Chapter One


“Bloody ‘ell Slayer…you punch ‘em in the face first, then you kick ‘em in the nuts, not the other way round, it’s hard to land a decent punch to the head if there already doubled over”

Spike griped, dabbing at his bleeding nose, having caught an un-necessary punch because of her, what he considered ‘sloppy technique’.

“You do it your way…that’s why your nose looks like it does!” Buffy grinned

“My nose looks like this slayer, because of your bloody piss-poor fighting!” The grin left her face and she scowled at him, hissing

“Right! That’s it! Go away, keep well away from ME! Right away, keep out of my sight, leave town! I’ve had enough of you and your so called ‘helping’ I always end up rescuing you, the majority of the time, anyway!”

Buffy stomped on ahead, slamming open the door to the Magic Box. Giles had heard them bickering all down the road…

“Oh yeah?” Spike closed the door, and followed her all through the shop.

“Yeah” They both sat at the table, waiting for Giles.

“Seems some of those blows you get to the head are causing you brain damage…some sort of amnesia, love… that must be it! Whom rescuing whom? So, tell me, who killed the Maharmos for you the other week?”

“That was different, it had poisonous spines…” Buffy studied her nails.

“The Styk demon then?”

“You need preternatural sight to see those properly…” she bit her bottom lip.

“The chaos demon”

“Its horns were all ew, and, and drippy and…I couldn’t get a decent hold on them…” Buffy looked everywhere other than Spike.

“Always some bloody excuse… The succubus, then”

“She was invisible…well to me she was” Buffy had to turn away…

“Mugglewart demon?”

“He…hold on! **I** killed the Mugglewart” Buffy said

“No you didn’t, you only stabbed it in the one heart, you have to do the two in order to kill it”

“Really?” Buffy frowned, then turned away again.

“I saved you from that Tickle-Me-Elmo thingy”

“The wha- oh…the Tykulemo. Only because it got in a lucky hit because of your bad technique!”

Spike suppressed a smile. Buffy had her back to him now, as she couldn’t suppress hers. He was right, (As usual) but it would be a cold day in hell before she’d admit it…

Giles closed his takings ledger, and sighed, he looked across at the duo…he had a BIG job for them…a really big important job, and it needed the two of them, and they needed to work together 100%, because Buffy’s very existence could possibly depend on Spike…

“Fruitful patrol?”

“Trying to teach her a better fighting technique…call yourself a Watcher? …She’s an awful fighter!” Spike said, putting his feet up on the table, crossing them while teetering on the back two legs of the chair.

“Now, you two, play nice! Buffy go make some tea!” Giles instructed. Delaying tactics as to what he’d got to ask, or rather tell them…

“NO! Me, I’ll do it, she makes bloody awful tea…the gods alone know what she actually does to it to make it taste so bloody awful…”

Spike righted his chair and quickly went to the kitchen, the little curtained off area that housed a small sink unit, a wall cupboard, a work surface and a fridge. On top of the work surface was a microwave oven and a kettle. Spike filled the kettle and put it onto boil, and set about rinsing mugs and getting the tray ready.

Buffy was fuming; she narrowed her eyes at the vampire’s retreating back.

“Giles, remind me again just WHY I have to have him tagging along all the time?”

Buffy huffed, folding her arms and pouting. Spike watched her from the kitchen. He smiled. He loved it when she was all indignant and thought she knew better…but fair play to her, she always took what he said to her on board, and did what he suggested the next time around, and not that she’d ever admit it, and she really liked having someone of her equal to help…

“Buffy…Spike’s a ‘master vampire’ he has incredible strengths…be guided by him, will you?”

“Huh…master vampire indeed…their standards MUST be slipping, tsk” Buffy said, witheringly.

“I HEARD that, slayer!” Spike swished the little curtain aside and glared at her. Buffy tried to suppress a grin…she studied her shoes instead.

Giles despaired…cleaned his glasses, fit enough to rub a whole right through the lenses…

“Tea up!” Spike announced, bringing in the tea tray.

“Thought you’d gone to bloody grow the stuff too, time it took you!” Buffy groused, helping herself to a mugful.

“Well, you see slayer, that’s where you and I differ, I actually let the kettle boil, and then I let the tea brew before it’s poured. The gnat’s-piss you make, huh, it’s a wonder it can crawl out of the pot it’s so bloody weak!”

