Taking – A Story of Dark Love

Sequel to Relentless

Author -  FemailoftheSpecies

Distribution – WLS, Redssoulmates, Mystifying Dreams

Pairing – S/W, W/Gr

Rating - NC17

Summary – Spike keeps his promises.

Thanks to my Beta Jenni.

A/N – All the events occurred in the Relentless universe.  This is four years later.  Anything else will be explained in the story

Feedback?  Surely you jest! Of course I want feedback!

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~Part: 1~

Having been hurt many times before, Willow had been so careful.  She was cautious this time around, not letting him in, not giving her all.

Oz.

He had been…understanding.  Over four years ago, the gang burst into her parents’ home clutching and hugging her furiously.  They were all intensely happy and relieved that she was home, alive and in one piece. Their Willow. Only the young witch noticed how her boyfriend hung back after the initial frenzy of emotional displays, keeping his distance…from her.

She thought it was his injuries; that he did not feel well yet, having been yanked from the hospital by Xander.  But later, when explaining, he told her.  He could smell the vampire.  He was ingrained in her very being, the scent sick, seductive and lingering forever.  The wolf in him was enraged, even as the man tried to comfort and support her, assuming, but never certain, that the contact had been forced.  It was a battle that the man evidently lost and he left her a few weeks later.

The attention of the shy young witch, Tara, was short-lived.   She left Willow as well, choosing a family that would belittle and use her over the redhead.

So when Graham started hanging around, she was unresponsive to his advances.  It took threats from her best friend to get her to go out for coffee.  And with the help of a certain blonde slayer, the agent’s pursuit of the young women proved successful.

Willow drifted out of her thoughts and turned over, the cool white sheets tangling with her legs.  A warm ocean breeze slipped in through the open balcony doors, caressing her skin.  Graham was asleep, a tiny smile on his classic American features.

She still found it unbelievable.  As of 5:35pm, Saturday March 20, 2004, Willow Rosenberg was now Willow Matthews.  Mrs. Graham Matthews.    She glanced at the digital clock on the bedtable.  Eleven hours married.  The smile crept over her lips as she eased out of the bed.  She glanced around for the clothes she wore earlier, finding her skirt, but not the blouse.  Instead she threw on Graham’s touristy Hawaiian print shirt and padded out silently on bare feet.

The sand was soft and warm, still holding the heat from the brilliant sunshine as if each ray was a precious jewel of fire buried underneath.  As she headed toward the volatile waters of the North Shore, she spied a lone surfer, gracefully riding in on a moderately large wave.  Graham would be out there soon. The former Initiative agent loved to surf and it was the main reason she had picked Oahu for their honeymoon; he could surf while she shopped.

She found a place in the sand, close to the incoming tide, but not enough to get wet, and began her morning meditations.  It was a bit early, but she did not think she would get another opportunity before she and her new husband left for the island tour at 8am.

As her senses expanded she became aware of all things around her.  With her eyes closed, she could see the surf, the sand, the tiny crabs scurrying sideways from her, sensing her magic, and the surfer approaching with his board.  Not letting that deter her, she completed the acknowledgement of the goddess.  Once done, she stood slowly reigning in her power and watched him as he got closer.

Wet hair was plastered to his skull, but it was fast beginning to show signs of curling ends.  He wore a wetsuit.  In the moonlight it appeared royal blue and fit the compact body marvelously.  She blushed at that thought, thinking it a bit adulterous on the morning after her wedding, and turned to head back into the house they had rented for the week.  Cheating on previous lovers had been her way to make sure she was never close to anyone.  She would not do that to Graham.  During the past three years the man had proven his devotion was unwavering.  Never did it occur to the redhead that she was searching for a way to fill a void, a void she did not know existed.

Suddenly she had the urge to run, get inside before it was too late.  Thinking herself odd she brushed it off as silly, glancing over her shoulder just in case the man was actually wielding a chainsaw instead of a surfboard.  After all, she did live on the Hellmouth.  Stranger things…

“AH!”  She screamed, her voice swallowed in a crash of the waves as she trembled with shock.  He was but three feet from her, grinning madly.

~~~*~~~

“Hello, Cutie.”

“Spike…”  She whispered, inching backwards, shaking her head in denial.   <This is not happening!>

“Red.”  He replied, his grin softening into a real smile.  A few droplets of water cascaded from his hair over those still chiseled cheekbones.  She had to refrain from reaching up to touch him.

“You…never came back…I…”  She started.

“You thought you could marry another man when you belong to me?”  He asked quietly, his intense stare belying his exterior calm.

His words came back to her in a rush of madness. < …I will come back for you and I’ll kill whomever I smell on you when I do.>    She hugged the shirt around her defensively, backing away.

The air around her was tainted with fear.  It bombarded him as the wind shifted.  “I said I was coming back for you.”  He offered this to her as you offer a child a lollipop to quiet her.

“Now?”  She whimpered, still shaking her head.  “Why now?”  She did wait for him.  She watched and waited, hoping he would never show.  Hoping that he would. Maybe she was always waiting for him, as she hopped from bed to bed.   In the end, she gave up and finally let Graham convince her to love again.

“I got busy.  Built a little nest egg for us, I did.  I came for you last week.”  She could hardly believe the pout as it played across his sinful lips.  “Heard about the wedding and decided to wait a little longer.  Let you have your day in the sun.”

And it was a sunny day, surprisingly warm for the beginning of spring, even for Southern California.   She looked into the deceptively calm eyes of the killer before her, pleading her case.  “Please don’t kill him.  I’ll do whatever you want, just please… don’t kill him!”

He tilted his head in that way that showed his puzzlement, studying her and the scrutiny was greedy, nearly painful, as if he was taking parts of her with only his eyes.  She hated that stare as much as she longed for it.  No one had ever devoured her so completely as the vampire.  He was the measure by which all others were compared.  He was also thinking, and that was never good.

“All right, Willow.”  Despite the warm night she shivered as he said her name.  “You may earn a reprieve for your beloved.”

Quickly he closed the short distance she managed to gain and took her roughly by the upper arms.  Long red tresses fell around her face, framing her wide green eyes.  Her lips were parted, panting from fear and something else she would not name as he leaned in to plunder her mouth, tasting every part of her, learning her all over again.

Tears spilled from her as she was overwhelmed by him.  Finally she was alive again, ironically it was in the arms if her long dead lover. Yet she just realized how empty she had been before now that he was filling her again, giving back in increments what he merciless took with him that night so long ago.  Her hands tangled in the wet curls as the demon hiked her skirt up around her tiny waist.

“Oh…no panties?  Such a naughty little whore.  My whore…”  His kisses trailed down her face to the smooth column of her neck.  He tongued his fading mark, grinning when the moan erupted from her.  “Yeah…my fucking whore.”  Two fingers slid inside her easily as she bucked, thrusting onto his hand.

He loved her like this, head thrown back, wanton and wanting.  Slowly he pulled away, not giving her the release she sought.

When her breathing became more controlled she dared to open her eyes.  He was there, it was real, not a nightmare, or a dream.  “Spike?”  She was confused.  He planned to keep her that way for a while.

“I won’t kill him.  Not yet.  Maybe not at all. It depends on you, luv.”

<And the games begin.>

“What do I have to do?”  She was shaking, the presence of her drug of choice calling to her.  She fought her baser instincts that were kindly requesting that she attack his lips with her own.

“You and me…we’re going to pick up where we left off.  I’ve missed you and have made a life for you and I, but there is no room for your new toy in my plans.  For now you can keep him, because it amuses me. And for now you can fuck him, because that amuses me too.  But you cannot come for him. And do not tell him you love him ever again.”

Willow stood there, frowning at his smug smile, and nodded her understanding.  For his entertainment Spike would allow her the parody of a marriage while denying her any satisfaction from her husband.  He would keep that pleasure for himself.

“Good…You were always the smart one.  I’ll send for you soon and when I do you will come.  That is not negotiable.”

He bent down to pick up the board with long, pale fingers, the gem shining in the moonlight.  He turned and trotted away from her without another word.  She waited, unwilling to admit that she was hoping he would look back, but he just returned to the shore, running out and laying prone on the flat surface, his powerful body propelling him out to sea much faster than humanly possible.

~Part: 2~

“Come on, Willow.  We’re gonna miss the bus!”

Graham was outside, calling to her from the driveway below.  The house was on stilts as were most houses on this end of the island.  The waves could get amazingly large and flooding was likely if you had a ground level home.

Of course he had been ready thirty minutes early.  He slept all night.  The redhead, after a good bit of crying, crawled back between the sheets a little before six o’clock, nearly crying again when the alarm sounded at 6:30am.  They had to drive to Honolulu and catch the tour bus outside the Sheraton by 8am and it was already 7:30.

Frowning, as there was still no sign of his wife, he marched up the wooden stairs to the front door.  “Willow, hon…we need go get going.  They have traffic here, too.”

“I’m coming…”  She called weakly, grabbing her bag filled with a swimsuit, sunblock and tennis shoes in case the sandals began to hurt.

She passed him quickly and picked up her oversized hat, plopping it on her red curls with a forced smile.  “There…Ready!”

He took her hand in his and they made their way to the city.

~~~*~~~

As the day progressed, Willow became entangled with the excitement of her first trip to the island paradise.  Her parent had been there many times before and offered to send for her on occasion, but she always declined, knowing she was needed on the Hellmouth.  Her early morning troubles also seemed to dissipate in the brazen sunshine and heat.  Nothing dark could touch her now, so she relaxed and enjoyed the tour.

Graham was like a child, talking to the other tourists and horsing around with a fellow veteran.  She listened for a while until the conversation went completely military, loosing interest quickly.  Xander had flooded her with more army talk than she could stomach when they were in high school.  She was more than grateful when that borrowed knowledge waned.

The bus was now on its way down Diamond Head and back to Honolulu.  She glanced at the camcorder, deciding to email some pictures to Buffy, Dawn and Xander.

“Hey you.”  Graham nudged her with his elbow, grinning but also concerned.  She had been a bit quiet all day, nothing over the top, but she had not babbled once, which was unusual for her.

“Hey yourself.” She managed to match his grin, putting him at ease.  Suddenly she knew she did not want to go back to the beach house yet.  “Oh….Idea!”  She bounced eagerly in her seat.

“Oh…Share!”  He bounced back, looking positively silly, as a giggle erupted from the little girl seated behind them.

“Let’s go to the International Market!”  She pulled out a pamphlet pointing to the page detailing all the shops located within the world famous haggling center.

