Chapter Twelve

Spike stepped into the training room and leaned back against the wall. He watched curiously as Dawn shut the door tight behind them, gave him an exasperated look, then stopped to stand in front of him, her arms crossed in a no-nonsense manner.

“Spill.”

The one word was spoken with commanding precision.

Spike’s brow furrowed for a second, trying to figure out what this was about.

“Spill.” Dawn repeated.

“What exactly do you what me to-” he began.

“Argh!” Dawn threw her hands up in the air in frustration. “I’m not blind, Spike,” she pointed out. “Buffy disappearing. You disappearing. Always on the same night. Both of you acting all weird and secretive. Buffy spending hours deciding what to wear on patrol. Buffy leaving the house tonight not wearing a scarf, and then showing up here with one. Not to mention that said scarf happens to be in your favorite color, which doesn’t match the rest of her outfit at all. Are you following me here?” She gave him the Summers-Glare-of-Death.

“Uh, yeah…” Spike ran his fingers through his hair nervously. “Well, about that… You see…” he glanced at the persistent teenager in front of him. “Oh bugger!” he groaned. “What do you want to know?”

Dawn gave him a sly smile. “You and Buffy?” she teased.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Look, Big Sis says ‘m not s’posed ta tell anyone, an’-” His hands gestured in the air helplessly.

“She would,” Dawn rolled her eyes. “It’s OK, though,” she added cheerfully. “Buffy already told me.”

“What?!” Spike’s eyes widened comically.

“Buffy - as in, my sister, Buffy - already - as in, at a previous time - told - as in, said the words - me - as in, Dawn,” Dawn said very slowly and teasingly.

“Really?” Spike looked at her curiously. “Er…what exactly did she say then?”

“That you two have been doing the wacky,” Dawn grinned widely at the flustered expression on his face, “although she wouldn’t give me the details. She wouldn’t even tell me what you looked like naked,” she pouted slightly. She could have sworn Spike was blushing. It was kind of hard to tell with vampires, since blushing consisted of being slightly less white than usual, but Dawn had had tons of practice reading this one. “And,” she added evilly, “I got the distinct impression that you’re a major stallion in bed.”

That did the trick. There was no mistaking the reddish tint to his cheeks now. He had also begun that nervous stuttering that Dawn had stuck firmly in the ‘leftover Williamisms’ category.

“S-She…I mean…I…um…er…”

“But the real question here,” Dawn’s face hardened once again, “is: Why. Didn’t. You. Tell. Me?”

He seemed to know how to react to that one better. “Big Sis told me not to,” he insisted.

“And you listen to her since when?” she demanded.

“Well…”

“She’s been holding out on the lovin’, hasn’t she?” Dawn shook her head. “She’s so completely hopeless!”

“Hey, there,” Spike corrected her. “’s not like she loves me or anything. ‘s just a little fling is all.” He tried to say this all with a straight face, but Dawn could read the pain in his eyes.

“Let me get this straight,” she said in a voice that brooked no argument. “Buffy is having sex with you, and you don’t think it means anything?”

“She said-”

“And you believed her?” Dawn rolled her eyes in disbelief.

“No, not at first,” he insisted, “but she…she…”

Dawn frowned slightly. “What’s she been saying to you?” she asked softly.

“Nothin’,” he said, turning his head away abruptly. Dawn was pretty sure she saw tears in his eyes.

“What a bitch!” she stamped her foot on the ground, outraged. “You mean she’s been leading you along all this time, and she hasn’t even bothered telling you that she’s crazy about you?!”

“She’s what?” A hint of hope was in his voice.

“And, of course, she’s probably been feeding you all sorts of garbage about how you don’t deserve to be loved… God, what a bitch!” she repeated her earlier sentiment.

“She’s not,” Spike insisted. “Well…not really… OK, so she is, but ‘s part o’ what I love ‘bout her.” His accent was getting thicker with emotion, and since it wasn’t going upper class, Dawn could tell the emotions weren’t remotely happy.

“You wait here,” she ordered him. “I’ll go fix things. And I swear, if she doesn’t apologize…” Her hands clasped into fists, and she stormed out of the training room.

“Nibblet, wait!” he called after her, but she was already gone…

* * *

Xander glanced nervously over his shoulder to see past Spike still leaning against the counter, smoking, and staring directly at him, an evil glint in his eye.

“Guys…” Xander began nervously. “I really think we should tie him up or something.”

“No tying up,” Buffy insisted, her eyes widening at certain memories.

“Dunno, pet,” past Spike blew out a long stream of smoke, “could be a lot o’ fun…”

“Oh god!” Xander said. “He’s just as bad as the other one! What part of ‘hands off Buffy’ don’t you Spikes understand?”

“The ‘off’ part,” past Spike replied readily enough.

Buffy’s face was turning redder by the minute. “Research, guys,” she laughed nervously. “Remember?”

Jonathan spoke up. “You might want to check out the-”

“Shut up!” a throng of voices said in perfect unison.

“Right then,” Jonathan shrunk back down into his chains.

For a few minutes the Magic Box was filled with blissful silence. Then:

“Buffy! Get your ass back here right now!” Dawn screamed into the room at the top of her lungs.

“Language, Dawnie,” Willow said out of habit.

“Uh, I’m kinda-” Buffy began, gesturing at the books.

“Now.” Dawn insisted, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Someone’s in trouble,” past Spike sing-songed.

Buffy glared at him and got up to go talk to Dawn. “What’s up?” she whispered.

“In.” Dawn grabbed hold of Buffy’s arm and dragged her back into the training room.

“Dawnie, what-?” Buffy began.

“Look, Nibblet-” she heard Spike saying from behind the door.

Dawn slammed the door shut behind the three of them. “You,” she pointed an accusing finger at Buffy.

“What did I do?” Buffy demanded. “What did you say?” she whispered back at Spike.

“Nothing,” he whispered back.

“You,” Dawn repeated. “Apology. Now.”

“What?” Buffy said in surprise.

“Nibblet-” Spike tried to cut in again.

“Shh!” Dawn hushed him. “You’ll want to hear every word of the high-quality groveling Buffy’s about to do.”

“Dawnie!” Buffy rolled her eyes. “C’mon now-”

“Apologize,” Dawn insisted. “Tell. The. Truth.” She threw her arms up in the air in despair. “God, what’s wrong with all you people? Do you have any idea how much simpler all your lives would be if you were just honest with each other? I mean, haven’t you learned that lesson a thousand times over before?!” she demanded of Buffy.

“It’s not that simple,” Buffy said.

“No, it’s not,” Dawn agreed, “because you make it so bloody complicated. Now, tell him.” She crossed her arms in front of her again. “I think if you’re letting him bite you, he deserves to know the truth.”

“You told her that?!” Buffy spun around to stare at Spike in outrage.

“Unless it was the other Spike…” Dawn said thoughtfully to herself.

“’Course not!” Spike replied to Buffy’s accusations, holding his hands up defensively.

“Or maybe it was…” Dawn’s eyes widened in horror. “Both?!” she squealed abruptly.

Buffy and Spike both broke off their argument and gave her that same deer-trapped-in-headlights look.

“Ah!” Dawn’s hands covered her eyes. “Innocent young mind not ready to handle that image! Blocking it out now!”

“Way to corrupt my sister,” Buffy turned back to Spike. “And I can’t believe you told her about the biting!”

“I figured it out on my own,” Dawn cut in. “I mean, duh! Nice scarf there, Buffy!”

“Oh…” Buffy said guiltily, fingering the red fabric around her neck. “Is it really that obvious?” she asked nervously.

“Don’t worry,” Dawn said. “Everyone else is so being keeping their own secrets that they’re in denial about yours.”

“Good,” Buffy breathed a sigh of relief. “Or…wait a minute, not good…”

“Exactly,” Dawn agreed. “Break the evil pattern. Tell the truth. I’ll be outside.” She gave Spike a quick wink before stepping out and closing the door behind her.

“Er, yeah…” Spike said sheepishly. “She can be right bossy when she wants to, hey pet?”

“Just like her sister,” Buffy smiled slightly at the closed door. She turned back to look at Spike and sighed. “Look,” she began, “I don’t know what she got all riled up about…”

“Mostly that I wouldn’t tell her ‘bout what you’d said to me,” Spike shrugged. “Guess she just assumed the worst.”

“Yeah, well, she probably assumed right then,” Buffy wrapped her arms around herself and sat down on the couch.

Spike shrugged again and found a particularly fascinating spot on the wall to stare at.

“You’re not convenient,” she said so softly he barely heard her, vamp hearing and all.

He looked at her curiously.

“You’re not convenient,” she repeated a little bit louder. “In fact, you’re probably the most inconvenient person in the world: annoying, rude, pigheaded, stubborn as all hell, not to mention the whole vampire thing, and you never know when to quit, and-”

“Don’t think you’re s’posed to be insultin’ me,” Spike said calmly.

“Those weren’t insults,” she gave him a sly smile.

His eyes widened, and he quirked an eyebrow in her direction.

“You’re an obnoxious pig,” she said, the humor in her voice evident, “but I still like to be around you.”