Spike said, sitting back savouring the brew. Buffy scowled. Everybody said she made lousy tea… Giles watched them bicker, and despaired that they’d EVER get long.

“So, come on, what do you want to ask me…us?” Buffy asked rolling her eyes.

“Do you think that…well…look…do you think that you could actually work with each other, for once…I mean could you try and get on…like him a little?” Giles asked, despairing.

Buffy made a big eyed frown

“Do I LIKE him? – Hello – he’s a vampire, I’m a slayer!”

“Course she likes me…why does she let me save her so often, else?” Spike said, grinning.

“YOU save ME – Don’t make me laugh”

“Always has to be the eternal pissing contest with you, doesn’t it?”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Children…” Giles said wearily…they all drank their (delicious) tea. Giles was relieved when they left, still bickering, about whether it was better to inflict as much pain as possible to the demon, or just to go straight in with the stake.
There was nothing else for it, desperate measures and all that, they were going to need a little help…………

‘Ah, this should do it…’ Giles said to himself, taking out a small, and very old book from the top shelf. ‘Spells of the Heart’ the front cover read.

Sitting at the table, Giles sipped his (very) large Scotch he’d treated himself to, he needed it to unwind after those two and their constant arguing…He flipped through the various pages…hmm, this one looks interesting…

’A spell to bond temporarily’…He wrote in his leather bound notebook the items required…herbs…lighted candles…Live chicken’s blood- ah, no, ok, next one…

‘Sacrifice one goat kid for each…um, no………ah,

‘Take the wrists of the couple to be bonded and cut so that the blood can mingle freely….’ I don’t think so!………

Oh, this one looks better;

‘Binding Spell’ ‘may take a little time, not an instant spell, for couples that severely dislike one another’ was all that had been translated from the ancient Sumerian. “This one will do” Giles said quietly to himself.

It was his fault that he didn’t take a little time out, and bother to translate the rest of the text, or even bother to translate the text properly, for ‘binding’ read ‘bonding,’ it would have told him this; ‘Care must be taken with this spell, even a hint of like or admiration will be many times magnified, and the binding would be made permanent and of deep love if such feelings were encountered initially, this spell is sometimes…Giles couldn’t read the next word, ‘permanent’, but he’d already decided that this was the one he wanted to use anyway.

………Hmm, just an incantation, the couple’s names written on a piece of paper, and something that belonged to each of them able to be burned…Giles got up, and went into the training room. He fished out an old and bloodstained tee shirt of Spike’s, and from the waste paper basket, some hair of Buffy’s cleaned out of her hairbrush.

Giles ripped a piece of cloth from the shirt, wrapped the hair in it, wrote ‘Spike, William the Bloody’ and Buffy Anne Summers on a piece of paper, said the incantation, asked Aphrodite, and Cupid to smile on his request, burnt the offering, buried the ashes.

The spell was cast.

He felt a little guilty. If Buffy knew…she’d…he shuddered, didn’t bear thinking about! I mean, it was ridiculous! A Watcher, doing a spell of the heart to temporarily bond two people, well, one person and a demon, so they would stop bickering long enough to get a job done…he’d be hounded out of the Watcher’s Guild if they knew…Right, the next thing he had to do, was to convince the couple in question to actually DO the job…
 

Chapter 2


Tentatively, Giles opened the door to Spike’s crypt. He was sitting on the sofa, reading, did a double take when he saw who it was.

“S-S-S-Spike?”

“What do you want?” Spike asked, more in surprise than anything.

“Erm…I need to s-s-speak to -” Spike rolled his eyes, closed his book, and said,

“You need, to shut the bleeding door mate, I’ll have leaves and rats and all sorts in else”

“Oh, erm r-r-right, er s-s-sorry” Giles turned, closed the door.

“Well, I’m waiting?”

“W-W-Well, um it’s l-l-like th-this…”

“For the gods sake, stop mumbling in the dark, come in say your piece, the sooner you tell me the sooner you can piss…” Spike looked cockily at the nervous watcher. ‘Now here’s a turn up’ Spike thought

“Um, yes, right, well, the um, the Ball for St. Vigius”

“What about it?” Spike frowned

“I take it, you’re going…?”

