Title: Tears
Author: John Smith
Summary: Spike survives the 'final' battle and gets Angel's Shanshu prophecy.
Spoilers/Timeline: Everything in BtVS and AtS! Takes place after AtS season 5. 
Rating: NC-17 
Pairing: Spike/Dawn, Spike/Buffy & Spike/Dawn/Buffy. Do I identify with Spike or wot.
Disclaimers: I don't own any of these characters, Joss Whedon does, I just let them have more fun. 
Author's Note: Thank you to all my betas; Salix, Anne, Monica and Mary. You have been a great help. FYI. I started this before the King Arthur movie came out!

Warning: Contains Spike/Dawn, Spike/Buffy & Spike/Dawn/Buffy. Do not read if you are against this.

An Ending and a Beginning

Gunn was the first to go. The blood that he had already lost
weakened him enough that he didn't see the axe coming for him. It
didn't sever his head from his body, but the blow was enough to kill
him immediately.

The team had dispatched plenty of demons to give the illusion that
the battle was going well, but then Angel decided to try and take on
the dragon. That was his first and last mistake. He dodged the flame
coming from the dragon's mouth, for a good ten minutes and even
managed to land a few minor blows with his sword. But eventually he
was caught by a blast of flame and he disintegrated with a scream
that shook Spike to the core.

Illyria was methodically plowing through the evil army and Spike was
doing his best to watch her back when suddenly, after an hour and a
half of mayhem she just stopped.  For no apparent reason she lowered
her sword and stopped fighting. Her body was cut to pieces within
the minute.

Spike was finally scared. He was the last. He realized that he was
going to die. Again! He wasn't wearing anything magical at this time
so he knew he was on his way to hell.  But he wasn't going to go
alone. He was going to take as many of those bastards with him as
he could.

He maneuvered himself into a position where it was difficult for the
demon army to attack him in more than ones or twos. He was a
vampire!  They would have to drive a stake through his heart or cut
off his head or burn him to kill him.
The first option needed a wooden stake and the second needed enough
room to swing a sword or axe horizontally and the final option
needed the dragon. So he was going to make it as un-bleedin'
pleasant as possible for them.

His plan worked brilliantly – well, he was still moving and he
was slowly thinning their ranks but he was tiring and the enemy's
weapons were starting to connect, severing muscles and tendons and
producing cuts that bled enough to weaken him.

Finally he fell to one knee and couldn't defend himself anymore. A
giant of a demon, over ten feet tall and holding an axe large enough
to chop down any tree; came out of the rain to end it all.  The axe
rose and Spike decided he was really pissed off that he hadn't
been able to tell Buffy that he loved her or ask Dawn for her
forgiveness.

The axe rose to over fifteen feet and started down towards his neck.

And was stopped four inches from making contact. A sword stopped it.
A sword held by a knight. Not a knight with helmet and breast plate
and mail, from the 12th century but a knight from earlier times with
partial chain mail and lot of leather; a knight from 6th century
England.

The demon was trying to complete the beheading but the sword was
immovable. The axe was a hairsbreadth from Spike's neck so he
lowered himself to slide out from underneath.

The knight seemed to be a ghost as Spike could see through him in
the rain but his weapon was still stopping the demon. A flick of his
wrist sent the axe back up its arc into the face of the demon who,
with gore spurting everywhere, collapsed onto his comrades.

Eleven other shadowy knights appeared in a protective ring and
started butchering the demon army. Since they were ghosts as well,
the demon weapons caused no harm but the shadow swords destroyed the
demons.

"William Cathcart? Also known as William 'the Bloody'? Also known
as 'Spike'? I have something to say to you!"

The first knight spoke with a pure West Country accent and Spike had
difficulty understanding him; an American would have needed
subtitles.

"When you got your soul back you made news upstairs. You are the
only demon who has wanted to regain their soul. When you succeeded
you caused waves!" The first knight continued, as he knelt down to
look into Spike's eyes.

"Then you became a 'Champion' so the Powers That Be were all set to
accept you into Heaven. And then the Senior Partners threw you
back!" His disgust at their action was palpable.

Spike was extremely tired at this point and his attention was
wandering, so his saviour carried on.

"Long story short; The Powers That Be were just going to give up on
you which got on my wick," the knight smirked at this, "… so I
started a secret Spike Appreciation Society. We kept an eye on you
and we have lobbied for you."

"When Angel arrived in Heaven we were given the green light to
protect you."

"Oh, by the way. My name is Arthur Pendragon."

"King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?" asked Spike, his
brain switching back on and his eyes widening to the size of saucers.

"Yes. My main 'raison d'etre' is to protect England from ultimate
evil but your efforts touched a place in my heart. The Spike
Appreciation Society is totally English, you know. There were just
twelve of us but when Robin of Locksley joined we became the
flavour of the month."

Suddenly, but without sound, another knight appeared. This one was
one of the 12th century kind; in full battle order and on an English
Shire horse. He was holding a lance in his right hand and a large
shield in his left. The shield displayed a Latin Cross.

This new knight galloped into the night sky and engaged the dragon
in battle.  It was an unfair fight. The dragon's fire breath passed
straight through the ghostly knight but his lance penetrated the
dragon every time. After five serious blows the dragon started
falling to earth and squashed a large number of demons. The knight
followed the dragon down, dismounted and delivered the 'coup de
grace' with his sword.

He remounted and returned, nodded to King Arthur and looked at
Spike. "Finally!! I get some more practice," he joked in a very
upper class voice. "That makes me two for two. God Bless you my
son." And then he faded away.

"Saint George?" Spike asked.

King Arthur nodded and carried on, "He volunteered immediately; and
as he said, he has been waiting a very long time to fight another
dragon."

Spike's brain finally gave up and he fainted from exhaustion, blood
loss and information overload.

The battle carried on but it was now very one-sided. Within an hour
the demon army was no more. There was just a major pile of demon
bodies. The knights disappeared and King Arthur knelt down and
kissed Spike on the forehead. "Goodnight my son. You did well."

Fifteen minutes later, when three ambulances and a couple of police
cars arrived, the alley just contained three bodies.

* * * *

The beep was high pitched and the volume was just loud enough to be
very annoying.  He couldn't stop the sound so he opened his eyes.

"76."

Spike's eyes recognized the number and his ears heard the beep and
his head hurt. In fact his whole body hurt. It was an aching pain,
not a piercing pain. His chest felt constricted.
His mouth was very dry. The muscles in his legs were screaming
out "pain". He could hardly move his arms as they were so heavy.

"So this is hell. A nice warm bed with white sheets and blood bags
draining into my left arm and something else draining in to my
right. And something else in my cock. Ok, so that one is NOT nice,"
he mused.

"76?  What is 76? My heart is beating! … My pulse rate?"  The
number was 85 and rising rapidly. 90, 95, 100, 105, 110 the slow
beep changed to a high-pitched whine and a nurse rushed in.

"So you've woken up?" she asked without expecting an answer, so he
didn't.

"Water" he croaked and as she went about her work resetting the
systems and noting down information she fed him a few chips of ice
to wet his lips.

Spike passed out again and slept. Over the next few hours, Spike
passed in and out of consciousness. When he was conscious he was
aware that his heart was beating and he was warm.

More brainwork than that usually sent him back to never-never land.

As Spike recovered, his brain started to process information; the
numbers that weren't zero and something King Arthur, "Who? King
Arthur," had said. "When Angel arrived in heaven we were given the
green light to protect you." – that was it!

If Angel was in heaven then the Shanshu prophecy was his.

Spike was a Human!

When he worked that out, he cried. He cried for himself. He shed a
tear for Angel – the 'old poofter' whom he would miss. He cried
for
all the people he had killed as Spike the vampire. He cried for Anya
and Tara and Fred. He cried for the Summers women he had known.
Joyce, who had never condemned him, Buffy, 'Slayer' whom he loved
and had always condemned him until he got his soul, and Dawn, a.k.a.
Niblet, a.k.a. 'Bit', whom he loved as a little sister and whom he
had failed when he tried to rape Buffy.

He resolved to get to see Buffy and Dawn as soon as possible. He had
missed seeing them after his second 'death'. He wasn't going to miss
them after his third.

The Lawyer

The lawyer from Smith & Jones Solicitors in London got in to see him
somehow.

"William Cathcart? Also known as William 'the Bloody'? Also known
as 'Spike'? I have something for you." Spike hated him immediately.
The accent was pure English upper class; a class William was born
into in 1850, and Spike hated immediately.

"My name is Jocelyn St. John Smyth. Here is my card and a letter
from Mister Liam O'Neill also known as Angel, of Angel
Investigations Inc." The clipped tones, that sounded as if he was
talking to a servant, made Spike want to rip his throat out. Since
he was still comparatively weak even for a human, he decided against
that plan.

The letter from Angel introduced the law firm as an antidote to
Wolfram & Hart. They were the lawyers for the "good guys," and their
representative should be given a fair hearing. Angel went on to
describe how he had siphoned off monies and equipment from W & H
into Angel Investigations.

Spike looked up and sneered, "So you're the wanker from Smith &
Jones. I hate your accent."

"Well Mister Cathcart, we can't have that," was the reply, including
the flat wide syllables of a Brummie accent indicated that Mr. Smyth
was from somewhere in the West Midlands of England.

"Much better," replied Spike, a big grin spreading across his face.

Mr. Smyth pulled a leather folder out of his briefcase, opened it
and started reading. "Here is the last will and testament of Liam
O'Neill… "

"How do you know he's dead?" interrupted Spike.

"We had somebody watching the goings on in the alley," was the reply.

"All that means is that you know that the old poof went 'poof'.  It
doesn't mean that you know he's dead," continued Spike.

"We know he is," came the ominous reply.

Spike shut up.

"Here is the last will and testament of Liam O'Neill..." Mr. Smyth
continued

The will was short; Spike had inherited the lot, as all the rest of
the possible beneficiaries of Angel Investigations were dead.
Connor, Angel's son, received a bequest, which had nothing to do
with the business. In fact Spike was warned that he must not contact
him. No reason was given but Spike thought Angel did not want him
interfering in Connor's life. Small bequests also went to Faith and
Buffy.

"How much money?" was Spike's first question when the lawyer had
finished?

"Forty million and rising due to investments. If you wanted it all
tomorrow then about twenty-five million," replied Mr. Smyth.

"Dollars?"

"Pounds Sterling!" The 'plum in mouth' was back.

"Fuck." Spike was still Spike; still prone to vulgarities, "…
What
is Angel Investigations worth?"

"Nearly 100 million…" the reply began and Spike nearly passed out
again.

"Angel had the headquarters moved to Oxford in England just after
you reappeared and had us staff it. It is a going concern now and we
would be very disappointed if you wanted to close it down," West
Midlands had returned which encouraged Spike.

"Well, first things first.  I want a round the clock investigation
of Buffy and Dawn Summers immediately. Where they are, what they are
doing and with whom!" were Spike's first instructions. "… I want
a
weekly report in my hands first thing Monday morning."

"By the way, what day is it today and what year?" Spike suddenly
realized he didn't know how long it had been since the fight in the
alley.

