The Substitute

Author: Sylver

Pairing: W/S

Rating: PG for now, NC-17 soon.

Summary: Willow needs a substitute for her magic craving and thinks Spike will do nicely.

Spoilers: Season 6, Willow has been dumped and has gone through her magic withdrawals; Spike has also been dumped and is going through Buffy withdrawal.

Disclaimer: I did not build the Buffyverse that would be Joss; it is merely my playground, as are the stories and rhymes of my childhood.

Distribution: If you want it, fine by me, just drop me a line first.

Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top!

Special Thanks: Kat for checking over my ramblings and Aden for always being happy to see me.

A/N: This is an answer to Kaz’s Summer of 2003, the Summer of Seduction challenge. Oh, and I know I promised not to start anymore fics until I finished with ‘Making a Princess’ but I was attacked by this plot bunny, and I just couldn’t resist!

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 ~Part: 1~ Flirtation

          Willow had an itch. An itch she couldn’t scratch. It was like a constant craving crawling around her brain. Magic. She wanted the magic back, and she couldn’t have it. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if she had someone to help get her through, to take her mind off of things for a little while, but Tara had left and she wasn’t coming back. There was no one to comfort her in the night. Hell, she’d even happily forego the comfort in exchange for some wild monkey love to keep her mind off of things, but once again, Tara had left her. ‘Well screw that,’ she thought to herself, ‘I can be as hot as the next girl, kind of, sort of. I just need to go out and find me a little snuggle bunny to get me through this rough patch.’ But as much as she tried, she just couldn’t stomach the thought of being with another woman besides Tara.
 
 

          Just then, the redhead heard the bell over the Magic Box door jingle, and looked up from her computer screen to see Spike come strolling in, a look of complete misery on his face. He noticed her watching him, and instantly a blank mask replaced the pained expression.
 
 

          “Is Buffy around?”
 
 

          “She’s on patrol.”
 
 

          “What are you doing here? I thought you were avoiding the whole hocus pocus scene,” his voice was nonchalant, but his eyes held concern.
 
 

          “I’m just doing a little research. The others went for coffee; they’ll be back in a minute.”
 
 

          “Isn’t it a bit dangerous for you to be here alone right now?”
 
 

          “Maybe I like danger,” Willow said, running her eyes over his lean form, flirting slightly before she even realized what she was doing. This was Spike after all. How hard up was she? But as her eyes traveled over his body, she had to admit she could do worse. Besides, there was something about the pain in his eyes that told her he needed the distraction as much as she did.
 
 

          “Umm, right, you’re a regular daredevil,” Spike said somewhat confused. Was the little chit checking him out? Not that he wasn’t devilishly handsome, but he could have sworn she was gay. Then again, there was the whole dog boy thing, but still, he must be imagining things. His whole Buffy debacle must be clouding his brain, that’s it, that must be what it is. He shook his head slightly, and grabbed a book from the table, sitting down across from her. “Maybe I’ll just keep you company until the others get back. What’s on the research agenda for the evening?”
 
 

          “Loshadi demons,” she replied in frustration, turning her attention back to her computer. Not only did he not even notice she was hitting on him, but he was just going to hang about to keep an eye on her and make sure she stayed out of trouble, like some sort of misbehaved child.
 
 

          ‘Okay,’ Spike thought to himself, ‘now the girl is mad at you. Talk about mixed signals. It was no wonder he was having trouble with Buffy; all women were bloody insane. He shook his head in confusion and returned his attention to the book in front of him, but it was soon drawn away again by the sound of the bells above the door, and the sight of Buffy walking in, swinging her stake back and forth happily. ‘Patrol must have gone easy tonight,’ he thought. Of course her happy expression disappeared the moment she laid eyes on the blonde vampire.
 
 

          “Spike. What are you doing here?”
 
 

          “We need to talk, Buffy.”
 
 

          “No, actually we don’t.”
 
 

         “Look, slayer, do you want to discuss this in here,” Spike asked, glancing over at Willow for Buffy’s benefit, “or would you rather take it outside?”
 
 

          “Fine! Whatever! Let’s take it outside,” Buffy said in exasperation, leading the way.
 
 

          ‘Weird. I wonder what that was all about,’ Willow thought as she watched them move the discussion outside. She could no longer hear what they were discussing, but she could see the anger in both of their faces. She watched Spike intensely as he swung his arms about for emphasis, a lit cigarette dangling precariously from his lips as he yelled. He was so angry, so full of passion. Just watching him made things go tight low in her body. Desire. It hung around him like a cloud. She was truly amazed that she had never noticed it before. She was looking for a distraction, a substitute for the magic and for her nights with Tara, and she saw it right in front of her. Spike was the one. The only question now was how to get him?

~Part: 2~ A Lesson From Buffy

“Buffy, can I ask you something?” Willow asked, somewhat nervously.
 
 

          “Hmm? What’s that?”
 
 

          “If you wanted to get someone’s attention, how would you go about it?”
 
 

          “What do you mean, Will?”
 
 

          “You know, get someone to notice you…” Buffy turned at this and gave the redhead a long stare.
 
 

          “Someone like who? Will, you vixen, has some hot chickie stolen your heart?”
 
 

          “No, not exactly. I just thought that since Tara and I aren’t getting back together, that maybe I should, you know, start dating again.”
 
