. Giles' sipped his scotch, Tara and Willow leaned against the desk and Buffy and Spike glared at each other accusingly from across the room.   Everyone else focused on a different part of the room.

"It was a spell," Buffy's small yet pleading voice broke the silence.

"Yeah, right,"  Xander muttered.

"Buffy," Giles released the breath he'd been holding in. "My denial of earlier events may have caused a temporary belief of your poorly devised former excuse. But be warned! I will not accept any more justifications for your utterly disappointing behavior."

"But last time we made it up. This time it really was a spell!" Buffy whimpered in defeat.

"Oh well if you put it that way," spluttered Xander sarcastically. "I guess we'll just have to, once again, not believe you."

"You must learn now to recognize the repercussions of your actions," Giles scolded in a firm voice.

"I'll let you beat up Spike," said Buffy hopefully as the vamp shot her a menacing look.

"As tempting as that may be, I realize now that Spike is not entirely to blame."

* * * *  * *

"But he has to pay!" Harmony's whine filled the crypt.

"What's done is done. I gave you your chance to make it right and you wasted it." The gnarled voice rang disdainfully. "Foolish creature. What did you expect? You wished for the slayer to have her way with Spike and then say they should all do each other as well!"

"But I didn't mean it like that! I meant she should kill him and the geek witches!" the blonde looked insulted. "Let's not forget who summoned who here. You tricked me and that is so not fair."

"I am a vengeance demon! Fairness carries little weight in such a line of duty," it scoffed. "But he seemed to be enjoying himself. Are you jealous that you could never make him so satisfied?" At this, Harmony's game face appeared and she lunged at the demon.

"I am so gonna kill you, you bitch!"  She grabbed the demon’s hair and threw it to the floor.

"How dare you?!" the demon seethed as it rose to it's scaly feet. "Now you and those pathetic humans who were my reason for being here shall feel my wrath!"

"Uh oh!" Harmony shielded herself with her arms as a blinding white light engulfed her.

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