“I like to have you around me, too, pet,” he waggled his eyebrows in a way that told her exactly what he really meant.

She flushed lightly. “And you never stop with the sexual innuendoes,” she said. “I forgot about that one.”

“Y’gonna call me a pig?” he asked, smiling now.

“I’ve always had this thing for pigs,” she smiled back, walking over to him. “Even back when I was a little kid. You know Mr. Gordo?” He nodded. “The pig was my favorite animal…” She slipped her arms around his neck.

“And now?” he asked.

“Mmm…” she murmured thoughtfully. “Well, I like this one…” She gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

His mouth opened at her caress, and their tongues twined together, teasing and tasting each other.

“Mmm…” Buffy repeated her earlier sentiment, pulling back. “So,” she said, still a little breathless, “your turn.”

“My turn?” he asked, raising a scarred eyebrow.

“To apologize,” Buffy explained. “Actually,” she whispered into his ear conspiratorially, “it’s a lot of fun…”

“What do you want me to apologize for then, luv?” he asked, playing lazily with a lock of her hair.

“How about ‘I always knew the only thing better than killing a Slayer would be fucking a Slayer’?” she suggested.

“You want me to apologize for that?” he asked, smiling slightly. “You want me to be sorry for the fact that every time I get close to you,” his hand gently unraveled the scarf from around her neck, revealing the lovely red marks she’d let him leave there, “I want to do this,” his tongue traced over one of his earlier bite marks, “instead of snapping your neck?”

“Since you put it that way…” she trailed off with a little gasp when he bit down lightly upon the mark. She had noticed in the past that the bites on her neck had become particularly erogenous zones, but no one had ever fully explored them the way Spike was doing now.

“Sorry I put it that way, though,” he finally said, pulling his head back to look at her again. “You’re right, pet. It is fun…”

“My turn,” Buffy nodded vigorously, her eyes darkened with lust. “What do you want me to apologize for?”

“How ‘bout ‘you’re an evil, disgusting thing’?” he suggested.

“Hmm,” Buffy said thoughtfully. “Well, I’ve seen what you can do in the bedroom, so I’m not going to be able to take back the ‘evil’…but I could amend it to ‘very, verrry bad’,” she gave the front of his jeans a slight squeeze and felt the growing hardness there. “Very, verrry, verrrrrry bad,” she corrected herself.

“I can live with that,” he moaned slightly. “Don’t stop…”

“And ‘disgusting’,” she went on. She paused for a moment to kiss the hollow of his throat. His head fell back against the wall, and she took advantage of the opening to lick the tender skin there. “Well,” she commented, pulling back, “you don’t taste disgusting to me. In fact, you taste delicious.”

He whimpered inarticulately.

“So that leaves ‘thing’,” she continued. “Hmm…” She ran her fingers over his chest, feeling the muscle beneath the fabric there. “It feels like a man…” She pulled his shirt up slightly to get a look at the alabaster skin there. “It looks like a man…” She knelt on the floor so that her face was level with his taut abs. “It smells like a man…” Her tongue flicked out slightly to lick at an old scar there, and he moaned. “And it tastes and sounds like a man…” She finished, standing back up again. “I guess it’s a man,” she finally concluded.

“So, I guess that makes you a very, verrry, verrrrrry bad, delicious man. My mistake.”

“Forgiven,” Spike said raggedly. “My turn?” he asked.

“Let’s see…” Buffy said. “OK! ‘If you don’t stop being such a bitch, maybe next time I will bite you’.”

“Well, you’re not being a bitch now,” he said, leaning down so that his lips were once again right over his mark, “so does that mean you don’t want me to bite you?” he teased.

“Bite good,” she shook her head.

“Thought so,” he smiled against her burning skin before biting her gently with his blunt teeth.

“More,” she whimpered.

“Here, luv?” he asked. “The Slayerettes are just outside, an’-”

“More!” she cut him off, pulling his mouth roughly down to hers.

Their kiss instantly intensified, lips sucking and tongues dueling. Spike twisted them around, pressing her hard up against the wall that had been at his back. His arms slid around her body, holding her to him tightly, letting her feel the entire length of him…

Buffy’s hands caught in his hair, deepening their kiss further. She moaned and cried softly into his mouth, loving the taste and the feel of him…everything about him…

* * *

Dawn noticed that the sounds of voices behind the door had abruptly stopped. She opened it a crack just to make sure and found her big sister and her surrogate big brother locked in a passionate embrace.

A wide smile lit up her face. Sure, she had known, but it was nice to see a little evidence that they finally had something real between them.

She shut the door behind her, still grinning happily. A muffled cry echoed from the training room, and she tried to suppress a giggle.

“What was that?”

Dawn hadn’t even noticed Xander approaching.

“Nothing!” she insisted hastily. “They’re just…sparring,” she covered quickly.

Buffy’s next scream was loud enough that it was unmistakable.

“Buffy’s in trouble!” Xander’s eyes widened in horror. “We need to-”

“No! Don’t open it!” Dawn cried out, but he had already pushed her aside and turned the knob.

“-help,” he finished as he flung the door wide and looked inside…

Double Spiked (continued)

Chapter Thirteen

Xander flung the door open wide and gaped in horror at the sight before him. Buffy stood trapped against the wall while Spike pinned her thoroughly in place. She thrashed against him, trying to break free, but for some reason her efforts weren’t succeeding in throwing him off.

Xander stood frozen in place until he saw Spike’s demon features emerge and he lunged for Buffy’s neck.

That snapped him out of his stupor.

“Buffy!” he cried out in fear as he grabbed Spike roughly by the shoulder and ripped him off of the Slayer. “You bastard!” he turned to Spike, quickly catching one of the stakes from the nearby table and thrusting it straight at the captured vampire’s heart.

Back against the wall, Buffy’s eyes widened in horror at her lover’s peril, but she was still too stunned and weak-kneed to do anything about it but watch on.

Luckily, Spike reacted in the nick of time, stopping the stake instants before it would have plunged into his chest.

“Buffy, get him!” Xander called out, struggling to free his wrist from the vampire’s grasp.

“You stupid git!” Spike hissed, gripping Xander’s wrist tighter and finally forcing him to drop the stake.

“Ah!” Xander screamed, clutching his wrist.

“Ah!” Spike said at the same instant, clutching his head.

“Spike, are you all right?” Dawn squealed, running over to him.

“Dawnie, get back!” Xander cried out in warning. “He’s the evil one…which is why he has the chip in his head…” his voice slowed when he realized that his earlier assessment must have been off in some way. “Wait a minute,” he began again confused, “if you’ve got that chip, how were you biting Buffy?”

“It doesn’t work on me anymore,” Buffy said numbly, relief at Spike’s near miss still running through her.

“Buffy, are you all right?” Xander looked at her sympathetically.

Her face was pale, and she seemed to be hyperventilating. Obviously due to fear from her near death experience, Xander quickly decided. She seemed very shaky on her feet, and the instant Xander saw her neck, he knew why.

“Oh my god, Buffy!” he exclaimed anxiously. “He got you! I’m so sorry I didn’t get here in time! Look, we’ll go to the hospital and then-”

He was abruptly cut off when his helping hand was pushed aside and she practically ran over to Spike.

“Oh god!” she whimpered, clutching him tightly to her. “I-I thought…I was so scared…a-and I couldn’t…” she said between sobs, holding his head into her shoulder and petting his hair softly.

“Buffy!” Xander tried to break her out of her shock. She was obviously still a bit too stunned by what Spike had tried to do to realize the danger of her actions. Right now the vampire’s mouth was mere inches from her throat… Xander tried to pull him away from her again.

“No!” Buffy exclaimed, hugging Spike to her with renewed strength. “Don’t touch him, Xander!”

“But Buffy, he tried to-”

“He didn’t do anything I didn’t want him to,” she cut him off.

Xander just stood there for a second, a confused look on his face. “What?!” he finally blurted out.

“Yeah, thanks for instantly jumpin’ to the wrong conclusions ‘bout me, mate,” Spike rose from his position nuzzled in Buffy’s hair to face him. “Real sporting o’ you to try an’ kill me without figurin’ out what happened first, too.”

The hopelessly confusion on Xander’s face increased. “B-Buffy, what’s going on here?” he finally demanded.

Buffy’s face reddened, and she cast a nervous glance back and forth between Spike and Xander. “H-He bit me,” she finally admitted slowly, “but only because I wanted him to…”

Xander’s face was even more confused for a second, and then his eyes widened when he understood. “You bastard!” he yelled at Spike. “You did this to her! You-you put her under a thrall, and-and that’s why she’s been so weird lately, so out of it. You’ve been feeding from her!”

“Oh, for cryin’ out-!” Spike threw his hands up in the air and rolled his eyes heavenwards. “I don’t even have a thrall, you wanker!”

“Oh, you’d like us to believe that, wouldn’t you?” Xander pointed a finger at him accusingly, and it began to shake with fury. “I’m on to you, though. What did Drusilla teach you? Bet you two had plenty of time in all those years you were together…”

“Dru didn’t teach me squat,” Spike sighed in annoyance.

“It’s not a thrall, Xander,” Buffy insisted. “Spike and I are…” She turned to look nervously at the vampire.