A groan passed her spouse’s lips as they formed a tiny pout.  “Ahhh…I was hoping…”  he pecked her lips softly.  “That...(peck)…we…(peck) could pick up…(peck)…where we left off.”  The last words dissolved into a gentle, yet lust-filled lip embrace.

Graham moaned, pulling her closer and Willow tried to return his passion.  She was, however, frozen inside.  His words, verbatim, repeating what Spike said to her on the beach, had chilled her.  A shiver tore through her body and Graham, mistaking it for a display of his affect on her, smiled into her mouth.

He released her and pulled away.  “God I love you, Willow.”

She bent and looked down, shying away from his gaze. “You too, baby.”

~~~*~~~

Since she had awoken that morning, Willow had been on the move, having no time to think, which was a blessing and a curse.  On the one hand, she was able to enjoy her day with Graham, exploring the island’s more touristy attractions.  But at the same time, her problem with the Return of the Vampire Part 3 was not going to disappear because she ignored it.

Graham was being his usual attentive self and she responded as she was wont to do from the physical stimulation.  However it was just that…physical…on her end, at least.  She would not allow herself to get wrapped up in this act of intimacy and love from which she had been excluded.  It occurred to her that she could perhaps cheat, break the rules, and enjoy her new husband as she had intended when she said her vows.   And if the blond was not the proud owner of a certain gem, she would have done so during the day, defying his directive without a second thought.

However such transgressions were not secreted under the cover of daylight anymore than they would be at night, so she played the vampire’s game and kept Graham alive.

~~~*~~~

“I’m gonna go to the beach,” he announced, slipping on his flip-flips.

“What?”  The redhead was in the kitchen making coffee and stepped into the greatroom to hear him over the television.

“The waves are looking really good, Wills.  You don’t mind, do you?”

“No…go.”  She frowned and added. “You won’t stay out after dark, right?  I mean, i-it’s dangerous to swim in the dark, right?”   Her hand found the mark on her neck that she rubbed out of habit, distractedly calming her nerves.

“I’ll be back before dark.”  He chuckled.  “Don’t worry,” he patted her head like he was reassuring a little girl.  “You can see me from the bay window.”

“Right…I’ll… are we going into the city tonight?  I was hoping to check out the nightlife.”  She wanted to spend as much time as possible somewhere else.

“Maybe…I might be too wiped after you and surfing.  Let’s plan it for tomorrow and we can go to that marketplace you showed me earlier."

She smiled, repressing the urge to argue about it and express her desires more clearly, but really what more was there to say on the subject without being rude or pushy.   The sun would retire in less than two hours.  He would be tired.  The owner’s left a tray of cheese, crackers, and tropical fruit in the refrigerator as a honeymoon greeting, as well as two bottles of champagne.  There was no reason to leave and drive to Honolulu and do it again the next day.

“Sounds great.”  She planted a kiss on his forehead.  “Go…have fun.  But you be careful, mister,” she scolded, resolve in place.

He grinned boyishly, snagging his board on the way out.

~~~*~~~

Willow was dozing by the large bay window, coming to every few minutes and searching the small assemblage of true surfers for her husband’s form.  When she cracked her tired eyes open again, she did the same, but no matter how hard she looked, she could not see him.  She sat up, alert.  The beginnings of fear tainted her mind until she heard and felt the footfalls on the stairs.    Sitting back again she relaxed and waited, hoping to convince him of a quick shower and some sleepy time.

She could hear him talking to someone outside.  Curious, she stood and approached the door, listening…<oh my goddess!>…She yanked the door open quickly, finding a wet husband and vampire engaged in a heated conversation over the merits of Mobley’s volan glass boards verses the old foam ones.

“Hey hon… sorry, were we too loud?”  He was concerned; she looked pale, sick even.  “Are you okay?”  He was near the top step, looking up at her.  Leaning on the banister, was the demon she craved and feared.

“I…I’m fine…I just…How was the water?”  She asked lamely, looking from Graham to the vampire.

“Great!  I love it here…Maybe we can move.”

Spike noted the man’s childlike enthusiasm, wondering just how to exploit it.

“Oh… Willow, this is Jim…aaahh Williams.  Jim, my brand new bride, Willow.”

Her eyes narrowed as Spike gave her an innocent smile and extended his hand.  “Nice to meet you, Willow.”

Slowly, on autopilot, her hand reached for his of its own accord.  “Um, hi….Jim.”   She shook out of her self-induced trance, silently cursing the flow of juices his touched induced.  When his smile morphed into a knowing smirk, she knew she was lost.  Again.

Before her considerably uninformed groom opened his mouth and did something she would regret, like invite the vampire in, she leaned over him and placed a delicate kiss on his lips.  “I’m really tired.”  She admitted, running he fingers through the spikey top of his cropped hair.  “You coming to bed?”

Spike watched the exchange with darkened eyes.  But she was well within the rules of the game so he could not fault her.  Well he could, but chose to play fairly. For now.

“Mmm…bed sounds good.  I’ll be in a minute, kay?”

She nodded and left him with another kiss.  Over her shoulder, she gazed at the vampire, his sandy blonde hair gleaming in the fading sunlight.  “Nice to meet you.”

~~~*~~~

The witch out maneuvered him.

She got her little toy back under the safety of their roof, without him getting the invitation that was just seconds from his grasp.  He grinned, admiring her ingenuity and boldness.  She had grown up.  It was evident in her walk, the way she commanded the elements, and the level gazed she fixed on him.  The conflicting scents of fear, innocence, power and seduction were so thick in the air he could taste the molecules on his tongue.

But he was not deterred, knowing that he would have her soon, willing and wanting, right under her husbands nose.  The thought made him smile again, and passersby unknowingly steered clear of him and his feral grin and raw power.

His own beach house was further down, on the opposite side of the narrow highway and shaded by numerous palm trees.  It was perfect for the vampire.  Even though he could now bask in the warm light of day, he was still a vampire and felt most comfortable resting in cool darkness.

Climbing the stairs he turned back and sought her place.  The light was nearly gone from the sky, but his preternatural vision found it easily.  Tonight, he would not go watch them.  She would be too anxious that he was somewhere near to break the rules of the game.

He let his senses drift, taking in the sounds of the night as it surpassed the day, its eternal adversary, and welcomed the feel of his world.  The gem allowed him access to the world of mortals in a way not experienced by many vampires, but it could never be his universe.  He loved the darkness, craved the shadows that enveloped him and kept him secret and silent.  This was where he belonged.  And this was where he would take her.

~Part: 3~

Her husband was in the bathroom while Willow hugged a pillow and lay across the bed.  The sound of the shower running soothed her nerves, helping her trembling to subside.   He was safe.  Spike did not hurt him.  She had to focus on what actually happened and not what could have happened.  The vampire did not drain him nor did he conveniently mention that he knew her, so he must be willing to let Graham live and keep quiet about their depraved past as long as she did as he said.

Part of her wanted to pack up and leave.  Just skip the honeymoon and go back to California, but the problem would only follow her there, just as he had joined her on the island.  And more than anything, it would irritate the moody demon, thereby causing her more grief.  No…the best course of action was to stay and deal with him here.  If she could not convince him that she was not what he really wanted by their departure date, she would inform Buffy and get back to Sunnydale and her best friend’s protection immediately.

The water stopped, ceasing her ruminations.   She lifted the covers and crawled under, hoping to avoid his affections for the evening.  Not that she did not want him, because she did, with her whole heart, she just did not trust herself to fake it this time.

Several minutes later, Graham came out of the bathroom, steam curling in the air around him.  Seeing his little woman sleeping soundly, he toweled off quickly and slipped underneath the cool sheets, spooning her warm body close to his.  It was only a few minutes before they were both visiting Neverland.

~~~*~~~

The couple unloaded the trunk last, sweating.

“Hon, I’ll bring the rest up.  Go in…it’s too hot and you’re turning red,” he scolded.

They had spent the day at the International Marketplace, shopping for souvenirs and anything else Willow decided struck her fancy.  They also had lunch at a Polynesian buffet and went grocery shopping.  It was hot and humid, even if overcast and the redhead was overheated.  He was certain she would pass out if she did not get inside the air conditioned house soon.

“I’ll just grab a bag and go.  Thanks…a-and sorry I bought so much stuff.”  Her emerald eyes sparkled and he knew she would be shopping again within two days.

When he had met her, back when Riley was dating Buffy, she seemed so simple and unassuming.  She was cute, but nothing stood out, except her fiery red tresses.  As time went on she seemed to grow more confident, and outgoing.  And her manner of dressing changed as well, going from an earthy flower-child style to a more modern, chic femme fatale.  It certainly made him take notice and he tried to get a date with her for months before she yielded to his advances.  It did not help that the redhead never lacked for companionship and was always dating and breaking up with someone, so he has no illusions about his chances with her.   Once she relented, their relationship was tentative, at best, for quite a while.

However, he persevered, never giving in to anger when she proclaimed she needed her freedom and bedded another.  As she always reminded him, he was free to do the same and she would not fault him.  It was a game they played for over two years before she took his declarations of love seriously.  Before she would believe him.

The day she told him that his love was no longer unrequited, he rejoiced.  It was only a month after that he proposed and she accepted.

And she shopped.  It seemed to be a surrogate, substituting for her previous, discreet promiscuity; keeping her life in an ever-changing mode, always something new replacing the old.  Since they could afford it, he allowed it without question.  It was not as if he could actually stop her and as long as he was never on the replacement list, her shopping was all good with him.

~~~*~~~

Darkness surrounded the building, cloaking his presence.  Foolishly, the balcony doors were left open. Erroneously people made a connection between height and safety.  The stupidity of humans never ceased to amaze him.  He easily leapt to the high surface, his landing graceful and silent, and stood just outside, observing.

Mortally strong, tanned limbs were entangled with her pale ones as the sheet rode low on her hips, the boy-toy’s hand cupping a pert breast.  Her scent and sex, mixed with the stench of the other, floated past the vampire, but he did not try to enjoy the smells.  They were impure, contaminated by her husband’s seed.  Soon he would cleanse her of all those impurities and she would be wholly his.

Ever the good Wiccan, her senses detected his presence and she started to rouse. When her eyes opened, she turned, knowing he was close, seeking him out in the shadows that obscured him.  She squinted, barely able to see him, a finger crooking in invitation.

Sparing a glance at Graham, who was sleeping soundly, the young witch pulled on a robe and scooted quietly from the bed.  She crept out to the balcony, stepping beyond the safety of the threshold, knowing…well hoping…that he would not hurt her.   As an afterthought, she turned and closed the doors quietly, convinced that the noise from the television would mask the sounds of their conversation.  Because all they were going to do was talk.

