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Part 1 - Passing Fancy

Willow shuddered as she sat huddled on the end of the bed.  She tried not to think about poor Xander who was lying on the bed.  He had a bad head wound and still hadn't regained consciousness.  What if he was dead?  Spike came up behind her and she tensed.

"A spell.  For me.  You're gonna do a spell for me." Spike muttered.

What? "Uh. . .w-what kind of spell?"

"A love spell!  Are you brain dead?"  Wasn't she supposed to be the smart one of the slayer's friends?  He grabbed his trusty bottle of mescal and took a swig.  " I'm gonna get what's mine. What's MINE. Teach her to walk out on me. . .what are you staring at?" He glared at her as he noticed her scrutiny.

"Nothing." Willow said quickly.  A love spell?  It was starting to make sense now. Drusilla must have left him.  Oh, Goddess.  But she wasn't a real witch, not like Amy. Willow tried to calm down, she needed a plan.

"You can do it, right? Make Dru love me again? Make her crawl?" Spike asked, a hopeful expression on his face.

"I-I can try."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Spike was on her.  He grabbed her by the hair and tilted her face back.  She shrieked and his painful grip tightened.  His voice was almost desperate. "What are you talking about?  You'll do it!"  He screamed at her.

"Yes!  I'll do it."  She said automatically as tears began to run down her face.  She would have promised him anything at that moment. Spike didn't believe her, he released her momentarily as he smashed the bottle against the bedpost.  He held it close to her beautiful face, amber drops of alcohol slid off the jagged edges to stain her sweater.  To the terrified Willow it looked like the salivating jaws of a hungry beast. "You lie to me and I'll shove this through your face! Do you want that?"  She whimpered as she shook her head.  "All the way through to your brain!"

"No.  Please no." She begged.

Spike dropped the bottle to the floor where it shattered into more pieces.  His anger had left him, he'd been appeased by her begging.  Her choked sob comforted him.  She was in as much pain as he was.  Misery bleedin' loves company. "She wouldn't even kill me." He whispered.  He sat down beside her on the bed which  bounced under his weight.

Willow was rigid. She expected him to pounce on her at any moment .  Instead, he began talking to her about his love life.  "She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head, or set me on fire."  He glanced at at Willow.  " Was that so much to ask? Some little sign that she cared?"

She breathed a bit easier. Spike was obviously grief -stricken by the loss of Drusilla.  During the demon duo's stay in Sunnydale last year, the Scoobies had
discovered the caring and concern the two vampires had for one another.  According to Angel, they'd been together for nearly a century.  Maybe if she humored him, she and Xander could get out of this alive. She pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she struggled to concentrate on what he was saying. Spike didn't know what he was doing.  Instead of terrorizing the girl, like he usually did with humans, he sat there telling her about his troubles.  It just felt good to tell her, she was pretty little too. Never could resist a pretty face.  Besides, once she performed his spell, he'd kill her anyway.  No one would
know he'd sat here blubbering to her.

" It was that truce with Buffy that did it."  He explained.  " Dru said I'd gone soft. Wasn't demon enough for the likes of her. I said it didn't mean anything, I was thinking of her the whole time!  She didn't care. We got to Brazil and she was just different, just. . . I gave her everything. . . jewels, beautiful dresses -- with beautiful girls in them, nothing made her happy. And she would flirt. . . I caught her on a park bench making out with a Chaos Demon -- have you ever seen a Chaos Demon?"  Willow shook her head.  "They're all slime and antlers.  They're disgusting.  She only did it to hurt me."

He sighed heavily as he reached out to stroke her silken red hair.   " I said I wasn't putting up with it anymore.  She said 'fine'.  I said 'yeah, I've got an unlife, you know!' She said. . .," Spike began miserably "she said we could still be friends!  Oh-God, I'm so unhappy!"  He burst into tears and put his head on
Willow's shoulder. Willow gulped.  "There, there." She patted his knee in a perfunctory manner.

"Friends!?! How could she be so cruel?" He said as his mouth moved to the curve of her neck. He nibbled on her jugular vein, not breaking the skin.
Willow thought her heart was going to explode out of her chest as it raced madly.  All her senses were screaming at her to flee.  But there was no way she could get both herself and Xander out of this. Spike slid his arms around her and expelled a shaky breath. He suddenly discovered a new  way he could
make Dru sorry for what she had done to him.  He nuzzled the little witch's neck, inhaling  her scent.  "That smell.  Your neck.  I haven't had a woman in weeks." Spike lifted his head.  He was in a full demon face from both passion and  bloodlust.