He had this odd hopeful look in his eyes, like all of his being wanted her to tell Xander, but he knew it would never happen so he was bracing himself for disappointment and heartbreak instead.

“Well, we’re…” she caught his hand in hers and gave it a slight squeeze. Internally, he braced himself harder, and it felt like a blinding pain in Buffy’s chest when she saw the anguish there. “We’re…together,” she finally finished slowly.

A strange feeling of relief swept over her once the words were out of her mouth. Sure, she was going to have to deal with the explosion from Xander once the words finally pierced through his denial, but it was over: the hiding, the fear, the not knowing whether anyone suspected…

She cast a quick glance in Spike’s direction. And if for no other reason, it was all worth it just to see that look in his eyes. She had seen it before when she’d invited him into her house before the final battle with Glory, and then again when she’d practically ripped their clothing aside and thrust down onto him deep in the abandoned building. It was a look of wonder, of awe, of complete and absolute love…

“We’ve been together for a while now,” she said more firmly, reaching out to caress his cheek with one hand.

She turned back to the door and discovered that the rest of her friends had been present to hear her last statement as well…as had past Spike. He looked like he was about to break out into hysterics any minute at the looks on everyone’s faces. Glad someone thinks this is funny, Buffy thought wryly.

“Willow, it’s OK,” Xander grasped desperately at his last straw. “We understand if you slipped with the magic, but you should have told us so we could fix it.”

“Uh…Xander,” Willow began, “I haven’t done any magic in a month.”

Tara raised an eyebrow in her direction, and Willow smiled proudly. The brunette witch gave her a shy smile in return before turning back to the proceedings.

“Love spell?” Xander persisted.

“No,” Willow shook her head vehemently.

“Do thy will?”

“No.”

“Brainwashing? Memory loss? Temporary insanity?”

“No!” Willow finally exclaimed, annoyed.

“Tara? Anya?” he begged of the two other women.

They both shook their heads.

“Dawn?” Xander’s voice was pleading by now.

“There’s no spell,” Buffy ended his questions before they got ridiculously out of hand. “And there’s nothing wrong with either of us. We just…” She paused to look at Spike, and he shrugged casually. “We’re just together is all,” she finished. “Because we both want to be.”

“Isn’t it exciting?!” Dawn broke in, a broad smile on her face. “I mean I thought they’d never manage it, but Tada!”

The expression on Willow’s face was less enthusiastic, but no where near as terrified as Xander’s. “Buffy,” she said, her brow furrowing slightly. “When did this all happen? How did this happen?”

Buffy turned to Spike, and he gave her a little reassuring smile. She took a deep breath and began. “After I…came back,” she said slowly, “things were really hard. I-I was trying to hide where I had been from all of you, and it was tearing me apart. I needed to tell someone, and Spike was just…there. Not judging me or trying to figure out if I was wrong… He just let me be me. He was someone I could tell, someone I could talk to. We became friends, and then…” She trailed off.

Willow nodded slowly. “OK,” she said thoughtfully, “I can see that, I guess… But why didn’t you say anything before?”

“I was afraid,” Buffy admitted, “of what you’d think, and how Spike would react, and I didn’t really know what I felt for him. And it was scary. I-If I kept it a secret, then it was just us and I didn’t have to worry about anything else.”

“I think we can understand that,” Tara cast another shy smile in Willow’s direction.

Willow continued to stare off into space, trying to put words to what she was thinking.

Xander didn’t have any difficulty, however. “Buffy, what can you possibly be thinking?” he exclaimed in complete outrage. “Evil, soulless vampire, remember? If it weren’t for that chip, we’d all be breakfast right about now!”

“Maybe you would be,” Spike growled sullenly under his breath.

“The chip doesn’t work on me,” Buffy reminded Xander and informed the others. “I don’t know why, but…I guess I came back wrong…”

“No,” Spike insisted, “there’s nothing wrong with you. The more I see of you, the more I’m sure that you’re the same…”

Willow’s brow furrowed in a different way. “The chip doesn’t register you as human?” she asked, perplexed. “That doesn’t make any sense. The spell I used should have brought you back the exact same way-”

“Ahem!” Xander cut in. “Buffy being snuggly with the undead! Much more important than the spell!”

Buffy sheepishly took a step back and blushed when she realized that she had indeed been sidled right up against Spike.

“Xander,” she pleaded with him, “say something to me. Ask me something else, anything. I don’t want this to hurt you…”

Xander let out a long, deep sigh at the tone of her voice and struggled to control the whirlwind of emotions that were ripping through him at the moment. “I guess the biggest problem I have,” he said after a long while, “is why? Why Spike?”

Buffy considered her response for a while. “Just because,” she finally shrugged. “It just happened that way, and I can’t explain it. I came back, and everything felt so painful. But then when we were together, it was like it was all quiet again. I was at peace; I was happy. You said yourself the other week that I’ve been more like myself these past few weeks. Well, you’re right, I have, and Spike’s responsible for a lot of that. Everything’s been so hard and confusing and conflicted, and then suddenly one thing was clear. There was one thing I wanted…”

Spike rested one hand in the crook of her back where no one could see it, and she relaxed slightly.

“I can’t explain it,” she repeated. “It just sort of happened…”

Xander sighed and nodded. “The chip,” he repeated. “Still having a lot of problems about that chip.”

“I am too,” Willow added. “Buffy, if it ever stops working, I mean really stops working… You know what happened last time!”

“Relax, Red,” Spike said. “Your fish’re safe with me.”

She actually smiled slightly at his joke. Spike knew he had always liked her for a reason.

Buffy looked at him, and he pointedly looked away from her, not wanting to discuss this in front of the Scoobies.

“There are some things that we haven’t really talked about yet,” she said finally, “and I can completely understand your concern. But we’re going to try to figure it out.”

“Promise not to hurt anyone till we get this all settled,” Spike mumbled under his breath. “If somethin’ happens to the chip, that is…”

Buffy gave them a small smile and a shrug.

Willow seemed to except that for the time being, at least. “Buffy, are you sure about this?” she demanded one last time.

“I’m happier than I’ve been since I got back,” she nodded, “and for quite a while before I died as well. I think that makes it worth a try, at least.”

Willow nodded. “This will definitely take time to adjust to…”

“I know,” Buffy agreed, “but no one’s staked Spike yet, which is better than I’d hoped for.”

“Barely,” Spike muttered under his breath, casting an angry glare in Xander’s direction.

“Buffy,” Xander finally said, “I’m not going to lie to you. I’m going to try to pretend that I don’t know about this for as long as is physically possible and hope that it just blows over.”

Buffy giggled slightly at this typical Xander reaction.

“Denial is a happy place, and I hope to spend many blissful hours there,” he actually managed to crack a small smile. “But I don’t really have the right to make any decisions for you. I may think you’re wrong, but it’s not my life to live.”

“Thanks a lot.” Tears were forming at the corners of her eyes.

“So, does this mean that you’re not going to be all depressed for our wedding?” Anya asked anxiously, having been uncharacteristically quiet all this time.

“As long as I don’t catch them…” Xander’s eyes widened in horror. “I’m not going to catch you at anything, right?” he demanded nervously. “’Cause that could seriously impair my denial.”

“We’ll try to keep it confined,” Buffy assured him.

“Maybe you will,” Spike whispered so softly that only she could hear. She cast him an annoyed glance and stepped on his foot lightly in revenge for that smart-ass remark.

“Tara, Anya,” Buffy turned to the others present, “I want you guys to be OK with this, too.”

“Seems all right to me,” Tara shrugged, smiling slightly. “It doesn’t really seem like that big a deal to me.”

“And I’ve known for ages,” Anya waved a hand in the air dismissively.

“What?!” every other person in the room said in perfect unison.

“Ahn, what are you talking about?” Xander asked, holding her shoulders.

“You mean you honestly all didn’t know?” Anya said in surprise.

“I did,” Dawn held her hand up in the air shyly.

“You’re kidding me, right?” she was greeted by many shaking heads. “You mean you didn’t notice how they would always come back from ‘patrolling’,” she made little air quotes with her hands, “hours late, with their hair all messed up and grass stains all over their clothes-”

“Fighting monsters!” Xander insisted. “Those are all just normal side-effects of fighting monsters!”

Anya rolled her eyes. “And I suppose it was monsters that would put their shirts on backwards, and that caused them to stand just a little bit too close to each other, and made them give each other those don’t-you-wish-we-were-having-sex-right-now looks, and put that post-orgasmic bliss in their eyes?”

“B-But if you knew about this,” Xander asked, bewildered, “then why didn’t you say anything?”

“You told me it was rude to discuss other people’s orgasms,” Anya replied happily, “so I didn’t!”

“Oh boy…” Xander ran a hand through his hair, both distressed at this news and grateful for something else to think about besides the unmentionable couple across the room.

“That was very considerate of you,” Tara informed Anya.

“Thank you,” Anya was still bouncing slightly with glee at the fact that she’d restrained herself so well. “So,” she said after a moment, “is it OK to discuss Buffy’s orgasms now?”

“No!” several vehement voices announced in unison.

