DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy, Angel, Willow, Giles, Faith, or any of the characters portrayed here, no..They are the property of The WB, Fox Studios, possibly the UPN, Joss and many others I don't know. I own the plot thought.
Rating: R
Timeline: Buffy season 5, Spike has a chip, Oz left, Willow and Tara are not too serious. .. Faith is still sleeping.
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Author's notes: Thanks to Doris and Shannon for their help. You guys rock!
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~Part: 1~
The storm was unleashing its fury upon the California coast. Spike had a fondness for these borderline hurricanes. He smiled as he grabbed his duster, ready to venture out into the wild night. Spike listened as the rain pounded against the walls of his crypt. The rumble from the sky above echoed the rumbling in his belly. Spike had decided to walk and pick up a pack of cigarettes. Spike learned long ago that nights like this were greatest to hunt. This was due to the fact that people had hated this weather, almost feared it and Spike knew fear made the blood even sweeter. Spike had also used stormy nights like this to enhance his stealthy skills, honing his eyes to pick up the minutest details. He had followed a homeless man for a while now. He grinned, as the man would pause periodically, looking over his shoulder. He took pride in the fact that he was still able to install a feeling of unease in people.
Spike sniffed the air. There was something in the air, other the feeling of dread emanating from the homeless man. This feeling made Spike uneasy and his demon surfaced. The scent in the air made Spike feel apprehensive almost as if his role had somehow changed, from the hunter to the hunted. He backed away from his game and decided to get what he came for. The package store was close by. He picked up a bottle of tequila and a pack of cigarettes. He knew he also needed blood, but decided that he had best drop the tequila home, lest anything happen to it. He had a feeling that he might run into an old acquaintance. He then dropped his precious 100% Agave tequila at his crypt and headed to get some blood.
True to form, Spike had run into some old friends who weren't exactly pleased with him these days, not that he really cared. Spike smiled as they rushed him. His fighting skills had not dulled at all and it felt good to beat them. Spike always liked inflicting pain. Spike fought just a little harder as the storm intensified. He was only vaguely aware that the thunder was getting closer or that the lightning seemed just a little brighter. All that mattered was that he was in combat mode and he was winning. He didn't even register the pain as the lightening bolt zapped him with massive amounts of energy. Spike heard the growl he let out as the pain cursed through his long dead veins. He felt the fluctuations reminding him of a heartbeat and it hurt like hell. His body hadn't moved and all he saw were bright explosions in various colors. As quick as the energy hit him, it all just stopped. It took a moment for Spike's eyes to readjust to the darkness and the storm that seemed to be dissipating. "Well that was smashing." Spike muttered aloud.
He then found another person to play with that evening. The girl was drenched. Her dress had clung to her, making her look a bit like a strung out junkie. But it was her red hair that caught his attention. It reminded him of Willow. Willow, he thought, humanity personified. He had always wondered just how Willow tasted, especially since that night in her dorm. He had seen the sparkle in her eyes when he said he would make her his child for eternity. Even the night he kidnapped her and took her to the factory, he was a bit wound over Dru back then. His mind replayed playing with her hair, inhaling the sweet fear she radiated. He wondered how she would have tasted, so innocent back then.
He wondered just how much his prey would scream if she saw him, in his demon glory. He imagined tearing out her throat with his bare hands, feeling her warm blood. He then grabbed his head, anticipating the pain that came along with it. But something happened, or didn't in this case. There was no pain. Spike then let his vampire face slip out. He followed the girl more closely, waiting for the right time. He could sense her unease, being out alone at night, in a town with the reputation Sunnydale has. He let her hear a soft laugh. The jolt in her heartbeat was music to the vampire's ears. He then grew bored with the cat and mouse game he was playing. He decided to see if his chip was working. He only felt the warm blood as his fangs tore deeply into the girl's throat. Within seconds he drained her and let her corpse fall to the ground. The taste of her warm fresh fear laden blood was orgasmic for him. He had been living on animal blood, since his chip, which he decided was far too long.