He eyed her the entire time, saying nothing, cold blue orbs as unreadable as ever.  Her back was still to him when she spoke.

“What do you want, Spike?”  She was tired, nervous, and needed to get to the point quickly, before Graham missed her presence.

“Just watching.  You’re so cute when you sleep.”

“Please don’t…I have to go back inside.  Tell me what I can do to make you go away.”

The vampire placed a cool pale hand over his dead heart.  “You wound me, luv.  A bloke could think you didn’t miss him.”   He raked his eyes over her robe-clad form.  “And you seem to always be lacking panties whenever we meet.  Should I read more into that?”

“Do what you wish, Spike.  You always have.”

“Always have what?”

“Read more into…everything.”  She remained calm.  He was talking, not hungry, angry or threatening.

“Hmmm.  So are you keeping your end of the deal?”

She nodded, refusing to look at him.  Unfortunately, the vampire chose that second to move.  She was naked before she even realized what he was doing and on her knees with the blonde demon behind and between her legs.

“The smell of him on you is terrible, like cabbage and kidneys.”

“What?  Shut up.  I soo don’t smelly like stinky cabbage and I’ve never smelled a kidney, thank the goddess, so I really can’t make a determination there… And who cooks kidneys anywaaaaaaa...”

He thrusts into her without warning, her channel still slick from her previous activities, but it was a surprise nonetheless and her moaning started immediately, despite her resolve which has crumbled swiftly.

He bent over her, flush to her smooth back, never stopping his motions, and whispered, “That’s right, luv…moan all you want.  Bring your boy to me.”

That quieted her quickly, but she continued to back onto him, driving him deeper. The Goddess only knew how much she loved her husband, but this was what she was made for; Him inside her, taking her to a place that no man or woman ever could.  She tried.  Tried to find this with the others.  Tried to duplicate the feeling.  She did it all, even a few drugs, but nothing compared to the sheer unadulterated ecstasy of this vampire filling her up and tearing her apart.

Spike wanted to bite her, but she would not be able to hide it for long and that would end the game all too soon for his liking.  So he refrained and as she clamped and clenched around him in her silent orgasm, he shot his cool seed inside her, clearing out the human’s defilement, making her his again.  He knew that by tomorrow the boy-toy’s scent and seed would be back and he would have to punish her for that.  It was not against the rules, but since when did he care about rules.

Smiling, he stood up and tucked his spent cock into his slacks.  Willow, with his help, rose shakily, still uncertain how she ended up getting fucked from behind by a vampire on a balcony during her honeymoon while her husband slept inside.  And the orgasm was one of the best in her life.

“Tomorrow at noon.”  He handed her a slip of paper with an address on it and nothing more.

Frowning as she read she shook her head.  “Spike please…I have to go to this luau…”

“Noon.”  He kissed her, lips caressing her slowly, stilling her again.  “Your husband is stirring, better go on now.”  She pulled away slowly, nodding, her green eyes searching his.

“Spike…I…please don’t play me.  It nearly broke me, thinking you wanted me and having you leave me…”

“I’m not playing.  Not this time.”  He curled a lock of hair behind her ear, thinking how truly well-fucked she looked, and turned away, smiling as he jumped easily to the ground.

She listened, and after a few seconds could not hear him anymore.  Her body, though sated, tingled desperately, already longing for him.  Anxiously she awaited noon, her desire overriding her fear of what he would do once he had her alone.

~Part: 4~

And what could she do?

With the sperm of a lover that she would never say no to leaking from her, streaming down her legs, and he husband stirring gently, seeking her presence, Willow was stuck.  She needed to shower away the evidence, but she wanted to join Graham and keep him from waking completely.

Choosing the more practical of the two, she tip-toed to the bathroom, turned on the shower and stripped quickly.  The water warmed rapidly and she was under the spray in less than a minute, examining her body for scratches that were not there before.  A whimpered escaped her lips as she saw the bruises, in the shape of splayed fingers, already forming in her hips.  <Damn him!>

After a quick once over with the shower gel, she rinsed and got out, nearly jumping out of her skin upon seeing Graham standing there, arms crossed, his expression fathomless.

“Oh…Sweetie…I…what are you doing up?”  She pushed her dampened hair back away from her face, praying that her hand was not shaking too badly.

He brightened, smiling before looking sheepish.  “Sorry to scare you.  I just woke up and missed you.”  He noticed her pale appearance and frowned.  “Hon, are you okay?”

<Tomorrow at noon.>

“I…feel kinda sick…I thought a shower would help.”  She lied effortlessly and convincingly, years of practice at deceiving lovers coming back to her with alarming ease.

“Oh, why didn’t you say something?”  He scolded.  “When did this start?”

She refused to create a history of her imaginary illness, only to unwittingly contradict it sometime in the future.  “I don’t know…Please, I need to lie down.”

That did it, and the chivalrous male need to take care of  the damsel in distress kicked in, him carrying her to the bed and fussing over her until she insisted he stop and go back to sleep.

~~~*~~~

“No, you go, Graham.  I’ll be fine.  I just need to… rest and let this virus run its course. Tomorrow I should be good as new.”  She hoped to talk the demanding vampire into being more flexible.  It was a power thing and she understood, but she would not be able to put her spouse off like this too often.

“We can just do it another day.  I’ll stay and take care of you.”

“No!  I mean…it’s just that we’ve already paid for the tickets, and there are no refunds this late, so why waist them both.  You go today and tomorrow we can go to Wamaia Falls.”

“But you’ll be stuck with no car.  What if something happens?”

He was really being overprotective and it was starting to irk her.  She survived on a Hellmouth.  He knew this.  She was a very powerful witch. He wasn’t so aware of that, but he did know that she ‘dabbled’ in magic.

“Take your cell.  I’ll turn mine on as well.  I’ll call you if I need you, okay?”  She smile, but he realized it was the one that brooked no further argument.  “Good.  Now hurry or you’ll be late.  It starts at noon.”  <And I have to get dress and find Spike as soon as you leave!>

~~~*~~~

It was a ten minute walk to the address he gave her.  The house was pale green, on stilts like the one she was renting. His was surrounded by a thick blanket of palm trees, hardly allowing any sun to touch it at all. She looked up and all the windows were darkened by heavy curtains.

A vampire’s lair.

Swallowing hard, she began the ascent, knocking lightly upon reaching the shady porch on top.

The door cracked open, revealing a sleepy woman, vampire, pale with brown hair.  She saw Willow and made and “Oh yeah” type of noise, widening the gap for the human to enter.

“You must be Spike’s little witch.”   The demon eyed her with a restrained hunger that was nothing short of annoying.

“Uh, I guess so…Um… so, where is he?”  Her green eyes darted around the room, searching for the blond.

“Pretty.”  The other said mostly to herself.  “He’s coming.  You should wait here.”

The minion walked away and through a doorway.  This house was much bigger than hers, which had the one bedroom and bathroom.  In the dim lighting she could make out what appeared to be four doors, two on each side of the hall.  One was probably a bathroom.

Her musings were interrupted by a vague burning in her, indicating he was close.

“Do you own it?”

If he was surprised that she knew he was there, he did not show it.   “Yes, bought it recently…for you.”

She rounded on him.  “You can’t buy me things like this Spike.  I am married now.”

“I can fix that little problem for you.”  He warned.

“It’s not a problem.  He loves me. I can’t just leave him,” she protested, anger rising.

"Your marriage means nothing to me.  We matter.”  He was amused by her little outburst.  The day’s activities were sure to be interesting.

“Are you serious?”  She looked at him and sighed, the fight going out of her.  “Of course you are.”

“I told you I’d return for you.  That you were mine.  I was even good enough to let you play.”  He was enjoying the argument.  The minions were too afraid to even speak to him, let alone debate a point.  Not that he would not stake them for it, but it just got so boring at times.  She was a spitfire and just what he wanted for Christmas.

“You took too long!”  She was on the verge of tears, remembering how she waited for him, expecting to see him every night.

“Fours years, luv?”  The chuckle that accompanied his words only served to stoke her fire.  “I’ve lived nearly 200 years.  I’ve left Dru on holiday for longer.”

“And what about Drusilla?  What if she comes calling, wanting you back?  What happens to me then?”

“Dru won’t be back, but if she came, I would never let her touch you.”  He wondered if she realized she was already beginning to accept her fate.

All the while, she had been pacing the dark room, the sparse furnishings avoided by some sixth sense, he supposed.  Suddenly she sank into a deep blue leather chair and held her head in her hands.

“Goddess Spike… I need to know something….I need you to tell me the truth.”  She gazed up at him as he lit a cigarette, studying him.  “Will you ever leave me, Spike?  Ever?”

She trembled as she spoke, as if it cost her soul too much to voice this fear.  To ask.  He wondered how close she did come to breaking before and almost berated himself for not returning periodically.  The thought went away quickly, however, and his gaze became level and cold; His way of keeping the humanity in him at a distance.

“I’ll never let you go, luv.  Your boy?  He’s as good as dead if you don’t leave him on your own when I tell you to.  And if he gets in my way, I’ll torture him and then I’ll turn him and torture him some more before I stake him.”  He softened his gaze and put a finger under her chin, lifting her to meet his eyes.  He inhaled the scent of her tears and desperation.

“Is that what you wanted to hear?  How I’ll destroy everything in my path to get you and keep you?”  He leaned over her, planting light kisses on her eyes, feasting on her misery.