“Humph,” Anya bit her lower lip. “I was just wondering is all…”

“So…er, uh…yeah,” Buffy said in the awkward pause that followed. “Research?” she suggested anxiously.

Before anyone could reply, the sound of slow clapping caused them all to spin around.

“Oh, that was great,” past Spike said sarcastically. “You all ‘re better than soaps. Right good entertainment it was…although I was waitin’ for the big group hug before I made a nice snack off those wankers outside…”

“Oh!” Willow’s hand abruptly shot up in the air out of force of habit. “That’s right! We found the how-to-go-back-in-time spell!”

“So, I can eat those losers then, right?” past Spike asked hopefully.

“No eating people,” Buffy sighed. “You can do that when you get home.”

“How come he can eat people but I can’t?” her Spike teased.

“He can’t,” Buffy replied with a wry smile, “but that’s past Buffy’s problem to deal with. So,” she turned back to the group, “are we doing the spell or what?”

“A-Actually,” Tara said, “I’d like some time to look it over…”

“And I have to open early tomorrow morning,” Anya protested. “I can’t have people casting smelly spells here during store hours.”

“And Dawnie has school early, too!” Buffy suddenly exclaimed, looking at her watch.

Dawn rolled her eyes. “Out of it much?” she said sarcastically. “It’s Saturday.”

“Oh,” Buffy replied, and then a delighted little smile lit up her face. “That means I don’t have to go to work tomorrow!”

“It also means we have plenty of time to do the spell tomorrow evening,” Anya insisted. “So out! I’ve got to be rested to make lots of money tomorrow! Shoo, shoo!”

She batted at past Spike and Tara, forcing them into the main room. The rest of the group followed…and saw the one flaw in their plan.

“What do we do about them?” Tara gestured nervously at the three bound nerds.

“We could put them in back,” Anya suggested thoughtfully. “And if they try to escape,” she added proudly, “I can practice my old vengeance skills.”

“She spent the last millennium doing nasty, emasculating things to any guy she came across,” Xander informed them, “so I’d suggest not messing with her.”

“Still think it’d be easier if I just ate them…” past Spike sulked.

The property chastised Trio huddled in their chains fearfully and let themselves be locked up in the training room without complaint.

“And him?” Xander pointed to past Spike.

“’e’ll be comin’ with me,” present Spike replied.

“And I’ll go with,” Buffy announced immediately, then abruptly blushed now that everyone knew what her real intentions were.

“Cool!” Dawn said cheerfully. “Will can walk me home. Should we expect you not to show up tomorrow?”

“Er…” Buffy’s face was getting redder by the minute.

“’ll get her here after sundown tomorrow evenin’,” Spike caught Buffy by the shoulder and led her outside, giving Dawn a wink.

“Many happy orgasms!” Anya called out after them.

“Oh god…” Xander groaned in despair.

“Don’t worry,” Tara reassured him. “Buffy’s an adult. I’m sure she can handle this in a mature and responsible way…”

* * *

“Last one in bed’s a rotten egg!” Buffy stuck her tongue out at the two Spikes and raced her way back to his crypt, two vampires hot on her heels…

Chapter Fourteen

Buffy dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack on the vamp behind her. Sensing another imminent strike, she made a huge, headlong leap, diving down through the trapdoor and landing on the lower level with a graceful somersault. She heard someone else landing behind her and scrambled up to her feet, running over to tag the bed.

“I win!” she announced and then screeched when she was tackled from behind, a strong vampire pinning her face down onto the mattress.

“Second,” past Spike said raggedly, planting kisses all up and down the back of her neck.

Her Spike joined them a few seconds later.

“You lose,” Buffy informed him. “Again.”

“I didn’t know better, I’d think you had this all rigged, luv,” he smiled wryly, obviously not in the least concerned about this latest race.

“Who says I don’t?” she teased, halfheartedly trying to slip from past Spike’s grasp and failing miserably. “So,” she stretched languorously under him, “what do I get for winning?”

Past Spike caught hold of her wrist and guided her hand to the large bulge in the front of his pants. “First prize, pet,” he purred sensuously in her ear.

“Hmm…” she sighed, stroking him gently through the rough fabric of his jeans. “I’ve got a few guesses on what it is, but I think I’ll need to unwrap it first,” she giggled, struggling with the zipper a bit before feeling it give way beneath her fingers. He sprung out into her hand, incredible hardness surrounded by such soft, delicate skin.

“Christ, Slayer!” past Spike hissed at the feel of her hot little hand on him.

“Nice,” Buffy agreed. “I think I’d like to test it out…”

He groaned in agony and yanked her up to her knees, shoving her skirt up to her waist. For once Buffy was glad that her panties had been destroyed earlier since now nothing blocked the vampire above her from surging inside.

However, he didn’t do so immediately, instead caressing the smooth globes of her behind with his palms.

“Spike…” she whimpered.

“Such a firm, pretty, little ass,” he commented, ignoring her plea.

“Try tastin’ it, mate,” present Spike advised, lying out on the bed beside them and lighting up a cigarette.

Past Spike took his advice, planting a small kiss on her rear before flicking his tongue out to taste her salty skin.

“Delicious…” he purred.

“Spike,” Buffy’s whimpers were increasing in intensity.

“Told you so,” present Spike responded to his counterpart. “Could taste ‘er all night…”

“Me, too,” past Spike agreed.

“Spike!” Buffy cried out, desperately rubbing back against him.

“Looks like the Slayer could do with a little more, though,” present Spike shrugged and gave her a wicked smile.

“S’pose I can see some benefits to havin’ a happy Slayer ‘round,” past Spike agreed.

Buffy sighed in relief when he mounted her from behind.

“You ready for me, luv?” he teased.

Her murmurs of need increased when his hand slipped down between her thighs and tested the wetness there.

“Whaddaya think?” he held his glistening fingers up for present Spike to inspect.

He leaned forward, delicately licking them clean and making sure Buffy could see every sensual caress of his tongue. She moaned raggedly, cursing his tongue for not being on her at the moment.

“Tastes ready to me,” present Spike finally decided, returning the cigarette to his lips.

“Your lucky day, sweets,” past Spike gave her ass a quick pat before aligning himself with her sopping entrance.

She squirmed against him slightly, aroused beyond belief, but instead of thrusting hard and fast, he held her tightly in place before him. They both let out a long, low moan when he entered her, slowly but firmly.

“Feel that, Slayer?” he whispered into her ear. “Feel every inch of me?”

She nodded numbly, focusing intently on the wondrous sensation of her vaginal walls being stretched ever so slowly.

“Feels so good!” she gasped out when he’d finally pushed himself in all the way. She could feel his rough curls brushing up against her rear, tickling the delicate skin there.

Above her, past Spike let out a hiss, her inner heat searing him to that point right between pain and pleasure. He held himself in place for a while, reveling in the exquisite torture, before he began to pump in and out of her harshly.

“Oh god! Yes, Spike! Yes! So good! Harder, baby! Harder! Faster! Faster! No, slower! Yes! Just like that! More! More! Oh, right there! Yes! That’s the spot! Yes! Yes!” Her frenzied litany went on and on, her eyes squeezing shut tight at the pure ecstasy of having him within her again.

When they opened again, she saw that her Spike was watching her intently, taking in every detail of her face as it contorted in pleasure.

“Spike…” she whispered softly, looking directly into his eyes and holding out one hand to gesture for him to come closer.

He prowled over to her like a great cat, his muscles rippling under the leather duster that so cruelly hid him from her view.

“Oh god,” she whimpered when her face was mere inches from hers, the continual pounding of his past counterpart leaving her breathless.

He watched as one drop of sweat rolled down her face, pooling at the very tip of her nose. It quavered precariously, her continuous rocking threatening to shake it lose at any second. Just as it began to fall, he flicked his tongue out, catching it and the tip of her nose in the process.

She let out a deep husky moan and began ramming back into past Spike with renewed fury.

“Why clothes?” she gasped out between thrusts. “Clothes bad. No clothes.”

He gave her a sly smile and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, taking his time and prolonging her agony.

“Faster,” she instructed him. “Faster!” she demanded of past Spike.

He was angling himself deep within her now, striking against the opening to her womb and re-discovering all the tender nerves deep within her, setting them all ablaze with his coolness and strength. Her internal muscles clenched around him, holding him tight, trying to prevent him from escaping. He fought against her pulls with every stroke, plunging back deep inside to feel her desperate caress yet again.

Buffy slammed back against him, her eyes glued to the strip tease her Spike was performing for her. His shirt, finally unbuttoned, slipped from his shoulders to pool on the floor. Her mouth turned dry at the sight of his bared chest, as pure and powerful as polished ivory.

His hands moved down to his zipper now, pulling slowly downwards. He toyed with the button at his waist for a minute, enjoying every needy moan that escaped her throat, before finally opening it and letting his erection spring free.

Buffy barely noticed when he pulled his jeans down and kicked them off, she was so transfixed by his thick cock. Her eyes traced every vein, watching them pulse and throb with need. His head looked so soft and silky, and suddenly she had to feel it, had to taste it… Whereas before her mouth had been dry, now she was practically salivating.