His mind spun as to what his next step would be. He knew the ultimate goal would be Buffy's demise. His first impulse was to find her and drain her. Then he reasoned that would be a cheap way of destroying her. His mind flashed back to the months of her tormenting him. He realized a quick death would do him little justice. She deserved nothing less than to suffer. Plus, he had Willow to worry about. She was into some heavy magic and that he could not fight. Until he knew for sure if his chip was totally gone, he would pretend that it wasn't. He continued his run to get butcher blood. As much as he despised butcher's blood, the gang had been on a first name basis with the butcher and in case the gang ever checked up on him.
He whistled a happy tune as he headed home to his crypt. So many deaths to plan, so little time. Who was he kidding, he reasoned that he was immortal time was all he had. He was glad that there was no indication of the pain coming his way. He laughed out loud. Spike had been thinking about the best way to deal with Willow. He could sense the dark potential she had. Hell, for the head vengeance demon to be offering her a job, she was hiding something very dark. He did chuckle that she still owed him a love spell. Perhaps, he would collect something from her in another way. He could sense the loneliness that lay buried deep within her. The wolf had deeply hurt her and she wasn't too thrilled with the other witch. She would be ripe for the picking. Spike always had a way with women, after all Angelus and Darla had taught him well.
Then next day he was looking at properties. He knew that he needed a new place to stay. He would keep his crypt for appearances. He found an old abandoned hotel on the outskirts of town. He made what calls needed to be made and the property was his. He smiled as he filled in the windows with bricks. The weeks had flown by and he put effort in making Willow his new best friend. He found it easy to deceive the group. He soon had all he needed in the new place, furniture, chains, a torture room; mostly the necessities that any decent vampire would need. He had showed up at the Magic Box daily. No one even suspected that he was the cause of the subtle increase the mortality rate. He smiled, feeling very proud of himself. It had been hard a few times, resisting shutting the moron up by simply removing his vocal cords. But he knew it would be so worth it. He had been fooling them for over two months.
He felt today was a good day to set things into motion. He had enjoyed watching the group dynamic. As usual Anya was chattering about something that held no interest for him. He didn't have to fake his bored look. His eyes rested on Willow. She was a lovely creature, he reasoned. He had made good progress developing a friendship with her. He often wondered just how far he could push her. He smiled, as this was the best way to break the slayer. That was something he wanted; something he felt he was due. The voice of the slayer shattered his thoughts of seducing the redhead. He pretended to ignore her. He was struggling with his demon's need to kill this girl who mocked him, who belittled him. He would show her just how beneath him she was. He knew that day would come and she would not even suspect it. He watched, thankful that Buffy headed out for a patrol. Spike didn't offer to join her and she didn't ask. Eventually Willow was tired and she was heading home. Spike just got up and followed her.
"You don't have to walk me home." She said, sounding almost defensive.
"I know."
"Thanks." Willow said, giving him a sly grin.
"You ok?"
"Why do you ask? " Willow said, giving him her mock innocent look.
"You are quieter than usual."
"Not really."
"Yes really. Luv, I am very observant. Wanna tell Uncle Spike what's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"Why do you say that? If it was nothing you would tell me."
"Tara and I broke up."
"Sorry about that."
"Are you?" She asked, her eyebrow arched, indicating she didn't believe him.
"Yes. As you know I have had a lot of time to reflect on things. You are the only one of those rodents who gave a damn about me. That means something."
"I guess, but if your chip disappeared you'd kill me before I knew it."
"That what you really think?"
"Yeah. I mean let's take a look at your track record."
"Point taken. Wanna drink?"
"Huh?"
"Did you want to get a drink?"
"Where?"
"I have some tequila at my crypt."
"Tequila bad." Willow said and made her gross face.
"I get the good stuff pet."
"I'll pass on the tequila."
"We could go to the Bronze. My treat."
"How do you have cash to treat?"
"Got plastic luv."
"How can you get a credit card?"
"When you are as old as I am, I have assets all over the world. Just takes time to get them."
"Ahh. So Bronze then?" Willow asked, her eyes sparkling. They then walked into the Summers' house and Spike proceeded to follow Willow into her bedroom. "Um.. Spike I need to change."
"I know, I wanted to pick something out for you."
"Why?"
"No reason."
"If it were no reason, you'd tell me." Spike smiled, this girl had spunk. He would definitely keep her around.
Spike chuckled. "Dru liked to have me pick out her dresses since she had no reflection to see how they looked."
