A/N:  Hey everyone!  I thought I would go back to my roots and give you a little PWP just in time for Halloween.  Set sorta Season 4 in that Riley and Tara are in the story, but is very AR.  Remember back in Season 2 when the gang was possessed by their Halloween costumes? Well it happens here too and Buffy becomes the thing she fights every night.  Who does she go to when she is vamp! Buffy?  Yep, you guessed it, our favorite bleached blond vamp, Spike.  I hope you enjoy it.  Let me know, please review.

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...

Feedback? Please, please, with a chocolate covered Spike on top (or wherever you prefer)?  Email me: spikesangel820@yahoo.com

Spellbound

Trick or Treat?

Buffy carefully pulled the ribbon laces of the red Chinese silk bustier, tightening it over her firm body and making her all ready high breast higher; high enough the dusky pink of her nipples would show if she moved just so, and boy did she intend to move.  She smoothed the clinging material down and adjusted the waist of her black, low-ride leather jeans, so that the tiny sparkling red jewel ensconced in her belly button, glittered brightly in the light from the setting sun, shining in through the open blinds of her window.  She fluffed her carefully curled, newly highlighted hair and slicked on the ruby gloss she had bought just for tonight, and slipped the gaudy silver skull ring on, before smiling toothily, showing off the dainty fangs that she sported for tonight’s fun, courtesy of her dentist.  She threw her head back and laughed at the picture she made, all vamped out and ready for her one night off.  She loved Halloween, loved the fact the real vamps and demons hated the commercialization of the night and stayed at home.  She also loved the irony in that tonight, she Buffy the Vampire Slayer would be just Buffy the Vampire.

She sat on the edge of her bed and laced up her new kick ass Doc Martin’s and last, before shutting the door to her room, she slipped her arms through the sleeves of a brand new leather duster.  She was very aware of the image she made as she stalked down the stairs and into the living room where Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara, and Riley all waited for her.  She stopped at the entrance and slid her thumb into the waistband of her jeans, fingers splayed over her mound, in a pose everyone couldn’t help but recognize, nor could most of them fail to recognize her “engagement” ring.  Her blood red nails and the tanned, toned skin of her belly, screamed for their attention and the little ruby winked at them when she shifted her hips.  She tossed her head and smirked as her friends’ stunned eyes drifted up over nearly exposed breasts and when all eyes were locked on hers, she flashed them a bit of fang and growled convincingly in her throat.

Xander and Willow gasped and jumped back, while Riley took a step forward.  Buffy cocked her eyebrow at him, wondering what he thought he was going to do.  They hadn’t really known each other all that long, in fact, tonight was sorta their first “official” date.  The only problem was, that ever since Willow had done her ‘Will Be Done’ spell, Buffy couldn’t get a certain, bleached pest out of her head.  She was hoping that tonight, by going out with Riley, the definition of “normal”, she could get Spike out of her mind and move on with her life.  She guessed that maybe dressing up like him for Halloween wasn’t the greatest of ideas, though.

Xander quickly got hold of himself and stepped back up beside Anya,  “Geez, Buffster, channeling Dead Boy, Jr. much, and what’s with the undead jewelry?”

Willow stared at her unsure what was going on.

Buffy dropped the act, “C’mon guys, it was supposed to be funny.  You know…a Sla…” She shot a quick look at Riley and Tara, “a girl dressed like a vampire.”  She finished lamely.  She couldn’t believe she almost told her secret.  Maybe “normal” wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.

She took the time to look the others over.  Both Xander and Riley were wearing camouflage and carrying what looked like AK-47’s.  Tara was dressed like a fairy, down to the iridescent wings and glowy wand, Willow was dressed normally, except she carried a sheet over her arm—so, a ghost, and Anya was dressed in what had to be the pinkest rabbit costume Buffy had ever seen. 