“C’mere,” she beckoned to him, clutching at his hip when he was in range and pulling him into her mouth. She took a long, deep suck, and his hands tangled in her hair, the sound of his whimpers music to her ears. She pulled back, giving his head a light kiss and panting desperately for him.

She slowly began to suck him in and out, gradually increasing her pace until the two Spikes entered her in time with each other. They ravished her from both ends, burying themselves so deep within her that she marveled that they didn’t converge at her center.

Their thrusts were harsh, carnal, bestial, and she savored every moment of it, finally screaming out to the world as her climax crashed through her over and over and over again…

Behind her past Spike let out a loud roar when her Slayer muscles gripped him hard, pumping his milky white semen into her womb. Everything exploded around him, and he collapsed on top of her, still seeing stars.

Her Spike, meanwhile, collapsed back onto the bed in front of her when her mouth released him for her climax.

She lazily opened her eyes to see that he was still as hard as ever and hadn’t even gotten a chance to cum yet. Time to remedy that, she thought with a wicked smile.

She rolled past Spike off of her and proceeded to crawl up her Spike’s body, moving slowly and carefully so he wouldn’t notice her approach. His eyes were shut tight, and she would have almost sworn he was asleep were it not for that fact that his hand lazily toyed with the base of his erection.

“Let me do that for you,” she said coyly, pushing his hand aside and encircling him with her own.

“Oh, Buffy…” he whispered softly.

“That better?” she inquired.

“Mmm…” he murmured inarticulately.

She continued to stroke him lightly while she inched her way over him, swinging one leg over him to straddle his middle.

“You want to know how you feel?” she asked in a sultry voice. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking when I hold you just like this?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he sighed beneath her.

“The first thing I notice when I hold you is the cool,” she began in a sensual whisper. “Your skin warms to my touch, but deep down within you I can still feel your real body temperature. You feel like fire and ice at the same time, and it’s sooo good…”

“Christ, Buffy!” Spike felt himself hardening to point of torment at her words. It was so rare that she was the verbal one during sex. “Don’t stop, luv. Don’t stop…”

“And then I notice the texture of your skin,” she continued. “It’s soft, like velvet, especially right here…” She flicked her thumb over his head, eliciting yet another plea to go on. “But it’s so hard, too. You’re always so hard for me, and I can barely hold myself back from fucking you into the ground every time I feel just how hard you really are.”

“You do it to me, baby,” he hissed. “Only you.”

She gave him a catlike smile. “You’re smooth to my touch, too. But then I start to stroke you, and I discover all those little veins running through you, making you hard and pulsing. They make you rough and then smooth and then rough again. And I’ve got to just keep touching you because I don’t want to miss a second of it.”

She began to rock her hips up and down a bit, letting them brush against the tip of him on the down-stroke, but never letting him find his release in her.

“Do you know what I think about then?” she whispered.

“No,” he shook his head. “What?”

“I think about your size,” she confessed. “I think about how long you are and how thick. I put my hands around you, but they’re too small to hold you properly. And then I start to wonder how you ever manage to fit inside me, so I have to test it out.” She lowered herself onto him slowly. “And miraculously, you always do, baby. You fit me absolutely perfectly…”

He groaned and rocked his hips up against hers.

“And you feel even better once you’re inside of me,” she said between gasps. “It’s like there’s this void that’s always within me that only you can fill. And you fill me so completely. Every time I feel like I’ve never been stretched this wide before, like no one’s ever gotten this deep. You know what you feel like?” she leaned forward onto his body, changing the angle of his penetration and causing them both to groan.

“Tell me, luv,” he purred. “Tell me what I feel like…”

“You feel like…” she gasped when his hips thrust upwards, plunging him even deeper within her, “like…Heaven…”

His eyes widened at her admission, and then he reached up to tenderly stroke her hair. “Let me, Buffy,” he whispered raggedly. “Let me be Heaven for you.”

She gave him a little smile and placed a kiss on his palm, but didn’t respond.

His hands reached up to explore her now, taking his newfound duties with the utmost seriousness. His fingers trailed lightly up her arms, sliding over the fabric of her blouse and then down her sides. When he reached her waist, his fingers slipped under her waistband, exposing her stomach to him. He caressed his way up her body, his touches so feather light that they gently teased the fine hairs of her abdomen, causing her nerves to tingle in delight and little goosebumps to form.

His hands continued to move upward, pulling her blouse with him as he went. When he got to her shoulders, she obligingly slipped out of the sleeves. Together, they pulled it over her head, and he tossed it carelessly to the side.

She didn’t care though. At that moment all that mattered was the feel of his hands on her body and his cock rocking slowly in and out of her.

“Let me be Heaven to you,” he repeated, his fingers toying with the front clasp of her bra, “because you’re Heaven to me…”

Nimble fingers released the clasp, and Buffy marveled once again at how skilled he was at performing that task. Fashion designers had come up with all sorts of clever jigsaw puzzles, but Spike never had the slightest trouble solving any of them.

He cupped her pert breasts, and she thrust her chest forward into his hands, slipping her bra over her shoulders as she did so.

“Let me, Buffy,” he pleaded, flicking her nipples lightly. “Please, let me…”

She cried out at the intensity of the moment and captured his wrists, forcing them back down onto the mattress. She leaned forward, pressing her body against the full length of his, her breasts flattening and molding to his chest. She looked into his eyes for a few thrusts to emphasize their intimate union and then bent over to plunder his mouth with her own.

Their lips attacked each other desperately, parting, tongues flicking out, mouths angling constantly, slanting over each other, exploring in every way possible.

Buffy’s eyes shut tight, and she focused on projecting every emotion she had into the kiss. All her desire, happiness, confusion, sadness…everything she had she gave to him. Along with the message that she still couldn’t speak aloud: I let you. You are my Heaven now…

His hands clutched at her hips, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, their rhythm breaking at last, becoming fast and furious as they both lost control, just pounding together, hands exploring, desperate to crawl inside each other and never ever come out again…

Buffy had never experienced an orgasm like it before. Instead of the unusual dizzying climax, this one was long and gentle. Her body milked him slowly, drawing out her ecstasy and his as well. The fall was different, too. This time all she knew was deep, dark pleasure that sank inexorably into equally deep and dark sleep. Lazy contentment gradually came over her, and she whispered his name like a prayer before she was finally overcome…

Chapter Fifteen

Buffy lay back on the soft mattress comfortably for a minute, savoring the complete and utter relaxation she was feeling at that moment. It felt like she had been sleeping for hours, and she hadn’t been this well rested since she came back.

With a sigh and a yawn, she finally opened her eyes…

To see a pale foot in front of her.

She giggled a bit to herself and planted a quick kiss on the big toe. Really, he did have exceptionally sexy feet. Buffy paused to consider that last thought for a second. Feet weren’t really ‘sexy’ in her mind normally. No, this was a strange new innovation…one that made every inch of Spike irresistible to her. It was kind of scary, although ultimately very satisfying.

She leaned forward to plant another kiss on that alluring big toe of his. He murmured and twitched beneath her a bit at this, and Buffy became aware for the first time of her awkward position.

Somehow, she had gotten twisted sideways on the bed. Her feet dangled off one side of the bed, past Spike’s prone body providing the cushioning for her stomach and thighs. Her Spike had curled up with his back to her, and at some time during the morning she’d selected his thigh for her pillow. It really was something of a miracle that she didn’t have the mother of all kinks in her back. Probably had something to do with the fact that she’d been nice and limbered up when she fell asleep…

“Spike, baby,” she murmured softly, giving his toe another kiss, this time flicking her tongue over it a bit as well.

A deep purr resonated from the vampire in front of her, but she got no other response.

“Wake up, Spikey,” she teased, taking his toe into her mouth and sucking on it for a bit. “I wanna play…” She began planting slow kisses up his foot to his ankle.

He groaned slightly when her tongue found the inside of his ankle, and she continued to toy with the soft flesh there.

“C’mon,” she swatted his ass lightly. “Rise and shine.”

Still he lay there half-asleep.

Buffy pouted and bit her lower lip for a while, before a little light went on behind her eyes, and an evil grin spread across her features. She returned to her previous resting-place and this explored in the other direction. Her arm looped over his hip and found its target almost instantly.

He was half hard already, even in sleep, and Buffy gave him a long, slow caress, her hand encircling his tip and then expanding to compensate for his girth when she moved downwards. He grew right into her hand. It was actually kind of an interesting sensation for her. He was already hard and ready to go whenever she started touching him, so she’d never really felt the change occur in his member before.

“Wow…” she commented breathlessly when the veins began to pulse within him and the swelling opened her gentle grasp wider. She scootched up to watch, mesmerized by his remarkable transformation.

“Enjoyin’ the view, luv?” a lazy voice asked.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded numbly as he blossomed up to the size she was most familiar with. “How does it… I mean, how do you…er…” Her face turned a bit red at her naiveté.

“Blood,” he answered, rolling over beneath her so that he lay on his back. “’S always the blood,” he gave her a little smile. “Thought you’d learned that by now.”