"Today is Wednesday, 16th June 2004," replied Mr. Smyth. "Four weeks
since the alley incident."

"So the first report will be next Monday! Thank you Mr. Smyth," said
Spike as he lay back and closed his eyes.

Interlude – "What is happening to me?"

Spike, or William as he thought of himself, was now a human and that
meant human wants and needs. Food and drink were a necessity,
whereas before they'd only been used for recreation.

For Spike the vampire, blood had been enough to revitalize him. It
helped to repair all the battle wounds that he received when
fighting and his recovery periods were usually measured in hours,
not days…

For William the healing process was days in the hospital and then
two weeks in a nursing home that the law firm found. For Spike,
muscles, tissue and bone did not need physiotherapy but, for William
that was necessary.

When Spike was fit, he was fit and even 'hyper'. He was thin and cat
like and gaunt and exuded an air of self-confidence, even cockiness.
William, the human from the 1880s, was none of these and the human
body now had to follow a human regime to recover.

In the beginning Spike did not realize this. Only after the first
couple of times, when he tried to get out of bed and his legs gave
way under him, did he realize that things were going to be
different. There were a lot of 'little' wounds that individually
would have inconvenienced a human, or irritated Spike, but their
accumulation mean they were incapacitating.

Spike had to get used to showering every day. He knew humans did
this, but had never really felt it necessary, as he didn't sweat.
Now, as William, he did. For William, in 1880, taking a bath was a
weekly event and taking a daily shower seemed an unusual luxury.
Spike overrode him on this. The need to use the other facilities in
the bathroom was a surprise as well. A couple of 'accidents,' when
in the hospital, showed him why.

William was a human male. This led to the most embarrassing of
situations; the unexpected hard-on. While in hospital, William was
too incapacitated to even think sexual thoughts, let alone get an
erection, but, after a few days in the nursing home, he would wake
up in the morning 'ready to go'. Spike was perfectly happy with this
situation, but William was embarrassed.  Finally, after five days of
receiving physiotherapy on the muscles and tendons in his lower
legs, Spike 'rose to the occasion'.

"Ah, Mr. Cathcart. I see you are recovering," noted the
physiotherapist with a little smirk on her face, "… Mr. Smyth
explained your situation to me and we came to an agreement." At this
she delved into her bag and produced a bottle of hand lotion and
proceeded to pour it on her hands.

Spike then thanked the Gods for English pragmatism, while she
proceeded to give him a hand job. William was very embarrassed but
Spike overrode him on this too. He came very quickly, though he
tried to postpone the finish by thinking of the 'old poofter' in a
Speedo. Usually this thought postponed orgasm for hours, but this
time it had no effect.

This, also, introduced Spike to a new concept, the recovery period.
As a vampire Spike could keep hard for hours on end. For Buffy,
Harmony and Drusilla, it was a 'gift from God'. For all the women he
raped, it had been the ultimate torture. Now inside a human body,
his orgasm drained him and he needed to recover. While his brain
thought he could carry on immediately, his body knocked that notion
on the head and so he took a nap.

The Reunion - Saturday (& Sunday)

It was Saturday, just after ten in the morning. Not so early that
they would still be asleep, but not so late that they would have
gone out.  Just the right time to arrive.

Spike rang the bell at their front door and waited. Nervously.

The door opened slowly and there she was. A five foot three inch,
blonde, vision of loveliness.  Err, no.  A five foot ten inch,
brunette vision of really bad bed head in bedraggled toweling robe.

"Spike?" Dawn screamed. "Is that you?" She raised her hand to caress
his face.

"Hello Niblet" he answered. When she touched him he melted inside.

"You're warm?" she stated. Her eyes rolled into the top of her head
and she fainted and slumped to the floor.

As he knelt down to check on her, he heard another high-pitched
voice off to his left.

"Get off her you demon!" and he was catapulted into the wall behind
him. The pain was excruciating as he slid down to the floor,
suddenly understanding that his humanity had serious drawbacks when
dealing with the Slayer. He keeled over onto his left-hand side and
he maneuvered himself so his back was flat on the floor.

* * * *

Dawn regained consciousness and saw her sister standing over her,
looking daggers at Spike, who was on his back across the corridor in
front of their apartment.

She was so frightened that her sister was going to kill him that she
jumped up, which dumped Buffy on her behind, and ran over to Spike.

"Are you alright?" she enquired, gently touching his face and
feeling over his torso. "You're warm. Are you a man now?" The tears
were flowing now.

"No, I am not alright and yes I am human now," were his answers.

When she heard the "Yes," she straddled him and started kissing him
with small kisses all over his face. She started babbling, "… Oh
Spike. I love you. Are you really back? You're a man! Are you really
back?  Are you really back? I am sooooo sorry. I am so sorry." When
she started apologizing she opened her robe and started unzipping
his fly and reaching around inside his trousers. She, also, started
kissing him on the mouth; her tongue invading him as she started
moaning.

She wasn't going to let Buffy fuck this up as well. She was so happy
her love had returned. Her protector. Her champion. The vampire on
whom she had had a major crush. She had dated plenty; there had been
young, cute boys, her own age, and college guys she had met in
nightclubs and discos around Europe.

She kept her virginity for the man she loved. She hadn't found him
by the day her sister got the telegram telling them of Spike's
death. Dawn didn't know he had returned to Angel at Wolfram & Hart
so finding out he was dead again broke her heart and she realized
that Spike had been the man. She decided to give up her virginity
immediately.

While she was giving herself, she was thinking of Spike. His was the
face she saw when the cock entered her and his was the face that was
above her when she came. The actual guy had been very gentle and the
perfect teacher. He made the whole experience pleasant as possible
and she hated him. He wasn't Spike.

Spike was back and he was human. Someone she allowed herself to
love. Spike may not be the man to take her virginity but he was
going to be the first one she 'wanted' wanted. Her passion was being
released in floods.

Her right-hand found his penis and dragged it out of his trousers
and caressed it. Her left hand moved the crotch of her panties to
the side and she rubbed her very wet vagina over him. She was very,
very aroused. She was leaking juices at a rate she had never
experienced before. She had found her man and wanted to give herself
to him. She, also, wanted to mark her territory.

Spike was stunned and aroused and shocked but his cock was thinking
for him and it very soon became erect. The pain in his back was
still there but his cock didn't care; there's a beautiful young
woman rubbing her very wet pussy all over me, the cock thought, so I
am going to get hard. The jokes about the blood running from a man's
head to his penis were all true.

When Dawn felt that Spike was hard enough, she guided his tip to her
entrance and she descended to the bottom in one fell swoop. The
first insertion was painful but she was already so wet that the pain
disappeared almost immediately and the wonderful arousal kept on
increasing.

"I am so sorry," she whispered into his face. "I love you. I love
you. I am so sorry," She carried on like a mantra.

He was nonplused. He had no idea for what she was apologizing, but
it really did not matter. The warmth surrounding his cock was like
velvet. This was the first vagina he'd penetrated as a man. He was a
virgin when sired by Drusilla, and he had not had sex since he'd
returned; well hand jobs didn't count. He had planned for Buffy to
be his first, and he was very confused that it was her sister.

Dawn's hips were raising and lowering her vagina on his cock and she
was nearing her peak. This was the first time she had been 'on top'
and she was going to come. When she reached the bottom of his cock
her clitoris brushed against his abdomen, increasing her arousal and
tipped her over the edge. The choir sang. There were fireworks. All
the usual clichés, but she was satisfied, and when he came inside
her, her life was complete.

Her orgasm drove him over the edge into his and while he was coming,
he had an epiphany. His sperm weren't cold – they were warm –
they
were alive.

The pain in his back and the exhaustion of the sexual intercourse
had reduced his reserves to nothing so he passed out.

Dawn, still crying from happiness, sexual satisfaction and her own
sense of betrayal, felt his penis leave her body, so she tucked it
back into his trousers, zipped him up, readjusted her panties and
stood up.

She looked over at her sister, noted her total horror and
commanded, "You might want to bring him in as you nearly killed
him!" She marched passed Buffy and into her bedroom, threw herself
down onto her bed and wept even more.

* * * *

Buffy was totally lost. Her unconscious sister had jumped up,
knocked her over and run to the body across the hall. She had spoken
to it/him, he had answered and then she had started crying, mounted
him and started fucking.

"I thought she was a virgin. Well she isn't now. Why is she crying?
Why is she telling him she loves him? Why is she apologizing?" went
through Buffy's mind all at once.

The incident had only lasted a couple of minutes before her sister
dismounted, returned to the apartment and directed her to retrieve
the body.

Still totally dazed she walked over to the body and inspected it.
And her heart leapt into her mouth. It was Spike. She knelt beside
him and tentatively reached for his cheek. He was warm. He was pink.
His hair wasn't bleached white. He had come back to her and she had
nearly killed him, and her sister had fucked him!

Buffy was still in denial. She knew her sister had had a crush on
Spike. Then he had tried to rape Buffy and Dawn's emotions had swung
180 degrees. She had hated him. Now she was jumping his bones. What
the hell happened? He is MINE. What is she doing?

She picked him up, swiveled round, noted a chauffeur with packages
and returned to the apartment. She took Spike into the lounge and
placed him on the couch.

Andrew had told her that Spike, her champion, had returned to Angel
and Wolfram & Hart. The new law firm had notified her of their
deaths and that she should expect a messenger with more news. She
had expected Angel as a real man, having fulfilled his prophecy.

She had not expected a man called William "Spike" Cathcart. She
knelt beside him and broke down and cried her heart out.

Very quietly, the Immortal got dressed and left Buffy's bedroom. He
noted that Spike had an aura that he could not identify, so he
decided he needed to get some more information.

* * * *

Spike spent the rest of the day in and out of consciousness. Every
time he recovered, the pain in his back screamed and his mind gave
up and shut down.

The girls noticed the packages that included flowers and candy.
Others they did not open, as they wanted to wait until Spike
regained consciousness.

Buffy called her doctor. The special one here in Rome whose name she
had been given by Giles. He examined Spike's back. It was badly
bruised, no ribs had broken but everything was delicate. He wanted
to be safe and send Spike to a hospital but Buffy and Dawn disagreed
vehemently and promised to look after him.

Buffy's bed was requisitioned for Spike to recover on and Buffy
carried him there to new sheets. Buffy took the delicate job of
stripping him under the watchful gaze of the doctor. She could only
admire the body in a detached way and was mortified when the remains
of Dawn's sexual attack were bared when she removed his boxers. The
last of Spike's semen and Dawn's juices had slightly dried to leave
a very sticky mess around his penis.

Dawn wasn't allowed in to witness the removal of Spike's clothes and
when Buffy left to get a cloth and warm water to clean him, Buffy's
grip on her arm left Dawn with no illusions that she would be
allowed in to see him at all that day.

* * * *

Sunday passed quickly, though Spike did not recall much of it. When
he was conscious the girls hovered over him and treated him as a
king.

Monday

Monday morning began with a major row between the sisters. Buffy
tried to force Dawn to go to the 'finishing' school that she
attended. The language that left Dawn's mouth would have made a coal-
miner blush. The term 'fucking bitch' was used many times in English
and a couple of times in Italian. Dawn was getting very good at
expressing her frustration, anger and other negative feelings
towards her sister.