“You take it wrong, no, I’m not, goodnight” Spike said, returning to his book.

“May, erm, m-m-may one ask w-w-why not?”

“Oh, you’re still here. (He stood up, leaving his open book on he couch.) Well, if it’s ANY of your business………which it isn’t, so……… on your way” Spike suddenly said, taking a couple of steps towards Giles.

“But I only…”

“Don’t care, sod off”

“If an invites the problem…” Giles began. Spike frowned. The Ball for St Vigius, was renowned for it’s sumptuous luxury, no expense was spared, on good food, rarest wines and spirits, certain ‘illegal’ substances of the purest kind…freshest blood, every delight that a vampire could ever want.

His face screwed up in disgust, Spike blustered,

“Why would you think that I, William the Bloody, would go to a great big prancing poofy party like that, that’s more Angel’s style, huge big ponce he is” Spike added for good measure.

He strutted about a bit.

“Ah, y-y-yes, w-w-well, um, y-y-you s-s-s-see, they know about h-h-his s-s-soul, whereas you, on the, the, other h-h-hand, a-a-a-are, um…”

“THE biggest bad Motherfu………hold on, YOU could get me an invite?”

Spike’s demeanour suddenly changed again. Without a word, Giles held up a black deckle edged card with gold lettering.

Spike’s eyebrows rose, he reached for the card, but Giles was too quick, and put it back inside his filofax.

“A-a!”

“Huh, forgery!” Spike said, half turning away from the watcher, and then he added,

“Bye, just let the door hit you on the arse on the way out”

“It’s not a forgery, it’s real alright” Giles said. Spikes eye’s narrowed, and he turned to face the watcher again, advancing a few steps towards him.

“So why, would you, be coming to me, with a ticket to vampire paradise, I wonder, hmm?”

“Th-thought you, you, you’d l-l-like to go”

“What have I got to do?” Spike sighed, asked suspiciously turning fully towards the watcher.

“Um, take Buffy” Spike nodded, then he realised what Giles had just said.

“WHAT!!! – With the risk of sounding like John MacEnroe, You CANNOT be serious” Spike was wide eyed with incredulity.

“I th-thought you’d say that” Giles bit his bottom lip, removing his glasses.

“What do you expect? Gods, it would be like taking a naked flame into a, a, a bloody firework factory! ” He threw his hands up in the air, rather pleased with his analogy.

“Hmm, yes, well, I-I-I-if she promised not to s-s-s-s-stake anyone?” he put his glasses back on. Spike stopped pacing and faced the watcher.

“Like I’d believe you!” Spike said, sarcastically, nodding slowly.

“She wouldn’t…” Giles said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“So, let me get this straight, you want me, to take the slayer to a vampire party, and she’s going to, what, get a spontaneous attack of amnesia, and totally forget she’s the slayer, and not make all and sundry get intimately acquainted with Mr Pointy, have I got that?”

“Hmm”

“And I had this frontal lobotomy, when?” Spike quirked an eyebrow, and was just about to bundle the watcher out of his crypt, when Giles added,

“She’ll be under your thrall”

“Under my thrall…WHAT? - Are you for real? - Come on, what have you done with the real Giles, eh? – Where is he?”

“Spike, it’s me, I know what I’m saying…” Spike decided to humour the watcher; he folded his arms and leant against the crypt wall. After a minute or two Spike said,

“So. You do know that to be under my thrall for any decent length of time, I’d have to bite her”

“Yes…” Giles said, a little flatly, looking down at his shoes, then up into the vampire’s face. The idea suddenly began to REALLY appeal to Spike………

“So, again, why, yadda, yadda, yadda?”

“Well, when I say she won’t stake anyone…”
Spike rolled his eyes, ‘here we go…’ he thought.

“It’ll be just the one”

“Just the one, whom?” Spike enunciated every word, like he was talking to a six year old.

“Dracula” Giles said seriously. A huge grin spread over Spike’s face, he looked at Giles wide eyed, still grinning, then he gave a snort of derision.

“Ha! Now I KNOW you’re seriously off your trolley, anyway, how do you know he’s going? – I mean, he’s not usually one for crowds…unless it’s-!” Spike was trying to think.