“So bloody delicious, Red.  You’ll taste even better when you finally submit.”

~~~*~~~

The mattress behind her was soft, pliant, letting her sink deeper as he fucked her without reservation.  It made for a rolling wave of motion that he rather enjoyed.

She pressed the heels of her feet into his firm ass, writhing for more.

“What do you want, witch?”  He panted for air. The little pixie was having a tremendous effect on him as well, but years of experience lent the vampire endless control.

“Fuck me, Spike.  Deeper, please…”  She was aglow with sweat, had been for the last few hours as they… renewed…their relationship.  There was a spring inside her, coiled and tense, and the maddening vampire continued to tighten it beyond anything she ever believe possible, only to release it, sending her spiraling into orgasm, before starting the tension again.  It was a cycle that she loved and craved and missed.

A shrill ringing startled her just as she was reaching the top, readying to fall over.  The cell phone barked at her as the vampire seized both of her wrists in one hand over her head.

“No!”  He growled as his pace increased, his body hot by proximity.  Driving into her, he changed his angle to hit her clit with every thrust, unable to not come as she came around him.  He collapsed on her, making sure his forearms took some of the weight, but not all.  He wanted her to feel surrounded, overwhelmed and possessed.  She whimpered into his mouth as they kissed.

The ringing stopped.  For her, the silence was loud and abrasive, for him it was blessed by Satan.

When he rolled off of her, her reached over and tossed her the purse, grabbing a smoke for himself.

The caller id indicated it was Graham and she listened to the voicemail he left before calling back.  He sounded puzzled.

“Hey Willow…I guess you’re sleeping.  The luau is great, but no fun without you.” She ignored the growl behind her. “The food was good too.  I’m on my way and wanted to know if you needed anything.  Call me, okay?  I love you.”

“I think I’m gonna heave.”  The blond commented.

“Oh please, like you were any better over your precious Drusilla!”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Conceded.”

She giggled at that while sorting her clothes from his. “I have to call him.”

“You do that.  Call him and send him on a mission.  I want to play some more, kitten.”  He wiggled his eyebrows and lunged for her, hitting the floor when she was just quick enough or he was retardedly slow enough to miss.

“No, Spike, bad dog!”  She laugh and it turned to a squeal as he was up and after her in a blink.  “Spiiiike!”

“Tell you what?  I get to bite you and you get to leave and make nice with your toy.”

“He’s not my toy, and how do I explain a bite mark?”  She slipped away and began dressing as he shrugged, picking up his abandoned cigarette.

“I don’t care how you explain it.  Either that or hubby comes back to an empty nest.”

“Jeez, Spike.  Fine!”    She was angry that she would be put in this awkward predicament, but secretly wanted it as well.

When she faced him, clothes in place, his demon visage was apparent.  “Come here then, luv.  You need to remember who you really belong to.”

She went to him, afraid, but excited.  The demon found the mixture of her fear and arousal irresistible, lifting her skirt and sinking inside her hot tightness before she could protest.  The pounding began.

“I love this no panties thing you’ve got going.”  He grunted, kissing and licking the smooth column of her neck.

“Oh….fuck, Spike!”

“Hmmm…you like that, kitten?  Purr for me.”  His fangs slid into his old, faded mark, blood splashing on his tongue and teeth before he closed a seal around the holes and began the slow sensual sucking that took her, mewling, over into oblivion again.  He emptied into her one last time before pulling out and licking her neck until the bleeding stopped completely.

“Don’t shower.”  He whispered in her hear, causing her to stiffen.

“W-What?”

“I want him to have to flush me out of you, like I had to flush his stench away.”  It was still a whisper, but she knew he meant it.  “Better go now.  I’ll come see you soon.  And stop by anytime.  Maddie and the boys know not to bother you.”

~Part: 5~

Graham slipped into the bedroom to find his wife sound asleep.  She was wrapped up in a blanket and looked uncomfortably warm.   He tried to remove it, but her fingers were tightly clutching the soft blue satin trim and he dared not wake her.  He touched her forehead, relieved that she was not feverish.

He went into the kitchen and put the bit of luau leftovers he managed to sneak away with into the refrigerator.  He would warm them for Willow later.  Meanwhile there was a wave with his name on it down the beach so he changed quickly, wrote a note for his girl and grabbed his board.

He had only been out there for thirty minutes before becoming bored.   When he saw the blond surfer from the other day, waxing his board in front of a large beach house, he grinned and jogged to greet him, his own board perpendicular to his body.

“Hey…Jim, right?”  He extended a hand to the vampire.

Spike noticed the human approaching, his heartbeat getting louder as he got closer, but feigned surprise.  “Yeah, mate.”  He looked up from the board, squinting in the brilliant sunlight that he would never quite get used to.  “Graham, yeah, how goes it?”

He stood and set the Mobley against the wall of the house, taking the proffered hands in a grip that was just a little too strong, making the man wince a bit and involuntarily pull away from the discomfort.

“Hey wanna beer? Got some on ice on the deck.”  He started up, intent on getting one for himself either way.  Graham followed.

“Hell, yeah! It’s hot as a beast out here when you’re out of the water.”

The deck was a covered balcony with four highback outdoor barstools set around a semi-circle bar.  Spike headed straight for a galvanized steel bucket with several beers submerged in slushy ice water.  He plucked two from the herd, popping the top for his while tossing the other to Graham.

“Thanks.”  The former soldier opened his easily, drinking it halfway down immediately.  “Man, this is heaven,” he proclaimed, gazing out at the view of the beach from the cool protection of the large canopy.

The vampire sat behind the bar while the mortal took a seat opposite.

“So how are you liking the islands?”  Spike asked, swallowing a mouthful.

“It’s beautiful here.  I’d love to stay.  You know, buy a little shack and live on the beach.  Surf everyday.”

“So do it.  Nothing like living your dream.”

“HA!  That is not an option.”  He barked his laugh, gulping more beer.

“Is that so?  This is the land of dreams and such.  Why can’t you have yours?”

“Well, my wife, she has these friends…”

~~~*~~~

Willow had to suppress the urge to cringe when Graham tugged at her blanket.  Thankfully, he left without further attempting to make her comfortable.   The board was gone, so she new he was in the water and would be until the sunset, so she had a few more hours to think.

The mirror told her the truth.

She was once again under his spell, and unable to resist him.  It was a hated feeling, but even as she tried to focus on that hate, perhaps draw strength from it, she cherished being with him, belonging to him, someone so powerful.  And her mind spun with the knowledge that he wanted her, always had.

She frowned at the twin punctures in the fleshy part of her neck, them looking back at her, tiny eyes barging into her soul.  After the gem incident, she was bent on reading up on one William the Bloody.  She dug further into the Watcher’s diaries and found references to independent studies done by non-council employees.  It was these that she sought, believing them to be more unbiased in their interpretation of findings.

And she was right.  Where the council depicted him as the cold blooded killer responsible for numerous massacres, uncounted occasions of torture, these men who followed his ‘adventures’ were more honest in evaluating the vampire.

His most brutal and sadistic period was when he was running with Angelus.  After that, he spent most of his time touring the world with his love.  Of course they left a sea of bodies in their wake, but it was like a person leaving a trail of chicken bones at a picnic.  It really could not be helped.

She learned that he changed his hair color and cut it short after the sire disappeared and it was believed to be an act of defiance.  Angelus loved William’s long, thick, dark blond curls, never allowing his childe to cut it shorter than shoulder length.  This was his way of letting his sire go.

The main theme in all of the unbiased studies of the vampire was that he killed to protect and to feed.  He seemed to enjoy the human condition enough to not want to destroy it.  He had no great love for them as a species, but torturing and maiming as forms of entertainment held no interest for him.  Instead he pandered to Drusilla’s wickedness, participating in her evil schemes and plots with great joy.  She was his darkness and his death and he loved her with a passion unknown to most of his kind.  That he was a formidable fighter and strategist made the two of them combined unpredictable and nearly indestructible.

The growling of her stomach roused her from her musings.  She needed to eat.  Somehow eating was not high on her list of things to do when she was with Spike.  Now she just hoped to fill her belly quickly and get back in the bed before Graham came back.  He would be in the mood for sex, when wasn’t he, and she still hoped to avoid him.  It was silly, since it was not something she had not done before, but she felt dirty, sleeping with two guys on the same day.  And Spike demanded that she not shower until after she and Graham…

“Fuck!  This is stupid.”

Rolling her eyes, she stormed to the bathroom, turning on the water, and stripped out of the soiled clothes.  Chances were Spike was not lurking around outside since Graham was back, but not inside.  It would be too awkward if he was spotted.  And he would never know if she showered before or after the dirty deed so, screw it.

~~~*~~~

The pair sitting on the balcony had happily consumed two buckets of beer, the second replenished again by a dark-hair beauty named Maddie.

When she appeared this time, she planted a long sensual kiss on Spike’s lips.  Graham watched, before turning away to see the last of the surfers and swimmers retreating with the falling sun.  The kiss disturbed him, although he was unsure why.  She had openly flirted with him earlier, as if she were not attached to anyone and it was certainly a boost to his ego, so he flirted back just a little.  But the kiss he just saw spoke of a familiarity that did not come early in a relationship.  No, what bothered him was not the kiss, but that the man he thought of as Jim did nothing when Maddie made her interest in him known.

After a few words with the blond, the woman slipped back inside, winking at Graham before disappearing in the remote shadows.

“So, what are you and the Mrs. doing for dinner?”  He passed a beer to the human which was accepted quickly.

“Don’t know.  Willow was asleep when I got back from this goofy luau she made me go to.  I wanted to stay home with her since she was sick, but she got all upset over wasting the money...so I have no clue.”

“There’s the Ahi-Ahi House up the road.  The local’s love it.”  He tossed out to him.

“I gotta see if she even wants to eat.”   He rose, the large amounts of beer, hitting at once.  “Geez, first, I think I need to see a man about a dog.”

Spike rose as well.  “Come on then.”

The blond lead his guest through poorly lit the house.  Maddie was reclining on a blue leather sofa, reading a magazine.

“Maddie, luv, you’ll ruin you eyes.  Turn on a lamp.”  She appeared ready to debate this before reaching over and obeying.

“It’s the first door on the right,” Spike said, pointing down a hallway.

~~~*~~~

Willow felt better, her unsavory behavior washed down the shower’s drain.  It was not true of course, and her deceptions weighed heavily on her mind for the first time in forever, but at least she could touch her husband and not feel as if she were dragging him in her muck.

It was dark out and Graham was not back, which worried her.  She knew she did not need to worry, but old habits died hard.   The man fought demons for a living for three years so he could handle himself.

She smiled, hearing him bounding up the steps, probably hurrying because he did not want her to fret over him.

The door swung up to reveal her husband, lugging his board.  “Hey, Willow.  You’re looking better.”

Her fingers abruptly went to the bite, covered by the high-necked, sleeveless blue shell she wore.  It was warming and a heat grew in her spine, a low fire that constantly burned, suddenly being stoked.

He glanced back outside.  “Jim, come on in.”

The redhead stifled a gasp as the blonde vampire stepped into the greatroom, smirk carefully hidden, but it was there underneath his innocent wonder.

“Hi, Willow.  Good to see you again.”

“Jim, hi.”  She felt faint.

“Hon, Jim knows this great restaurant and wants us to go with him and his…wife?”  He looked askance at his know friend a bit embarrassed that he had never asked.

“Girlfriend,” Spike affirmed, his eyes still on Willow, narrowing.

“So if you’re hungry…”

The young witch wanted nothing more than to get away from the vampire or least get him out the house.  He was not supposed to be there.

“Yeah, sure…I’m starved.  Let’s go.”  Her purse was in hand as she spoke.