"At least she isn't bottling her feelings up," Buffy thought later
on, when she had time to analyze the argument. Dawn didn't do any
analyzing, as she was too angry that her sister had tried to keep
her from her beloved.

Spike was able to sit up in bed and so the opening of the packages
began.

The flowers had been put into water. The candy, really just
chocolate, had been kept separate and the women had reverted to
young girls when they asked about it. There was chocolate from the
USA, for nostalgia, just Hershey's standard. There was Cadbury's
'Fruit and Nut' from England, really for Spike, but he was not going
to acknowledge that.  There was chocolate from Switzerland, from
Germany and from Belgium.

The packages of gowns and special clothing were much more personal.
The gowns for Dawn were Paris designer 'haute couture'. They had the
labels of the most sought after designers, but the dresses
themselves were unique. Dawn was almost the height of a supermodel
herself, so when she modeled them, Spike was 'in awe'.

Buffy's gowns had no labels; since she was not the height of a
model, the Paris houses were not set up to make her gowns. Her gowns
and formal wear were designed and made especially. These were gowns,
from world-renowned designers, for a five foot three inch woman.
These were gowns that a 'real' woman could wear. Spike was still in
awe when she modeled them. He had two visions of loveliness. This
was almost as good as going to Heaven.

All this had been possible because of the staff at Angel
Investigations in England.  Spike's orders, including the one to
protect these women, included searching the apartment to find out
everything about them. Spike had been jealous of Buffy's
relationship with the Immortal and these gifts were a little bit of
his plan to kill it.

Some of the other packages were jewelry, some were reminders of the
USA, and some were more exotic. Some of Buffy's packages included
lingerie, which was sexy, silky and filmy. Spike hoped she would
model them later. There was no leather as William, the human Spike,
was less 'extreme' in his tastes. 'Conservative' was a more
appropriate term for his tastes.

Some of Dawn's included sexy lingerie, as Spike did not want her to
feel left out. He hadn't had dreams about her wearing them.

The sad part of his visit came next. Spike presented Buffy with the
letter from Angel. He wanted her to read it immediately and he got
her to do it in Dawn's bedroom. His intuition said she would need
time to mourn alone and grieve for her first lover.

Dawn sat with Spike and he got her to relate the "Dawn and Buffy"
story since he had last seen her in Sunnydale. The story was a long
one. She made lunch for herself and Spike. Buffy was still crying in
Dawn's bedroom so Dawn did not interrupt her.

The story continued through the whole afternoon. The travels around
the world, well Europe really. England, no Britain, had been cold,
but interesting and soothing. Rupert Giles had played the part of
host, and father, perfectly. Even though he had no biological
relationship to the young women, he had, for all intents and
purposes, acted as their father for seven years. Dawn still thought
of Giles as her father even if Buffy had "outgrown" the feeling. The
real Mr. Summers was an "asshole" and Dawn never mentioned him.

Dawn skimmed over the founding of the new Council of Watchers in
Oxford, England, as that was more Buffy's domain. She did hint that
she might become a watcher after university, as she wanted the new
slayers to get 'modern' help and supervision, not the old style.
Rupert was still uncomfortable around computers, even PC's, and
could be 'so stuffy' at times. The new style Council of Watchers was
going to be twenty-first century not nineteenth.

The travels around Paris, Berlin, Moscow and Prague reminded Spike
of his own European odyssey, but Dawn's was much happier. He
occasionally flinched when she mentioned a town or city in which he
had been particularly unpleasant. She noticed the flinch and
inquired; he told her the truth.

He had to lie down flat in the middle of the afternoon as his back
was beginning to hurt, but they carried on the conversation with
Dawn sitting in her chair and him flat on the bed.

Dawn finished her story of her time in Rome. She left out one
particular adventure, how she lost her virginity, as she could not
bear the telling of it. She had been shocked at his truthfulness of
past misdeeds, but she could forgive him because he had come back to
her. She wore the gown that made her feel most sensuous. She was
aroused just wearing it with a tiny thong underneath. She was trying
to seduce her man.

Dawn lay down next to Spike who was underneath a single sheet. He
had no pajamas, so he had bunched up the sheet to protect his
modesty. She did not care about that and cuddled him as much as
possible. She caressed his face with her left hand as her right arm
was scrunched up between them. She started kissing his shoulder,
which was only just visible above the sheet. She nuzzled to his neck
and to his jaw and cheek. She moved her hand downwards to the sheet
covering his chest and began drawing it down.

"No, Dawn." He stopped her hand immediately, so she let go and just
started moving the hand slowly over the outline of his torso. Her
left leg rose over his and lowered itself very close to his groin.
Her toes grabbed the sheet and very gently pulled it down
straightening it out over the area she most wanted to see. Her left
hand, meanwhile, had been moving over his chest, soothing him and
distracting him from her real goal.

"Dawn," he groaned quietly.

Her core was pressed against his leg and she ground against it to
increase the stimulation of her clitoris. She had, long ago, soaked
her thong and she could feel the juices flowing over her thighs. Her
toes finally completed their task. The sheet was taught over his
erect penis. She knew she had excited him to that point. Her left
hand moved down to caress the hard cock.

Spike had become aroused when Dawn first lay down next to him and
her actions had stimulated him immediately. His control over his
body had disappeared when he became human. The human body was still
new to women, which meant that his control was variable. In fact he
had very little control when touched.

"No. Dawn," he groaned again. "I love Buffy." That broke the mood
immediately.

Her hand stopped moving, but he came anyway. She had stimulated him
too far. There was a major stain on the sheet over his abdomen.  She
could feel him pulsing in her hand.

"You bastard," she screamed. Buffy, only partially awake, sat up and
sprinted to her bedroom.

The scene was like a scene from an X-rated bedroom farce. A man was
lying in bed with the sheet up to his neck. There were tears running
down his face. A beautiful young woman dressed in a very suggestive
formal gown was draped over him with her hand on his penis. There
was a large stain on the sheet. A woman, who had entered the room,
stood near the door with her hands to her face.

Dawn got up and brushed past her sister for the second time in three
days. The 'shoulder charge' knocked Buffy back. Dawn reached her
bedroom, flung the pillow that her sister had used into the hall,
and slammed the door. She threw herself onto her bed, crying,
partly out of sexual frustration. She knew what to do about that and
immediately bunched her dress up to her midriff and slammed the
first two fingers of her right hand into her vagina. She pushed them
in and out, but it wasn't enough so she added another. She was
extending herself but still wasn't satisfied so she added her little
finger. That meant all four finger of the right hand were moving in
and out and her thumb began rubbing her clitoris. The climax, when
it came, was tremendous and she called out his name every time she
shuddered. It brought her sexual relief, but she was still terribly
frustrated and upset by his five words. "No Dawn. I love Buffy,"
went round and round in her head. He had said that just as she
brought him to climax with her hand. Why could he not love her? 
Why could he not return her love?

* * * *

Spike was also crying. His beloved Dawn wanted him sexually. She had
given him another orgasm. He had broken her heart by telling the
truth. He was a pig. Even as a man he could not make things right.

* * * *

Buffy shut the door and looked over at the man in her bed. He was
crying and he had wet the bed. She would have to change the sheets
again. She giggled at this. She started the process by getting the
new clean ones from the hall closet. She stripped the cum stained
sheet off his body and the bed. She carried him to the chair and
removed the lower sheet, which was damp from his sweat and other
stains.

When she had re-made the bed, she looked over at him and asked, "Am
I going to have to clean you up again?" At the 'you', her eyes
indicated his penis. She smiled and he laughed a little as he
answered, "I think so, it is very sticky down there."

Later, as she was washing him, she joked, "This is the second time I
have cleaned you and we still haven't got bumpy-bumpy! I'm getting
fed up. I want some of that protein-y goodness."

"Well you nearly killed me. It's your fault," he replied. "I wanted
to consummate this way more than you."

"Your sister loves me that way, you know?" Spike's question brought
reality back.

"I didn't realize her feelings were that deep," she
acknowledged. "What do I do?"

"I don't know, but I think I've broken her heart," he
confessed. "Can we have dinner?  I can fill in any questions you
have about Angel …"

Her eyes filled with tears at that, but she nodded her head in
agreement and left him to do some thinking.

* * * *

Dawn stayed in her room and did not join them for dinner, which they
had on trays in Buffy's bedroom. Buffy's cooking was getting better
but Spike wondered if could get his chauffeur to get the next
evening meal.

While they ate, Buffy showed Spike the letter. It was all lovey-
dovey stuff that the old poof used when he talked, or thought, about
Buffy.

"Angel is in heaven. Buffy," Spike came out swinging. Her jaw
dropped and she burst into tears and joined him on the bed just as
Dawn had done.

"How do you know?" she blurted in between major crying jags.

He told her of the final battle. King Arthur and Saint George got
derisive snorts but he carried on and told her of his findings.
Angel Investigations had researched extensively and they could not
find Angel or anyone resembling him. They, also, could not find the
scroll with the Shanshu prophecy on it. The Council of Watchers had
found a blank scroll with Angel's signature in blood, but nothing
else. The members of the Circle of the Black Thorn were all dead;
either at the hands of Angel and his team or at the hands of their
own lieutenants, so they could not be interrogated about this.

"I believe King Arthur and I hope you will luv," finished Spike. "I
hope Peaches is in a better place, 'cause he was a miserable bastard
down here," he smiled as he said this, as he wanted to lighten her
mood.

Buffy saw the tear slowly rolling down his face. Angel or Angelus
had been Spike's grand-sire for over one hundred years so there was
a relationship of which she had only glimpses. "Please tell me some
of your adventures with him."

"Oh, pet," was his reply. "You have asked for the telling of some
grizzly tales. Darla, Angel, Drusilla and I were known as the
Scourge of Europe for the last half of the nineteenth century and
the beginning of the twentieth. We killed, slaughtered, maimed
and were generally unpleasant."

Buffy stirred and looked at him with wide eyes. "Oh," was her very
child like comment.

Spike then began his tales of the "Scourge of Europe". By eleven
o'clock he was tired and she had finally had enough of blood and
guts.

Tuesday

Tuesday was the first day that Buffy got a conscious Spike to
herself. Dawn was still mad at both of them and meekly went to
school.

Buffy cleared away Spike's breakfast tray, returned with coffee
mugs, sat in the comfortable chair and started on her version of
the 'Buffy and Dawn' story, since he became her champion in the
fight against the First Evil in Sunnydale.

Buffy's version of events was a little less self-involved than
Dawn's, but still Buffy-centered; everyone else was a satellite.
Rupert Giles wanted to set up the new Council of Watchers
Headquarters in London but the rents were so exorbitant that Oxford
was the replacement. Buffy had ensured that Willow was Technology
Director with power of veto over the new Slayers Handbook. Her
directives were very simple. If the instruction was not twenty-first
century or very late twentieth century, then it did not make the
manual.

Mr. Giles was slowly catching up with the real world. He was
excellent at organization. Buffy was growing up and becoming her own
woman.

