The Evil Inside-chapter 16

"Spike, you're. . ." Whatever Buffy was about to say was cut off by Spike's savage kiss. He pinned her against the door, as his tongue plundered her mouth. He quickly ripped away her shirt, filling his cool hands with her breasts and kneading them roughly. His long fingers pinched and teased her nipples until she was quivering and moaning, her nails digging into the hard flesh of his arms. Breaking away from her mouth, his teeth, lips and tongue blazed a trail of cold fire down her throat to the soft mounds of her breasts. As his lips closed over the first nipple, all Buffy could do was hold on as Spike laid claim to her body.

Her breath was coming in heaving gasps, as the sensations he was invoking crashed over her, making her shudder with the intensity.

Spike switched his attention to her other breast as his fingers traveled to the band of her sweat pants. Yanking them down, he pulled them from her feet, and tossed them behind him. Pulling her legs over his shoulders, he cupped his hands over her ass to hold her up. His mouth continued it journey from her breast, nipping gently along her stomach, heading purposefully to her core.

"Oh, God." Buffy moaned as his tongue invaded her folds. Her fingers buried themselves into his hair, pushing him closer to her heat. He drank her juices greedily, lapping and sucking everything she offered, before sliding his tongue deep inside her. Buffy bucked against him, her head thrashing as incoherent words tumbled from her lips. He brought his thumb to her clit, teasing it as he continued to tongue fuck her. Buffy shrieked as she came, her fingers tensing in his hair as she rode the waves.

Spike released her and caught her as she started to slide down the door. Trapping her between it and his body , he crashed his mouth against hers, sliding his tongue across hers in a sensual rhythm. Buffy tasted herself on him and felt her arousal sky rocket once more.

Spike yanked the buttons of his jeans open, pushing them down enough to free his erection. Gripping her ass once again, he lifted her up and plunged himself deep within her tight channel, shocking them both with the sensation of hot sheathing cold. Burying his face in her neck, he began to move, his strokes long and hard. His pelvis hit her clit with each thrust, making her dizzy with the onslaught of sensation. His named spilled from her lips almost like a prayer, as she felt her second orgasm begin to crash over her. Spike shifted into game face and buried his fangs n her throat.

"SPIIIKE!" She screamed, as the sting of his fangs entering her flesh tipped her over the edge of oblivion. The combination of the taste of her blood and her vaginal muscles clamping around him sent Spike over the edge. Growling deep in his chest, he slammed into her as deep as he could, his cock shooting his seed deep within her.

Panting heavily, they both slid bonelessly to the floor.

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A/N-Sorry it took so long for this chapter. The evil computer Gods decided to corrupt my modem line. That happened Monday. So I had to wait until yesterday afternoon for the evil telephone repair man to coma and fix it. Anyway. Enjoy.

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The Evil Inside-chapter 17

All eyes turned to the stairs as Buffy's scream echoed throughout the house. Angel's own demon reacted to the primalness of the sound, and he wished fervently that he had given in when Cordelia had wanted to tag along. Thinking of his mate, Angel pulled out his cell phone and moved into the kitchen to call her. Maybe she could make it down tonight, was his thought as he dialed the number.

"Er, may. . .maybe we should give them some, ah, privacy." Giles stammered, frantically polishing his glasses. Dawn bit back a laugh at his discomfort, then went to get her jacket.

"I have to meet Scott anyway. See ya later." she said, breezing out the door. Xander and Anya left next, followed closely by Giles. Tara found herself alone in the living room. Glancing around, she didn't see Willow any where. Walking into the kitchen, she saw Angel leaning against the counter, talking softly on his phone. But still no Willow. She was pretty sure that the witch wouldn't go upstairs, so that left outside.

Stepping out into the early evening, Tara found Willow in the small courtyard outside of Giles' apartment. She was sitting on a bench, her legs drawn up next to her, a faraway look on her face.

"Willow?" Tara called softly, settling next to her on the bench. Willow looked over at her, and offered her a shaky smile. "What's wrong, Sweety?"

"Just thinkin'." The red head answered, shrugging one slender shoulder.

"About what?" Tara already knew, but she wouldn't push.

"What happened last night." Willow's eyes met Tara's briefly, before turning to stare into the fading day. The blonde waited, knowing she would continue. She didn't have to wait long. "You know, it took hours for Spike to succumb to the power of that place. Hours. We weren't even there ten minutes before. . ." Willow paused, her throat closing with the force of the emotion she was feeling.