Her groom chuckled.  “Hold on…I need to take a quick shower and change.  Jim, make yourself at home.  We have some beers in the frig if you want.”

“Yeah, I think I want.”

Willow snatched a beer and shoved it at him.  Only after the water started did she speak.

“What are you doing?”

“Drinking a beer?”

“You know what I mean.  Stop playing with Graham.”  Her harsh whispers excited him, but not as much as her scent, clean and aroused.  He frowned again, tilting his head.

“Give us a kiss, poodle.  Then we’ll go to dinner.  I promise to make nice with your boy.”  His smile was lascivious as he let his fingers ghost over her exposed arms.

“No kissing!  There will be no kissing!”  She stormed away from him and flopped on the couch, cross.

And it hit him, her scent.  The low growl followed.

“What?!  I’m not kissing you!”

“You showered.”  His icy blue eyes were fathomless.

She swallowed.  Hard.

“Yeah, I had to eventually.”

“So did you wait like I told you?  Give him the sloppy seconds this time?”

“You’re crass, but yes.”  She flipped her hair back over her shoulder, her tell.

“Hmmm…Right then.”

He remembered his conversation with her little toy and how the girl was asleep when he got back, so he knew the witch was lying to him.  But if she wanted to bring lying into the game, he was more than willing to adapt.

~Part: 6~

The restaurant was reminiscent of a large grass shack, with plank wood flooring and carved wooden masks hanging from the walls.  Nothing too different from the typical tourist trap, except there was hardly a tourist around.  Most of the patrons were locals and nearly all the tables were filled.

Spike led the small group up the seemingly rickety, but stable staircase to more seating. From there they could oversee the activities below, including the small dance floor in the northeast corner by the bar.  It was empty now, but would later be jammed with gyrating young adults, bent on vertical sex. The upstairs hostess, a tiny Polynesian girl with nearly jet back eyes to match her jet black hair, greeted and seated them immediately, flirting with Graham and the vampire equally.  The men grinned and nudged each other playfully, while Willow rolled her eyes.  Maddie only laughed, here eyes sparkling, unfazed by the games being played.  She was just along for the ride and what she could learn from the infamous demon.

With only ten years as a vampire, her own sire was amazingly generous with her, allowing her the freedom to roam the world and seek her own destiny.  It was his gift to her for her total obedience and loyalty.  The raven beauty was welcome to return to the lair at anytime, or call for help at a whim, but the fact that she was out, selecting her own acquaintances, killing as she chose without guidance or supervision was a novelty to most childer her age.  She had come across Spike a few months ago in Seattle.  He was there for the rain, feeling a bit nostalgic for merry Ole England, but not wanting to cross the pond.  She was there being courted by Jonas, the current master of the city, a pompous fool, but an old one, nearly two hundred, which said something for his survival instincts.  He desired her as his mate and she was inclined to play along for a while, perhaps stake him in a few years and take over his territory.

But once she spotted the blond vampire emitting massive amounts of power for a master so young, much more than Jonas, she lost interest in any romantic entanglement with Seattle’s master and allowed the much desired William the Bloody to sweep her away.

She accompanied him to Sunnydale, thrilled to visit a hellmouth and astounded that he moved so freely in the town home to the most treacherous slayer in history.  To discover that he knew her, knew her mother, had been in her home, had fought her and survived, and fought with her to stop hell on earth, it made her giddy.  She loved listening to his tales, from the days of running with and belonging to Angelus, and just thinking that name made her tremble, to his life after acquiring the much coveted Gem of Amara.

So it was that she became a companion to this demon among demons and although she would find herself loving him completely, she was not in love with him, nor him with her.  They were both manipulators, using each other and happy about the arrangement.  She was also anxious to see how he played with the humans and eager to learn.

The nervous, fidgeting diagonal from her brought the vampire from her musings.  She smiled evilly at the redhead’s discomfort, imagining what Spike had done to cause it.

“So, Willow, Jim tells me that you have somewhat studied the occult.”

She narrowed her slightly before answering, wondering what the vampire was playing at. “Yeah, I’ve read some books.”  <There, not a lie.>

“I’m terribly interested in it.  I once met a woman, she was a witch.”  Maddie laughed, light and full of air.  “She insisted, you know.  And I can’t help but wonder if it was true.  What about you?  Have you ever met a witch?”

Eyes so grey they felt like steel doors closing in on her mind, penetrated her being, and in her unguarded state the vampire saw into Willow, stripped and raw.

The witch spoke, licking her dry lips.  “No…I don’t think I have.”

“Yet,” Maddie retorted, “I think it’s only a matter of time.  They have to be everywhere.  Even right here in this restaurant, I’ll bet.”

“Ya think?”  Willow was recovering somewhat.

“Oh yeah.”  She replied, eyebrows wiggling.

The witch was saved from further interrogations by a busboy bringing water, poi and lomi lomi salmon.  The waiter was close behind, asking them about drinks and appetizers.  They decided to skip the appetizers and order right away, the vampires ordering just as much as the humans.

And Maddie drowned in it all.  The intoxicating scent of humans surrounding her and the pounding of their hearts made her want to stand up and dance.  Her sire had no desire to fraternize with the food, so she previously had limited human contact unless it was as dinner or entertainment.  Yet she found them intriguing and wanted to live among them, killing and playing undetected.  Spike was always reminding her to mind her vamipiric ways in front of the unsuspecting mortals.  Soon she hoped to blend as seamlessly as he.

During dinner, Spike and Graham rambled on, jumping from subject to subject, excited over the amount of topics in which they shared interest.  Willow listened, actually finding their animated conversation engaging, in a my-man-and-my-vampire-get-along-so-well-can-I-keep-them-both kind of way.

The raven vampire turned away from the talk, the pulse from the dance floor calling to her.  She reached out, thin cool fingers gently pulling on Willow as she rose bonelessly.

“Come dance with me.  Let the men bore themselves with that surfer dude junk.”

Green eyes widened to a comical point as she was playfully dragged to her feet, too polite to offer more resistance.

Graham did not help matters “Go, have fun.  I’ll catch up to you soon enough.”

Spike only smirked, the devil’s himself could not be more wicked, as he drew Maddie in, his breath in her ear a whisper of things to come.  “No tasting, but give us a show, eh pet?”

She took Willow’s warm hand in hers, not looking back, yet knowing both males watched.  She would have to ask Spike if fucking that delicious Graham would interfere with his plans.  In the meantime, she thought about the upcoming performance.

~~~*~~~

The crush of bodies unnerved the redhead, and she wanted to bolt, head back for the relative safety of the table, because despite what Spike or Maddie may think, Willow was well of aware of the danger she was in.  The female pressing against her did not have some sick obsession with her and did not fancy herself in lust with Willow.  If the urge to kill her struck the vampire, there would be nothing Spike could do from up above.

A powerful bassline pounded through her form, rivaling her heartbeat for dominance as Maddie pulled her close in the dance, an intimate parody of something more meaningful.  The song was not slow, but impressively sensual, leading her mind and body to places they ought not go.  Pale cool hands caressed her, almost welcome in the smothering heat, and when Willow did not shirk the vampiress away, more liberties were taken.   The small human glanced up to see the men talking, her men, not taking notice of their activities below, and resented them their camaraderie, no matter how false.  For it seemed that for the moment, she was not the center of either’s world, and she wondered with jealous amazement if Spike had plans for Graham as well.

Sensing that the redhead was distracted and not liking it, Maddie let her hand boldly wander over a perky breast, slightly elongated fangs glimmering in the roaming spotlights.  Willow’s wide eyes enticed a small giggle, seen but unheard over the din of music, and the raven-haired demon leaned close, capturing her prey’s ear in a soft kiss.  The tiny moan escaping the human did not go unnoticed.

“He will win.”

Willow shivered as the cool breath tickled her.  She pulled away.

“Win what?”  Green eyes beseeched gray for truth.

“You, of course.”  She stated this in such a matter-of-fact manner that the redhead was inclined to believe her.

But the vampire was done with conversation and proceeded to touch the young witch as she pleased, nibbling at her mouth with playful kisses that made Willow want to take this game somewhere else as she kissed her back, intentionally teasing Maddie into chasing her tongue with her own.

By now the men were dutifully attentive, Spike amused and aroused, knowing that he would take them both into his bed together, soon.  Graham was aroused as well, but also conflicted by jealously and anger.  This was what Willow did before she married, before she committed her love to him.  He hoped it was just a put-on for their benefit, to get their respective partners hot and bothered for a night of sexual bliss, but a tiny part of him remained incensed over anyone touching what was his.

“They look great together.  Wouldn’t you love to do them both?”   Spike asked nonchalantly, his bright eyes never wandering from the now writhing pair.

“Yeah…” It was a breathless reply.  From there, distanced from the music, Spike could hear the man’s heart slamming in his chest and smell his turmoil.  There was loads of fun to be had with this one and the blond planned on savoring everything he did to break the human and take his girl.

~Part: 7~

<What Am I doing?>

Willow pulled away from Maddie suddenly, taking half a step back, but unable to attain further distance.  The vampire’s hold on her was unyielding.  A cool hand, thin and soft, smoothed back the sweat-dampened red tresses, the icy touch welcome in this stifling heat of the dance floor.  Their eyes met before closing as lips embraced and this time the witch let herself go.

This was freedom.  Freedom to take who she wanted, where she wanted, and she missed it.  No ties that bind, restrictive and oppressive, telling her what to do and when to do it.  This was what she was.

Maddie, now assured the girl would not bolt, let her fingers caress every inch of exposed skin, brushing over a taunt nipple through the fabric of her silk shell.  Willow gasped, the clenching in her abdomen telling her that it had been too long since she had a woman.  She remembered a drunken, heart-broken Spike saying nearly the same thing years before and a giggle erupted while the vampire assaulted her neck with wet, greedy kisses, concentrating on the delicious scent of the mark Spike left there.

It seemed that horniness was contagious as most of the couples were now engaging in some form of foreplay.  She chanced a peek upward.  They were watching as she knew they would, this being too much to ignore.  Spike exuded that dark energy that she would always recognize.  She wondered how others could not feel it, undulating and pulsating like a synthesized wave.  Vampiric eyes were rimmed with gold, his hunger for her tangible.  Graham, however, was harder to fathom.  The lust was present as well as a rage that sent a crawling tingle down her spine.

He would kill for her.

Sadly, she knew it would come to that.  Or at least he would try and fail.  She only hoped to save his life when the time came.  Spike was relatively honorable if he thought you were as well.  As long as she did as he said, most likely Graham would be safe.

She closed her eyes, blocking out her guilt as she focused on the music and throbbing between her legs. As if reading her thoughts, Maddie gripped her forcefully before rubbing a palm into the center of her sex.  Red hair fell back as Willow thrust against the demon, seeking enough friction to come.

Graham watched, wide-eyed as the brunette fondled his wife.  Periodically, he glanced at the other presumed man, looking for any measurement of jealously or ire, but all he found was a heated lust to match his own.  That he wanted to fuck both women made him dizzy with anger and desire. He did not understand it, equally repulsed and fascinated.  And this was his wife, the one he adored.  How could he think of using her to that extent?

Through hooded eyes he watched as Maddie’s hand went down between them.  Willow’s response was immediate and enthusiastic as she humped the talented fingers that teased her.  He stood instantly, knocking his chair over with a loud crash that was inaudible over the din to most.  Spike turned quickly, latching onto the human’s arm before he could leave the table.

“They’re just playing, mate.  Like kittens usually do.”  The accent was thick and soothing, lending a sense of correctness to the statement.

He stared at the blond for a moment, thinking this over.  Eventually, he sat, nodding, as if convincing himself.  Spike’s focus was seemingly back on the two females, although he was aware of every nuance regarding the male next to him.  As Graham tensed, the vampire could actually hear the internal squeaking of tendons and ligaments pulling taunt.

“Relax, Graham.  She’ll come home to you, right?”

He released a breath he did not know he held.  “Yeah, I suppose.”  His eyes drifted away from his wife and to his hands, which suddenly needed nail cleaning.  “Is that how you do it?”

Spike frowned as the mortal tilted his head to capture his gaze.  “Do what exactly?”

“Tolerate the flirting or…”  He motioned to the dancing pair.  “This… kinda thing.”

The vampire shrugged.  What should he tell the man?  That Maddie does as she pleases and they have no real commitment to each other.  No, that did not fit into his plans.

“I let her have her fun.  She always comes to me to finish off, so I don’t have a problem with what she does.  She's bloody brilliant to watch.  Maybe I’m a bit of a perve for it.”  They shared a light chuckle.  “ Sides…best way to lose ‘em is to try to control ‘em.”

Graham seemed to consider this as he watched with an intensity matched only by his confusion, missing the victorious sneer of the blond next to him.