 

          “That’s great, Will, you should get back in the saddle, or on the horse, or something like that. Is there a gay version of that saying?”
 
 

          “No, I think it’s pretty much preference free,” Willow said, rolling her eyes when Buffy turned her back.
 
 

          “Anyway, how is it you want me to help you? ‘Cause you know, not really the girl on girl expert here.”
 
 

          “Actually I was wanting your advice about a guy…”
 
 

          “A guy! Oh my god, Wills! Are you heading back to boys-town?! Because this totally changes everything! I mean I already got you a flannel shirt for your birthday, so that will have to go right back, and does this mean I don’t have to pretend to like Ani Di Franco anymore? Because you know I never really liked her. All her songs are just so whiny.”
 
 

          “Hey, I like her music! And why did you get me a flannel shirt in the first place? I mean have you ever seen me wear flannel?”
 
 

          “Well, no, but you are a gay woman.”
 
 

          “So. Haven’t you ever heard of a lipstick lesbian?”
 
 

          “A what? Oh really, Will, what does it matter anyway, you’re back to wanting boy toys, or is that being a boy toy? In any case, you like guys again!”
 
 

          “Well ‘a’ guy, as in ‘one’, and it’s not like serious or anything. I just thought I could use a little distraction in my life, and what’s more distracting than smoochies, right?”
 
 

          “Right! So how can I help?”
 
 

          “Well, I thought since I don’t have much experience with guys, maybe you could tell me the secret to getting their attention?”
 
 

          “Oh, well that’s easy. Clothes!”
 
 

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          ‘Heel, toe, heel, toe. How could I let Buffy talk me into these shoes? I’m going to break an ankle!’ Willow thought in frustration as she focused all her energy on staying up right in the four inch spike heels. She was supposed to look sexy in her new shoes and skin tight leather mini skirt, but she felt more trashy than hot. Her ‘seductive sway’ looked more like a hazardous wobble as she carefully weaved between the various patrons of the Bronze and scanned the crowd hoping to catch a glimpse of Spike. She put her arms out to the side to help her balance and instantly regretted it as the motion made her already too short halter-top rise up to the point of being a bit obscene.
 
 

          One thing was for sure, she was definitely getting attention. With her arms periodically flailing wildly to regain her balance, she was quickly drawing the eyes of everyone around her. She could see the faces of numerous girls laughing at her and her lack of feminine skills, and felt her face flush crimson as she secretly cursed Buffy for bailing on her at the last minute, forcing her to go out on her own. She had almost chickened out and stayed home, but then she remembered something Amy had said about always staying home alone in high school, and decided she didn’t want to be that girl anymore.
 
 

          Willow scanned the crowd again, and finally caught sight of shocking blonde hair and a familiar leather duster over by the bar. ‘Okay,’ she thought, ‘Be cool. Just walk over there and offer to buy the guy a drink.’ She smoothed down her skirt, took a deep breath and did her best to look alluring as she stumbled her way toward the bar. Spike turned with beer in hand to find a quiet place to sit or possibly rouse up a game of pool or darts, when he saw her coming his way. For a moment he didn’t recognize her with her new ‘come hither and fuck me’ look, not to mention the way she was swaying back and forth, clearly indicating she was drunk. What the hell was going on with that chit lately? He had to admit though; she looked damn good, in a trashy sort of way.
 
 

          Spike started walking in her direction, determined to find out what the girl was up to, when Willow in her best attempt to look seductive, maintained eye contact just a little too long, not seeing the man sitting at the table just to her right until she tripped over his foot and went down like a ton of bricks. It was like some kind of nightmare, as the redhead felt her ankle give out with a sharp stab of pain, falling directly on the unsuspecting man, knocking his chair over backwards. When it was all over, Willow found herself with her face in a stranger’s crotch, and her ass up in the air, giving everyone around a free peak at her smiley face panties. She lifted her face slightly to apologize to the person she had just accosted, only to see him leering back at her as he laughed drunkenly and stared down her top.
 
 

          “Let me give you a hand there, Red,” a familiar voice said from above her.

~Part: 3~ Wounded Pride

Spike looked down at the fallen woman and did his best not to laugh his head off at her and her festive knickers. He heard several others laughing nearby, and quickly moved up behind her, blocking their view of her ass as he shot them a withering glare. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it down to a respectable level with a firm tug that made the girl squeak with surprise. Then, slipping an arm around her waist, he began lifting her out of the man’s lap, finally standing her upright. However, the moment he let her go, another sharp stab of pain shot through her ankle and she let out a shriek of pain as she started to topple over again. The blonde vampire grabbed her before she ended up in the lucky sod’s lap again, and held her upright, pressed against his body, looking down into her green eyes with confusion. He had thought that she was drunk, but if that were the case he would be able to smell the alcohol on her. Was it possible the chit had simply forgotten how to walk? ‘Hmmm, she smells nice,’ he thought distractedly before snapping his attention back to the issue at hand.
 
 

          “I twisted my ankle. I can’t walk,” Willow said weakly.
 
 

          ‘Bloody hell! Since when did I start feeling the need to save damsels in distress,’ Spike thought in disgust. He scooped the redhead up in his arm and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Willow let out a squeal as she became airborne, frantically grabbing at her top to keep it from riding up, or would that be falling down? This was so NOT what she had in mind. To top it all off, she could barely even see his ass with his damn duster in the way. Spike was out of the club and heading toward his motorcycle when it happened. Willow could no longer resist temptation, reaching out and squeezing his butt. The blonde vampire jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the girl on her head.
 