“It is. Special one that is; twenty five years since he went to the last one” Giles said. Spike dismissed Giles with a,

“Pfft, you MUST be off your trolley!”

“No.” Giles said, nervously, but with as much conviction as he could muster.

“YES. Do you KNOW how many minions he has around him – not to mention his ‘brides’, if she can get anywhere near him at all, which I very much doubt…he’ll only re-materialise in an instant, anyway.”

“Ah, that’s it, with this special…um, (thinking quickly, Giles thought it best not to give too much away, this sort of knowledge meant power…so he tried a different tack) ok, you’re too scared, I understand…” he turned to leave.

Spike dashed to the door, stood in front of it to prevent Giles from leaving.

“What, never! I’m not scared, of anything, or anybody, not even feisty blonde slayers…it’s just that if I take the slayer there, and she off’s old Drac…I’m quite attached to me old wrinklies see” Spike said, truthfully, grabbing his crotch, knowing full well that he’d be parted from them in an instant if he was found out.

“Don’t worry, once the deed is done, we’d get you out, safely” Spike quirked an eyebrow, looked disbelievingly at Giles.

“And I believe you, because?”

“Well, to put it bluntly, you’re useful.” Giles said, truthfully. Spike said,

“One more question, does the slay- erm, I mean, does Buffy know about this, yet?”

“Ahh” Giles said, and gave Spike a rueful look, biting his bottom lip. Spike just rolled his eyes, let out a big sigh. He began to think…what were the odds of this…’escapade’ for want of a better word, succeeding - - with them both coming out of it alive – well ok, Buffy still alive, and he still intact, and in existence? About 5%………Ok, he’d do it! ‘Coz that’s the kind of vampire I am…’Spike said out loud.

Buffy came into the shop. Giles looked up from the book he was reading. The first thing that Buffy saw, was Spike’s duster hanging up. She frowned as she draped her scarf over her coat on the hook.

Coming around the bookcase, she saw Spike sitting with his feet up on the table, his chair teetering on the back two legs, reading a newspaper. She stood, arms folded across her chest, leaning on one hip.

“What’s he doing here?” With a nod of her head towards him, she glared at Spike, but was talking to Giles.

“And bollocks to you too, madam!” Spike said, without looking up from the newspaper.

“Ah, Buffy, g-glad you’re h-here, um, yes, right, erm…” Giles had taken his glasses off, put them back on, and taken them off again in that one stuttering sentence of his. Buffy arched her brow.

“Er, Spike, if you d-d-don’t m-mind” Giles looked at him.

“Your place, you go in the training room if you want to tell her ladyship here, I’m reading.” With that, Spike shook the newspaper once, and went back to reading.

“Buffy, if you wouldn’t mind…” Giles stood, and held out his arm towards the training room door, Buffy frowned, narrowed her eyes at Spike, and followed Giles into the training room.

Spike who wasn’t really reading, began to listen to Giles’ low murmur, and although he couldn’t hear exactly what Giles was saying, he reckoned, what, thirty…no forty seconds with all the stuttering the Watcher was surely going to do while he explained………’thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eig–

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FREAKING MIND!?” Spike heard from the training room. Grinning broadly as the door flew open and one VERY pissed off slayer came stomping into the shop, still shouting.

“THERE’S NO WAY ON THIS EARTH, I’M DOING THAT, WITH HIM!” Still scowling, she turned her wrath on Spike.

“And I don’t know what you’re grinning at, I’m sure!”

“Well, put it this way sweetheart, I’m just about as enthused as you over this idea”.

“Shyeah, right! THAT’S why you’re sitting there now grinning like a lunatic, like it hasn’t been your every dream to bite me and have me in your thrall since the moment you clapped eyes on me!” Buffy sneered.

Deciding to needle her just a little bit more, Spike used one of her corrupt speech patterns, and said,

“Huh, ego much, blondie?” Buffy blinked and then narrowed her eyes at him.

Spike took his feet off the table, and folded the paper, throwing it on the table, and stood up.

“What day is the party?” Spike asked Giles.

“Tomorrow week”

“Right, we’ll start after patrol tonight, she, needs lessons on how to act around vampires” Spike said, talking about Buffy as if she wasn’t there.

“I KNOW how to act around vampires, thankyou very much, I do this, (she mimed a staking) and then they fit into an ashtray, end of story!”