"And you think that makes you more evil than a soulless demon?" Tara prodded gently, tucking an errant strand of Willow's hair behind her ear.

"Yes. . .no. . .I don't know. Is there something in me that's darker than him? Is my aura black? My spirit tainted?" She brought her knee up and rested her elbow on it, wiping her tears away.

"No, honey. Nothing like that. Over the years, you've opened yourself up to some pretty dangerous magic. It's left you vulnerable to some of the nastier things that are out there." Tara said, grasping Willow's hand. Willow felt somewhat comforted by her words, but not entirely convinced. If only she could be sure it was that simple. She loved Tara above all things, and the fact that she had tried to kill her. . .made Willow afraid of who she really was inside.

"I love you." Willow said, earnestly, drawing Tara towards her for a sweet kiss. Tara smiled when she pulled back.

"I love you, too. What happened wasn't your fault. Please don't beat yourself up over it. It's over." Tara wrapped her arms around Willow, pulling her down until her red head rested on the blondes shoulder.

Sighing, Willow released her fear and let her girlfriends soothing embrace chase the last of her doubts away.

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The Evil Inside-chapter 18

"Spike?" Buffy called groggily. She had been moved to the bed, the sheet draped lightly across her body.

"Over here, Pet." came the weary reply. Turning towards the sound of his voice, Buffy sat up. He was standing by the now pried open window, one hand braced against the wall. They had nailed it shut when they had first put Spike in the room. He was staring out into the early evening, smoking a cigarette.

*Must have found his duster.* Buffy thought, turning so she could see him more clearly. She could almost feel the tension rolling off of him as he took another drag. Standing, Buffy pulled the sheet with her, wrapping it around her as she walked to him.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly, pressing a warm hand against his bare back. He was clad in only his jeans, and the light from the open window cast his pale body in shadow. His muscles rippled under her hand as she slid it across his cool skin. He was so beautiful. Sleek and powerful, like a cat.

"Buffy," Spike started, his voice thick and rusty from emotion and lack of use. Clearing his throat, he tossed the remnants of his cigarette out into the cool night. Breathing deep, albeit unnecessarily, he turned to face her. Spike looked down at the beauty standing before him, and felt his unbeating heart clench in his chest. Her hazel eyes were wide and luminous, her blonde hair hanging in tousled waves around her shoulders. Her kissed bruised lips were slightly parted, and her tan skin was still flushed from their earlier passion. "So beautiful." he whispered, raising his hand to cup her cheek.

"You're not so bad yourself." Buffy teased, hoping to chase the look of sorrow away. She was rewarded with a slight quirk of his lips that didn't quite bloom into a smile.

"I don't see how you can even look at me." He said, letting his hand fall away.

"Why?"

"Because of what happened. In the house, and just now."

"Don't you dare apologize for just happened between us, William, or I *will* stake you." Buffy said, glaring at him. His scarred eyebrow raised at the use of his real name.

"It wasn't exactly the way I pictured our first time, pet."

"It was perfect." She insisted, touching a finger to his lips. Spike captured her hand, and pressed her fingers against his mouth.

"I never meant to hurt you." Spike ran his other hand through his hair, his blue eyes clouded with pain.

"You didn't." He traced a finger over her bite mark, silently saying he didn't believe her. Reaching up, she grasped his hand and pressed it against her throat, letting him feel her strong pulse. Then she took it and pressed it over her heart. "You see, you didn't hurt me."

"I almost did. If Dawn and Giles hadn't shown up. . ." he stopped, not wanting to finish the thought.

"I don't think you would have killed me." Spike's eyes widened, stunned. He remembered what had happened, almost too clearly. His demon had most certainly wanted to kill her.

"How can you say that, luv?"

"Do demons usually claim their food?" she asked. He just blinked at her, clearly not getting her meaning. Rolling her eyes, she tried again. "Before you pulled me in here, Angel explained that you only recognized the two of us. Him, for obvious reasons. And me, as your mate. Now, as I understand it, the only way a vampire can claim a mate is with a bite. And the first time you bit me was in the house. Now, I ask again, do demons usually claim their food?"

"Buffy, I'd always recognize you as my mate." Spike said. Buffy felt her heart melt at his words, but she hadn't gotten her answer.

"That's not an answer."

"No, they don't. But I still could have killed you, despite the claim. Especially if it isn't completed." Spike replied, sighing heavily.