 

          “Oi! What do you think you’re doing, Red?!”
 
 

          “Sorry, my hand slipped,” she said with a coy giggle.
 
 

          “Well make sure it doesn’t slip again,” he replied with a growl.
 
 

          ‘What is this loony chit doing?! Grabbing my bum like that, talk about nerve!’ he thought in frustration, plopping her unceremoniously on the back of his bike. He hopped on and kicked the mechanical beast to life, which roared beneath them and peeled out into the night. Spike was truly in a foul mood. He had had another run in earlier that evening with Buffy while she was on patrol, and had come to the Bronze to drink himself into oblivion, but then Willow had to go and ruin it for him. True, watching her fall on her face and moon the bar had been highly amusing, but now he was stuck taking the girl home. With any luck he could just drop her off quickly and get back to the bar, hopefully without running into the slayer again.
 
 

          ‘Okay, things are really going bad here,’ Willow thought as she put an arm around Spike’s shoulders and limped heavily toward the house with some help. He hadn’t offered to carry her again, and she didn’t ask. She figured he didn’t want to risk it after she had groped him, and now he seemed mad as hell. So much for her powers of seduction. Maybe this whole thing wasn’t such a good idea after all. But then she thought of the raw aching feeling that she had inside, and the way it constantly gnawed at her. She looked up at the sharp profile of the man helping her into the house and decided to throw caution to the wind and give it one more try.
 
 

          As Spike turned to help her onto the couch, the redhead locked her other arm around his neck and pulled him down on top of her, crushing her lips to his. The blonde vampire struggled momentarily in shock, but soon gave himself over to the sensation of her lips on his. Willow brushed her tongue along his lips, seeking entrance, and he granted it, thoroughly aroused by her timid probings. She quickly pushed his coat from his shoulders, and onto the floor, grateful that Dawn was spending the night at a friend’s house. She ran her hand up his back, and under his T-shirt, thrilled by the feeling of his tight muscles beneath her fingertips. She raked her nails across his back as he devoured her mouth, causing Spike to moan in pleasure and grind his jean clad erection against her.
 
 

          “Spike,” Willow gasped for breath, pushing him back slightly, “Let’s go upstairs.”
 
 

          He looked back at her with lust-filled eyes, and grinned evilly at the thought of thoroughly debauching the sweet girl, who was until recently gay. Hey, wait a minute! Why was Red coming onto him like a drunken prom date all of a sudden? Something was up. ‘Oh balls,’ he thought, ‘she’s probably fallen off the wagon and cast another one of her bloody spells that always backfire.’ This thought sobered him considerably, driving the lust back down somewhat.
 
 

          “What’s happening here, Red?” he asked, pulling farther away from her, “have you been messing with the dark mojo again?” Willow pulled back as if she had been slapped.
 
 

          “Why would you even ask that?” she asked not trying to hide the hurt in her voice.
 
 

          “Because, last I checked, you liked chatting up birds not blokes. And I love Buffy, yet all of a sudden I find myself on the couch with you, wanting to shag your brains out. Seems a bit off to me.”
 
 

          “Oh, I see. You would have to be under some kind of spell to find me attractive, is that it?!” Willow asked, her eyes filling with fire, “It couldn’t possibly be because I’m desirable and charmed you with just my feminine wiles.”
 
 

          “Is that what you call your little display at the club, throwing yourself into someone else’s lap and showing everyone your knickers? Here I thought you were just clumsy or possibly some kind of nutter, but now I know it was just you playing the temptress, silly me. But it still doesn’t explain why. Since when do you have any interest in me at all?”
 
 

          “What can I say, I was lonely,” she answered with a pout, “with Tara gone and not being able to do magic anymore, I just wanted something to take my mind off of things for awhile. I figured with you being evil and all that you wouldn’t mind a bit of a fling.”
 
 

          “Excuse me?! What is it with you women?! You were just wanting to use me to get over your shit?! What do I look like, some kind of vampire shag toy?! I can’t believe this, being treated like a piece of bloody meat, AGAIN! You know, it’s no wonder you and that bitch, Buffy, are such good friends, you two are just alike,” he raged at her, jumping to his feet and throwing on his duster.
 
 

          “Wait, Spike, I’m sorry! I didn’t think…”
 
 

          “That’s right, you didn’t think. See you later, Red.”
 
 

          Spike stormed out the door, shoving past a startled slayer who was just arriving home from patrol. She watched his retreating form, feeling his anger like a wash of heat over her. She continued to watch as he jumped on his bike and sped away. ‘Maybe I went too hard on him earlier,’ she wondered momentarily, ‘Nah.’ She headed into the house and quickly noticed Willow’s disheveled look and teary eyes and immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion. Now that she had dumped the bleached wonder, he was clearly coming on to her best friend just to piss her off. Well she was going to have a thing or two to say about that. Without a word of comfort to Willow, she turned on her heal and headed out to Spike’s crypt.