~~~*~~~

They went to the bathroom first, to freshen up.  Willow bent over the sink, hands trembling, splashing cold water over her face, barely making a dent in the heat that had accumulated in her small frame.    Inside she burned for a demon or two and cursed herself for it.

<I just made out with Maddie!  In front Graham and Spike!>

The vampiress stood to the side, away from the mirrors, until the small band of teenage girls left, silly giggles lingering behind them.  A younger Maddie would have never allowed such tasty looking morsels leave alive. As it was, she found it challenging.  She pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and approached the witch, drying her warm face.  Willow allowed the gently act to continue, but jerked herself free when the demon’s other hand roamed to other places.

“No.” Green eyes, filled with unmistakable determination, glared at Maddie, resolute.  The human would make a scene and the vampire might accidentally harm her.  Spike would not be pleased.  Normally the demon was easy-going.  He kept relatively few minions, those remaining for any amount of time being extremely competent and loyal.  So it was a nice, relaxed lair that they lived in.  But a disgruntled Spike was something she would rather avoid at all cost.

The brunette tossed the used towel in the garbage, shrugging her indifference.  “No matter.  You belong to him, but he’s a very generous master.  So when he decides to share, then I’ll have you anyway.  I can wait.”   She walked out, intent on returning to the dance floor with a new partner.

~~~*~~~

Willow hurried up the stairs.  She needed to get Graham and leave.  Spike and his games were too much for her.    She could not think, not while her body was so keyed up.

The table was empty save one blond vampire.

“Where is he?”  It was almost a growl.

Amused that she was so flustered about something, Spike grinned up at her, extending his hand in invitation for her to sit.  Of course he ignored her question and continued what he was doing.  Watching.  Orchestrating.

She sat and followed his gaze to the floor below where her husband was dancing with Maddie.  The vampiress was just as seductive, tempting the man in him to respond.  She courted his manhood with a confidence Willow had seen only once before – Spike.  She had to admit that the vampiress had learned her lessons well.  Spike seduced with the best of them, something that most of her previous romantic and not-so-romantic entanglements had yet to master.  Small pink lips curled in an unbidden smile as images of she and the vampire’s first times together bombarded her senses.   Even now he could stir up a yearning for him, without a touch, look or word.  He used her own mind and memories. She realized he been doing that since the day he left her to her own devices in Sunnydale.

Soon Graham’s token reluctance gave way to a passion filled answer to the brunette’s call.   Lips collided hungrily and Willow was not sure if his behavior was to punish her for hers or if he was really into the demon that would just as soon kill him as look at him.  Of course he had no idea what Maddie really was, which suddenly made her afraid.

“Spike!  She’s not going to…”

“No, Red.  She won’t hurt him.”  He assured her, picking up on the flash of fear pouring form her.  It  smelled…nice.   Too nice to alleviate completely.  “But she can.  If I tell her to.  And your boy took such a fancy to her earlier.  I could smell it, dripping from him like sweat.  He wanted to fuck her.  Like he wants to fuck you both now…”

“Stop it,” she muttered.  “Don’t be mean.  Don’t try to undermine my marriage.”

“Why not?  It’s fun and I’m bored.”  Petulant, he leaned back in his seat, no longer interested in the activity below.  His attention was wholly on the witch before him which was not necessarily good.

“Because I’m going to do what you want.  So you don’t have to convince me or try to break us up.  I won’t hate him, Spike.  I can’t.  Look what I’m doing.”  She pointed at the demon.  “He can’t do worse.”

“Ouch…luv, you wound me.”  He rubbed the spot over his dead heart, biting his bottom lip.  His blue eyes poured over her curiously, wondering when he would take her from all this.  She belonged in the dark, with him.  Oh…he enjoyed his little field trips into the light, but he never stayed long.  The sun was only desirable until he could have it.  Now it was just like all the other trinkets he had collected over time: precious yet forgotten until needed.

The witch, however, was much more fascinating.  He had her years ago.  Not a doubt in his mind.  The girl would have begged him to turn her within days if he had chosen to stay.  But it was not time for him to raise a childe.  It was time for William the Bloody to play in the sunshine.

He became feared and respected.  All the underworld knew of his quest to obtain and then recover the gem, outsmarting the slayer and bedding the witch of her inner circle.   At first they groveled before him, showering him with gifts and compliments, to curry favor.  Yet, mostly, it annoyed him and after a few stakings the population got the idea and left him alone.   Even Angel stayed away, telling his childe to keep out of Sunnydale, do not try anything apocalyptic and they would not have an issue.

Now he was ready to commit the next few decades of his unlife to another.  This girl was just the one to make him settle down and be responsible.  For a while.  Once she was ready, he would allow her to venture out on her own, become her own master.  But until then she held the promise of years of demonic entertainment.  He had the urge to be savage and barbaric after a five year hiatus of fitting in with the food.   He chuckled to himself, noticing how she shivered.  His demon could not wait.

~Part: 8~

He could not suppress the shudder as a soft, cool hand caressed the sensitive skin on the back of his neck.  He refused to try, conceding the advantage that gave her.  Yet she felt …good.  His head tilted forward, inviting those fingers to continue playing in the short silky strands as their foreheads touched.

He opened his eyes and there she was.  A gaze made of steel ensnared his, daring him to be bold and submit to this.  So close.  So intimate.  And yet not his Willow.  But she had touched his Willow.  With the same agile fingers that he now allowed to roam his body.  This was reasonable, a compromise.  If he cleaved to Maddie as his wife had, then it was nearly like embracing Willow.  Such was the way he mind chose to work.

“You think too much.”

Her words jerked Graham from his ruminations.  Again those grey eyes were asking the impossible.  He escaped their hold, glancing down at a floor already sticky with spilled drinks.  It occurred to him that none of what he did or planned to do could be blamed on inebriation.

“You should be rejoicing in your new life with Willow, not sulking.  Unless…”  She let the word hang for a moment as if the impending concept was new or strange to her.  “Are you angry about your wife and me?”  Resentment unchecked was a subtle, deadly weapon, killing trust and compassion with surprisingly well-honed accuracy.   It was something she thought to cultivate.

“No…I don’t think so.  I just…It was interesting.”  His feelings for Willow were just that…his.

“Really?  What did you find the most intriguing?”  She let the lie pass for the moment, slightly amused by his guarded emotions.

The undulating crowd had pushed them directly below and out of view of the pair upstairs.  Maddie was well aware of her position in relation to Spike at all times.  It would be unwise not to.  It was also unseemly not to use it to her liking.

“I…uh…well, it was kinda hot…you know, when you kissed her.”  The boyish smile was meant to entice, yet inadvertent, something he just did when flustered.

Before he could breathe, her mouth was on his again, her hand clenched in his hair, keeping him close.  This time he felt nails digging into him with a force that he would have thought strange had he been thinking at all.  Tongues dueled and lips sucked, frantic in their need.  When breathing became urgent, he wrapped long, raven tresses around his hand and wrist and pulled hard.  The soft mewling this action spawned sent a shiver down his spine, cold as snake’s blood.  His thoughts turned dark as he pondered all that he could do with a girl such as her.

“Fuck!”  He gasped, attacking her neck this time as the smooth column laid exposed before him, a buffet for his leisurely feasting.

“We can, whenever you want,” she managed between moans as his hands became as busy as his lips.  A symphony of sensations conspiring to undo his last reserves of control swallowed him alive.

“What about Jim?”  He pulled back to look into her eyes, searching.

She stared back, not flinching, and allowed his naked probing.  She easily concealed anything other than lust. Deception was second nature to her, accomplished without forethought. She asked what was anticipated.  “What about Willow?”

Expectedly, although no less gratifying, he fell, finding what he needed as justification and drowned in another oral embrace before urging her from the dance floor.

~~~*~~~

Willow followed the couple’s movements until they disappeared below her, refusing the urge to go chasing behind them.

But that was exactly what she wanted.  Even when she knew it was all a game where Spike made the rules and broke them as he saw fit, she was jealous.  Maddie was down there doing whatever pleased her with her husband.  She wanted to blame Graham for not knowing, but casted out the destructive desires as quickly as they intruded.

“Why are you doing this?”  Her voice was steady and for that she was thankful.  The vampire needed no more ammunition.  The fact that he could smell her desire for him no matter her words was enough of an edge.

He tilted his head, frowning, and seemed to not know what she was asking, his stare filled with an innocent wonder that she was even able to form a sentence.

