A/N:  Set in Season 2.  Angelus is free and Buffy has to be ready to do her duty, but can she heal herself and a broken vampire as well?  Kinda a lame summary…just read, promise you won’t regret it.

Pairings:  Buffy/Spike

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Spike or any of the other characters from BtVS. I just like to get them naked and roll them around in a bed...or on a tomb...under the table....in the shower....ummm you get the idea...

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Her Duty

Buffy stood just outside the balcony doors, frozen in sadness and anger.  It had been two weeks since Angel had lost his soul.  Two weeks of taunts, special “gifts” to her and her friends, one week since Ms. Calendar…She bit off a sob and eased away from the doors, not wanting the couple inside to hear her, to know that she was so pathetic that she stood out here almost every night and tortured herself by watching them fuck each other bloody.  Her Angel, the man who had taken her virginity with such sweet tenderness, was gone.  Leaving only a monster behind.  In the days since, she had read everything she could about her lover’s soulless counterpart, and could find nothing, nothing that would redeem the monster that he had become. 

She was ready now.  Yes she had tortured herself by watching them every night, reading every thing she could about him, reliving every moment they had shared over the past year, but she had let those things build within in her a core of steel.  Her heart was well armored, and the call to battle sounded.  She was ready to do her duty.  She was ready to kill him.

On silent feet she continued on her way around the balcony, to the place where she had first entered it.  As she passed by another set of doors, she slowed once more, head tilting, breath held in attempt to figure out the sound she had just heard.  She jumped in fright as a resounding crash shattered the quiet and through the crack in the doorway, she heard British curses pepper the air.  Ah, Spike, she had forgotten about him in all of her pondering.  She hadn’t given the blond vampire a thought in all her preparation to kill his family.

She wondered if now would be the time to tie up this loose end.  She stealthily padded towards the open doorway, and barely touched it, making the small opening wide enough for her slim body to fit through.  She stayed hidden, but released a small gasp as she saw the vampire.  Spike was lying in the middle of the floor, naked, amongst the wreck of his wheelchair.  No doubt the crash she had heard and the reason for his cursing.  He had given up on that now and was simply lying there amid the rubble sobbing as if his heart was breaking.  She drew a deep breath, it probably was.

She well remembered the feeling, had in fact slapped her armor over top of it to hold it together.  As she stood, hidden, watching, she felt something within her heart repair itself, and she stepped out of the shadows and approached the distraught man.

He didn’t even hear her as she moved before him and knelt, lifting his too pale body from the mess and laid him on the bed.  She left him there and moved around the room righting the chair and making sure the door to the hallway was locked.  When she moved back to the bed, he was calmer, watching her through watery blue eyes.

“What are you doin’ here, Pet? Come to stake me then?”  His eyes had pleading to them that made her mad.

“Shut up, Spike. Look at what you’ve let them do to you.  Where’s the Big Bad now?  All I see is a big bad baby.”  She said the words harshly, hurting for him, but determined to slap him out of his self-pity. 

He gasped at her words, anger flaring, making his eyes flash amber for a minute.  “You, bloody bitch,” he shoved himself upwards on arms made strong from weeks of wheeling himself around.  “Why the hell are you even here?  What do you want?”

Seeing that he was more like himself, she allowed him a small secret smile and set herself to unbuttoning her shirt.  She hadn’t planned on this when she had come in here, but seeing him lying there, exposed to her, stirred something in her, something she thought was gone forever.  She pulled the now open shirt off and let it flutter to the floor before tossing her bra on top of it.  She moved towards him, graceful, hands unbuttoning her jeans and shoving them down as she went.

He looked at her with wide eyes.  “Uh, Slayer…’preciate the show and all, but I don’t think…”

She climbed on the bed and crawled up his form, firm breast swaying slightly. She covered his mouth with her finger, hushing him.  “That’s okay, don’t think, I believe we’ve both done enough thinking to last us a lifetime.”

He nodded at her words and kept his body relaxed as she leaned into him and caressed his lips with hers, just a gentle touching of lips, a quick swipe of her tongue.  She pulled back from him and looked at him questioningly, her eyes traveling from his face to his still limp manhood.  She blushed for the first time and tried to climb off of him, appalled that she had thrown herself at him when he obviously didn’t want her. 

“I’m sorry…I’ll just go…” she stuttered, trying to evade his hands as he grabbed her arms, holding her in place.  She was stupid. She didn’t even know why she had…

Spike held on to her as she wiggled, wishing that the writhing movement on his cock would give it some reaction, but knowing that it was just as dead as his legs.  He had seen the blood rush to her face, knew she was embarrassed.  Despite the boldness of her moves this evening, he knew she was still little more then a girl.  Angelus had bragged to everyone far and wide about how he had popped the Slayer’s cherry.  He forced her against him once more, murmuring in her hair, soothing her as two tears spilled from grass green eyes and slid over full rosy cheeks.