Willow jumped to her feet. "Whoa!  No!  Hold it!"  She held out her small white hands as if they could ward him off. He almost laughed, she was quite amusing for a human. As if he'd stop just because she asked him to.  He decided to continue the game.  For a demon, fear was like an aphrodisiac.  Or an appetizer. "Unless you count that shopkeeper."  He stood up slowly and swaggered over to her.  Spike couldn't wait to see Drusilla's face when she found out he'd shagged a human.  He'd never been unfaithful to her.  And what did his bleedin' loyalty get him?  Nothing.  He grinned suddenly. It'd destroy Dru, bring her to her knees.  Maybe he'd even bring the witch with him to Brazil.  Give Dru a bloody demonstration.  Yeah, tie Dru up and make her watch while he shagged the lovely little witch silly.

Willow took a deep breath. "Now hold on! I'll do your spell for you. . .and. . . and. . . I'll get you Drusilla back.  But there will be no 'bottle in face' and there will be no 'having' of any kind with me. Alright?"

He walked her backwards until she reached the cold wall
and put his arms on
the wall behind her, pinning her in. "Hmm. . .having you.
Now you're making me
hungry love." He leaned over and licked her neck. "I'm
gonna have to say no your
generous offer to mojo my ex, pet."
"N-n-no?  You're going to k-k-k-"
"Kill you?" He said for her.  "That all depends. . .do you
want to die?"
"No!" She wailed.
"Alright then.  I won't kill you."  She gave him a dubious
look.  " I'm telling the
truth, luv.  But, you have to offer me something else in
return. After all -- murder and
mayhem is what I do. Gotta have something else to amuse
me." She tensed up again as
he kissed the tip of her nose.
Willow flinched at the feel of his cool lips. "Smoochies?"
"Smoochies?"  He grinned.  "I'm not talking about kisses,
I'm talking  about
shagging, pet." His features smoothed back into his
handsome human face.
She breathed a little easier at his human appearance.
"Shag?  Like the carpet."
"No, luv, like-" He pressed his hips against hers so she
could feel his arousal.
"this.  It has nothing to do with carpets.  Though, we
could do it on the carpet I
suppose. " He looked thoughtful.  "But I hate rug burn."
Willow's eyes rounded.  "You mean, you want to. . .with
me. . .but w-why?"
Vampires were supposed to kill humans not 'shag' them as he
so charmingly put it.
"Why?"  Spike echoed her.  Like he needed a reason to
shag.  Especially a
luscious bit of fluff like her. "You'd prefer death?"
"No!"
"Good.  Cause it one or the other, luv.  Not a whole lot
of options for you."
"It's just that. . . but I've never -"
"You're a virgin?"  Spike asked incredulously. She was a
pretty young girl.  Were
all the human boys in this town blind?
She blushed as she lowered her eyes.  She was talking
about her sex life, or lack
thereof, with a vampire.  This would never happen in
Cleveland.  Sunnydale sucks.
"Yes." He lifted her chin.  Spike's smile was both tender
and rapacious. It made her
stomach to flip flops.  She wasn't sure if that was in a
good or bad way though.
Probably both.
Spike felt himself grow harder  at her soft-spoken
confession.  He'd never had a
virgin.  " I promise that I'll be very nice to you.  Gentle
even." He loved the dominant
role of teacher or master in the bedroom.  It made him ache
to possess her, to know that
she would compare all the men in her life against him.  He
pressed her further into the
wall.  "If you don't fight me."
"B-but-"
"Shh." Spike pressed a silencing finger to her mouth. "The
only words I want to
here from you now are 'harder', 'yes', or 'more, Master'."
He grinned wickedly.
Willow felt her heart skip a beat.  And it was in the
good way, not the bad way.
Although, in this case wasn't the good way really the bad
way?  Oh, Goddess! Her eyes
widened but then closed as his mouth slanted over hers and
his tongue invaded her
mouth.  His skin and mouth were cool but not cold.  He
touched his tongue to hers and
lead it into an erotic dance.  He traced the pearly line of
teeth and the roof of her mouth,
making her chase his tongue.
When she needed air, he pulled away to stare down at her
flushed face. "Let's
take this somewhere more private, luv."  He swung her up in
his arms and walked
purposefully to the door.  That's when she realized she had
kissed a demon with
Xander in the room.  Xander, her childhood love, who was
bleeding from a head
wound inflicted by the demon she'd been kissing.
Spike began ascending a large wooden stair case. She
struggled in his embrace,
pushing against his chest.  "We can't do this!"
He kicked open the door to another room and threw her on
the king-sized bed
unceremoniously. They were in Angelus' old room. "I want to
be gentle, pet, but I also like it rough." He warned as he
joined her, driving the air from her lungs as he pressed
his chest against hers.  "Do you
want it rough?" His expression promised there would be no
mercy.