She casually struck her “Spike” pose again and faked a terrible British accent.  She pulled a bubble gum cigarette out of the deep pockets of her duster and pretended to light it with a silver lighter, blowing out the fake “smoke” from the end of the gum, before biting off a piece of the sweet, sticky treat. “Right then,” she snorted, “Whelp, Red, let’s go.”  She turned on her heel, popping a huge bubble and sauntered out the front door, leaving the rest of them to follow with mouths hanging open.

~

Halloween Trick:

Buffy and Riley walked slightly ahead of the others on the way to the costume party at the frat house.  Riley was going on and on about some theory of Professor Walsh’s, Buffy didn’t know what, she wasn’t paying attention, in fact she was bored stiff.  What she wouldn’t give for a vampire right now…uh, a fight with a vampire right now.  She entertained herself by looking at the cute kids trick or treating.  There were all manner of ghouls, ghosts, goblins, and super heroes begging for treats.  Buffy smiled as she saw a cute little witch and a scary werewolf approach a door and yell, “trick or treat!” 

She became aware of the change slowly.  She turned yelling at Willow and Tara, trying to draw their attention to the cute little pair when she realized she was seeing much better then she normally did.  Hmm, strange, she shrugged her shoulders and looked at her friends.  She squinted at Willow sure her vision was going wacky.  Willow appeared see-through.  She looked at Tara, who suddenly shrunk to the size of a small bird and flew up….she was a…fairy?

“Oh God, oh God….” She stuttered looking over at Anya, whom was now a cute little bunny nibbling in the grass.  Her eyes narrowed and nostrils flared as the rabbit that was Anya, stood on hind legs and sniffed the air.  Buffy’s vision narrowed in on the rapid beating pulse in the little bunny’s neck, the smell of its fear arousing something in her…wait, she could smell fear?  That was her last conscious thought before, the Slayer disappeared and the demon took over.

Buffy looked at the rabbit with feral gold eyes, vampire ridges and fangs to the forefront.  The hunger inside of her burned and she needed to hunt, feed, but this rabbit was not her prey.  She sensed human heartbeats and fresh blood flowing through the veins of those with her.  What the bloody hell was she doing with humans?  She shrugged, who cares, convenient though, wasn’t it.  She turned to the man at her side, and with a growl lunged at him, wrapping preternaturally strong arms around his thick neck and jerking it to the side before he had a chance to call out to his friends.  She sunk razor sharp fangs into his racing jugular and sucked hard, his rich, hot blood filling her mouth and body with warmth and cooling her bloodlust.  She grunted in pleasure and dug her fangs in harder, growling when he made a pained sound.  It was so much better when they hurt. 

Riley didn’t know what the hell was happening, the pretty blond that was beside of him suddenly turned; hideous teeth sharp and eyes dangerous.  He didn’t even get a chance to draw his weapon before she was on him, stronger then anything he had ever come across and sunk her teeth into his neck.  His mind shied away from naming the monster, although he new it had to be a vampire.  The pain was excruciating, but at the same time, felt better then anything ever had before, he felt himself grow hard as she sucked his blood from him.  He was lost in her, grunting in pained pleasure as she bite into him deeper, he felt darkness pulling him under and then…

Buffy was suddenly jerked away from her meal, and she rounded on the dark haired boy with a snarl blood dripping down her chin. He advanced on her, holding the cross in front of him, “Back, blood-sucking fiend!  Back I say!”

She rolled her eyes at his lame words, but hissed and backed away from the large cross the boy held, growling once low in her throat before turning and racing off into the night to look for easier prey.  She ran through the town and into Restfield Cemetary before slowing to a stop and taking in her surroundings.  She raised her head and smelled the cool night air, her eyes widened and a feral smile curled her mouth as she caught the scent of something familiar.  Vampire, not just a vampire, but her vampire.  She stalked towards the crypt where she knew he was, determined to claim her mate.