"I know that. But I still don't think that you would have hurt me. Your demon claimed me. The part that was in control. Marking me as his. Yours. Now, I might be wrong, and I really don't care if I am. That's what I believe." She continued to hold his hand over her heart, the beat steady and strong against his palm. "I love you, Spike."

Her words weakened his knees, and he sunk to the floor in front of her. Pressing his face against her stomach, Spike banded his arms tightly around her, holding her close as he crumbled. Running her fingers through his hair, she whispered quiet words of comfort to him as he sobbed out the horror of the last several days. Buffy allowed her own tears to fall as they clung onto each other, afraid that if they let go, the other person would disappear.

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The Evil Inside-chapter 19

A short time later, Spike calmed, then pulled Buffy down on her knees in front of him. Framing her face with his hands, his thumbs traced the delicate lines of her cheeks, wiping the lingering moisture away. Staring deeply into her eyes, he finally uttered the words he hadn't dared say in over five long years.

"I love you , Buffy. I know I don't deserve you. I can't even begin to list the reasons why it's wrong. But I love you with everything I am or ever was." Buffy raised her hand and pressed her fingers lightly against his mouth, stilling his words. Giving him a watery smile, fresh tears spilled down her cheeks and over his fingers. Leaning up, she replaced her fingers with her lips. When she pulled away, his eyes drifted open, their blue depths swirling with emotion.

"I love you, too. The man, the demon. There's no part of you that I don't want or need. Please, forgive yourself. And the next time you say you don't want to go in somewhere, I promise I won't make you. I've learned my lesson." She offered him another smile, finally eliciting one from him.

"Bloody good idea, Pet. Maybe next time you'll remember the Big Bad knows a thing or two." he smirked.

"Oh, really?" Buffy asked, trailing her fingers down the sculpted plains of his chest. A devilish grin spread across her face as her nimble fingers began unbuttoning his jeans. "Why don't you show me. You know, drive the point home." she whispered huskily, her warm fingers brushing the tip of his already hard cock. Spike met her grin with one of his own, raising his hand to tug the sheet away. Standing, he pulled her to her feet, then swept her up in his arms. Carrying her to the bed, he placed her gently across it, then divested himself of his jeans. Holding her arms open, she clutched him to her as he settled himself along her length.

"I love you." he whispered in the instant before he pushed into her tight, wet heat. A groan escaped both of them as her body accepted his length, their mouths crashing together, tongues mating in time to his thrusts. Their hands were everywhere, touching and caressing as they slowly built to their climaxes. Breaking away from her mouth, Spike kissed his way along her jaw to his mark on her neck. Tracing his tongue across the wound, he heard her whimper. His thrusts sped up as her whimpers increased. Her nails clawed down his back, making him growl in pleasure.

"Spike, please. . .I need. . ." she moaned, her hips bucking wildly beneath him. Immediately, he vamped, and sunk his fangs deep into the soft skin of her throat. With a cry of his name, she came, sinking her blunt teeth into his shoulder. His mind reeled as he felt her teeth plunge into his skin, and that combined with her blood flowing over his tongue and her inner walls quivering around him sent him spinning out of control. With a snarl, he reached down and pulled her knees up, enabling him to plunge deeper. Three more times he slammed into her before he shot his semen deep into her womb. The haze in his mind cleared as he retracted his fangs from her, He felt her tongue sliding across the skin of his shoulder, lapping the few drops of blood that she produced.

"Mine." Buffy whispered in his ear, her warm hand caressing the flesh of his back. Spike shuddered under her hands as emotions wracked through his body. He traced his tongue through the blood still seeping from the rapidly healing bite. Raising his head, he kissed her deeply, the tastes of their blood mingling on their tongues.

Breaking the kiss, Spike gently nipped her bottom lip, before raising his eyes to hers.

"Mine." he growled, his blue eyes burning into her hazel ones. She gently cupped his face as a feeling of contentment and belonging settled over them both.

"Always." she whispered. Brushing his lips across hers one last time, Spike then pulled out of her and settled on his side on the bed, Gathering her close, his happy purr filling the air, the two lovers fell asleep, safe in each others arms.

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The Evil Inside-chapter 20

"Thanks, Angel." Buffy said, her voice muffled against his chest. The brunette vampire gave her one last squeeze, then released her.

"No problem. Watch over him. He's still really screwed up." Angel said, glancing at Spike, who was standing a few feet away, smoking.

"I will. But this is Spike we're talking about. He's always been a little. . .off." Buffy replied, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. Angel gave her a small grin, then started towards Spike. Buffy moved to say goodbye to Cordelia, who had indeed been able to make it down that night, three days ago.