“Its not you, luv,” he pulled her back so that she could see the sincerity in his eyes.  All thoughts of the things she had said to him gone.  He knew she had been trying to make him mad.  “I can’t…” he trailed off gesturing towards his lap, hoping that she would take the hint.  Bloody hell if he would say he couldn’t get it up.

She glanced down at his soft cock, nestled in dark brown curls.  She brought a finger down and stroked over him, nothing.  She glanced back up at him and gasped at the look of shame that was on his face.  She knew his face would be red if he could have blushed.

She cupped her hands around his face, “The organ?” she asked quietly feeling somewhat guilty for injuring him.

He gave out a harsh bray of laughter, choking on a sob as he nodded his head.  He couldn’t believe she was even here.  That he was letting her cuddle on his lap, that he had consoled her. Hell that she had consoled him, sort of.  It was her fault he couldn’t in the first place.  “Yeah, luv, you pack a right solid punch.” He tried to laugh it off.

She shrugged sheepishly, “Sorry?” She said, not sure exactly why she was apologizing.  Not really even sure what the hell she was doing in her mortal enemy’s bedroom, naked, on his lap. 

She tensed against him as she thought she heard a noise from the others, she looked at Spike for minute, and realized that she had indeed heard them.  She took his pain-ravaged face in her hands again, her determination back, reminding her of why she had approached him in the first place.

“Can you hear them, Spike?” She asked, knowing he could and not really expecting a response.  “I’ve come here every night, you know?” She continued, looking him steadily in his very expressive eyes.  “I’ve made myself watch them together, every night.  Stood out there on the balcony and watched as they kissed and clawed and bit and fucked themselves bloody.  Made myself face the monster that I unleashed on my friends and family.  And every night, Spike, my heart has become harder and harder.  I’ve built layer upon layer of steel around it, caged it in, until I could be ready.” 

She paused and took a deep breath searching for understanding in his all seeing gaze.

“Tonight, was the last night.  I’m ready now, Spike.  To do what I was born to do, ready to move past this put it behind me.  Are you ready?  Have you heard enough? Saw enough?  If I help you, could you, would you, help me?”

Spike was nodding before Buffy even finished her speech.  “I’m more then ready, luv.  I’ve had more then enough of the two of them, hangin’ all over each other, shaggin’ night and day, forgetting I even exist.”  He let out another little laughing sob. “The way you found me tonight? It’s because she forgot about me. Not the first time o’course. She came in earlier and took my things for the minions to wash.  I was asleep so it didn’t matter. I woke up and was yelling for her to help me when I heard them at it again.  Got myself in the chair and was trying to get to the wardrobe to get some clothes so I could get some blood, when I bloody well fell out.”

He looked at her, eyes, filling again at the betrayal. “She heard me fall, Slayer, I know she did, because I heard her and the poof laughing about it…”  He trailed off as she pulled him towards her chest, cradling his head against her breasts as he cried silently, letting his dark Goddess go for good.

She held him tighter and let him cry, letting her own heartache go as well.  She ran her fingers through surprisingly soft bleached curls as he shuddered against her one final time, before burying his nose further in her breast, nuzzling her.  A gasp caught in her throat as his cool breath blew over her nipples, tightening them, reminding her that they were both naked.

She clutched his hair tighter, holding him against her breasts.  “Are you ready now, Spike?  Will you help me?”

He nodded, nuzzling his nose deeper between her breasts, inhaling unnecessarily, breathing in her heat, her sweet scent, wishing he could be a man for her.  She moved his head from its resting place and urged him to her breast, arching her back and pushing her breast against his lips in offering.  He sucked the tender bud in and worried it with his tongue, smiling against her as she thrust it further in and moaned in pleasure.

 He pulled away from his feast and looked in her passion glazed eyes. “I’m sorry, luv, I wish I could be a whole man for you, but let me pleasure you, pet.” 

She shook her head, “Not yet, I want to help you first.”

He misunderstood, “Luv,” he began in a pained voice, “you know I can’t…”  He trailed off as she moved from straddling him to wrap strong, golden thighs around his waist.  She curled her arms around his neck and bared hers.

His eyes widened once more as he realized what she meant.  He looked at her, head thrown back, silken hair trailing over his arm and brushing against his useless legs.  Her throat was bared to him and her pulse throbbed under his heated gaze, her eyes were closed.  His moan, turned into a growl as his demon came to the fore and he licked against that thudding pulse-point, growling and mewling at the smell of her rich blood rushing through her tight little body.

He moved his hands up her back and curled them over her shoulders to hold her in place as he bit into her soft skin.  She let out a little gasp as his fangs dug in; releasing her sweet, hot blood.  He moaned as it hit his tongue and he swallowed her down in greedy gulps, feeling it rush through his body and immediately heal broken nerves in his back.  He felt a flood of sensation in his legs and he could suddenly feel her bare bottom against his thighs and cock.  He gasped and released her throat as his cock filled with her borrowed blood and surged hard and strong between the cleft of her ass.