~Part: 4~ Turn About’s Fair Play

Spike paced around his crypt in fury. How dare that chit presume to use him! First Buffy, now Red. He was the ‘Big Bad’, was being the operative word. Ever since he got chipped, these stupid humans thought they could make him do anything they wanted, especially Slutty. He still had his pride, you know. The blonde vampire was pulled from his thoughts though when the previously mentioned slayer burst through the crypt door in a rage.

 “And just when I thought my night couldn’t get any better,” Spike said sarcastically.

 “Tell me why exactly I shouldn’t stake you right now?”

 “Stake me for what?!”

 “For pushing yourself onto Willow. I saw the way she looked when you left, all crying and messed up. Tonight was supposed to be special for her, and you had to go and ruin that just to get back at me, didn’t you?!” the little slayer raged.

 “What?! Hey, she came on to me! I was just helping her home because she hurt her ankle at the Bronze, and then she threw herself at me like her knickers were on fire,” Spike replied incredulously.

 “Oh right, like I’m going to believe that. Willow got all dressed up tonight because she wanted to impress some guy she likes. I’m sure ending the evening being pawed by the undead was NOT on her agenda. You were just pissed at me because I told you it was over, so you decided to get back at me by using my best friend.”

 “Hey, news flash Slutty, not everything is about you. Why is it so hard to believe that the chit would want me? After all, I was good enough for you. Or is it the thought that I might be interested in someone else that’s got your knickers in a twist? That’s it, isn’t it? You’re jealous!”

 “Jealous, hah!” Buffy laughed, trying to cover up how close to the truth that statement was, “Like you mean that much to me! Besides, what’s to be jealous of? If I snapped my fingers, you’d come crawling back to me like the dog that you are.”

 That was it, the last straw. Spike lunged forward, grabbing Buffy by the back of the sweater and dragged her toward the open crypt door. She let out a squeal of surprise, but before she could do anything else, he had released his grip, and gave her a solid kick in the ass, sending her flying out the door and sprawling all over the ground.

 “And stay out!” Spike bellowed before slamming the door in her face.

 “Hey, this is a new sweater!” Buffy complained, but it went unheard through the steel door.

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 Willow made her way slowly and painfully toward Spike’s crypt. Her ankle was killing her and she was definitely vamp bait making her way through the cemetery alone at night, but she had to try to stop Buffy from making things worse and she needed to apologize to Spike again. She felt horrible for the way she had treated him. He was right to be angry. She didn’t know what was going on between him and Buffy lately but it was wrong of her to try to use him. She had to find a way to make it up to him, assuming of course she made it to his crypt alive. She clenched the stake in her hand a little tighter, holding a vial of holy water in the other, and continued to limp along as quickly as possible.

 She was lucky she hadn’t encountered any vamps along the way, not realizing that Buffy in her rage had all ready tracked down and dusted the three remaining vamps that had been wandering the cemetery. Her stomach felt like it was in her throat as she knocked on the door, a sense of dread washing over her. She waited, but got no response. Cautiously, she opened the door and entered the crypt, calling out for Spike, but still there was nothing. ‘He must be gone,’ she thought, ‘I’ll just have to come back later.’ But then she heard a loud crash from the chamber downstairs and realized he was there after all. She heard another loud crash, and her heart began to pound like a caged animal, he was really mad. But still, she had to do this.

 Spike couldn’t believe the nerve of the women in his life lately, he knew Buffy was jealous whether she admitted it or not. A part of him loved the annoying girl, but a bigger part wanted to punish her and Red too for that matter. He may not be able to hurt other humans, but Buffy was fair game now that she didn’t set off his chip. Maybe he should just kill her and be done with it. He threw another empty bottle at the rock wall, finding some comfort in the breaking noise, when a thought occurred to him; why not give those chits a taste of their own medicine. So Red wanted to use him to get over her lover Wicca, fine, he would use her to piss off the slayer. Then, almost as if it was divine providence, he heard the redhead calling to him from the opening to the upstairs.

 “Down here, luv, come on down,” he said, trying to rein in his anger so as not to scare her away.

 Willow made her way carefully down the ladder, nearly falling twice because of her bad ankle. When she finally reached the bottom, what she saw made her want to climb right back up again. There was broken glass everywhere, glittering in the candlelight. And there in the middle of it was Spike, wearing a forced smile that more closely resembled a grimace. She stood perched on the little pedestal, hesitant to take the last step down.

 “Well, what are you waiting for?” Spike asked impatiently.

 “Um, there’s glass everywhere, and my ankle is still hurt. I don’t want to fall.”

 “Bloody hell,” he swore under his breath, walking over to her. “Here, pet, I’ll carry you.”

 He swept her up into his arms, holding her close to his chest, and carried her back toward the bed where he set her down carefully. He looked at her bright red tennis shoes that clashed completely with the outfit she still had on, and finally let a real smile slip out. At least she had wised up about the heels. Spike then moved over to a nearby dresser where a glass and a bottle of whiskey were still left standing. He poured Willow a drink, handing it to her, taking the bottle for himself, and sat down on the bed next to her. Willow looked at the drink for a moment in silence before gulping it down in hopes it would boost her courage.

 “Spike,” she began tentatively, as he refilled her glass, “I came to apologize. I was wrong for what I did or well, wanted to do to you. I’m so sorry.”

Her sincere apology caught him a bit off guard as he watched her down the second drink, and for a moment the blonde vampire almost decided not to go through with his plan, almost. He leaned over taking her glass and setting it on the floor with the bottle, then sat back up to purr his answer in her ear, running a hand lightly up her arm, making her shiver.