“What will this prove, Spike?  That you, a creature that has walked this earth for nearly 200 years, can manipulate two mere kids by comparison?  Does that make you happy?”

Her voice had risen, but he was still so unaffected by her outburst that she wanted to scream.  But of course she did not.  She would have to be cautious with Spike.  He had no slayer or dark princess here to distract him.

“I do it so you’ll understand.  There is nothing and no one that will keep me from you.  I will possess every inch of your flesh, every thought in your head, every bloody action will be about me.  THAT makes me happy, luv.   Can you understand devotion of that nature?”

“Yeah.  It’s called an obsession and people pay good money to get therapy for it.”

He laughed, motioning to the waitress for a second round of drinks.  “Yeah, well, I ain’t a person.”

She deemed it better not to comment and cast her green eyes down to the writhing youth, still not spying Graham and Maddie.

Spike observed her with a mixture of conflicting emotions, his face betraying nothing.  He hated that the toy had her attention and that she pined for him while he was probably fucking Maddie into a wall at that moment.   All of her considerations were his.

He had contemplated asking Willow to dance, knowing she would eagerly accept if only to get her husband back in view.   He could effortlessly find a way to stumble across the couple, preferably with the human’s cock up his consort’s cunt.  Yet he also felt a off-putting need to protect her from the pain that he inflicted on her intentionally.  It was a maddening circle and disturbed him to no end.   He smiled.  His solution to this new puzzlement was a violent kill.  Later he would take Maddie into Waikiki for a little massacre.   In his preoccupation to reacquaint with Willow, he had neglected his predatory duties.  It was time to thin the herd.

~~~*~~~

He dragged her through the backdoor, her laughter trailing behind them.   A few others had also sought refuge from the noise and humidity inside the rapidly overflowing restaurant-turned-nightclub.  The majority were couples that hung in the shadows, their whispers and sighs resting easily on the vampire’s ears.  A multitude of heartbeats hummed through her, all out of synch, making her giddy.  The demon in her wanted to tear into flesh and break bones, make music out of the disconcerting rhythm.  It was interesting, this new restraint that Spike instilled in her and expected from her, the sweet torture of delayed gratification.  Her own sire was not much for waiting or playing with the food anymore.

They both looked around skeptically, coming to an identical conclusion, yet independently motivated.

“Car.”  She gave it voice and made it real as she took the initiative and tugged on him arm while he followed her through the parking lot.

It was during this short trek that Graham began to assess what he was doing, what he was about to do.  He was on his honeymoon, lusting after another man’s girlfriend, ready to have sex with her in the parking lot while his bride waited inside, innocent, or maybe not so much, and oblivious.

The sound of the doors being unlocked via remote tore him from more sobering thoughts.

“I …we can’t do this.”  He took a step back, not quite retreating, but not yet in for a penny, nevermind the pound.

She gazed at him intensely, inhaling deeply of his turmoil.  She delighted in seeing the way his face flickered with the contrasting emotions that warred within him, happy that she helped put them there.  “We can do anything we want.”

“No.  You maybe…”  He shook his head feverishly, perhaps to convince himself.  “But I have a WIFE in there and she trusts me.  And I am a complete idiot.”

He turned and kicked a tire.  Maddie cursed this sudden and unwanted bout of scruples, beating her demon visage down before the man saw something she was not willing to explain.  He sighed, a sound too small to have such significance, yet it did, and faced her again, his eyes drinking her in, still greedy in his unfulfilled need to consume her.

Temptation.

“Let’s go back in before they miss us, all right?”  He extended his hand formally, as if inviting her to waltz.

Knowing when to cut her losses, Maddie smiled graciously and nodded, indicating she too was relieved that at least one of them came to their senses in time.  Graham appeared to match her sentiment and grinned back.  In his mind they were now more than mere acquaintances, instead friends of a sort, bonded by their complicity.  She just planned to use this near duplicity to ensnare him further.  Like the fly in the web, his struggles would only strengthen her ever-growing hold over him.

~Part: 9~

Her third drink was potent yet fruity, the strong coconut flavoring, overpowering the more subtle hints of pineapple and papaya, did heated battle with the Cuban rum for dominance.  It was half gone when she began to mourn its loss, a languidness creeping over her.  Hooded eyes closed down completely when cool preternatural fingers caressed her legs slowly.  She parted them slightly without realizing it.  He belonged.

Spike knew exactly when the effects of the alcohol kicked in.  Her heartbeat, maddeningly elevated with worry over her toy, took a sudden nosedive, slowing even as the pounding became more incessant, determined.   She blinked lazily, her eyes taking longer to open each time until they finally stayed closed.  He heard her humming along to a song being played below, head swaying just a bit, reminding him of Dru.

For Spike, a day had not passed when something did not bring his ripe wicked plum to mind.  For the first year or so he longed for her, the ache so terrible he was sure that it would kill him.  In the end, he did as he always does; pulled his demony ass together and got over her.  The process was gradual and he was not certain exactly when she became a fond memory, but he was entirely pleased that she was no longer a source of pain and regret.

Once he let her go, he became focused again and was able to secure and maintain his station in unlife as the mad, bad and most dangerous vampire to know.  Many older, traditional-minded vampires scoffed at the huge amount of respect given to one so young and reckless, but never in his presence.  When he visited the courts of various masters world-wide, at their insistence, the red carpet treatment was common, as if he were a king, and frankly quite wearisome to the snarky demon, that only truly held the affectionately used title of Angelus’ bratty prince.  The blond never cared for meaningless rituals either, so any performed on his behalf were either tolerated with a detached cynicism or ignored altogether.

A few masters thought to manipulate him, preying on his disconnected relationship with his sire.  One offered to bring him into his bloodline, forsaking the blood of Aurelius.  The master wanted to make Spike his heir, apparently, passing over his own, older childer, and until the master’s demise, Spike would act as an assassin for his newly adoptive clan.

Spike listened to the master’s proposal, his expression unfathomable as the demon went on about whom he wanted Spike to kill first – Angelus.  Consequently, that master is no more and Spike took a disturbingly maniacal pleasure in reducing their bloodline’s numbers considerably.  After that costly lesson, it was clear to all that the youngest, most arrogant and vicious childe of Aurelius would not be tamed or understood.

And now his little redhead, with a tiny sway of her head and a melody seeping from her wet, pink lips, made him think of his love, his loss, and how far he had come in this unlife.  And the girl had been his ultimate goal since leaving her four years ago, driving him to accomplish all he could, while having as much fun in the process.

He stretched his senses, feeling for the other vampire, while dropping his hand under the table to find Willow’s soft creamy thighs.  He dragged two fingers over the hot skin, reveling in the lustful shudder even this small touch brought her.  Her legs fell open to him as his roaming fingers snuck higher to tangle in the soft curls there.

“Pet, how do you feel?”

“Feel good.”  She let her head fall back without opening her eyes.  “You feel good.”

Three words, falling sweetly and innocently from her lips, and his cock filled with blood.  For her.   He leaned over to kiss her, but had to change his intent as he felt Maddie approach.

“They’re back, luv.”  His lips brush her ear and she could not help trembling as juices flooded her center.  He pulled back and gazed into her now open eyes.  “Gods, Willow, I can smell you everywhere.  Makes me wanna fuck you right here.”

She sat up straight and pushed his hand away, blushing.

“Stop it, he’s coming,” she growled.

The demon chuckled at that.  “I think he already did.”  She punched his arm.  “What??...And come to my house at dawn.  I have something for you.”

There was no time to argue or debate as Graham and Maddie were up the stairs and headed toward them.  Maddie sunk onto Spike’s lap, diving in for a slow, syrupy kiss.

“I’m tired, Jim.  Graham here is a great dancer.  Wore me out.”  She leaned back into the blond, winking at the witch covertly.  “Willow, how do you handle this wild child?”

Graham blushed, catching the innuendo, even if his wife did not.  “She’s really just being polite.”

Spike read the stark hunger in Maddie’s eyes.  She was still young and had never had to practice restraint.  There was only so much she could handle before the need to destroy something took over. “Well, that’s my cue, innit?”  His kissed the vampire back, chasing her tongue while she played coy.  He could taste the humans on her, Graham more than Willow.  When he got her in the car he intended to lick her for every trace of his witch.

Willow turned away, unable to control the conflicting feelings of lust, anger and betrayal.

<This is SPIKE!  He is PLAYING you!>

Graham’s mouth on her bare arm startled her.  “Oh…sorry.”  She apologized for jumping.  She did not know why he surprised her when she knew he was behind her.  “I’m ready too, sweetie. Can we go to the house?”

He took her by her tiny hand and she stood gracefully, allowing him to pull her into his arms, the crushing embrace an overcompensation attempting to balance out his guilt.  “We can do whatever you want, Hon.”

He was not upset over her licentious behavior.  She had been afraid he would feel threatened and react badly.  One hand was still trapped behind her back, entwined with his.  Her free hand came up stroke his cheek, suddenly distracted by the minute stubble she felt there.  Unannounced, her tongue flashed out to taste the texture, slightly rough and prickly and so different than her vampire, who was all smooth lines of silky and marbled perfection.

She smiled at her husband, perfect in his imperfections, and wondered why her life had to be so complicated.

~~~*~~~

The place was called The Cellar, because that’s what it had been at one time.  It was located directly below the lobby and gift shop floor of the Royal Imperial Hawaiian Resort.  On the weekends it was popular hang out for the locals, spewing Hip-Hop and Rap music on Friday and Saturday nights.   The vacationing residents could feel the thunderous bass on those nights all the way to the 24th floor, where the penthouse sat.

Fortunately for Spike, it was Tuesday and they were playing what passed for punk.

The vampires paid the small cover and walked in past the bouncer, who for a moment seemed to want to ask the couple for ID, then changed his mind.  Spike smiled, giving kudos to those that listened to their instincts.  He would leave that one alive.

Or maybe not.

Maddie was not in a dancing mood.  This was the hunt and she meant business.  Graham’s slippery escape from her clutches left a bad taste in her mouth.  She glanced at Spike who looked like he wanted to play for a while.  She shrugged, not concerned as long as she got to eat soon.

Some nights there was a band.  Tonight the stage was empty, save the lone DJ, mixing old punk and new into a seamless rhythm that would have been an enjoyable distraction had he not been so very intent on murder.

“Maddie, do you see anything you fancy?”  He asked so that he avoided killing someone she wanted.

“They all look so yummy.”   She scanned the room as a girl squeezed between the two demons, her pretty blue eyes lingering too long on the blond.  Spike chuckled.