~

Yummy Halloween Treat:

Buffy paused outside of the door to the crypt and growled low in her throat, her eyes flashing.  She could smell a female inside with her mate, and it made her demon angry as hell.  She kicked the door open, satisfied somewhat with the violence of the act and stalked into the crypt to tear apart the bitch that dared to touch what her demon considered to be hers.

The couple on the stone bier turned towards her both vamped at the intrusion.  She saw Spike’s eyes flare in surprise at the sight of the vamped Slayer, before he shook his game face off and shoved Harmony off him.  Harmony shrieked at the indignity and grabbed her clothes, trying to cover her naked chest.

“Slayer…Buffy,” the bleached blond vampire started towards her, uncaring that his fly was open and showing the Slayer his bits.  He circled the girl, nostrils flaring as he scented blood and arousal, but he also noticed something else.  The Slayer still had a heartbeat. She was dressed in his favorite colors: red and black.  The little bustier she wore showed off an indecent amount of tone belly and he growled and hardened at the sexy little belly ring.

Harmony moved to get up and the Slayer growled threateningly telling the other vampiress to stay where she was.  Harmony remained cowering on the floor of the crypt as the Slayer stalked closer, golden eyes seething with hatred.

“I didn’t like you much when you were alive, and have to say, not liking you so much dead either.”  Buffy lifted the ditzy blond vampire up and shook her.  “I especially don’t like you touching what is mine!” She ended in a roar.

“Yours?!” The master vampire asked.  “Since when am I….”

The Slayer whirled on him, still holding Harmony off the ground.  “Shut up, Spike, I’ll deal with you in a minute!”  She hissed.

Harmony stuttered, “It’s okay, Slayer…uh…Buffy, you can have him.  He’s really not all that great anyway, he can’t even bite anymore…”

“Hey!” came the outraged remark of the vampire in question.  He was ignored.

Whatever Harmony was going to add to that, they would never know, as Buffy sneered and plunged a stake into her chest, turning her to dust.

Buffy shook her demon off and faced Spike, letting her duster slip off her arms and onto the floor.  She posed, hands on hips, eyebrow cocked, lips curved in his trademark smirk.

Spike was dumbfounded.  He had no idea what the hell had just happened or why Buffy seemed to be a vampire yet wasn’t.  “What the bloody hell happened to you, Slayer?” 

Buffy shrugged carelessly, not knowing what he was talking about, and not caring.  She stalked towards him, leather-clad hips swaying in seduction.  She stopped inches from him and grabbed his still exposed cock in her hand.  “I’ve come for what is mine, Spike.” Daring him to say anything.

He moaned as she touched him, confused as hell, but unable to resist.  Truth be told, he was hers, had been since her first saw her.  It’s what Dru had told him when she left him.  What he had consciously known since the witch’s little spell.  Spike looked down into Buffy’s hazel eyes, panting in time to her strokes as he took her in.  Whatever else that had happened tonight, Buffy had definitely fed.  Her warm breath smelled of human blood and there were still remnants of it decorating her delicate little chin.  He leaned in that last inch and licked it from her, groaning at the taste of it, it had been so long since he had had human blood….soddin’ chip.

Buffy moaned at the feel of his tongue on her face and moved her head so that with his next lick he swept over her lips.  He started at the feel of them, but didn’t pause in his ministrations, sweeping her full, pouty mouth with the tip of his tongue asking for entrance.

She opened readily, remembering how good it had felt to be kissed by him before, wanting it, needing to feel that fire again.  Her demon surged at the taste of him, wanting to claim and be claimed and Buffy, not knowing how to control that which she had never before had, had no choice when it burst from inside her, bringing the demon to the fore again. 

Spike gasped as she suddenly vamped and his tongue was nicked on her fangs. The taste of the blood in their mouths called to his demon and it answered, replacing his human features, as they both growled at the sweet coppery taste. 