Spike was totally engrossed in her story. Her travels round Europe
were wonderful and innocent, until she reached Rome and was
captivated (Spike thought 'ensnared') by the Immortal, or Joe as she
liked to call him. "She has a nickname for him," was a thought
that drove a stake through Spike's heart.

Spike realized he was getting the PG-13 version of her romancing by
the Immortal and his jealousy level was rising rapidly. This being
had replaced Angel and Spike as the centre of her universe. When
Buffy saw his face and whole body droop, she realized that
she was sapping his self-confidence. She hadn't realized his belief
in her love for him was so delicate. While she was talking about the
Immortal, she was interrupted by a phone call. Joe invited them to
dinner on Friday night and she accepted.

Dawn returned from school still in a huff. She slammed her bedroom
door as loudly as possible and would not speak to them.

Spike rang his chauffeur to bring some clothes and to find a really
good restaurant to deliver dinner with wine. Alcohol was needed.

Spike tried to dress, but he could not twist his back in any
direction or bend enough to put his pants or trousers on. Trying to
put on socks would have caused  him to pass out.

So dinner was going to take place in Buffy's bedroom again. He was
going to have to sweet talk Dawn into attending. Since Dawn wasn't
speaking to Buffy and he could not get to her door to plead with her
to come, he was left with the insane notion of phoning her. A mobile
he had bought in Oxford on a British mobile phone system had to
connect with an Italian mobile phone system to talk to someone a
fifty-foot hall away.

"Please, can you come and see me. I still can't get up and I miss
you," he begged. He wasn't acting.

"When dinner comes," was her terse reply.

Dawn did arrive for dinner, which encouraged him, but her whole
demeanor reversed that trend immediately. The food was excellent and
the wine was very good. Spike was still getting to know his taste
buds and they were sending him feelings that he could not describe.
After one hundred plus years of food tasting like ash, the pleasure
Spike derived from tasting food was sexual. Buffy drank a couple of
glasses and her whole attitude relaxed. The same could not be said
for Dawn. When the meal was finished and it was time for coffee, she
disappeared as quickly as possible.

Buffy cleared the bed of the dinner dishes, glasses and cups, and
when she returned she helped Spike lie down and then climbed onto
the bed beside him.

"Spike, I do love you, you know. Joe has shown me places in myself
that I didn't know existed. He helped me move on and live without
you and Angel. He helped me when there was no one else around,"
Buffy explained. "He has been wonderful the last six months but I
knew it couldn't last. He is so old he makes… made Angel's three
hundred years look like a drop in the ocean. I think he might be a
million," she giggled.

"That means that he cannot have a meaningful relationship with a
human woman. I could not be his wife or mate or anything. I would
not have lasted long in the way he measures time. I want a man to
love me and care for me and get old with me and die the way I die.
Of old age. You are that man."

With that final sentence she pulled herself over him and moved her
mouth down to his. It was a kiss to start a night of passion. It was
gentle and loving and intense and filled with abandon.  It was a
kiss that Buffy had never known she could give Spike. She wasn't
trying to get something from it. She wasn't trying to punish
herself. She wasn't trying to beat someone. She was trying to give
herself to a man she loved with all her heart. Her man.

And Spike rejoiced. He kissed her back. He opened his mouth to let
her questing tongue invade. Their tongues didn't joust, they
caressed. The kiss continued. The tongues enmeshed. They broke apart
due to oxygen deprivation.

Buffy undressed quickly. Spike had on pajamas that the chauffeur had
brought, but Buffy quickly divested him of those and she got into
the bed with him under the sheet. They did not need elaborate
foreplay over clothes. Spike knew he was in love and Buffy had
determined that the time was right.

She was lying on his right waiting for him to touch her.

"Buffy," Spike complained. "I can't actually twist over to touch
you. My back won't let me. Please, can you come here?"

"Doh," was Buffy's only reply as she slapped her forehead. Then she
was above him and her right leg was slipped between his. The hair on
her mons tickled his right thigh as she lay on his torso. Her juices
started coating his thigh.  She started a new kiss and their
tongues were jousting. They had done this before, so they knew what
each other liked, but this was the first time that they were both in
love. They weren't fighting each other. One wasn't the aggressor and
the other the submissive. This was two equals giving and receiving
pleasure.

"Oh, Buffy, I missed you so much," Spike whispered and carried on
kissing her cheeks and forehead and neck.

"You are my man now. I love you. I love you," Buffy babbled, as her
excitement rose.

Spike moved his left hand to Buffy's breast and started caressing.
His right hand moved lower to her slit and his forefinger moved up
and down, parting the lips down there. "I've missed you doing this,"
Buffy whispered back.

Spike pinched her nipple with his left hand and played many tunes on
the area around her vagina and clitoris with his right. His memory
still worked but the feeling was different. She didn't feel as hot
to him now as she did when he was a vampire. He was nearer her
temperature to begin with. She was just as wet and still mewed when
his finger penetrated her or he played with her trigger.

"Oh Spike. You're going to make me come.  Yes. Please… More…
Yes,
that is so good," were Buffy's last coherent words before she
groaned and came with two of his fingers up her vagina and his thumb
on her clitoris. Her thighs gripped his hand and it felt as if his
hand was being crushed. The bones were being rubbed together. His
erection disappeared immediately. From rock hard to totally flaccid
within fifteen seconds. Spike didn't scream in pain but tears
flooded out.

As Buffy rolled over onto her back to recover, Spike brought his
right hand up to his mouth to suck off her juices and used his left
hand to check if anything had been broken. It hadn't, but he was in
pain.

"Thank you," Buffy said. "That was wonderful. That was… wow.  I
knew
you were good with your fingers," she carried on obliviously. She
was covered in sweat from her exertions whilst he was covered in
sweat from his body's autonomic response to pain.

Spike slid off the bed, turned over and slid back on, moving face
first with his head between her feet, then between her knees till
finally his tongue found her core. He licked from her left thigh
over and around her centre and down her right.

"Spike. Please do that again," was Buffy's request.

So he followed the reverse path. This time he dallied a little
between her lower lips before continuing. Buffy groaned and Spike
knew he had remembered correctly. Spike knew where to lick and to
suck. He also knew that he hadn't used his full bags of trickery
on this vagina. He had licked inside and outside the lips before. He
had stiffened his tongue and used it as a minor prick to fuck. He
had relaxed it to use the tip to stimulate the clitoris and used it
as a large paintbrush to slide over the whole area.

Spike wanted Buffy to remember this, so he used techniques he had
not used on her before. Drusilla had taught him how to pleasure a
woman in so many ways.  He would never run out of ways with his new
love, Buffy.

"Spike. I'm coming.  Yes… Yes… Yes…"  Buffy screamed this
time.

He was expecting the thigh squeezing, but not the force. He slipped
away as quickly as possible. He knelt at the foot of the bed and he
wondered if his skull had been cracked. He slowly slid back up to
Buffy's left and lay down on his front.

"Buffy. Please, can you help me onto my back?" he asked. She had a
beatific smile on her face and didn't seem to hear him. She was
still humping the air above her. Her abdomen and pelvis still
thought there was someone there.

When Buffy recovered her wits she saw his back, which was one big
bruise and she helped him turn over to lie on it.

She began planting kisses all over his face and was licking her
juices. Spike literally had a headache. His head ached and he
checked that his jaw still moved in the correct manner. "This is not
fun," he thought and started to worry.

Buffy straddled him. Her right knee was now passed his left leg and
he moist centre was now resting on his flaccid penis. The pain in
his head and right hand had overwhelmed any pleasure he was taking
from this night.

Spike was still male though. Having a dripping wet cunt rubbing over
his cock resurrected his sex drive. Having a woman as beautiful as
Buffy Summers whispering sweet nothings in his ear and writhing
around over him overrode the pain. "If I can do this one more time,"
he thought, and cringed at having the thought, "oh this feels
wonderful. Oh the pain. My love wants to fuck. Oh the pain." Spike
the vampire thought sex and pain came together. Spike the man knew
they didn't and was hurting.

His erection slowly grew. Buffy had been a little surprised that he
wasn't erect to begin with, but she felt so proud that she had been
able to induce the more than eight-inches of manhood. That was
enough for her and she mounted him. He was warm inside her. As
she rose and fell she kissed his face and told him of her feelings.

"I have missed this. You were so right for me and I was a fool. This
is sooooo good."

A few more pumps. The velvet glove of her cunt was overcoming the
pain he felt. This was 'bloody brilliant'. He felt like he did just
before he 'vamped' out.

"I was so bad to you. Please can you forgive me?"

"Yeeeeessss," he groaned.

She increased her movements. Her climax approached and so did his.
They were panting in each other's face. He started coming and she
dropped onto him and came as well.

She screamed as she came and her thighs tightened around his hips
and pelvis. And crushed him.

His scream was not of ecstasy but of pain. This time it penetrated
Buffy's brain that there was some other noise as well as her own.
Spike was crying and he was trying to push her off. She moved off
him to his right and lay on her side looking at him.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He was really crying. Tears were running
down his cheeks. His hands were massaging his hips. His right hand
was slightly red and was swollen.  "When did that happen?" she
thought.

Spike really thought his hips or pelvis was broken. This time the
pain was worse than before. "I can't go through that again," he
thought and cried even harder.

Buffy was totally lost. Why was her lover crying? What had she done?

"Spike, what's wrong?" she pleaded and started crying as well. She
cradled his head and tried to brush the tears way. She kissed him
gently and her tears mixed with his.

"Buffy can you get your doctor again?  I think there is a problem
with my pelvis. If he cannot bring a portable X-ray, then I can get
one," was Spike's reply.

She stared at him as if she did not understand English. "Why? What?
How?" she babbled but she got up, put on her robe and made the phone
call.

"He's coming and he does have a portable X-ray machine," was Buffy's
news when she hung up. "What is this about?" she demanded.

"I am a human male," he began, "and you are a twenty-five year old
Vampire Slayer. You're getting physically stronger day-by-day, month-
by-month, year-by-year. Those thighs are really powerful to help you
kill vampires and demons and things."

"This is what you did to my hand," which he raised, "your first
time, I have a major headache from your second, and I need the
doctor from your third because I think you might have broken
something," he finished. "I am so sorry but I don't think I can
survive this," he apologized as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Her jaw had dropped when he showed her his swelling right hand and
it did not close during the rest of his statement. She was lost. Her
lover was apologizing because she had broken him. She had never done
anything like this to Parker or Riley. Well, Parker never gave her
any orgasms and Riley had only given her this type of orgasms when
he was drugged up by the Initiative. The guys in the last six
months, before Joe, hadn't really been that good.

The doorbell rang which interrupted her train of thought. She went
and answered it. It was the doctor and his nurse and the X-ray
machine. She ushered in to see Spike and shooed Dawn back to bed.

Spike told the doctor his problem with his right hand and pelvis in
fluent Italian, which surprised Buffy, and the doctor and nurse got
to work. The X-ray of his hand confirmed that nothing was broken.

There was though, a hairline fracture of his pelvis.

"It will repair itself," the doctor said, in Italian, "but you must
bend and twist as little as possible and if you have sex you must
not be on top."