“Forget about it, luv, you meant no harm. Besides, I’ve been thinking about what you said; maybe a fling is just what I need to clear my head of the slayer.”

“W-what? But you were so mad. I thought you’d want to kill me, or at the very least never talk to me again, not…” her voice trailed off as Spike began planting soft kisses down her neck, his hand fumbling momentarily with the ties of her top, finally getting them undone and quickly tossing the small piece of fabric aside.

Willow’s hands instinctively shot up to cover herself. She had been ready to do this earlier, but everything that had happened since then had made her somewhat insecure about whether this was such a good idea. Spike couldn’t help but chuckle at the redhead who was blushing a deep scarlet and trying in vain to cover her pert breasts. He had to admit, while she didn’t have that alluring dark streak the slayer did, she was beautiful. She screamed out innocence, and his demon thrilled at the thought of spoiling that purity. He would twist her and make her a slave to her desires, and then he would delight in rubbing the slayer’s nose in it. With one hand on her shoulder, he gently but firmly pushed her back onto the bed.

“You should know by now, Red, vampires are creatures of passion. We have quick tempers, but it makes us better lovers too.”

With his last words, Spike pulled her arms away from her pink tipped mounds, and began to fondle and caress them until her rosy peaks were hard with arousal and her breath was coming in short gasps. He reached across the bed and grabbed a long scarf. He held it up in front of her face, and looked down into her lust-filled eyes.

“Do you trust me?” he asked in a low sensual tone. She hesitated a moment, fighting with desire to determine if what he was suggesting was safe. His voice was all seduction, but his eyes held something more, desperation maybe, a yearning for someone to believe in him, trust him.

“Yes,” she answered sincerely.

Her answer caught him completely off guard. He had asked on a whim, he never expected her to say yes. Buffy had only consented to handcuffs on one occasion, but she would never allow a blindfold. The little redhead had managed to impress him. Spike slipped the silken fabric around her head and secured it tightly but comfortably, then went to work removing the rest of her clothes. The shoes went first, careful around her injured ankle, then her leather skirt, once again revealing the smiley face panties, and soon they too were gone. Willow lay before him, gloriously naked except for the blindfold, waiting for his touch. The sight of her made him grow incredibly hard, and he quickly shirked off his clothes as well.

He crawled up the bed, placing more soft kisses up her hot flesh, making the pale girl moan and writhe in pleasure. He reached down the side of the bed, and pulled a pair of handcuffs from the box he kept there. Her body tensed momentarily as he cuffed her to the headboard, but he whispered reassurances in her ear, and she soon relaxed again. Spike took another tour of her body, this time licking and nipping his way to her cinnamon curls. He couldn’t believe how wonderful her flesh smelled. It was indescribable, like something sweet and delicious, and he was going to have a taste.

Willow felt reality slip away; she was somewhere else now, somewhere wonderful. Without her sight to distract her, all that was left was the feeling of him making her body sing with delight, intensified by the slight thrill of danger she felt from being bound and helpless. He rolled his tongue around her hard nub, sucking it into his cool mouth, eliciting a moan from the redhead, as he pistoned two fingers in and out of her tight passage. As he continued his ministrations, he brought her to the edge, again and again, until her hips bucked wildly and she was begging for release. But he wasn’t done with her yet; he was enjoying the sound of her begging too much. Willow pulled at her cuffed hands in an unconscious effort to free herself; she wanted to touch him, to force him to finish what he had started. She pulled so hard that the metal had begun to cut into her wrists, making her bleed, but she either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“Spike, please…” she begged, her voice cracking with frustration, tears starting to soak her blindfold.

The sound of her pleading combined with the smell of fresh blood and tears finally pushed the blonde vampire beyond his limits of control. Sliding his body forward, he entered her suddenly and fully, making Willow cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He was much too big for her, but he didn’t wait for her body to adjust, as he pounded into her over and over.

Willow’s legs wrapped instinctively around his waist as her hips bucked to meet him thrust for thrust. Her need had never been so great. Soon, she felt the familiar tightening in her belly as her orgasm washed over her, making her cry out again, rocking her body as her muscles clamped around the rigid cock within her. The sensation pushed Spike over the edge after her, his cold seed exploding within her in a cool wash.

When it was over, Spike rolled off of her, pulling her blindfold off and unlocking her cuffs. Willow was panting for breath, her body still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm, as he gently began licking the blood from her wrists. When he was finished, Spike handed the girl her clothes, and rolled over onto his side, pulling the bed covers up over him.

“Don’t forget to shut the crypt door on your way out, pet.”

Willow looked at the vampire somewhat in shock, unsure if she could even walk at this point. However, she did need to get back home; she had an early class in the morning. The redhead dressed in silence and carefully limped her way through the broken glass to the ladder. She gave one last look at the already sleeping form before she made her way up and into the night.