"N-no, please."
He gave her room to breath.  "I do love hearing that word.
 Please what?"
"Please don't hurt me."
"Master."
"What?"
"That's what you're gonna call me.  I'm your master."
"Please don't hurt me, Master." Willow gritted her teeth.
Apparently, he was
chauvinist.  Though this wasn't the time to educated him
about 'girl power'.
"Good girl. Now, I'm going to be your teacher, just like
those bloody sods that
you listen to at school.  Only the subject I'm teaching is
much more fun." He looked around the room and took a minute
to appreciate the irony, he would be unfaithful to Dru in
the very bed that she betrayed him in.  He looked
down at the red haired witch. "I think you're wearing too
many clothes, pet."
Spike pulled her into a sitting position and gently eased
her sweater over her
head, leaving her in only in a white lacy bra.  Her chest
was heaving, frightened as she
was.  His hands undid the tiny clasp at the front and her
breasts were freed.  She
wrapped her arms around herself reflexively.  He chuckled,
surprisingly patient with
her reaction.
He pried her fingers loose and stared at her openly.  He
whispered in a husky
tone. "They look like their made for my mouth."  Willow's
stomach clenched at the
mental image of him suckling her.  He pressed his large
hand to the valley between her
milky white breasts and pressed her back to the bed.  Then
he settled himself over her
and took one pouting pink crest into his cool mouth to
suck.  His other finger played
idly with her other nipple, pinching it between his
fingers.
Willow was awash in sensation.  Her only sexual experience
to this point was a
few stolen kisses with Xander and some rather intense
necking with Oz.  She brought
her hands to his head, cradling him as he suckled her.  She
felt him smile against her
breasts.  He switched, lavishing attention on her other
nipple.
Spike changed tactics then, kissing his way across the
flat, trembling plane of her
pale  stomach to the waist band of her jeans.  He flicked
the button open and easily
undid her zipper.  "Lift up, pet."
"Yes, Master."  She said demurely, a teasing light
entering her eyes.
He grinned in response, grateful that she was going along
with this. He wanted
to make this good for her.  Spike pulled her jeans down her
hips, taking her tennis shoes
with them.  They landed in a heap on the floor.  Now she
was clad only in a pair of
white cotton panties.  She was embarrassed to find that the
crotch was soaked.
She lay back on the pillows once more, legs closed but not
clenched together.
Willow knew this was going to happen anyway.  Nothing she
could do to stop him.  It's
what she kept repeating in her lust-addled mind. . . but
deep down she knew she was
attracted to the vampire, wanted him.
He ran a hand along the outside of her thigh. Willow was
nervous to be
lying before him in clad only in her panties when he was
still fully clothed. "Master?"
"Yes, luv?" He said distractedly as he continued caressing
her smooth flesh.
"What about your clothes?"
Spike smiled down at her.  "Have you ever seen a man
before, pet?"
Willow blushed, it extended all the way from her cheeks to
her neck and over her
chest.  "No, not in the flesh. But um. . . Xander rented
this movie one time. . .we thought
it was going to be 'Good Will Hunting' but it was actually
'Good Will H-h-humping."
She blushed a deeper red. " Not the same thing at all, it
was so-" She looked at his
bemused face.  "Being quiet now."
He threw back his head and laughed.  "You're adorable,
pet."  Still grinning, he
stood up and shucked off his duster and pulled his t-shirt
over his head.  He sat on the
bed and pulled off his boots.  Then Spike stood again and
undid his belt buckle and
unbuttoned his jeans.  He pulled them down and stepped out
of them.  He wore no
underwear. His erection jutted out from his body, hungry
and incredibly hard.
Willow gulped.  It was so thick and long, she wondered how
it would ever fit
inside her.  How would it feel? Her small, pink tongue
darted out to moisten her lips and
his penis responded by twitching, wanting inside that warm,
welcoming heat.  She was
so curious about him, wanting to touch him.  "Master, may
I. . .touch you?"
Spike groaned at her words.  He wanted to go slow and easy
but she was killing
him.  He couldn't remember ever being this aroused before.
He lay down on the bed
and put his hands behind his head.  "Go on ,then." He said
softly.  Spike would stop her
soon, he couldn't take much more of this.
She rolled over on to her side and placed a trembling hand
on his smooth white
chest.  Swallowing, she brushed her mouth over his.  Spike
resisted the urge to grab her
and deepen the kiss.  She placed small kisses down his
throat as she gently abraded his
nipples with her fingertips.  She worked her way down,
kissing and touching his cool
flesh as she pleased until she was eye-level with his
erection.  It bobbed under her