"Did you understand that Buffy?" Spike asked.

"Not a word," was Buffy's response.

"Thanks Doc," Spike replied, continuing in Italian. "Please do not
tell Buffy about the sex part," he continued with a smile on his
face.

"Of course Mr. Cathcart," was the response. The Doctor then repeated
his story to Buffy, in English, and kept his word. He did leave a
sleeping pill for Spike and a prescription for painkillers if the
pain was unbearable. Spike was asleep fifteen minutes later and
Buffy was left alone wondering what had happened.

Wednesday

Spike's Wednesday morning arrived while he dreamt that his cock was
in a warm bath of it's own. It was warm and all encompassing. It
wasn't water; it was a much smoother liquid. It was like honey but
with none of the stickiness. The warmth started where his cock
joined his body and carried on to the tip.

It was as though he was being fellated by Buffy. "A fucking
brilliant wake up call," he thought, but then Buffy really started
sucking and her throat muscles started contracting around the head
and it wasn't so enjoyable. It was starting to get painful. More
pain as Buffy sucked harder. The new human Spike was not 'into' any
sort of pain during sex, totally unlike the vampire Spike,
especially since last night.

When Spike couldn't stand the pain, he lifted Buffy's head from his
cock and when her eyes rose to meet his he whispered something no
man ever dreamed of saying.

"Please don't do that any more."

He continued, "You're making it hurt. If you want to suck me please
just relax and don't try.  I'll come just because it's you."

Buffy's heart sank to an all time low. Here she was trying to
satisfy the love of her life and she couldn't even give a blowjob
properly. She took his flagging erection back into her mouth and
willed herself not to suck. Then it grew in her mouth. He had been
telling the truth. She moved her lips to meet the hairs on his
abdomen and 'deep throat' him. He still didn't move, he wasn't
fucking her mouth, she wasn't sucking but he still started to pant
and she could feel him tense up as a precursor to his ejaculation.
It wasn't as satisfying for her as giving him a proper blowjob, but
in a different way it told her that he loved her and whatever she
did, or didn't do, she excited him.

He started coming down her throat so she withdrew slightly to allow
his come to enter her mouth. She wanted to taste human Spike come to
compare with vampire Spike. Firstly, it wasn't cold or 'room
temperature' as Spike would have it. It was warm. It was a little
sweeter than all the other come that she had tasted. "Angel, Riley,
vampire Spike, the Immortal… stop comparing." She realized that
comparison was not necessary. He was her lover. Her man.

Spike, although sexually satisfied, was in a totally different
place. His heart was broken in many pieces. Last night had shown him
that, as a man, he could not satisfy her sexually and this morning
had shown him that she could only satisfy him if she was not
herself, but a warm receptacle for his ejaculation.

He felt very tired, very, very tired. "Please can we talk about this
when Dawn has gone to school?" he pleaded as he slipped off back to
sleep from pure exhaustion.

* * * *

Buffy was sitting at the kitchen table nursing a now cold coffee
when Dawn flounced in. "I've checked on Spike, he's sleeping. Why
was the Doctor here last night?  Did you try to fucking kill him
again, did you? If you hurt him I'll kill you!" Dawn was working
herself up into a screaming hissy fit. "You fucking bitch! If you
can't treat him right, I will."

Buffy raised her face to meet her sister's. Her eyes were all puffed
up from the crying she had done, and was still doing. The tears were
running down like rain on a windowpane. "Please let me talk to Spike
this morning. Now I love him and I'm hurting him and he's human. He
can't take it. I keep breaking him. His back is recovering but last
night I nearly broke bones in his hand and I caused a fracture in
his pelvis," she sobbed.  "… Dawn, please go to school. He will
still be here when you get back. He can't go anywhere, he can't get
out of bed," she said with a rueful smile.

"I love him too and I can't stand this," Dawn responded. "Please be
careful. I need him. I want him and if you make him leave - I will
go with him."

Buffy's jaw dropped again. Her sister was revealing so much this
week. "I didn't know. I won't let him go.  He will still be here."

* * * *

Dawn didn't bother with breakfast. She couldn't stand to be around
her sister. This was all too new. She hadn't realized her love for
Spike was that deep until she had threatened her sister, telling her
that Spike would come first.

* * * *

Buffy returned to her bedroom. "The scene of the crime," she thought
wryly. Spike's sleeping form was pinker than the times she had seen
him like this when he was a vampire. His chest was rising and
falling with his breathing. Again something he never did before.

He woke slowly, once he started to turn onto his side, but he winced
in pain and returned to lying on his back. He opened his eyes and
looked over towards her. She saw the love in them and the smile on
his face that appeared once he had focused. She knelt by the bed and
took his left hand in both of hers and kissed it and rubbed it over
her face.

"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't know. Please, please,
please," as she started sobbing again.

"Let me get up and have a shower. It's a bit funky in here. We'll
have breakfast in the kitchen and we'll talk," he said, all business
like, but with a broad grin.

She nodded acceptance and watched him slide down the bed to his feet
and stand up. He walked very stiffly, trying not to twist at the
hips. She showed him to the bathroom and the shower and left him to
it.

He was right, the room smelled of sweat and sex. Buffy rushed to
clean the room she replaced the sheets, and opened the curtains and
windows to let in some light and air.  She rushed to the kitchen to
make fresh coffee and get breakfast.

By the time he arrived in loose shirt and dress trousers, she had
the meal prepared. It was the standard continental breakfast;
coffee, orange or grapefruit juice, pastries, fresh fruit.

"No wonder you love it here, there is nothing to cook. Even you
can't burn coffee," he grinned. "Thanks luv this is wonderful," as
he helped himself to some of the food.

Buffy just watched him eat and did not take anything for herself.
She occasionally drank from her cup.

As he finished his third pastry and re-filled his coffee cup, he
patted his stomach and purred. "So this is why humans love food. I
knew that human need for food was the same as a vampire's need for
blood, but I had forgotten why. It's wonderful to taste anything."

"Spike?" Buffy begged. "What happened last night and this morning?
What did I do wrong? Please let me make amends. I love you and I
hurt you. Please, talk to me," she continued.

"Buffy. You always told me that I was not good enough for you
without a soul and I knew it once I tried to rape you. I got my soul
but still that wasn't enough and I died for you and Niblet. I loved
you all through that.

He paused as he took as sip from his cup. "I was brought back to
work with Angel and still I loved you. You moved on. We came to Rome
and heard that you were here so we tried to find you, but you were
with that bastard 'the Immortal' and Andrew said that you had 'moved
on' from us. I still loved you."

He toyed with a piece of bread that remained. "Angel decided that we
should move on as well. I agreed aloud, but in my heart I didn't.
And then I died again. I thought Angel was going to get his prophecy
and come back as a man. I just thought I would be sent to hell as my
punishment. I was evil, you know. You kept telling me I was an 'evil
thing'. When I recovered this time and found I was human, I resolved
to find out from you own mouth that you had 'moved on' so I knew you
did not love me."

He met her eyes at last. "So I found you and came here to get the
truth. You love me. I was so happy when you said that. I wanted to
be the man that you deserved and last night was my first attempt to
give you the complete package. I had satisfied you as a vampire, I
thought. I must be able to satisfy you as a man. But then we made
love," at this Spike started crying.

"When you came you were so beautiful. You glowed. You nearly broke
my hand. It was beautiful and horrible at the same time. When I
licked you it was the most wondrous thing when you came. And you
nearly crushed my skull. Finally we made love and I loved the way
you bounced up and down on my cock. Your face, your breasts, your
whole body, was a joy to watch and I came. Then you came and broke
my pelvis. Those thighs could crush me. I realized that if I gave
you pleasure and you reacted with as much abandon as you do, which
is what I want, you will hurt me very badly. I cannot satisfy you
sexually as I cannot be between your thighs when you come."

"You have 'moved on'. You have grown up. You are physically way too
much for me as a man. I have finally become the man that you asked
for but you have changed to need something else." The tears rolled
down his face.

"I never wanted you to hold back when you were with me and I don't
want you to hold back now. You need a demon or something that can
stand the pain you cause when you let yourself go. Our needs have
changed like two ships in the night. We have passed each other by. I
still love you and I always will. I will stay with you but I know I
cannot satisfy you. I want to marry you, but you must know that our
sex life will never be fulfilling for you. I would always know that
you could hurt me, even unintentionally, and you would always hold
back so that you didn't. That would cause problems."

Buffy could see the man in front of her wilting and waiting for the
rejection. His eyes still showed his love but his body language
said, "I'm ready to go. Throw me out whenever."

"Spike. I do love you. Angel had not 'moved on'. That was in his
letter. He also said that he knew what he was doing when he signed
away his Shanshu prophecy. He knew he wasn't coming back. He wrote
that if you came to me, I was to apologize for him. He hurt you more
than anyone else because you were such a tenacious bastard. His
words, not mine."

"I want you to stay. Please. I need some time to think about what
you said. Please stay for Dawn, if not for me. Please?"  Buffy
asked. "…You stay here. Watch some TV or anything.  I'll go back
to my room to think."

* * * *

While Buffy went back to her bedroom, Spike found his phone, checked
his messages and made a few phone calls.

Buffy threw herself down on her bed. Spike's speech had cut her to
the quick. She had broken him completely. She had wanted that when
they were having sex after she was resurrected the second time. She
had hated his loving her when he was a vampire with a chip in his
brain. She had hated the sex they had.

It had been very good and was what she needed. She had abused him
and his love. She had beaten him up in the alley beside the Police
Station when she thought she had killed someone. He had tried to
protect her from herself. She had started most of the sex acts
because she needed them to make her feel alive. She had used him as
her animated dildo. She had called him 'evil' and 'a thing' but
still he had professed his love.

Then he tried to rape her. It hadn't been very difficult for her to
repulse his clumsy drunken attempt but it had frightened her and
sent him on a quest.

Spike had returned to her as a vampire with a soul and he had the
gall to tell her he still loved her. In that last year she had grown
to trust him. She had slept with him in his last night on earth.
Literally slept. She had trusted him to do that. That was more than
sex.  That was really trust. He could have turned her or killed her
that night but he didn't. He was her champion. He had stayed behind
and given up his life, well existence, as he wasn't technically
alive, to save hers and Dawns and the rest of the Scoobies and the
Potentials and the whole world to destroy the First's army and the
Hellmouth. She had loved him then. Just a little bit.

She had told him she loved him just as he was saving the world and
destroying the Hellmouth and he had replied, "No, you don't, luv,
but thanks for saying it."

She had believed him.

For months afterwards she had abstained from sex. She filled her
life with looking after Dawn and rebuilding the Watcher's Council
and the network of new Slayers. Finally she wasn't the 'Chosen One',
she was the 'First among many' and she had retired from active duty.
Faith, who was living with Robin Wood, was the senior active Slayer.
She was the Slayer who flew into trouble spots. Buffy was not to be
contacted.

And then slowly, she started opening up to men's' advances. When she
took Dawn out in an evening, if a man made a pass she sometimes took
it. In London she had a few 'one night stands'. They weren't very
fulfilling or very good. If she came, they never rang for a repeat
performance and if she didn't come, then she never rang them. This
scenario was repeated in every city she stayed until here, in Rome,
with 'the Immortal'.