~Part: 5~ No Room For Regret

Willow sat at the Magic Box, self-consciously tugging down the sleeves of her blouse to cover the bandages on her wrists. The previous evening she spent chained to Spike’s bed had left scrapes and cuts around both wrists, and she was mortified that one of her friends would see them and somehow figure out what she had been up to. She felt ashamed of herself for what she had done. Not only had she blatantly set out to use someone, but she had allowed herself to be used and degraded in return. The worst part though, was that she loved every minute of it. Spike had brought out a part of her that she didn’t know existed. After limping home, she had sat up the rest of the night, reliving the experience in her head, vowing to herself she would never do anything like that again. She felt dirty, and why shouldn’t she? Chipped or not, she had let a soulless vampire blindfold and bind her and then fuck her, and the whole time she was there, helpless, she loved it and wished he would have hurt her a little more.
 
 

          As Willow nervously worked away at her computer, she tried to push thoughts of Spike and bondage out of her head. She could never let it happen again, and the best way to make sure of that was to avoid the bleached vampire altogether. Of course, no sooner had this thought had crossed her mind than the blonde vamp himself walked through the door, ringing the overhead bell, and drawing her attention right to him. He caught her eyes for a brief second, and then looked away with a bored expression. He went over to the counter, apparently there to purchase something as Anya began to root through the herb supplies. Willow couldn’t help herself as she watched him from behind, her emotions going into overdrive as she was suddenly flooded by her sense of arousal just watching him, which in turn fueled her fear and sense of dread. Unknown to her, Spike could smell this heady combination, and it was feeding his own arousal as well.
 
 

          Not paying any attention to what she was doing anymore, the redhead reached out for a nearby book, trying to look busy, clearly flashing her bandages to Xander. Her old friend saw the gauzy wraps on her wrists, and grabbed her hands in concern.
 
 

          “Will, what happened?!” he asked in a worried tone.
 
 

          “Uh, um, n-nothing. Nothing happened. I-I fell,” she answered lamely, “You know, I’m not feeling so good. I think I’m going to go.”
 
 

          Without another word, she shoved her laptop into her bag and limped out of the shop as quickly as possible, not realizing that Spike was following not far behind. When she finally made it home, she forced herself to take a cold shower, in an attempt to get her mind out of the gutter, but it didn’t seem to be helping. Sighing with frustration, she pulled on her Hello Kitty pajamas, and crawled into bed. The whole time, she was unaware of the pair of blue eyes, watching her from the tree outside her window.
 
 

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          “I’m telling you, Anya, something is seriously wrong with Willow,” Xander said.
 
 

          “Yeah, yeah, something is always wrong with that girl. Oh no, my werewolf boyfriend tried to eat me and then ran away. Oh no, I did a brainwashing spell on my girlfriend and she dumped me. Oh no, I’m a dark mojo junkie, and I almost killed my best friend’s kid sister because of it. Really Xander, I like Willow, I do, but if I got all worked up every time that girl was in crisis, I’d never have time for anything else, such as planning our wedding…Now, I know you’re set on having the chicken at our reception, but I really think you should consider Keisely livers instead,” Anya said matter of factly as she counted up the money from the cash register.
 
 

          “An, you’re not listening…wait, what? What are Keepy livers?”
 
 

          “Keisely livers, they’re a delicacy. They come from these little green Keisely demons. I know a guy who can get us a bulk rate on them!” she replied with enthusiasm.
 
 

          “Um, can I just say ewww, followed by a huh uh. We’re having the chicken. Now, I’m serious about Willow. You didn’t see her wrists. I’m worried that maybe she tried to hurt herself.”
 
 

          “Well, that’s stupid. Why would someone do that? Especially someone who already has so many problems,” Anya asked, clearly not understanding the reasoning.
 
 

          “You’re kidding, right? You were a demon for over a thousand years, and you don’t understand why someone would want to kill themselves?”
 
 

          “No. All those men I killed always seemed pretty upset about losing their lives, and human lives are really short anyway. I don’t understand why anyone would just throw it away.”
 
 

          “Well, it’s not something I can really explain, but I’m going to head over and talk to Wills. I won’t be able to sleep tonight unless I know she’s okay,” and with that Xander kissed his girlfriend goodbye, grabbed his coat, and left.
 
 

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          Spike crept through the unlocked window with the kind of stealth that only a vampire can muster. He had been watching the redhead for some time, trying to figure out what the hell he was doing there. He had no particular feelings toward her, but there was something about her that had piqued his interest. He supposed that it was because despite her meek appearance, she was actually a wildcat in the sack, or maybe it was something else, but there was definitely something. No matter, it wasn’t anything he needed to define now, he was here, and he might as well take advantage of it.
 
 

          Willow woke suddenly to the feeling of a hand being clamped tightly over her mouth. Panic filled her, making it seem as if she couldn’t breathe. She struggled against the body that was pinning her down, her eyes straining to see who was holding her. She felt powerful arms rolling her over, pinning her on her stomach, as she screamed in vain.
 
 

          “Shut up, and get on your knees,” growled a familiar voice in her ear.
 
 

          The redhead stilled for a moment, her mind reeling, trying to make sense of what was happening. Spike yanked down her pajama bottoms, happy to see she was wearing no panties, and ran his cool fingers across her firm bottom. Willow shivered uncontrollably with sudden desire. This was wrong on so many levels, but she didn’t care. She pushed her body up until she was on her hands and knees, sighing with pleasure as the blonde vampire buried one hand in her hair, pulling her head back sharply while his other hand freed his swollen cock from the confines of his jeans.
 