scrutiny.  Spike clenched his fists, wondering what she
would do next.
She circled the tip with her index finger, catching the
semen that leaked from the
top.  Locking eyes with him, she deliberately brought to
her mouth and licked it away.
Spike groaned and quickly rolled her over.  "Very good,
pet. You're already learning.
But if I don't calm down a bit, this lesson will be over
soon."
He brought his hands to each side of her panties and
ripped them off of her.
Willow gasped.  She was now completely bare to his gaze and
he seemed fascinated by
that part of her.  He pushed her legs open  and inhaled
deeply.  Relishing the
musky scent of her arousal.
Reverently he brought his hand to her moist quim and
traced the folds with his
fingers.  He plucked at her engorged clit with gentle
persistence.  Willow arched her
back, eyes closed in pleasure.  Spike knew that he should
probably insert one of his
fingers in her tight opening but he was selfish.  He wanted
his cock to be the first thing
that penetrated her.  Wanted to possess her with that
action.
Right now, Willow was teetering on the edge of her first
orgasm.  She rocked her
hips against his hands in an age old rhythm, seeking
release. Spike brought it to her with
the flick of his nimble fingers.  She came moaning
"Master."
"Was it good, luv?" He whispered.
"So good." She said, resting against the pillows, breath
still coming in  harsh pants..
"My turn now, pet."  He said as he put himself between her
legs.  He lifted her
hips and her eyes widened as his shaft settled against her
opening.  Frightened eyes met
his ice blue ones.
"Is it going hurt, Master?"
"A bit." He answered honestly.  She nodded but her eyes
still spoke of her fear.
It aroused him more.  Here she was spread-eagled and
helpless underneath him.  Like a nail
waiting for the hammer to pound it.  He sunk into her, inch
by glorious inch.  Meeting
the barrier of her innocence, he seized her mouth in a
searing kiss before he thrust hard.
He wanted to break her maidenhead all at once.
His mouth swallowed her scream and a lone tear streaked
across her face. He lapped it from her cheek.  Spike
groaned as
he pushed his mouth into the curve of her neck and began to
thrust into her.  He was
aiming for that moment of oblivion, that hot, dark star in
his mind that held the only
peace he'd ever known.
She writhed beneath him, meeting his thrusts as his hands
guided her hips.  He
inserted his hand between their bodies, playing with her
clit again.  She came again, this
time screaming "Spike."
Spike growled in triumph, his demonic visage emerging.  He
sunk his fangs into
her neck and  thrust once more into her, savage this time.
As his cold seed filled her, he drank
deeply.  She tasted so bloody good.  He pulled his fangs
from her, glad to see
that he hadn't taken too much.  She rested beneath him,
eyes closed.  Replete.   Spike
rolled off of her and pulled her body close to him as he
drifted off to sleep in a haze of contentment.
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Spike looked out at the night sky from atop the high rise
building.  Drusilla was
wondering through the roof top garden, talking to daisies
or some rot.  The red haired
witch was on his mind once more.  Funny, he didn't even
know her bloody name.  The
most abandoned night of passion he'd ever known and he
didn't even know the name
of his siren.
He'd thought  of her often a since he'd left Sunnydale.
Spike had made himself leave
the bed that night, bewildered by his reaction to the
mortal.  He'd even called Peaches
from a payphone outside of town to tell him where the witch
and her little friend were.
He'd been worried about her safety! He forced himself to
return to Drusilla, determined to make
their relationship work.
His ploy seemed to work. She had been jealous of his red
head, cursing and snarling at him.  He'd enjoyed
her increased attention at first but was perplexed.  He
couldn't make love to Dru
anymore without picturing the girl.  He would thrust into
Drusilla and picture his
lovely virgin beneath him. Instead of his lover's cool
white body he would picture her flushed warm one.  What a
bloody mess he'd gotten himself into!
He took another swig of mescal.  Then, he reached into the
pocket of her duster
to pull out the lacy scrap of a bra she'd worn that night.
He couldn't resist taking from the pile of
her clothes befor he left.  He held it to his nose,
inhaling her unique scent.  He imagined
himself taking her again.  He'd taken her countless times
in his mind. Sometimes, he'd bend her over a chair or a
table as he had his wicked way with her.  Somtimes, he'd
take her in the shower while the hot water coated their
bodies.  He groaned as he hardened instantly.  It would
blow over,
this little obsession he had with the witch. It would
simply have to run it's course.  Just
a passing fancy.  That's all it was.  Just a passing fancy.

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