He was good. When he fucked her, she stayed fucked. He was an
impressive stud with a large penis, which he knew how to use. He
could make her come five or six times a night with that weapon. Only
when she was nearing her exhaustion point would he come and then so
would she.

He introduced to many new positions, some of which made her glad she
had slayer muscles and flexibility. She blushed at some of the
things she had done with him. Even her anus puckered at some of the
memories. She was becoming aroused. But she did not love him. He was
very personable and he pleased her, even cuddling and being silly
but he wasn't human. He wasn't someone she wanted to spend the rest
of her life with. He was using her as the woman of the moment or
current decade or twenty years, and he would drop her when he was
bored with her. And his sperm were dead. He could not give her a
baby.

Andrew had told her about Angel and Spike's visits but she had not
told Dawn and forbade Andrew from doing so as well. He had left the
apartment a week later to find his own and had quickly lost touch
with them. Dawn had been perplexed about this but had accepted her
story that Andrew wanted to find his own way. She hadn't contacted
either Angel or Spike since, because she had convinced herself that
she had 'moved on'.

He had returned. He was what she wanted. A man whom she could trust
with her life. A man who would love her and give her babies. A man
who understood her and would let her be what she wanted to be. This
was her dream. But if he tried to physically make love to her, she
would break him. She would break his bones whilst she was climaxing.
He was now too fragile to sexually satisfy her. He had opened her
eyes to her wants and needs in this area. He was her first real
teacher. Angel had taken her virginity and that was it. He had lost
his soul doing it. Riley had been comfortable and kind and sweet but
it was vanilla and more vanilla and there was no variety. Spike, as
vampire could satisfy her, but as a man he could not.

That last part was his interpretation of what happened last night
and this morning. Could she do with out the physical touch of her
lover just as she climaxed or could she not? If she could do without
Spike just at that instant would she take him as her mate? Would he
have her with that proviso? If they were to be a couple what was she
going to do about the need if it arose?

* * * *

"Buffy. Lunch is served," Spike shouted from the kitchen.

She rose, tidied herself and made her way in.  He had ordered in and
they both devoured a beautifully light lunch. The red wine made her
a bit tipsy, so when she had finished, she excused herself, went
back to her bedroom and slept for most of the afternoon.

She awoke slowly with a slight hangover and a plan. It was a very un-
Buffy like plan, quite scandalous and probably illegal in a lot of
countries, especially the USA, but she hoped Spike would agree.

She rearranged herself and made her way to the lounge where Spike
and Dawn were joshing over something just as they used to. Her heart
lifted at the sight. Dawn scowled as she came in, but Spike's smile
did not waver.

"Spike. I want you to stay. I have a plan which will take a couple
of days to complete so I cannot give you my answer just yet," said
Buffy.

"Did you propose?" Dawn asked Spike.

"No," was his response.

Spike still could not walk very far, so they ordered in and had a
much more convivial dinner. The wine helped. Dawn's attitude towards
Buffy had relented as she thought Buffy must have made up with Spike.

After dinner, Dawn went straight to her room. Spike took a couple of
the painkillers and was asleep very quickly. Buffy was quite pleased
that she could just be by herself while cuddling her lover.

Thursday

Thursday morning saw Buffy and Dawn having a reasonably civilized
breakfast before Buffy kicked her sister out to go to school.

Spike was still asleep at 10.00 a.m., so Buffy decided to give him a
special wake up call.

She lowered her mouth to his penis and swallowed it. She did not try
to suck it; she just let it lie there in her mouth. Eventually it
started to grow larger and she knew he was returning to
consciousness. When it grew big enough, the head started to pass
into her throat. She opened the muscles there and allowed the
erection to continue. He still hadn't moved.

"Oh, Buffy. You don't have to do this," he moaned.

There was no answer as her mouth was full and getting fuller. He
started panting and his balls tightened up. She knew what was
coming. It was her Spike. He was coming and she wanted it. He was
coming because it was her. Maybe a few little licks of her tongue; a
few very gentle licks. Maybe it was because her lips were pressing
against the hair on his abdomen and the head of his cock was halfway
down her throat. But she knew he was coming because she was his
Buffy.

Spike was shocked that she was doing this again, but when he came he
realized that she was doing it because she wanted to. This was the
beginning of her answer he was sure. Maybe she was marking him with
her brand, 'mine'.

When he had finished, she cleaned his cock with her tongue and
saliva and she moved up to kiss him. She lay half over him.

"Thank you," he answered into her mouth.

"No. Thank you Spike," Buffy said, "I wanted to let you know that I
love you and will take you whether you can sexually satisfy me or
not. I know our sex life is going to involve lots of that but as I
said last night, I have a plan."

"Oh. My love. I am so happy," he gushed. "Can you tell me any of
your plan?"

"OK.  Dawn seems to have sexual feelings for you and she has fucked
you twice, to my knowledge. Any more?" He shook this head in reply.

"Did you enjoy the sex?" she asked.

"How can I answer that?" he replied. "Will you kill me if I say yes?"

"With the truth," Buffy commanded.

Spiked screwed up enough courage to answer her, "Yes, I enjoyed the
sex with Dawn. She is a very beautiful woman and she was very
excited when we fuc… had intercourse."

"Good. Because I was going to ask Dawn to fuck you in my place."

Spike went goggle eyed. "W… W… What?"

"Yes. If we cannot have sex together, then I want you to have her."

"Where's Buffy? What have you done with her, you demon?" Spike
partially joked. This was not something his Buffy would say.

Buffy slapped Spike and said. "Stop being silly. If we can't have
sex together because of what you said earlier, then I want you to
have sex with Dawn, with me in the bed. I love you Spike, and I will
not let you get so frustrated that you do something stupid. Dawn
loves you, and I think you hurt her by telling her that you loved
me."

"You are correct there, luv. She wanted to continue the sex, but I
told her that we couldn't as I loved you."

"Great, so now I am letting you restart that relationship."

"Buffy. How are you going to get Dawn to do this?" asked Spike
incredulously.

"I am going to explain that we cannot have sex any more," at which
he blushed furiously. "Dawn will jump at the chance to have sex with
you and be 'one up' on me," Buffy continued.

"Back up a moment. Did you say you were going to be in the bed as
well as us?" Spike goggled.

"Yes.  I want to see you fuck her. Sorry, make love. So I can play
with myself and build up a library of dreams that I can use to
pleasure myself whenever I need. I do have a high sex drive. Faith
showed me that. She was just so blatant."

Spike could think of nothing to say. The Slayer was going to
encourage her sister to sleep with him. In fact she was going to
watch to make sure that they both had a good time.

"Now, Spike, here is the down side for you," Buffy continued.

"Oh, fuck," was his response. He was dreading this.

"I will sometimes want to have full cock-in-cunt sex," Buffy was
trying to shock Spike with her words. This was going to take a lot
of trust on his part. This was his test.

"O… k. Who? The Immortal?" Spike was very nervous about the answer
to his questions.

"Yes. The Immortal. When I get antsy," Buffy replied.

The silence was deafening and kept getting longer. Time stood still.
No, it didn't, but Buffy felt like it did. Spike hadn't answered the
sixty-four thousand dollar question.

He still didn't answer. She was getting very anxious. Very, very
anxious. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he raised
his hand to stop her.

"I really, really do not like this, but I understand your needs so
…
OK. One thing though. I do not want to be in the bed with you when
you do this," he smiled through the last sentence.

"Spike," she shrieked.  "This will work. I will make it. I love you,
I really do. We'll make this work.  We'll be a family. Us three will
live together and we'll have children and we won't be normal ever
again."

"I always wanted to be normal. To live as normal people lived. To
have a husband and two point four children in a cottage with a white
picket fence. But I've died twice and been resurrected twice. A
vampire took my cherry and at one point almost drained me,
but he did not kill me or 'turn me'. I've saved the world from
countless apocalypses. My best friend is a super powerful witch who
almost caused one of them. My life isn't normal and now I have my
man who also isn't normal." Buffy took a deep breath.

She jumped on his knees and start kissing him with such joy. This
wasn't sexual, this was relief and joy and other such emotions. She
just didn't care.

Dawn caught them doing this when she arrived home. She was happy
that they had sorted themselves out, but she was sad at the thought
that her champion had left her.

Spike ordered dinner again and made some more phone calls.

The atmosphere at the evening meal much more cordial. Spike and
Buffy were more attentive to Dawn's needs. They only had a couple of
glasses of wine each, while she was allowed to finish the bottle.
Spike recounted some of his less bloody adventures in a very witty
and, when talking about Angel, catty manner. He had the girls
laughing until their sides ached. They had coffee and liqueurs in
the lounge; all of them slumped on the couch in front of the TV,
which was not turned on.

"Dawn? Can you come with me?" Buffy asked as she got up and led her
younger sister to Buffy's bedroom. Buffy sat down on the bed and
perched beside her.

"Dawn. Spike and I have come to an agreement," Buffy began. "We love
each other very much and I want to spend the rest of my life with
him." Dawn bristled at this. "I haven't told him that yet," Buffy
continued, "as we have one thing to sort out first."

"We are having problems when we have sex. He's not impotent or
anything like that," Dawn breathed a sigh of relief. "And he can
fuck me. He does get an erection. But I have grown up into Buffy the
woman. I have Vampire Slayer strength in a woman's body."

Dawn could not see the direction of this speech. "Where are you
going with this?"

"Dawn. Tuesday night, Spike gave me an orgasm with his fingers
and…."

"Ew. Way too much information, Buffy," Dawn interrupted.

"Dawn. You have to know what happened," Buffy exclaimed with
exasperation. "When I came, I nearly broke his fingers off," she
continued speaking over the top of her sister's attempted rebuttal.

Dawn's jaw dropped and she became very quiet.

"I also nearly broke other bones, as well.  Do you want to see the X-
rays?"  Buffy was almost crying. "And after all that he has the gall
to apologize to me for not being able to withstand my thighs. I love
him so much, but I could kill him while he was pleasuring me." A
tear started to fall from each eye.

"She loves him so much," was Dawn's first thought and her spirits
sagged, as she knew her lover would never be hers.

"Dawn. I know you love Spike sexually," Buffy was still talking, "he
told me. He also said that he thought he broke your heart, when he
told you that he loved me."

Dawn just sighed. "Spike's a big mouth," she told her sister
dejectedly.

"Yes, he is," her sister agreed, "he also said he loves you and
loved the sex you had together. I got a bit jealous at that."

"Dawn. I had a lot of Wednesday to think of what is going on and
what to do about Spike," Buffy continued.  "As I said, I want to
live with him forever and I want to please him and have him content
and happy as well. He can come in me if I don't move a muscle."

"Eww. TMI" was Dawn's response.

"But he doesn't want that, as I wouldn't be satisfied," Buffy was
going on. "… If we can't have full sex, he might seek satisfaction
elsewhere and we both don't want that. So after much thought
yesterday …"

"Finally," thought Dawn.