She moaned as she felt him spring to life beneath her.  She slid back allowing him to brush against her wet heat.  His bite had been like nothing she had experienced before, each pull of his mouth tightening something deep inside her womb.  She felt her moisture pool up and slide down between them, coating his skin.  She unwrapped her legs from his waist as his mouth went back to her throat, licking to close the wounds.  She moaned as the brush of his tongue against the marks caused another rush of fluid to run out.

She grasped his head again and pulled him away from her neck as she got to her knees, his now fully erect cock brushing the wet curls between her thighs, she pushed down slightly enveloping just the head of it, causing Spike to hiss and her to groan.  “Spike,” she gasped, “can they hear us?”

It was taking everything in him to keep his demon from slamming her down on his aching cock.  His mind finally made sense of what she asked just as she pushed her hips down, taking him in to the hilt, causing him to lose his train of thought before he even voiced it.  He threw back his head, hands clasping her hips to keep her from moving too soon. “Fuck, Buffy…”

She panted from the fullness of him, from the slight, stretching pain of having him there.  “Spike,” she gasped again. 

This time he looked at her, amber eyes flashing.  There was no way he could reign in his demon, not with her blood pumping through his long dead body and her tight, slippery folds grasping his cock.  “What did you say, luv?”

“Can they hear us?”  She asked again as she began to move on him, raising and lowering herself slowly.

He growled when he caught on to her meaning, hands tightening on her gently rocking hips moving her on him for a few long moments, before flipping her onto her back.  He raised her knees, spreading them wide and got to his between her legs, lifting her ass to rest on his thighs. “Not yet, luv.” He pulled out of her wet heat, before thrusting all the way back in, balls slapping against her ass.

She gasped, “Huh?”  Her green eyes were dazed with everything that he was making her feel and she struggled to grasp his words.

He pulled back and pushed in again and then again, “They can’t hear us yet, luv. Buffy, grab hold of the headboard…”

Confused she did as he said and then screamed as he gripped her ass in his hands and fucked her hard, his cock rubbing her in all the right places, places she hadn’t known existed.

“Fuck, Buffy, you’re so fucking tight, luv.”  He growled, being as vocal as possible.  He wanted her to know how good it felt.  He wanted them to hear him praise her.  “You like that, baby?  You like my cock fucking your sweet, little pussy?” Each word was accompanied by a long thrust.

She gasped at the dirty things coming from his mouth.  Angel hadn’t done that.  Then she looked at his face, his grinning human face and would have laughed if she could have caught her breath.  It felt like he was thrusting into her womb.  He was so big and he gave her no mercy.

“Yes, Spike,” she moaned loudly, two could play this game. “Fuck me!  Harder, baby!” She moved against him as much as she could in her position. “That’s it, Spike! Fuck, baby!” She screamed out her pleasure, not even knowing she would like screaming during sex. “I’m cumming! Spike, cum with me!” 

She clamped her inner muscles around him like a vise, making him fuck through them, making her impossibly tight.  He growled again, face morphing into demon visage as he lowered her hips to the bed and fell forwards onto her. 

She tossed her head back, exposing his marks, giving him permission.  She screamed as the plunge of his fangs and cock set off an explosion inside of her.  Her pussy spasmed around his thrusting cock; causing him to explode within her, he thrust his body into hers one last time deeply and held himself there as he came. He pulled the blood from her body and replaced it with his thick cream.

She wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his waist holding on as she came down, her pulsing walls caressing his spewing cock, even as her hands caressed his back, calming them both.  He slumped on top of her lapping his marks, growling and purring against her.  She giggled as the sensation tickled and then froze at the cry of outrage that shattered the aftermath of their loving. 

Spike rolled to the side pulling Buffy with him and casually covering their nakedness with the sheet from the bed.  He looked at his Sire and Grand-Sire defiantly.

Buffy snuggled up against Spike, kissing his neck and refusing to look at the two vampires who had come in from the balcony. 

Angelus growled at the sight of the Slayer curled up against Spike, nuzzling his neck and stroking his back.  Spike’s eyes dared him to say anything and he glared at the younger vampire for a long moment, before roaring in displeasure and jerking Drusilla back out of the room.  A few minutes later the two new lovers heard the sound of glass shattering as the doors to Angelus’ balcony was slammed shut.

Spike looked down at the Slayer, grinning.  He skimmed her flushed face with his fingers, curling a strand of her long hair over the shell of her little ear.  “Guess they could hear us, luv.”

Buffy’s laughter bubbled out of her as the armor shielding her heart fell off, leaving it whole once more.  Oh, yes, she was ready, to do her duty and to love again.

The End