Buffy’s face was now less than a foot away from his rising erection. She rested her head against the insides of his thighs and watched. It continued to harden within her hand, and ever so slowly a drop of precum escaped the slit at the very end of his length.

“I want you,” Buffy whispered softly.

“Shouldn’t have too much difficulty seein’ that I want you too, pet,” he moaned slightly when her thumb caught up the drop of liquid her strokes had brought forth.

She brought her finger to her lips and slowly tasted the salty fluid there. “Want you hard. Now.”

“’m yours,” Spike agreed, watching her crawl up his body with a predatory grace.

“Mine,” she sighed before impaling herself upon him.

They both gasped at the feel of their union before Buffy began riding him in earnest. Their hips ground together at the force of their thrusts as he pierced her core over and over again. Buffy angled her body forward, arching her back so that her clit pressed into his dark curls with every thrust. Her head flew back in ecstasy when his hand found her breasts, flicking roughly at the pebbles there.

Spike intently watched the site of their joining, the sight of her body swallowing him up to the hilt still miraculous to him. He watched his cock penetrate her over and over again, each time experiencing more exquisite pleasure than ever before. His eyes closed when the fire within him burned to the point of consuming him. And even then, she assaulted all his senses. The sound of her moans and the liquid suction every time she took him inside bringing about his screaming orgasm just as much as the feel of her internal muscles.

“God, Spike!” Buffy collapsed on top of him, panting heavily from her exertion. “So good,” she gasped breathlessly, looking deep into his eyes.

“Beyond good,” he agreed, his own unnecessary breathing erratic, “fan-fucking-tastic…”

“Literally,” she gave him a sly smile.

“Hmmm…” he muttered happily, brushing her sweat-soaked hair off of her forehead.

“Quite a show you two put on,” past Spike commented, watching them from his now-awake position against the headboard. “Get a bloke all riled up…”

Buffy gave her Spike a quick peck on the lips before getting up and leaping at past Spike. He caught her wrists firmly, but she managed to wrestle him beneath her with her thighs.

“Always liked a woman with good, strong thighs,” he gave her an appraising leer.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Oh, Spike me!” she retorted.

His leer turned into a wide grin. “My pleasure, luv,” he purred.

Their hips completed their thrusts at the same time, forcing him hard and deep inside her.

“Oh, yeah…” he moaned. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me good…”

She impaled herself over and over upon him, her hips moving in wild, frenzied abandon. Her breasts bounced up and down with the power of their mutual thrusts, and soon she was crying out and screaming for more.

His hands clutched at her hips, increasing the force of his penetration, pushing himself even deeper inside her. The heat…oh, the heat! It was practically unbearable. He felt certain he would spontaneously dust at any moment, even though it was him staking her…

“More, Spike!” she cried out. “More, Spike! More! More! More Spike!” Her screams intensified, and soon she was no longer commanding him, Spike, for more, but rather more Spike became her demand. It was what she wanted, what she needed, what she craved: always more Spike…

The pure, unmitigated lust in her eyes brought his demon surging to the forefront. The grasping fingers at her hips became claws, cutting into her flesh, bringing forth blood and pain and sweet, sweet pleasure…

She stared down into those yellow, predatory eyes. They were the eyes of death and destruction - a demon’s eyes pure and simple - but never for her…never ever for her. She reached a hand down to stroke the ridges of his forehead. This was everything she hated about him…or everything she should hate at the very least. But for some reason, she couldn’t, she didn’t. Instead, all she saw there was the unfettered, primal beauty of him.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered raggedly, plunging herself down deep upon him once last time.

They both screamed their joy out to the world at the same time. Her insides quivered and spasmed around him in carnal delight, and everything about her spun and blurred, causing her to collapse down on him due to the dizziness.

He let her pump him for all he was worth, his seed flooding inside of her, mingling with her own juices deep within her womb.

“Buffy…” he gasped in disbelief when she rose up upon him once again.

“More,” she insisted, turning her eyes back to the vampire she had left behind.

He was watching the two of them intently, cigarette between his lips.

“Want you,” her voice was low and husky and almost animalistic in its desires.

He barely had time to let out a protest before she was back on top of him. Annoyed at the interruption, she plucked the cigarette from his lips and handed it to past Spike before plundering her Spike’s lips with her own.

She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth right as she once again lowered herself onto his stiff cock. He gasped against her mouth, his tongue twining with hers, as she slowly began to ride him.

Her hands clutched at his wrists, pinning them firmly to the bed on either side of his head. She began to moan softly into his mouth as she picked up her pace, and his hips rose to meet hers.

Once again, the overwhelming lust overcame her, and soon she slid him in and out of her with desperate intensity, never able to drink her fill of him.

“Buffy!” he cried out when she finally broke their kiss to breathe. “Cor, Buffy! Love you so much!”

“Want me?” she gave him a catlike smile. “Want me,” gasp, “to be,” groan, “yours?”

“Yes,” he cried hoarsely.

“Say it,” she ordered. “Say it…” she sighed when his cock pierced that sweet spot deep within her.

“Mine,” he sighed as well when he realized what she was offering him. “You’re mine!”

“Yours,” she moaned in agreement, baring her throat to him.

His bite was gentle, loving. All she felt was the intense pleasure of Spike inside her twice.

“Mmm…double Spike me…” she giggled slightly, the heady rush of pleasure making her a bit loopy.

She came hard once again, squeezing him with enough strength to crush an ordinary man. Fortunately, he was no ordinary man, and her body brought him ecstasy instead of pain.

“I love you, Buffy,” he murmured into her ear, releasing her throat and spurting the last of his semen within her. “I love you…”

“And I’m yours,” she agreed softly, enjoying the feel of him nuzzling her increasingly sensitive neck.

“I know,” he whispered, catching her chin and turning it so that she looked directly into the sapphirine depths of his eyes. “I know…” His gaze seemed to pierce her very soul.

She held it for a short while before slipping gently from his arms, the emotion of the moment still a bit too intense for her to deal with right now.

“Aha!” she spotted past Spike putting out another cigarette in the ashtray by the side of the bed. “Fresh meat…”

This time he was prepared for her attack, and they fell together to the bed in a mass of tangled limbs. Buffy managed to shove him off of her, but before she could tackle him, he’d shoved her onto her back. They rolled over and over, each trying to get the upper hand and each failing when their momentum sent them back rolling onto the bottom.

There was a simultaneous yelp when they finally went over the bed and crashed down onto the floor.

However, it was at this moment that Buffy’s past experience in the collapsing building worked to her advantage. With Slayer coordination, she managed to land so that she was straddling past Spike’s hips, her channel perfectly aligned with his hardened member.

The momentum of her fall brought her down on him hard and fast, impaling herself deep on his cock. The agonizing intensity of his penetration nearly made her lose consciousness, whether due to pain or pleasure she really couldn’t say.

His hips bucked up feverishly, his length piercing her again and again before she fully came back to herself.

Finally, she joined her thrusts to his, once again setting the rhythm of their mating.

“Christ, Slayer!” he screamed when she roughly twisted at his nipples, the pain contrasting strikingly of the exquisite ecstasy of her soft, moist inner walls.

“Bite me,” she ordered, baring her throat to him.

He plunged his fangs in without hesitation, sharp and fierce in his assault.

Buffy felt the world fading around her, the excruciating tension that was building within her finally dissipating. She screamed and screamed and screamed, lights flashing before her eyes and explosions ringing in her ears.

Beneath her, the taste of fresh, warm Slayer blood was too much for past Spike to handle and he came hard inside her, his fangs still buried deep in her flesh.

He only stopped because his head was yanked roughly away.

“Watch it, mate,” he heard his future self growl possessively.

He blearily opened his eyes and nodded, back in control of his demon now that the moment of orgasm had passed.

His future incarnation let him go and turned his attention to the woman he was in love with. He carefully caught her up in his arms and lifted her back up onto the bed.

Groaning, past Spike managed to crawl up onto the mattress, too. “She out?” he asked, collapsing against the pillows.

Present Spike nodded, cradling her body against his chest and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Wore herself right out,” he said, smiling slightly.

“Nearly took me out with her, too,” past Spike shrugged and grabbed another cigarette.

“Buffy-luv,” present Spike whispered to her softly, rubbing circles in her back and shoulders to loosen her up.

“Hmmm?” Buffy mumbled dreamily.

“You all right, pet?” He fingered the latest bite mark on her neck gingerly. Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t as serious as it had appeared.

“I feel spectacular,” she said, suddenly fully awake, and stretched catlike in his arms.

“What was all that about then, kitten?” he asked her, pointing back and forth to himself and his past counterpart.

“Dunno,” she shook her head slightly. “Just needed hard and fast over and over and over again… Nice thing about having two of you,” she smiled slightly, her fingers playing lightly with the smooth skin on her Spike’s chest, “absolutely no waiting.”

“When’ve I ever left you waitin’?” her Spike said aghast, his manhood obviously seriously threatened by her comment.

“Well, there was that one time back in the abandoned building,” she teased him lightly. “Between the ninth and the tenth…or was it the tenth and the eleventh?” Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember.

“Humph.” Her Spike abruptly released her, arms folded across his chest.