They pulled back, letting her breath, his own breaths desperate pants.  He took in the slippery silk of the bustier, running a fingertip over the tops of her creamy breasts causing her to shiver in reaction.  He dipped his head and ran his tongue first over the tops and then inside, to swipe over all ready hard nipples.

She moaned again, and clutched his head to her as he used his fangs to bite through the ribbons, releasing her from her bindings, and baring her for his hungry mouth.  She cried out loudly when he sucked a nipple in his mouth and lathed it with his tongue, before biting down, piercing soft, giving flesh and tasting hot, sweet Slayer blood.  His chip never fired.

Buffy felt her knees giving out and she backed them towards his bed.  When her ass hit it, she roughly pulled him away from her breast, twisting them and pushing him down.  She took a moment to rip the jeans from his hips and growled in excitement at his hard body, before ripping off her own pants and crawling on top of him. They groaned when hot, wet flesh, met cool steel and Buffy braced her hands on his pale chest as she circled her hips, rubbing her wetness onto him.  He grabbed her hips, growling at her teasing, the little ruby in her belly button winking at him in the candle-lit room.  A flash of silver from her hand had his feral eyes focusing there and he grunted in surprise. He lifted her hand from where it rested on his chest and looked at his ring and then her questioningly. “Wondered where that got to…”

She flashed him a teasing grin.  “You gave it to me, where did you think it was?”

“Yeah, I did, but we weren’t exactly in our right minds then, were we?  Not sure you’re in yours right now, luv.”

Once again, Buffy had no clue what he was talking about.  She growled, “Enough talky, fuck now…” and she raised her hips and impaled herself on his turgid cock.

She howled as he filled her to the hilt, stretching almost virgin muscles and tearing her.  The smell of her blood filled the air and it urged her on, rising and falling on him again and again, setting a furious pace.

Spike threw his head back and yelled as her hot pussy enclosed his cock to the root.  She was so tight he almost came, but clenched his teeth, holding on and biting his lip in the process drawing blood.  She was bleeding too, its slickness was easing his way, making him lose control and he thrust back at her, their hips meeting with a harsh slap in the silence of the tomb.

Buffy growled at the sight and smell of his blood on his lip and leaned in to lick it off, sucking his lip in her mouth and milking the wound. She moaned at the flavor of him and nipped the cut deeper, allowing her mouth to fill with the taste of him.

Spike hissed as her fangs caught his lip and he bucked under her, flipping them so that he was on top, between her legs.  Their pounding thrusts never faltered, as she gazed up at him with hungry golden eyes. 

She felt her orgasm building, and feral amber eyes met and held; slowly, she deliberately tilted her head, giving him access to her throat.

He bit into the soft flesh of her neck and roared in triumph as his balls clenched and his cock exploded in her tightly grasping hole; he drank her sweet blood down in greedy gulps, savoring her blood so freely offered, and she screamed in pleasure-pain, cumming around him, tightening on him further.

He withdrew his fangs and licked his marks with a cool tongue, closing them.  “Mine!”

He bared his neck to her and she immediately bit down, drinking him in, claiming him for her own. “Mine!” She growled, and magic thrummed around them with an audible hum before dissipating.  She licked the blood from his neck and relaxed under him, panting for breath.  She felt happy for the first time since Angel had left.

Spike let his weight onto her, nuzzling his mark, his chest rumbling in contentment.  For the first time since her met her, he was at peace.

~

Buffy awoke slowly, stretching to relieve aching muscles.  Her eyes flew open as she realized she was pinned down and unable to move.  Her hazel eyes widened with alarm as they fell on the bleach blond vampire on top of her, inside of her.  “Spike! What the….”

Her question died in her throat as memories swamped her; dressing for the party, biting Riley, dusting Harmony, and finally, taking Spike, claiming him.  Her hand flew to her neck finger rubbing over the mostly healed bite marks, claiming her for him.  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” her mind screamed with realization and she began to shove him off her. 