 

          Spike gave a low grunt as he rammed his full length into her. With every thrust of his hips, he would pull back painfully on the handful of red hair. Oddly enough, his chip didn’t activate, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if that was because it wasn’t working, or because she enjoyed the pain. Willow gave a loud moan, pushing her ass back, driving his cock deeper within her.
 
 

          “Harder…uh…hurt me…please,” she begged, as he pounded away inside of her with increasing force, the friction of their slapping bodies sending delicious tingles through her clit, driving her toward orgasm.
 
 

          Spike felt himself reaching the edge, and pulled Willow up by the hair, shifting into game face and burying his fangs in her throat. Willow cried out her release as her demon lover furiously pumped his cold seed into her. Both were so caught up in the moment that neither of them noticed when the bedroom door opened, a look of pure shock and horror on Xander’s face at the scene before him.

~Part: 6~ Kaboom

Xander stood in the doorway, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, as he watched a soulless monster pumping away at his friend while draining her of her blood. He finally let out a squeal of shock as his brain caught up with the situation, snapping the attention of both Willow and Spike in his direction. Willow pushed Spike away suddenly as he continued to cum, splashing his remaining seed across her ass in a cool wash. Xander’s gaze was still frozen on them, his face starting to turn a bit green as if he might be sick.

 “Xander!” the redhead exclaimed, yanking her  damp pajama bottoms back up hurriedly, “I can explain…”

 “I-I-I think I’m going to throw up…”

 “Good, you go do that, mate, and shut the door on your way out,” Spike replied, leisurely tucking away his now flaccid member and fastening up his jeans.

 “You-You monster! I’ll stake you but good for this! How dare you force yourself on her!”

 “Xander, it wasn’t like that! I wanted…” Willow began, but stopped when she saw the look of total disgust on her friend’s face.

 “Don’t tell me you wanted this,” the brunette raged, motioning toward Spike, “I don’t want to hear it! You’re not well, the magic withdrawal has done something to you! I know you tried to kill yourself, and now you’ve obviously decided to let him kill you instead,” then turning to face Spike again, “I don’t know how you got rid of the chip, but let me tell you, Junior, it was a mistake, because now there’s no reason not to dust you.”

 “What are you talking about?! I never tried to kill myself,” Willow asked, moving herself between Xander and Spike who sat on the bed and was looking highly amused.

 “I’m talking about these,” he said, lunging forward and grabbing her wrists painfully. Willow looked mortified, but wasn’t sure how to explain.

  “She got those the last time we shagged,” Spike said, moving up behind her and wrapping his arms around the small girl’s body so he could remove the bandages and show the boy they covered nothing more than scrapes. “She liked being cuffed, but got a little over enthusiastic when she came, and hurt herself.”

 Xander grabbed Spike from behind Willow, tackling him to the ground and began pummeling him in the face. The blonde vampire was already bleeding profusely before Willow could move to stop him. She pulled him off with great difficulty, no longer able to use her magic.

 “This ends now! He leaves town tonight, or I tell Buffy everything!”

 Willow looked at Spike, and then sadly turned her gaze back to Xander, “Okay.”

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 Spike stood in his crypt, looking down at his few belongings he had gathered together. He wasn’t worried about the moron’s little threat, the chip no longer worked on the slayer, a fact she obviously hadn’t shared. His stomach turned at the thought that he had once loved the stupid bint, or thought he had loved her anyway. It would give him no small amount of satisfaction to rub it in Buffy’s face that he had been shagging her best friend, but he had a better idea. He would leave town, let the moron think he had won, but he would be back. He didn’t love the redhead, but there was still something about her that drove his demon wild. She would make a wonderful childe.

 All he had to do now was go see a man about a chip.

~Part: 7~ Missing You

          It had been months since Spike left; six months, twenty-four days, three hours, a-n-d nine minutes to be exact. Willow lay on her bed, looking at the clock, just as she had done the night he left, rubbing her wrists compulsively. Her injuries from being bound on their first night together had long since healed without leaving a single mark, but in her mind they were always there.
 
 

          She had set out to have a little fling. She had just wanted a substitute, something to fill the void in her life after losing Tara and her magic, but things had not gone as planned. Instead she had started something with Spike that was twisted and wrong, and she just couldn’t get him out of her head. In reality they had only been together twice before he left, and yet every moment of every day since, he had haunted her mind with images of him doing unspeakable things to her, hurting her in the most delicious ways.
 
 

          Some days she felt like she had lost herself completely and others she felt sure that she had never been the girl she thought she was in the first place. Xander had barely spoken to her since he had found them together. It was easy enough for him to find excuses to keep away from her since he and Anya had been married. However, true to his word, Xander had not told Buffy, or anyone else for that matter, what he had seen, including Anya. Truth was he just wanted to forget the whole thing, but every time he looked at Willow, he would see it all over again and he would just feel sick.
 
 

          Willow was saddened to think that she may have irreparably damaged her friendship with the man she had grown up with, but if she were to be completely honest with herself, part of her resented him for making Spike leave. In retrospect, it didn’t seem all that important what everyone else thought of her, she just wanted Spike back, wanted to feel his hands upon her once again.
 
 

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          Spike looked out over downtown Vienna from the plush apartment balcony where he was staying. He had swept a rich socialite’s daughter off her feet days before, and had been enjoying feeding off her and fucking her since then until his plane left. He could have left days before, but arranging appropriate travel plans for a vampire, especially overseas, was tricky at best. But, tonight was to be his last night.
 