Spike eyed his sire warily as he came to a stop in front of him. The blonde vampire could feel the power singing along the reaffirmed bond, and he didn't know whether to be happy or pissed off. Spike didn't like anybody having that much power over him, and it had taken him decades to fully step out of Angel's shadow.

"How are you?" Spike snorted at the question, and fixed his piercing blue gaze on his sire.

"You know." Angel nodded. He could feel the anger and pain, and guilt, flowing through his favored childe.

Spike crushed his cigarette out under his boot, and Angel offered him his hand. After a moments hesitation, Spike took it. Flashing a devilish grin, Angel pulled the surprised blond into his arms.

"I love you, boy." Angel growled, gripping him tightly. Spike took comfort in the words an his sire's embrace for a moment before replying.

"Yeah, yeah, you ponce. I love you too."

Angel chuckled, then let him go.

"Take care of yourself. And her. She loves you almost as much as I do." He said with a grin. Spike flashed one of his own, then turned it into his trademark smirk.

"Yeah, but she fancies my cute arse a bit more that you ever did." Angel shook his head ruefully, and snorted.

"I don't think we need to worry about each other's cute asses any more." He said, turning to look at the blonde and brunette talking behind them.

"Got that right, mate." Spike agreed as Angel started walking towards the car. "Angel!"

The older vampire paused and turned back to his childe.

"Thanks." Spike said quietly, dropping his eyes, slightly embarrassed.

"You're welcome, Will." Angel replied, then continued towards the car. Slapping Cordelia playfully on the ass, he told her it was time to go.

Buffy hugged the former prom queen, then walked over to Spike. Wrapping an arm around his waist, she rested her head in the crook of his shoulder as his arm went around her. Together, the two blondes watched the convertible drive off into the night.

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The Evil Inside-Epilogue

In a clearing, at the end of a dark old road, the burnt out shell of a old house stood. In the overgrown front yard stood a sign. And on that sign, it read:

KEEP OUT

DESTRUCTION ZONE AHEAD!

And the name of the company doing the destroying was Harris Construction.

Xander Harris stood staring up at the monstrosity before him, anger and hatred glowing in his eyes. He had fought like a rabid dog, constantly under bidding other construction companies to get the contract to destroy the old house. He wasn't going to make a profit from this job, and thankfully, he could afford the loss. But the job wasn't about profit. Xander wanted nothing more that to be the one that blew that house to kingdom come. He wasn't sure what the county was going to do with it, but he'd heard rumors of a new interstate being built. He didn't care, as long as the place that nearly took away his friends was gone.

The last few months had been hard on the Scoobies. Spike and Willow were plagued by nightmares that seemed amazingly real. More often than not, Spike would try to retreat back into himself. Guilt and anger had them both trying to push everybody away, but Tara and Buffy proved to be more than formidable opponents. With the help of the rest of the gang, the witch and the vampire finally came to terms with what had happened. Neither fully forgave themselves, but in the end, they accepted the forgiveness that was bestowed upon them.

Whistler had shown up at some point, assuring Spike that he hadn't been pushed off the redemption band wagon. What had happened was caused by outside forces, not from some desire hidden within Spike, himself. That had gone a long way towards helping Spike recover.

Willow had cut back on her practice of black magic, strictly staying with the light side of her gift. She never wanted to see that part of herself again.

Spike was moved out of Giles' guest bedroom and into Buffy's house. It had taken them so long to finally admit their feeling towards each other, that Buffy didn't waste any time clearing out his crypt and depositing it all in her house.

Eventually, life returned to normal for the unusual little family. Well, normal for the Hell mouth.

"We're ready, boss." Xander turned to face his employee, nodding once. When the crew was a safe distance away, Xander gave the command.

"LET 'ER RIP!" Several loud explosions filled the air, and the house began to crash in on itself. Huge plumes of smoke and dust rose towards the sky as the noise faded. Xander turned towards the woods that surrounded the house. There, the blond couple stood, arms wrapped around each other as the watched the house fall.

With a half salute to the pair, which Spike returned, the brunette turned back to his crew.

"Alright, let's get started." The men dispersed to follow their bosses orders, as the couple in the trees shared a kiss, then turned and faded into the woods.

~~FIN~~

a/n-Alas my friends, All good things must come to an end. Thanks again for all the great feedback and support. Now, I have to finish the six (yikes) other S/B stories I have going. Read the ones that I've already posted (blatant hint) and I'll post again soon.-Lisa