They both moaned as he slipped from her body and rolled on to his side.  Buffy grabbed the sheet and covered her nude body, slapping at the vamp’s bare chest.  “Spike, wake the hell up!  We’re in trouble here!”

Spike snorted and licked his lips, awareness seeping into his tired brain, as he tasted the remnants of Slayer blood. “Umm, Slayer…” he reached for her sleepily, only to be jerked fully awake when he was suddenly shoved off of the sarcophagus and landed on the crypt floor painfully.  “Bloody Hell!  What is your problem, Slayer!?”  He roared.

She looked over the edge of the tomb and unable to help herself, she forgot her anger and began to laugh hysterically at the sight of him sprawled bare-assed on the cold, cement floor.  Her laughter soon turned to sobs, and tears fell from tightly closed eyes.

“Buffy, luv, don’t cry.  What’s wrong?”  Spike asked, all anger gone in the face of his mate’s pain.

Buffy choked out a sharp laugh.  “What’s wrong?  What’s wrong?  It was a fuckin’ spell, Spike.  Again.  Someone put a spell on my Halloween costume.  Remember, from before?  Last night, I dressed like a vampire, like you…”  She trailed off as she realized what she had just admitted.

He snorted again, “Yeah, kinda noticed you dressed like the Big Bad, Pet.  Didn’t know about it bein’ a spell though.”  He cocked his head at her, watching as she pulled herself together.  “Doesn’t matter, Slayer.  You’re mine now.  We exchanged blood, luv, said the magic words…”

She looked at him as the full meaning behind his words penetrated her confused mind.  “So what, this is like, permanent?”

Spike couldn’t tell from the look on her face, whether this was a bad thing to her or not. “Yeah, luv, it is.  Kinda the way it works.”

She nodded her head, thinking deeply before a radiant smile broke over her face, “C’mere…” She called him forward with a curl of her finger.

Curiously, he stepped towards her.  When he was in range, she whipped her fist out in a blur, slamming it into his nose.

He yelped and jumped back, grabbing his nose, “Bloody hell woman! What was that for?”

She stood in front of him, naked, hands on hips, eyes glittering.  “That was for taking advantage of me last night, Spike.”  She spat his name like curse.

Suddenly, she dropped her outraged pose and strolled forward.  She reached for him and he jumped back, “Hold still you big baby.” 

She reached for him again and he stood cautious of what she was up to now, but he let her take his hands and pull them around her waist until they stood bare chest to bare breast.  He almost moaned at the feel of her against him. She leaned up and kissed the end of his nose, her eyes sparkling, before she took his mouth, licking and sucking, before demanding entrance and slipping her tongue inside.

Spike moaned and pulled her tighter against him, rubbing his cock against her soft belly.  She gasped and pulled away, both of them panting. “What was that for?” He gasped.

She placed another, softer, kiss against his open lips, “That was for taking advantage of me last night, Spike.”  This time his name fell from her lips like a prayer, as she pulled him with her back onto the sarcophagus, spreading her knees to allow him between them, right where he belonged.

Epilogue:

The two beings stood staring down into the gazing pool, the female smug and smiling. “See brother, I told you it would work this time!” 

“Yes, well I still say you took a chance.  She could have killed that boy.” He pouted, unwilling to admit his sister was right and that she had succeeded where he had failed in getting the vampire and Slayer together.  “Besides, you have to admit the spell I had the red-haired witch perform was perfect!  They were in love and engaged!  Not my fault they pretended that none of it ever happened afterwards!”  He walked away from the pool, putout.

His sister stopped gloating and went to him, embracing him.  “It was an excellent spell brother.  Those two are just more stubborn then most.”

He grinned returning the hug, “They are aren’t they? Wonder what’s going to happen when they realize she’s pregnant? I have a feeling that things are going to be quite interesting.”  The two laughed and disappeared.

Light and Dark,

Mortal enemies no more,

Will join together in passion

And marriage.

And from this union,

A new Dawn will arise.

The End.