"Oh. That is so sweet." Willow said. She then pointed to her closet. "Let's see what you can come up with."
Spike smiled. He found a knee length black skirt and a white lacy poet's blouse. He then found black boots with a low heel. Willow smiled as she saw how tasteful the ensemble was. Spike then left the room, knowing that Willow would wear the outfit. When she stepped out of the room, he whistled. "Good to know I haven't lost my touch."
The Bronze was not as loud as usual. Willow smiled as Spike danced all the slow songs with her. He had told her stories of his wild days. He made sure to keep her drinks coming. He then hinted at some of him and Dru's sexual escapades. He smiled as Willow had made a comment about it being a while for her. "I had good teachers you know, Angelus, Darla and Dru."
"I'm kinda limited. Only Oz and Tara." Willow said, with a slight blush.
"Wanna play a game red?"
"A game?" Willow asked, then hiccuped.
"Yes,"
"What game?" She asked, her eyes bright and mischievous.
"I want to make you come right here. I want to feel you from the inside."
"Spike, here?"
"Yep. You can sit closer to me, if you want to make any noise, go ahead. Bury your face into my neck, you can even bite me."
"You're serious?"
Spike then took her hand and slid it under the table, right over his very pronounced erection. Spike saw her get wide as saucers and lick her lips. She had a big grin and then she said, trying to look serious. "You are serious."
"I find a good orgasm makes you feel better. Plus it always feels better when it's someone else giving it to you."
Willow smiled and moved her knee, allowing Spike the access that he needed. He took his time tracing a pattern over her thigh. Willow then moved her leg a little more giving him greater access. Soon his fingers were tracing the outline of her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her. He then began to massage her clit. He felt her twitching as he teased her. Her nuzzling him was making him even harder as she whimpered into his neck. He kept teasing her, wanting her to revel in the sensations her was creating. He loved how she tried to move against him, to generate the needed contact. "Damn Willow, it feels so good, so hot."
"Spike, make me come.please..." Willow panted out. With that his fingers began move fast over her cit. He groaned as he felt her bite him. He felt her come hard. He realized how lovely she was with her eyes glassy and her skin flushed from the intensity of the orgasm. He was also glad that she had not moved her leg. He let fingers continue to move slowly over her.
"I can't believe I just. here."
"That was incredible Willow."
"But you didn't.."
"You did." He said then licked his fingers in front of her. He saw her expression. "Damn you taste so good. I want you in a big bed." He put her hand back over his erection. "I want to be inside of you."
"Will it fit?" Willow asked as her fingers began to massage him.
"It'll fit lov, it take some time, but yeah it will fit."
"Can we go now?" Willow asked. Spike then kissed her. Willow reveled in the feeling loving how his tongue explored her. Spike put his arms around Willow and pulled her onto his lap. They quietly snuck into the Summers' house. Willow was glad that no one was home. As soon as they were in her room, Spike spun her up against the door and kissed her hard. Willow wrapped her legs around him and moaned into his kiss. Spike grabbed Willow's wrists and held them above her head. She purred and mock struggled against him.
"Kinky, Pet?' Spike purred.
"Want you." Willow moaned then bit him. Spike growled and tossed her onto the bed. Willow giggled and Spike sauntered over to the bed, giving her his predatory look. He then pounced on her. Willow moaned as he pressed against her. His hands made quick work of her shirt, ripping it from her. Willow moaned his mouth descended upon hers. Her hands were furiously trying to remove his clothes. "Feisty, pet. I like that."
"Shut up and kiss me." Willow demanded. Spike then kissed her hard, intentionally bruising her lips. His hands were working to remove her skirt. Willow moaned as he kept touching her. Willow then positioned herself on Spike, digging her nails into his skin, leaving a reddened trail down his chest. Spike took the opportunity to remove the boots she was wearing. He put his hands around her throat and pulled her gently to him. Willow moaned as he kissed her. His hands then slid to her back, pressing her against him as he fought with the clasp. Willow whimpered as he held her close to him.