“Oh, c’mon,” her tone abruptly turned soft, and she wrapped her fingers around his forearm, pulling him back to her. “Once I had to wait all of twenty seconds,” she gave his brow a quick kiss. “Definitely not complaining about your ability to satisfy me…”

“Then why-?” he began.

Buffy shrugged. “I think I was in heat for you or something.” She leaned back and caught past Spike by the wrist, pulling him up to spoon behind her. “I needed you both so badly,” she whispered, her eyes closing when they each began to pepper light kisses across her burning skin.

“Past tense?” her Spike inquired.

“I need you both,” she corrected herself.

The Spike behind her slipped his hands around her breasts, cupping them lightly and kneading the flesh there.

Her Spike’s hands tangled in her hair before he pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Their tongues explored gently, both taking their time and drawing out the other’s pleasure.

It was with a gasp for air that Buffy finally pulled away.

“Think I’m back to myself now,” she said a bit shakily, still reeling from Spike’s kiss.

“That was quite impressive actually,” past Spike said, nipping at her shoulder blades. “Took us…what? Four times? In less than half an hour.”

“Was time is it?” Buffy demanded, propping herself up on one elbow to look at the clock.

“Only noon,” her Spike pulled her back down into the Buffy sandwich. “We’ve still got all afternoon…”

“Dawn-”

“Told the Nibblet where you’d be,” he reminded her. “No more excuses…”

“No excuses,” she agreed softly, her hand cupping his cheek lightly. Her thumb lazily traced the razor-sharp edge of one of his cheekbones. “Pretty vampire,” she cooed softly.

“’d prefer ‘handsome’, or maybe ‘attractive’,” he joked. “ ‘Pretty’s a bit effeminate, innit?”

“Pretty,” Buffy repeated, her tongue repeating the path her thumb had just made. She giggled slightly and pulled back.

“What?” her Spike raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

“Four times in half an hour, huh?” she turned to ask past Spike.

He nodded and returned to the important task of covering every inch of her back with his tongue.

“I could be quite the little gang-banger if I wanted to,” she giggled again.

“’Cept they’re only two of us,” her Spike retorted.

“Mmm…” she closed her eyes, “entire gang of Spikes…”

“Oy, now!” her Spike protested.

“Enough o’ that!” past Spike agreed.

She opened her eyes and laughed at the outraged expressions on their faces.

“What?” past Spike demanded. “Two of us not enough for you?”

“I guess,” Buffy smiled, “but I think I’m ready for you two to convince me again…”

Chapter Sixteen

Twin erections once again ground into her at the same time, and as she was being lifted up into past Spike’s arms she blearily thought that life could never ever get any better than this.

“Whatcha doin’?” Buffy asked lazily, watching her Spike come up before her.

“This’ll take a bit of maneuvering, luv,” he gave her a wink, “but it should be more than worth it…”

Buffy looked down at the long, thick shaft before her and couldn’t help but agree.

“OK, pet,” her Spike said once he had knelt before her, his legs splayed, “jus’ wrap your legs around me.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Past Spike dropped her unceremoniously down in her Spike’s lap, and her limbs snaked around him, holding him tight. His arms held her to him, and he inched the two of them backwards so that his back rested against the headboard.

Buffy squirmed slightly in his lap, the feel of the long, cool, marble column poking lightly at her opening too much to bear.

“Just a second,” her Spike said, settling himself down into a more comfortable position.

Past Spike distracted her in the meantime, his hands fondling her breasts roughly and his tongue tracing her spine.

She was practically whimpering in need by the time her Spike caught her by the hips and pulled her down onto him with agonizing slowness. Her inner muscles clenched at him desperately, a little orgasm passing through her just at this beginning of their love making.

“Shh, I got you, pet,” he whispered into her, stroking her hair and biting back his own release. He had to make this one last as long as he could.

“You feel so good inside me,” Buffy murmured softly, nuzzling her head against his shoulder.

“You’ll feel even better in a minute,” he assured her, rocking his hips slowly and burying himself all the way inside.

Soft little mewling noises escaped her mouth, and her limbs wrapped around him more tightly.

Spike shut his eyes, steeling himself up against the inner heat of her. He felt as though she had completely enveloped him, surrounding him with her soft skin, her strength, her heartbeat, her scent… Oh, her scent! His nostrils flared, assaulted by vanilla and almonds and sweat and arousal and just plain Buffy.

She reached up with one hand and gently massaged his temples, smoothing away the creases of concentration on his forehead and relaxing him.

His eyes still closed, he gave her a little smile and noted that she had now fully stretched to accommodate him comfortably.

“Ready?” past Spike watched the two of them begin breathing slowly in time with each other.

“Ready,” present Spike opened his eyes and turned Buffy’s chin to look at him. “Jus’ like before, luv,” he soothed her.

She let out a little gasp when she felt past Spike lubricating her rear entrance and expanding it slowly with his fingers.

“Relax, baby,” her Spike stroked her cheek tenderly. “’S all about you, pet. We’re gonna make you feel so good…”

Her gaze met his, and she stared directly into his eyes even as past Spike pushed his way deep inside her, forcing his way past her tight muscles. She let out a hiss when she thought that she couldn’t take anymore, and past Spike stopped immediately at a warning gesture from his future counterpart.

“OK?” her Spike asked.

“Better,” she nodded when her muscles slackened and the pain vanished.

Behind her past Spike pushed the rest of the way in.

“Oh god!” Buffy cried out, feeling them both so deep within her.

Past Spike let out a little grunt and bit at her shoulder with blunt teeth.

“Ready, baby?” her Spike asked.

“Ready,” she nodded, the blinding lust returning to her eyes.

And then all coherent thought left her mind as they both began thrusting inside of her, slowly at first, giving her time once again to adjust before they picked up a feverish pace.

Past Spike pounded her right into her Spike, who in turn smashed back hard against the headboard of the bed. Later, she would commend his foresight in propping them all up against such a solid object. But right now all she wanted to think about were the lean male bodies that pressed into her from all sides and their thick cocks surging inside her.

“Oh god!” she cried out in ecstasy. “I can feel you both inside me…so good…” Her arms wrapped around her Spike’s neck, and she drove herself further down onto him. “Can you,” gasp, “feel,” gasp, “each other?” she asked curiously.

“Mmm-hmm,” her Spike nuzzled into her throat.

“’Course,” past Spike agreed. “Can’t you feel it? How little there is between us?”

“Uh-huh,” Buffy nodded, speeding up the motions of her hips and driving them both deeper than ever before. “Feels like I’m completely filled…” She let out a little moan. “What do you feel?”

“You, luv,” her Spike whispered. “Always you…”

“Soft an’ wet an’ hot,” past Spike was panting unnecessarily behind her. “Christ, Slayer!” he screamed when her muscles suddenly clenched at him with superhuman strength.

A satisfied little smile crossed Buffy’s lips as she screamed out her pleasure to the world, taking her two vampires with her. She was definitely getting the hang of controlling both their bodies at once, and this fact sent extra little waves of feminine pleasure through her.

“Oh, yes!” she exclaimed when twin jets of chilled seed flooded into her at once, quenching the raging fire within. “Cool…good…” she whispered incoherently.

In a huge, tangled mass of limbs they fell sideways onto the mattress.

“What…next?” Buffy demanded between gasps.

“Voracious,” past Spike said in disbelief.

“Insatiable,” her Spike agreed.

“Well?” Buffy squirmed between them, searching out their twin members with exploring hands. “Seems such a shame,” she teased, encircling each of them, “to have two such able vampires and not to take advantage of them…”

Both their eyes squeezed shut in time with her hands.

“So,” Buffy continued her exquisite torment, “what are you two going to do about it?”

“Blindfold?” her Spike queried.

“Blindfold,” past Spike agreed, reluctantly pulling away to acquire the necessary items…

* * *

“Psst!”

“Shh!”

“Psst!”

“Shh! They’ll hear us!” Andrew whispered worriedly.

“They’re not going to hear us,” Warren whispered right back. “They’re busy worrying about the customers up front.”

“Vamp hearing,” Jonathan pointed out, “so shh!”

Warren rolled his eyes. “There are no vampires here,” he retorted in a sarcastic whisper. “Daylight, remember?”

“Oh, hey…yeah…” Jonathan said aloud.

“Shh!” both Warren and Andrew hissed at the same time.

“Low voices,” Warren warned him. “The others could still be right out there.”

“So, what are we whispering about?” Andrew asked.

“What do you think we’re whispering about?!” Warren hissed. “We have to get out of here!”

“B-But we can’t,” Jonathan stuttered. “You heard them. Anya will…” he gulped “…emasculate us if we try.”

“Or Willow will turn us into a newt,” Andrew added. “Or Spike will eat us! Or both Spikes will eat us!”

“Or the Slayer could kick our asses,” Jonathan shuttered.

They both paused for a minute.

“Emasculation the worst,” they both decided in perfect unison.

“Not like you two would notice the difference anyway,” Warren said in annoyance.

“Hey!” Andrew and Jonathan both protested loudly.

“Shh!” Warren reminded them.

“Oh yeah…” Andrew said, shutting his mouth immediately.