"I want you to sleep with him," Buffy completed her statement and
stopped speaking.

Dawn really was stunned at this. She gaped at the being that had
just asked her to sleep with Spike.

"Where's Buffy? What have you done with her, you demon?" Dawn was
not joking. This was not something her stuffy, repressed sister
would ever say. "I bet she's never given a blow job or had anal
sex.  How can she say something like that?" Dawn thought.

"You're asking me to have sex with Spike?" Dawn asked.

Buffy just nodded.

"To have him fuck me?" Dawn continued.

"To stick his cock in my pussy …" Dawn was still trying to get her
head round Buffy's question.

"Come on, Dawn. Yes. Yes. Yes," Buffy was getting uncomfortable with
Dawn's language, not that she hadn't heard her sister swear but that
she was talking about her lover.

"Yes. Dawn. I'm talking about you and Spike together. There is one
drawback though. I have to be in the bed as well."

"A threesome?"

"If you want to think about it that way, yes, but I would mainly be
watching and caressing and guiding and... ooo this conversation is
getting icky."

"Getting icky?  We've passed icky a long time ago," Dawn's comment
relieved some of the tension.

Dawn's thoughts were all over the place. She was ecstatic that she
would be able to have sex with Spike. Balanced against this was that
her sister would be watching and maybe even touching him or them.
Her sister couldn't have sex with Spike. She was the replacement.
She could have sex with her lover and it wouldn't have to be furtive
and sordid. It would be weird in that her sister had suggested it.

"So long as he is ok with this," was Dawn's reply.

"Get undressed and get in bed," Buffy directed.

"We're going to do this now?"

"Why not? Do you have something better to do?" Buffy asked.

"I'm getting in bed," Dawn said as she removed her shoes and started
undressing.

"We'll be back," Buffy replied, getting off the bed and departing
for the lounge. Once there her only words were, "Follow me," and
Spike took her hand and followed her back to Buffy's bedroom.

As the door opened they saw a vision of loveliness lying under a
single sheet on Buffy's bed; a naked Dawn with a wonderfully warm
smile. The sheet covered her body up to her neck, but her arms were
over it. The hint of the voluptuous shape underneath was very
alluring.

"Dawn," Spike growled hungrily. This single word increased Dawn's
arousal ten fold. She realized that he still wanted her and they
were going to consummate the new arrangement.

"Dawn. We have to be very careful with our baby here," Buffy
admonished.  "He cannot twist or make sudden movements with his
lower back, so he has to sleep… or lie, on his back," she giggled
when she changed the sleep to lie. So did Dawn.

Spike had to stand with his back to the bed, on which Dawn lay, as
Buffy helped him undress. Mainly this involved kneeling in front of
him and removing his shoes, socks, trousers and boxers. When she
lowered his boxers, she could not help but put her mouth over his
semi-erect cock. She gloried in its taste and the way it hardened
without out her having to suck or move at all.

"Stop that.  No fair.  I thought I was supposed to do that," whined
Dawn good-humouredly and both Buffy and Spike smiled.

Spike sat on the edge of the bed and Buffy swung his feet up as he
moved backwards and was turned ninety degrees by his lover.

Dawn took over the moving of Spike and the sucking of his cock. She
did this just to spite her sister.

"Stop that," admonished Buffy, "wait until I'm there to help and
guide you."

"I know what I'm doing," whined Dawn.

"What?  How do you know how to give blowjobs? We are so going to
have to talk about that later," Buffy good-humouredly, laughed while
getting undressed.

Spike put his hand in the air, like a child in school, "Can I be in
on that conversation?" he smirked. Both girls looked at him with
disdain. "No," was the reply in stereo.

By the time Buffy was naked, Dawn was draped over Spike and was
whispering sweet nothings in his left ear. "Oh, Spike, my love,
Buffy explained everything. Oh, how I want you. I love you." She
licked over the side of his face and dropped little kisses wherever
she could. Her left hand was caressing his chest and tickling his
nipples. Her left breast was on his and her right was jammed up
against his left bicep.  His left hand was between her legs and
stimulating her pussy and clit enormously. His fingers were rubbing
up and down her moist slit and spreading the juices all over the
area. They were also sliding over her clit and bring her closer to
her crisis. Her legs straddled his left leg so she could move
her pelvis so that one of his fingers occasionally went inside her.
All this attention was too much for Dawn and she ground her core on
his fingers and leg.

Dawn came just as Buffy climbed under the sheet behind her and held
onto the shuddering young Summers.

"So, you've started without me!" Buffy joked.

That was the beginning of a night of sex.  Spike had to lie on his
back all the time but he didn't care as two beautiful sirens played
with him and occasionally each other.

Dawn was the one who sat on his penis. This was their second time
and this had been the only position they had used. This time,
though, there was an interested bystander, a coach on the sideline,
who directed the plays and brought Dawn to an orgasm with her
fingers. Dawn had been shocked to begin with, but had relaxed as
Spike smiled up at her. "If he can enjoy it, then so can I," was
Dawn's only thought.

Most of the time coherent thought was beyond the threesome.

Friday

Spike's Friday began with a lesson.  Buffy was teaching Dawn how to
give him a blowjob.  His cock was being passed from mouth to mouth.
Buffy was the teacher and Dawn the pupil.  Dawn was doing and Buffy
was instructing. Buffy said, "Suck like this," and Dawn did.  Buffy
said, "Lick like this," and Dawn did. And Spike was in ecstasy.

When he came, Dawn did not share. This was hers and Buffy wasn't
getting any. Buffy looked a little hurt, but began cleaning Spike's
cock with her tongue to get any remnants of semen that Dawn missed.
Dawn just basked there in the knowledge of a job well done. She had
used her lips, mouth and throat to bring her lover pleasure. There
was no more to be said.

"I love you," Buffy whispered in Spike's ear.

"I love you too," Dawn whispered in his other.

"I love you both," was his reply. Tears of joy sprung from his eyes
and his women licked them away, but they were crying as well, so it
had little effect. This was a very damp threesome. They rested
before Dawn's alarm went off in her bedroom. When it became too
annoying, Buffy kicked her out of the bed and didn't allow her back
in, because she had to go to the 'finishing' school.

Buffy and Spike were left to cuddle and canoodle and generally laze
around the apartment all day. Spike introduced Buffy to some of the
more exotic techniques he had learned from Drusilla.  He was
particularly careful as she neared her climax.

On Dawn's return Buffy monopolized her time as they started to
prepare for the evening out.

Spike found his chauffeur and got up to date with Angel
Investigations. He also received two small packages.

*****   The Formal Introduction

The limo arrived twenty minutes after the eight o'clock scheduled
pick up time. This was fine as the girls were only just ready.  It
felt to Spike that the limo did not arrive UNTIL they were ready.

They were driven though the large streets of Rome but arrived at a
restaurant in a very secluded suburb of the city.  They were shown
upstairs to a private room, in fact the whole of the first floor.

"Joe!" exclaimed Buffy as she hurried towards the Immortal and
hugged him and then went into the elaborate Italian introduction
ritual. Kiss left cheek, kiss right cheek and finally kiss left
cheek.

"Buffy. Ragazza Bella," the Immortal gushed. Spike's hackles rose
and pangs of jealousy returned and they were worse than when he and
Angel had last been to Rome. This was Buffy's "moving on" man and
Spike did not like him.

"Guiseppe," was Dawn's cooler reaction. In fact she was quite cold,
even hostile. The right, left, right introduction was so
perfunctory, Spike was reminded of a professional politician's
greeting; absolutely no personal warmth. Spike wondered about the
cause of the animosity.

"William Cathcart, may I introduce... err... um..." Buffy stammered
to a halt.

"Giuseppe Bellini," the Immortal completed her sentence and
proffered his hand. He did not try to initiate contact with Spike;
in fact he was a little apprehensive as Spike moved his hand to
begin the handshake. The small sparks and pale blue glow when the
hands met produced gasps from all four of them. Spike and the ladies
were totally perplexed, but the Immortal had been expecting worse
and was quite relieved.

"I shall explain later. Please sit. What would you like to drink?"
The Immortal moved into suave host mode, started towards the ladies,
but noticed Spike's proprietary expression and let the ex-vampire
seat them.

The Immortal commented on the 'beautiful ladies' who graced the
table that evening and generally poured forth such utter rubbish
that Spike was tempted to hit him on the nose.

Buffy noticed Spike's irritation and turned the conversation back to
the interesting interaction when Spike and the Immortal had shaken
hands.

"I see auras around good and evil beings. Usually blue for good and
red for evil humans and black for demons. A very few auras are
gold," explained Giuseppe. "Spike has a gold aura."

"Spike, I would like to give a demonstration of this aura. Would you
help?" Giuseppe moved away from the table to an open area of the
room and gestured for Spike to join him.

"Now, you aren't trying to kill me are you?" Spike joked.

"No, I'm not, but he is," Giuseppe said before getting out of the
way of a Fyarl demon which ran at Spike. "Please just stand still
Spike," Giuseppe asked. "He will not be able to hurt you if you do.
The one thing you must not do, is attack him."

"Joe," warned Buffy.  "If Spike gets hurt, I will hurt you."

"He won't my darling," was the reply.

Every attack the Fyarl demon made rebounded on him. Every slash at
Spike left a wound on the demon. The demon tried punches, but every
time he threw one the fist hit the demon not Spike. When the demon
tried to strangle Spike the hands swung round and reached around
it's own neck.

"This could go on all night," explained Giuseppe, "… and Spike would
never get hurt. Spike can you turn your back on the demon, please?"

Spike did so and the next attack from the demon ended with it self-
combusting and disappearing. The girls gasped, but Spike, who had
not seen this, was a bit perplexed when nothing happened to him.

"Spike is blessed," said Giuseppe, but he pronounced it 'bless-ed',
the old fashioned way, not the single modern way, 'blessd' "… that
means he has the ultimate protection. Evil being or demon cannot
attack him and if they attack him from behind they burn, as you saw."

"I am neither good nor evil so when we shook hands I got the mild
reaction. The aura was warning me," Giuseppe finished his
explanation as he followed Spike back to the table.

When they were seated and their drinks refilled, Giuseppe
continued,  "Jesus had a gold aura, so did Mohammed and every Dalai
Lama I've known. Jeanne d'Arc, and Winston Churchill even had gold
auras, but Spike is the only ex-vampire to be so."

"Jeanne d'Arc?" whispered Buffy.

"Joan of Arc," replied Spike and Dawn huffily.

"Buffy, you really missed a lot of school didn't you," teased Dawn.

"I understand why the others were protected, but I could not
understand why you," Giuseppe nodded at Spike when he said this, "…
so I did some investigation and I had these glasses made."

On a small pillow a pair of Italian designer sunglasses were brought
out and Giuseppe put them on. He gasped when he looked at Spike.

"Buffy, would you like to see?" he asked.

"Of course," she snapped and held out her hands to take them.