 

          He had come to the city months before, doing a little smuggling of demon larvae and some other, more powerful, black magic ingredients. He had netted a tidy little profit to cover the expense of having his chip removed. At first the doctor was rather skeptical; he had done several x-rays and didn’t know if he could remove the device without making the vampire a permanent vegetable, but with the amount of money he had been offered, he was willing to try. The results were mostly positive, all things considered. He didn’t die; obviously, he did however spend a brief period of time as a quadriplegic, which after his previous time spent in a wheelchair, was completely unbearable. If it wasn’t for the doctor keeping him well sedated, he would have gone completely insane. Spike had also lost a great deal of his memories. The doctor thought they would return in time; repair themselves, just as his nervous system had repaired itself. He hoped so, because it was a little confusing only having brief flashes of the past.
 
 

          One thing he did remember though was the girl with red hair. He couldn’t quite recall her name, but he knew she was the reason he had had the surgery. She haunted him and after much mental searching, he finally remembered that she was in Sunnydale, California. He wasn’t sure if he had been to the States before, but he did know that that was where his future lay.
 
 

          He strolled back into the apartment, making sure to close the drapes behind him. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he made his way to the bedroom where he had left his little blonde toy tied up. From the moment he saw her, he had wanted to hurt her. She reminded him of someone, he just couldn’t place who, but every time he looked at her he felt the burning desire to cause her pain and humiliation.
 
 

          “Well, my sweet, ready for another go?” he asked.

~Part: 8~ Looking for a Girl

Spike strolled the streets of Sunnydale for the second night since he had arrived. He had already drank his fill, having paid a visit earlier that evening to some sorority house on the UC Sunnydale campus. He was disappointed to only find seven girls at home, but he did enjoy their company for a brief time before they died. He had only eaten three. He probably could have managed a fourth one, but he didn’t want to gorge himself, after all he had to think of his figure. It wouldn’t do to have love handles when he finally found his redheaded goddess. The remaining four girls he just made sport of. Torturing them, raping them, whatever took his fancy. But he grew bored of them quickly, snapping their necks one by one, and moving on to look for his pretty maiden once again.
 
 

          He would recognize her the instant he saw her, he was sure of it. After all, she must be someone very powerful indeed to capture his mind so completely. ‘She must be the most ruthless woman ever, to make me hard just thinking about her,’ he pondered absently, ‘When I find her, I will claim her and we will make this town bleed.’
 
 

          The problem was, with his memory shot he didn’t have a clue as to where to look for her. After arriving, he was sure he had been here before; too many things were familiar for him not to have been. But, his mind was still a mess and several times he found himself getting lost, only to find himself back where he had started. After the third time of this happening for the evening, he came to a complete halt, shaking his head in frustration, deciding to take a different approach. He saw a somewhat scantily clad young woman passing by, and grinned to himself wondering why he hadn’t thought of this sooner.
 
 

          “Nice night for a stroll, luv. Where you heading?” he asked in his most seductive voice.
 
 

          “Umm…the Bronze…there’s a band playing,” she replied, a bit unsure of herself. She was young he realized, maybe seventeen. Perfect.
 
 

          “Mind if I join you? I’m new in town and, um, haven’t seen the sites yet.”
 
 

          “O-Okay,” she replied, shocked that the older and very sexy man would want to go with her.
 
 

          Along the way the girl, Cara or Sara, something like that, was doing her best to bore Spike out of his mind with tales of teenage woes involving some bloke named Brian. He couldn’t wait until they finally got there and he could kill the chit. In this case he would actually be doing the world a service.
 
 

          As they drew near he could hear the music pumping with a low base line sliding over his body. He could find it on his own from there, and quickly pulled the girl into the bushes, wanting to rip her throat out, but having to settle for just breaking her neck because he didn’t want to get his clothes all bloody.
 
 

          Spike made his way inside, overwhelmed as always by the many smells and sounds mortals make. It was no wonder vampires loved to hunt in places like these, all the many flavors to choose from and enough pandemonium to make picking off prey easy. Surely his Red would be here somewhere. He quickly made his way to the balcony to get a better view of the place. Scanning the crowd for a moment, he finally spotted her on the dance floor.
 
 

          She was an absolute vision, dancing all alone. Her eyes were closed as she swayed to the music; the many lights reflecting off her incredibly pale skin, making it appear as if she was actually glowing. She was dressed a bit more modestly than he had expected, her black skirt coming down to just above her knees, and her wine colored shirt only showing the barest amount of cleavage. He couldn’t wait to get her alone somewhere where he could shred her garments, not to mention the flesh beneath them. He wanted to see her hanging in chains with blood running down her back.
 
 

          Feeling his cock growing unbelievably hard, he decided not to wait any longer and made his way down to her. The music was louder near the stage, drowning out everything else until all he could focus on was her dancing and the sound of the music. He slipped up behind her unnoticed, breathing deep her scent, heavenly. The song was nearing its end as he slid his arm around her, pulling her flush against his body. She gasped at the sudden motion, as well as the feeling of his erection pressing against her backside. She was warm, but that was to be expected.
 
 

          The song ended, and as it did he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “My love, did you miss me?” Then he heard it, the unmistakable sound of her heartbeat. He shoved her away in his confusion, and she spun around to face him, equally flustered. “You-you’re human!”

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