Jonathan was still giving Warren an angry and intimidating - at least for him - glare.

Warren sighed in frustration. “Look,” he began, still keeping his voice quiet, “we’re tied up in the back room. There’s a door right behind us that leads to the alley. No one’s guarding us. All we have to do is slip outside, and we’re home free.”

“Oh!” Andrew said in sudden realization. “Good plan!”

“Except for the fact that we’re all chained up,” Jonathan added sarcastically.

“We’re all chained together,” Warren pointed out. “If we all get up at the same time…”

“Oh! Like that episode of ‘Enterprise’!” Andrew said excitedly. “Where Archer’s face lands right on T’Pol’s tits…”

“Mmm…T’Pol’s tits…” all three said in unison, drool escaping the corners of their mouths.

There was a significant period of time before anyone spoke again.

“Except for the fact that we wouldn’t get to fall on T’Pol’s tits ‘cause she’s not here,” Andrew finally added.

“Mmm… T’Pol’s tits…” the mantra repeated.

Another minute passed.

Two.

Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.

Up front, Anya badgered a prudish old couple into buying a fertility statue that would have made Spike blush. She took their money with a bright smile, and they practically fled from the store, desperate to dispose of the embarrassing object as soon as possible.

In the basement, Dawn accidentally opened a jar of Kelok Demon bile and grabbed her nose in disgust. The jar unfortunately fell from her hands as she did so. She managed to leap back in time to avoid the greenish liquid, but it splattered all over the floor. Her young and inventive mind came up with several creative ways to avoid having to clean up the mess herself before she settled on the one that never failed: puppy dog eyes.

At his construction site, Xander continued his ever-important job of sitting lazily with the other guys on the job and trying to look surly and manly. Orange coveralls, hardhats, and casual poses leaning against various construction equipment shouted out their message loud and clear: we are men, hear us grunt.

In a small coffee shop, Willow and Tara were having their first hesitant conversation in months. The reunion was only slightly disturbed by the pack of hellhounds that ran through, howling and snapping at each other happily. After all, this was the hellmouth. Such occurrences were of the ordinary.

And in a crypt in Sunnydale Cemetery, Buffy was busy doing something very naughty to two Spikes at once, which - if the nerds knew about it - would give them many, many ideas for extending their Trekker fantasies out even longer.

However, to the Troika, this was still a moment to be savored as one of the most erotic of their existences. Apparently, they hadn’t discovered the Star Trek dating service yet.

“Oh baby…” Warren said, finally coming back to reality slowly.

“Yeah…” Andrew agreed dazedly.

“So, er…what were we talking about?” Jonathan shook his head slightly.

“T’Pol-” Andrew was cut off abruptly by Warren before the vicious cycle could start anew.

“How to get out off here,” Warren hastily spoke up.

“So, we should all get up on the count of three?” Andrew asked.

“There’s another problem,” Jonathan pointed out. “All the chains are tangled through the pommel horse.”

“We could carry it with us,” Andrew suggested.

“And no one would notice three guys chained together, dragging a pommel horse with them down main street,” Jonathan said sarcastically. Then he paused, remembering that this was Sunnydale after all and that this probably wouldn’t be anywhere near the strangest occurrence of the day. “All right then,” he finally nodded. “Let’s try it.”

“OK, on three,” Warren said. “One…two…two and a half…”

Andrew and Jonathan both made false lunges and gave Warren angry glares when they promptly fell back down on their asses.

“Haha, gotcha!” Warren giggled to himself.

“That’s it,” Jonathan rolled his eyes. “I’m saying it: one…two…three!”

Miraculously they all managed to stand up in unison.

“Hey, we did it!” Andrew cheered. “We are so cool.”

“Shh!” Warren and Jonathan reminded him simultaneously.

They stood there frozen for a few seconds, waiting to see if they’d been heard.

“Let’s go,” Warren whispered.

They all shuffled slowly over to the door, trying not to rattle the chains or let the pommel horse screech too loudly against the floor. Unfortunately, they were only half successful.

Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, SQUEEEEEEEEEEK! Nervous pause. Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, SQUEEEEEEEEEEK!

“Doorknob,” Warren hissed.

“Trying,” Andrew said, putting his back against the door and searching for the knob with his hand. “Got it-whoa!” he cried out when the door gave way behind him. He flailed, knocking out both Warren and Jonathan’s legs, and they all fell into a heap in the alley.

“You idiot!” Warren yelled, scrambling to get back up.

“Oops,” Andrew laughed nervously.

“Shh!” Jonathan repeated.

They all remained silent for a minute.

“I don’t think they heard us,” Warren giggled giddily after a while.

“We totally escaped,” Andrew agreed.

“We’re, like, better than James Bond,” Jonathan added.

“Let’s go,” Warren said. “We still have important things to do - evil, diabolical things…”

“Like watching the ‘Doctor Who?’ marathon on the Sci-fi channel,” Andrew agreed enthusiastically.

“Gentlemen, let us make our dramatic retreat for this time,” Warren announced.

Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, SQUEEEEEEEEEEK! Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, SQUEEEEEEEEEEK! Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, SQUEEEEEEEEEEK!…

* * *

Buffy strained her ears, trying to figure out what the two Spikes were whispering about. Of course, she couldn’t see anything due to the black silk scarf that had been wrapped around her eyes, but her Slayer senses still screamed to her of the location of the two powerful demons…

Fortunately, she’d gotten to the point where their distinctive signatures sent waves of desire through her rather than killer instinct. Maybe the Slayer within had finally realized that the only way she was ever was going to kill a Spike was by fucking him to death.

She giggled a bit at the idea, still sitting at the edge of the bed, her feet dangling over the side.

She sensed the two of them move to either side of her and prepared herself for their assault. She still wasn’t quite sure what they had in mind. Usually, blindfolds accompanied things like handcuffs, but they’d left her completely unfettered. Whatever their game was, she was sure she’d enjoy it…

Abruptly, a vampire settled on either side of her, each taking one of her hands.

“’Ere’s how the game goes,” one of them said as they pulled her back all the way onto the bed. “We touch you-”

“I like,” Buffy smiled seductively.

A chuckle. “Figured that’d be your favorite part, pet…”

OK, so that had been her Spike. Only where was he now? The two vamps seemed to be constantly shifting around her so that her Slayer senses couldn’t identify which was which.

“Think she’s figured it out,” a husky voice said into her ear, trickling talented fingers down her throat. “You try to figure out which is which,” he clarified for her, brushing her hair to the side and kissing the nape of her neck.

“Easy,” she said, her body tingling at his touch. “You’re past Spike.”

The instant she said it he was gone.

“Very good, Slayer,” a voice said near her breast before she felt a cool tongue flick out at her swollen nipple.

“My Spike,” she hissed in pleasure, feeling that familiar shiver that went all the way down to her bones at his touch and only his touch.

“She’s good at this,” one Spike commented.

“Guess we’ll jus’ have to make it harder for her…” another purred into her ear.

His tongue flicked her lobe just as the hand of the other vampire gave her clit a slight twist.

“Oh god!” she moaned.

“Was that her guess?” one of them teased.

“Wrong on both counts,” the one at her ear was smiling.

“You,” she said, catching her hand in his hair and twirling it lightly about her fingers. “My Spike. You,” the other vampire was still in her lap, gently licking at the insides of her thighs, “past.”

“Still a perfect score.” They both backed off at the same time.

“What do I get if I win?” she teased.

“Oh, we’ve had plenty of time to come up with prizes,” a firm chest pressed against her back, pulling her into a strong embrace.

“Past Spike,” she informed him before his mouth lowered to plunder hers. She finally broke away from the kiss panting, and his touch abruptly evaded her once again.

“Well?” a vampire suddenly slid up her side, his hard cock poking into her thigh and his head resting on her shoulder while he kissed and licked at the bite marks on her throat.

It was all too clear exactly which marks tingled the most at his caresses. “My wittle Spikey,” she teased.

“Humph.”

She giggled slightly at his offended tone but whimpered when he left her side.

“How ‘bout now?” A gentle caress to her ankle, fingers just barely teasing her sensitive skin.

It took her lust-addled mind a second to process his question. Her powers of concentration were fading quickly, and she frowned for a second before she could finally focus enough to discover the answer.

“Mine,” she whispered softly.

“She’s very good…” a lazy British accent drawled somewhere behind her.

“Let’s give ‘er the final exam then, ‘ey mate?”

And with that, there was one on either side of her, their long, cool members slipping back into her hands as if they had been made specifically for her. Her body was peppered all over with kisses, and she struggled to keep anything resembling coherent thought while her hands stroked them both up and down slowly.

Unfortunately, the only thing coming to her was: fuck vampires now!

“C’mon, pet,” one of them purred into her ear. “Jus’ get this last one right, an’ you’ll get a big reward.” He thrust into her hand in time with the word ‘big’ to give her a bit of a sneak preview.

“You’re,” she turned to face him through the blindfold. “You’re…past,” pure instinct finally blurted out the answer for her. “You’re mine,” she turned to the other vampire that was curled up around her.

“Yours,” he agreed softly. “You win, luv.”

“Oh goodie,” she sighed contently. “So, what I get…?”

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