Buffy put them on and stared round the room. They were just ordinary
sunglasses she thought. Giuseppe had been playing a joke. Then she
swung round to look at Spike; ghosts surrounded him. There were
people standing behind his chair in Halloween costumes; No they had
swords and shields, and the closest had a gold circlet around his
head. Suddenly, she remembered Spike's story about his rescue and
she gasped. "That's King Arthur," she thought and he's smiling at
me. "Oh wow. Does Spike have protection," she thought as she removed
the glasses and passed them across the table to Dawn.

Dawn put them on and turned straight at Spike and saw the same thing
as Buffy. She didn't know Spike's story about the final battle so
the knights seemed a bit frightening and then King Arthur waved to
her; just a small movement with his fingers, so she waved back. He
rested his other arm around Spike's shoulders in a protective
gesture that reassured her. She took off the glasses and passed them
to Spike.

"No," gasped Giuseppe, but it was too late as Spike touched them and
they crumbled to dust.

"You knew that was going to happen," Buffy accused Giuseppe.

"I had a feeling," he admitted, "… the glasses were not made by good
demons. I wanted to check my theory and it turned out to be correct."

"Well, next time you have a theory about Spike, let me know first,"
Buffy was not impressed.

"What did every one see?" asked Spike who, of course, had no idea
about the aura or his ghostly bodyguard.

Buffy whispered the answer in his ear.

"Do you know who that was?" Dawn asked Buffy.

"Yes and Spike will tell you the story later," Buffy ended the
conversation there.

Dinner was served, with Giuseppe, the Immortal, trying to be the
good host. He was having a hard time. Spike didn't really like or
trust him after their paths crossed in the 1920's and Buffy's
statements about his sexual prowess. Dawn was totally
uncommunicative for her own reasons so Buffy was the only guest who
made any attempt at friendly conversation.

Giuseppe started to get desperate and launched into the tale of his
tryst with Darla and Drusilla and about being a better lover than
Angel and Spike.

At this, Buffy butted in with a comment about Spike winning in the
fingers and tongue stakes. Dawn gasped and Spike smirked.

"Yes there are some things Spike can do that I can't," Giuseppe
nodded at Dawn; "Spike can produce offspring".

"What?" the three guests gasped at once.

"Didn't you know?" Giuseppe asked, "… Oh, you've only been here a
week."

"I'm pregnant!" Dawn thought. "Yes. NO. Oh shit.  What the fuck
happens now. I'm going to have a baby, Spike's baby. I beat Buffy at
something. Yeah."

"How do you know I'm pregnant?" was Dawn's first question aloud.

"Remember how I said humans aura was blue or red or the two colours
mixed and that yours was gold, well Dawn has a speck of gold in her
mainly blue one. Buffy doesn't. None of my female staff have
either," replied Giuseppe.

"Dawn's pregnant," Spike thought. "I knew my boys were alive. Boy,
am I good, we've only has sex four or five times and already she's
pregnant."

"Dawn's pregnant," Buffy thought. "Bitch is having his child first.
She is having a baby, but she's way too young. She's having Spike's
baby. Shit"

Buffy ran round the table and hugged her sister. "Oh Dawn, that's
wonderful," she gushed.

"Oh, Buffy," was all Dawn could manage.

Spike shifted his chair so that he was next to Dawn and also wrapped
her in a hug. "I love you" was his response.

Giuseppe knew who the Slayer was when he began his seduction. He
knew of her past with the two vampires, the 'ex-key' sister, the
witch who could destroy the world and all the baggage that came with
Buffy Summers, but the group he saw in front of him was very rare.
He had completed his seduction and grown fond of the young lady. He
was looking forward to spending the next thirty years with Buffy as
his consort, but a 'ménage a trois' in which all the members loved
each other; he knew he could not compete

He silently ordered the wine waiter over and within five minutes a
bottle of the best champagne was opened and he toasted the lucky
young woman.

The rest of the meal passed by relatively smoothly with Dawn and
Spike totally wrapped in their own thoughts about the baby. Buffy
was trying to be polite, but her mind was on that subject as well.

The Immortal knew he was on the losing side so his manner, while
still cordial, became cooler. His stories were less becoming less
pleasant as the evening wore on. Finally, while telling a story
about Leonardo da Vinci, he noticed that Buffy's aura changed. It
suddenly gained a very thin gold streak.

"Oh, Fuck Buffy," he exclaimed. "… You slept with him as well?"

"Wha… What are you talking about?  It's none of your business. How
do you know?" Buffy was upset.

"You're pregnant as well!" was his simple reply to all their
questions.

"I'm pregnant," Buffy thought.  "Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she knew she was
going to have Spike's baby. Her love had been able to impregnate
her. He had been able to give his love even though she nearly broke
him.

"She's pregnant as well," Spike thought  "That's two for two" and he
smirked inside at that thought. "Oh, we're going to have a baby,"
that thought filled him with pride and love and gave him a warm
glow. "Oh, fuck. TWO babies.  Oh shit," was his next, 'get me out of
here', he thought. He shifted his chair so that he was next to Buffy
and wrapped her in a hug. "I love you" was his response,
again. "Great comforter you are, you pillock," was his admonishment
of himself.

"She's pregnant," thought Dawn. "That's  goo….? At least I beat her
to this as well".

It was her turn to run round the table and hug her sister.  "Oh
Buffy, that's wonderful," she gushed.

"This is not my night," the Immortal paused, as he silently ordered
more champagne.

Spike surreptitiously patted his pockets to check that the two
packages he had received were in separate pockets.

This news, finally, 'broke the back' of the meal. None of Giuseppe's
guests were in any mood to respond to his conversation. They were
all wrapped up in the little grouping they had formed. One man and
two women. The farewells were perfunctory as the threesome wanted to
get back to their 'little' nest'. They wanted to celebrate on their
own.

The ride back passed very quickly as they were involved with each
other and the climb to the apartment was so joyous. They threw
themselves on to the couch in the lounge and the girls cuddled up
either side of Spike.

The girls were glowing and chatting and giggling about babies and
all things girly and Spike was basking in the glow of happiness.

Spike's thoughts were so wooly. They were self-congratulatory,
random thoughts about having made babies with the women he had loved
and doted on for so many years. They loved him and they gave the
impression that the were ecstatic at being pregnant as well. "If
they want these babies then I definitely want them. These kids
should have a father."  This last scared him, but he knew he was
going to do the best he could. He was just confirming a decision he
had made earlier. He had thought about their situation.

After half an hour of general relaxation and general silliness and
as the hour grew late, Spike slid off the couch and slowly turned
round on his knees.  He indicated that the girls should budge up
together so they were sitting next to each other.

He raised his left knee so that he was in 'the position'. The
position every man knows he should be in when he is about to
propose. Spike dug deeply into his trouser pockets and extracted two
small jewelry boxes. One marked with a 'B' and one marked with
a 'D'. He flicked them open with fingers that had practiced with his
Zippo cigarette lighter all those years.

"Buffy, Dawn. Will you marry me?" was his question. Both girls
looked at the rings and back at him and back to the rings.

"Yes," said Buffy. "Yes," said Dawn only a split second later and
both girls grabbed and hugged him as much as they could. The twin
assault pushed him over onto his back, but he had the co-ordination
to close the boxes so the rings were not lost.

"You had sex first, you got pregnant first so I should say 'Yes'
first," Buffy joked with Dawn as she untangled herself and picked up
her ring box. She opened it and placed the ring on her finger. Dawn
left Spike for a moment and found her box and ring. She too, put it
on. Then they both returned to their man.

The trip to Buffy's bedroom was filled with laughter and giggling
and kissing and clothes being shed and moans and caressing and
general joyfulness.

The sex was different. Spike was still in pain when he tried to
twist at the waist or thrust with his pelvis so he was 'reduced' to
lying on his back and having the girls 'worship' him.

Dawn was the beneficiary of his cock, but while she was riding him,
he was kissing Buffy and guiding her fingers in new ways of
stimulating herself.

Buffy orgasmed twice under Spike's guidance whilst his fingers left
hers at the critical time.

Dawn decided to join in the kissing with Spike and Buffy. She was a
little wigged when her lips met Buffy's, but Spike's were there as
well so she didn't pull away. Oh, and Spike was doing things with
his fingers on her clitoris which totally made her forget any
discomfort 'further north'. Dawn's orgasm induced Spike's and the
noise the threesome made woke up some of their neighbours.

In the after glow Spike wondered aloud to Dawn. "Why were you
apologizing when you first jumped me, on Saturday?"

"Oh, that. I am very sorry. You weren't my first," answered Dawn.

"What?" gasped Buffy in shock and amazement? "… Who was he? I'll
kill him!"

"You were dead," Dawn continued, looking at Spike. "On the day Buffy
received the telegram telling us that you and Angel had died,
Giuseppe was here."

Spike looked over at Buffy.

"Buffy was distraught and started weeping for hours," Dawn
continued. "Then he 'comforted' her… for hours," the disapproval in
Dawn's voice was palpable. "Then she slept. Then she cried some
more. Then he 'comforted' her some more. Then she slept… This went
on for three days… They never came out of her room."

Buffy looked very sheepish.  "I… was very upset."

"When she was being 'comforted', she called out all your names at
different times," Dawn was not happy. The disappointment in her
voice, at her sister's actions was easy to hear. "Finally, at about
four in the morning Giuseppe came into my room. I was still crying
over you and he smelled nice. He had showered so there was no Buffy
smell. He whispered about how he cared for me and wanted me to be
happy and I let him get in bed with me."

Buffy and Spike both gasped and looked at her incredulously.

"I wanted to be comforted. He held me and caressed me and I felt
warm and comfortable and I kissed him. It was good. I enjoyed it and
I got excited and asked him to make me a woman."

Dawn's story was like a car accident. Buffy and Spike couldn't say
anything. They were dumbfounded and wanted the story to continue.

"And so he 'comforted' me as well," Dawn was looking at her sister
now. "He took my virginity Buffy. Your boyfriend!" The pain and
anger were plain to hear. "It didn't hurt. He is very skilled."  The
poison dripped from every word and sentence.

"But I wanted you to be my first," Dawn now spoke to Spike. She
kissed him and hugged him and tried to get as close to him as
possible.

"I'll kill him," Buffy kept on with her mantra.

"No, Buffy. I wanted to do it. Spike was gone and he was there to
take away some of that pain."

"Oh, Dawn. I am so sorry," Spike was totally gone. "I thought you
still hated me after what I did to Buffy in Sunnydale."

"I was mad at you, after that, for the longest time, but then you
saved us and died in Sunnydale. I knew you were different. I have
had time to grow to love you again," Dawn responded. "You looked
after me when Buffy died and then you went got a soul. I could not
keep hating you or your memory. Buffy never told me she knew you had
returned to Angel so when the telegram arrived saying you had died
again I was so devastated."

"Dawn. I'm so sorry," Buffy finally managed to reign in her anger at
Giuseppe.

"Spike do you forgive me?" asked Dawn.

"There's nothing to forgive. I was dead… again… I just don't
approve
of your choice of men," his smile was infectious. "That bastard has
tried to take my women whenever our paths have crossed," and he went
on to complete the story Giuseppe had started about Darla and
Drusilla. The girls giggled at his recounting.

One of the last thoughts Spike had before he went to sleep
was, "Angel, I got the better deal," as a smile crossed his face.

The End