Willow then pushed herself up. Spike took the opportunity to grab her breast. Willow moaned as his thumbs flickered over her nipples. Spike then tweaked her nipples, making her squirm against him. He purred as she ground herself against him. He then lie her on her back and began to kiss her neck. He let his vampire face come out and ran his canine along her throat, barely touching her. She moaned and sucked in unneeded air. He took his time, enjoying her warm flesh. Willow began to arch her hips up to meet his. Spike grinned and slid his mouth down even further, teasing the skin just above her belly button. He then let his tongue wander. He teased her wet folds, slowly running his tongue over her. He then thrust two fingers in her. Willow gasped and moved her body trying to get more of him inside her. He used his fingers to make her moan loud. He waited until she was lost in her fifth orgasm then slid his fangs into her inner thigh. She came again just from his bite. Spike then got up on her and began to pound into her, feeling her warm body take all the affection he gave.
He wasn't sure when exactly she fell asleep, but he was wiped out. He could still taste her in his mouth and he wanted more. He pulled Willow close to him, letting her naked body warm his as well. He heard the slayer try to sneak in, but Willow slept soundly, but then again he reasoned, he wore her out. Spike closed his eyes and tried to rest. He had a big day tomorrow.
~Part: 2~
Willow POV
I must be dreaming. I have to be. I'm not alone. Then I heard this loud noise, someone is screaming. I shot up in bed. Buffy is screaming. I wonder why she is screaming in my bedroom doorway? I try to focus on her, but my head hurts. "Buffy. Too loud."
"Willow. are you ok?" She is looking at me like I have grown a third eyeball.
"I'm ok, my head hurts."
"Go back to sleep love." Spike grumbled.
"Ok. Wait.. Spike." Then it dawned on me he was in bed with me and I felt very naked. "Um.. Buffy... can you excuse me?"
She then shook her head, mumbled something and slammed the door. I closed my eyes; laid back and then opened them back up. Yep, he was there. I felt his hands in my hair. "Stay here. You're so warm." He then pulled me closer. I relaxed against his body. Then I felt him pressing up against me. Damn that vampire never went down. If only Duracell can bottle up that kinda stamina, they'd put Viagra out of business.
"I need to get up." I mumbled. This was really awkward.
"I am not stopping you." He said.
"Can you turn over?"
"Willow, after last night, I have seen and licked all of your sweet skin."
"I can't believe I ..."
"You came so hard at the Bronze." He said with a grin. I know I was bright red.
"I told you tequila bad." I said. " I did . a lot.didn't I?"
"I believe seven or eight times last night. Wanna go for ten?"
"You can't be serious." He raised his eyebrow at me. " Damn." I muttered. I felt his fingers touching me. I kissed him and it was wow. He was so gentle with me, knowing I was still a little bit tender. I gasped as he filled me. He moaned as I ran my fingers up and down his back. I felt the beginning tremors and lost it. I bit him so I wouldn't scream and send a house full of people in here. I held him tight against me, using my legs to hold him inside me. He purred. I swear I felt him come inside me. "Did I hit number ten?" I breathlessly asked him.
"Yeah, about thirty minutes ago." He said. "Slayer's pissed. Want me to go out there with ya?"
"No, rest up. I'll deal with her." I said. I turned and he was already sleeping. Thank god. I slipped on a pair of jeans and one of Xander's old sweatshirts. Buffy still looked at me like I had a third eye on my forehead. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. I have a little bit of a headache, but I'm good." I said.
"Sorry about the a.m. screaming thing. I was a little stunned."
"It's ok. The ringing in my ears went away."
"So are you and Spike a couple?" Buffy asked.
"Just friends."
"Willow, Xander and I are just friends. Xander and I aren't knocking the boots and having multiple happies."
"Point taken. I don't know. I enjoyed it." I knew I was red. Buffy smiled.
"The grin from ear to ear is telling me that. I have to know, did he force you?"
"Buffy he has a chip in his head. He couldn't. He offered, I accepted. We did."
"Xander will freak out."
"Don't tell him." I said.
"Dawn heard you guys last night. She told me that you woke her up." I think I now look like a lobster. I looked at the carpet. "You mad at me?"
"Nope, but you know how Dawnie is with a secret." Buffy said, giving me a grin that was just evil. I grunted, slide further into the couch and winced, as I was still a little sore. Buffy grinned and started laughing. "What is so funny?"
"You. So Spike was good?"
"Hell yeah. I hurt."
"Be prepared. Anya will want the details."
"No, she doesn't."
"Why?"
"I am pleading the fifth."
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