“Well, that settles who get to be the appetizer.”  She announced with a roll of her eyes.

“What?  Are you jealous?  I am a devastatingly handsome bloke after all.  It can’t be helped, I suppose,” he chortled.

“Please…the ever-so-full-of-himself vampire could look like shit on a stick.  It’s the principle.  We came in here together, are standing pretty close and she snakes her way in the middle giving you the googly eyes when for all she knows I am your date at the least, your wife at the most.  It’s disrespectful."

“Oh…forgive me.  I misunderstood.  I thought that was your tongue down Graham’s throat while Willow watched in horror.”

“That was business.  And I didn’t even get to screw him,” she stated flatly.

He raised an eyebrow at her, motioning for the bartender.

“Yeah, well, it was still fun.”  She leaned over him, pressing him into the bar.  “Was she really pissed?!”  She asked excitedly, hands clasping his shoulders.

“She was spitting mad.  It was really quite funny.  I could hardly keep a straight face.  You were marvelous.”

And she truly was.  He willingly admitted that he had found a valuable asset in Maddie.  It was a bonus that she wanted to be used for his games and had no designs on him other than to learn and play.  And the shagging was exquisite.  At some point she would be ready to fly alone and make her own way.  When that time came he would need a plethora of self-control in order to allow her to leave him.  His demon was becoming possessive of her, not in a love her way, but as something that belonged to him and should remain by his side to be used as he saw fit.  He considered, keeping her, breaking her, and making her love him despite his promises.  It was unfair, but he never confessed to being reasonable.

Internally, she preened at the praise, but displayed the cool façade, grey eyes narrowing.  “Flattery will get you a blow job in the bathroom.”

He barked a laugh, slipping a finger that tasted of Willow in her mouth while she teasingly fellated the cool digit.  His cock jumped.

“Satan below, Maddie, you are a bloody peach.  What say you go get your yummy bird and bring her to the table? We’ll take her home for a little after dinner entertainment.  Besides… I promised Willow a prezzie.”

~Part: 10~

It turned out that Graham was a tad more pissed about the Willow-Maddie floor show than he admitted to.  Now that he and his wife were alone in the car she felt the wall that he erected around himself.  The feeling was familiar, and she wrapped herself in it, reminding her of the days when they were dating, although not exclusively, at least not on her part.  Back then he would become morose and retreat into himself as if gathering the strength to deal with what his friends viewed as his cheating girlfriend.  Whenever Willow called him on this subtle form of sulking, he would deny it vehemently until she penetrated his resolve.  He hated allowing her to know how her actions affected him because her only response had been to tell him that he was free to see whomever he wanted at anytime and she would never fault him for it.

She sighed heavily, smelling Spike’s cologne, longing to taste him.   “What’s wrong?”

He turned out from the parking lot and left onto the Likelike Highway, giving the horn a soft toot in response to Jim’s as the other couple turned right.

“You let her touch you, Willow.”  He blurted as if it explained everything.  For him it did.

She hung her head.  She had hoped they could just forget it all and go to bed.  “It didn’t mean anything.  Just like when you fucked her with your mouth it meant nothing, right?”

“Willow, please don’t try to turn this around.  Normally I wouldn’t be bothered.  Two girls…every man’s fantasy, right?”  He gave a bitter laugh.  “But only if he knows it’s just a one off.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”  She frowned.

“With you…it could be something.  You’ve never been discriminating about who you bed…”

“Wait…hold it...I kissed her, got a little touchy feeling, hoping to get you so worked up...I’m sorry!”

“Willow!  You came on her hand!  She stuck her fingers inside you and you came!”

“I didn’t…”

“Stop it!  Don’t lie!  I know what you look like when you come!”  His grip on the wheel squeezed the blood from his hands, leaving his knuckles white.  He was afraid to let it go, afraid of the rage inside him.   “You’re supposed to only come for me now.”  His voice was but a whisper, yet she heard it clearly, ringing in her head, fighting for dominance with Spike’s order that she not come at the hand of her husband.

“Sweetie.  I…love you.  Please…It was just to tease you!”

He heard the hesitation and mistook its meaning.  “Fine.  No more then, okay.  I don’t want to be around her again.”

It was unfair and he wanted to tell her the truth, how he nearly fucked Maddie outside, how he did not trust himself with the brunette, how his anger was for himself as well, but he didn’t.  Instead he let her cry, bitterly remembering his own painfully lonely nights spent, waiting for her to call or come home smelling of another man’s seed or the scent of  some woman’s sex perfuming her lips.  In his anger he called her many unflattering things in his head, never voicing them as she had never lied to him.  To the others yes, but not to him.  Today she came close to lying to him, denying what he saw with his own eyes. The lying meant there was something more, something to hide that she cared about and he could not abide it.

He parked in the driveway, and they got out and went inside, the silence loud and intrusive.

“I’m taking a shower,” she advised him, her tight voice foreign even to her.   She relaxed her throat, attempting a more normal tone. “You wanna join me?”

He stopped mid-stride, obviously thinking.  She noted the tension in his back and wanted to sooth it away, but it had to be his decision whether he came to her.  She would not beg him.  That she reserved for the vampire alone.

~~~*~~~

“You don’t look like brother and sister.”

“Different fathers, pet.”

He lifted his third Jack and Coke to his lips, bored with the girl’s ramblings.  Victoria…<Vicky for short> was a cute thing, just empty-headed, but it wasn’t her mind he was after.

“And he let your mom name you Spike?”

“Well, it’s not my real name.  It’s a nickname…from a girlfriend.”

Her eyes darkened knowingly, giving him a glimpse of where her mind lived, as she overtly scanned his body.  Her pulse rate increased as did the heat emitting from her tight, lean body.  She had been drinking something fruity and potent with rum that he could smell in her pores.  Later her blood would be flavored with it, making it spicy and thick.  If timed right, she would be the best cocktail of the night.

She abandoned her unabashed perusal of his considerable charms, looking at Maddie with a scowl as she danced with two men that were obviously tourists.

“She’d better be careful.  Most of these men are on vacation and think they can get away with anything.”

“Maddie can handle anything any of these wankers dish out.  You’d be surprised.”  A few songs ago Spike sent her to go find a quick meal as he planned to keep this one for himself to play with later.    Soon she would disappear with one of them and come back alone, glowing and beautiful, demon sated and happy.   He loved shoving his cock in her after a kill, she was warm and the fucking was phenomenal.  Unlife had its perks.

“Hmm…so you wanna get out of here?”  She asked him, craning her neck to face him as golden tresses framed her blue eyes.

He reached up, gently brushing stray strands that fell across her face.  “Yeah, luv.  Maddie’ll be done soon.  Then we’ll leave.”  He caressed her bare arm, reveling in the tiny trembles that she tried to control.

It was absolutely too bloody easy.

~~~*~~~

He did not join her immediately, but in hopes that he would, she cast a small glamour to hide the still-healing bite mark on her neck.  She vowed to go shopping the next morning for an appropriate choker while cursing the demon for creating her predicament.  Moments later he knocked and, not waiting for her to reply, he entered, nude and beautiful.  He was bulkier than the thin and sinewy vampire, his shaft thick, but short, where Spike’s was long and hard and perfect.  She shook her head to rid her thoughts of the blond and slipped into the shower, Graham on her heels.

The stall was little, not intended for two, but neither complained as she leaned against the tiled wall underneath the showerhead.   Warm water cascaded over her breasts and down to her curls.  He dropped to his knees and lifted her legs to his shoulders as his tongue and lips slurped at her center.

Darkened red hair stuck to the tile, her head rolling left and right, her belly tightening incredibly, while the sounds of him sucking and drinking her made her vacant walls clench for him.

He took her clit between his teeth and bit hard while his tongue rolled over it soothingly behind the scenes.  She cried out, bucking as her eyes crossed then closed, back arched from the wall.  Her new position diverted the flow of water and he was able to produce more friction to her overly stimulated cunt.

Breathing was a chore and she stopped often only to start again when she got too light-headed and remembered she needed air.

“Uh…Grah…fuck.”  She moaned and then she came, hips thrusting wildly to fuck his mouth.  He grunted, his face full of her, placed strong hands on her hips to stay her while she calmed.

Graham retreated a bit to peek up at her lovingly. He rejoiced in the sated, yet hungry set of her face.  She wanted more of him and he would give it.  A tiny hand spooned his cheek.  He turned and kissed the palm, and lowered her legs to place her on her feet.  The water flowed over her pale skin, highlighting her porcelain perfect flesh.  He frowned at the finger shaped bruises her hips sported wondering how he did that to her.

The thought lost its appeal as her hands tangled in his short hair, urging him up for a kiss.  Her mouth welcomed his easily and each became lost in the taste of the other.  She raised her legs to his waist, her body whorishly pleading with his to enter her, make her whole.  He complied, hissing as she surrounded him.  His hand slapped the wall hard to in an effort to delay the impending orgasm that was approaching all too quickly.  She refused to help his cause, so intent on her own release, and gyrated, totally out of control, using the wall behind her for leverage.  Capitulating he slammed into her violently, so deep that he thought he would choke off her screams.  Yet nothing did and the water sluiced over them, cleansing the sins of the day away, allowing them this holy communion when otherwise there was nothing but unspoken bitterness and betrayal.

She came, her walls quivering and clamping, and grabbed his shoulders as she pounded her head into the wall, chanting a litany of words he did not fully understand as he fell over behind her, his release almost anticlimactic after watching and feeling her tremble so sweetly.

Her legs fell, like spaghetti they were to her and just about as useful.  He rained kisses over her face and chin.  She stiffened when he got to her neck, but in his love for her he did not notice the change.

“That was…”  He stated, but fell silent in favor of breathing.

“Yeah…”  Was all she could muster up as well.

They left the shower together, actual bathing forgotten, and climbed, wet, into the bed, dampening the sheets as the ceiling fan overhead forced cooled waves of air over them.  He turned and snuck and arm around her waist, pulling her into a spooning position.  His fingers traced the bruises on her hip gently, guiltily.

“So that’s your new name for it, huh?”

She twisted around, looking at him with a grin to match his amused eyes and had no idea what he was talking about.

“What?”

He laughed and replied in a mocking falsetto, “Oh fuck me, yeah right there, spike me.”    He teased, not understanding her panic as redness spread over her face.

Mistaking her mortification at calling him Spike for embarrassment at being so vocal and creative, he relinquished his teasing and kissed the back of her neck.  She accepted the snuggling, relieved that he never heard the gang speak of Spike.  Her internal turmoil went unperceived by the man behind her and she questioned just how long she could play the vampire’s game.

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