Giving her a false grin, Spike narrowed his eyes, shook his head at her.

“Ok, um, back here at say… m-m-m-midnight?” Giles said, looking from Spike to Buffy.

Spike nodded. Buffy looked cross.

“What part of ‘there no way on this earth I’m doing that with him’ don’t you understand?” Buffy said through gritted teeth at Giles.

“Buffy, I…” Giles began; he removed his glasses. Spike strolled to the shop door, gliding, panther like, stalking his prey. Without turning till he stood in the open doorway, he said,

“You’ll do it Buffy, coz you’re just big headed enough to want to be THE one to go down in history as the slayer that off’d Dracula” Spike left.

Buffy stared at the door long after he’d gone. Giles put the snick up on the door, turned the key.
“What does he mean, ‘act around vampires?’”

“Ah, well, s-s-s-submissive, er, you’ll have to be s-s-s-subservient…and not sh-show any dominance at all, Buffy don’t look at me like that, It makes me think you want to hurt me” Buffy said nothing at first, scowled, and then smiled.

“Training. Come on, pad up Giles” Giles swallowed, nodded and almost reluctantly followed her back into the training room, thinking, huh, so much for my temporary bonding spell…
 

Chapter 3


At five to midnight, Spike rattled the door of the Magic Box. Eventually Giles opened the door.

“Buffy not with you?” Giles looked passed Spike into the night.

“No, I had some business to attend to” Giles could smell he’d been drinking.

“You’re not drunk I hope, are you Spike, we need to do some serious practicing, and-”

“No, don’t get your knickers in a bunch, I’ve only had a couple, to be sociable, I was getting some info if you must know, finding out about the venue for this party”

“Really, oh, that’s excellent!” Giles removed his glasses, went to sit down, very stiffly, hand on his back.

“Say, is that the start of a black eye?” Spike asked, grinning at the little dark blue crescent shaped bruise under Giles’s right eye.

“What, oh, um, yes, I er…” Giles gently returned his glasses to his face, pushing them gently further up his nose

“Pissed off the slayer, I know, I heard!” Spike said with a grin.
The shop door nearly rattled off its hinges.

“Shall I go? - I think I can move faster than you!” Spike turned the key, and opened the door. Buffy came in, without looking up, she pulled off her hat, scarf and gloves, then her coat.

“Right, let’s get this over with, the quicker I can finish, the quicker I can get home and shower away this ‘ick’ feeling I have having to work with you!”

She only looked up at Spike when she’d finished her sentence. He was giving her his best ‘who’s a sexy boy then’ grin. WOW! She thought, (doing a double take) when did Spike’s eyes suddenly get so blue and … sexy? … And those cheekbones…such soft looking, kissable lips…how come I’ve never noticed those before? She went round-eyed for a second or two, and then shook her head as if to clear the rogue thought.

“Right then, that, for a start, will have to go” Spike said fingering her neck, meaning (or so Buffy thought) her cross.

She took it off. Spike swallowed, he felt nervous! –Him, William the Bloody, nervous as a…very nervous thing…Gods she looked gorgeous…never more so…her lips looked so soft and kissable…

“And the jumper, can’t operate properly with you in a polo neck, now can I?”

“Improvise, you’re NOT biting me tonight!” Buffy said through gritted teeth.

Spike rolled his eyes. ‘Oh, shit! This is going to be a barrel of laughs’ he thought.

“Right, as my queen, you’ll be-“

“Queen?” Buffy raised a brow. Spike sighed.

“Queen, it’s the proper terminology, I’m head of Clan Aurelius, and any female I take can be classed as a queen, and-“

“You’re not though, Angel is” Buffy interrupted him again. Spike briefly clenched his fists, rolled his eyes, and said, quietly,

“If you’ll just SHUT THE FUCK UP, for two minutes, I’ll explain things to you, ok?”

“Don’t swear at me, I’ll”

“Buffy, shush, this is important” Giles said, sitting carefully.

Buffy shocked, snapped her mouth shut and scowled, frowned and then bit her bottom lip; she’d noticed how stiffly Giles’ moved, and his slight black eye.

Perhaps she DID go too far with Giles during training earlier. Giving a huffed sigh, she crossed her arms. And turned her attention back to Spike, trying to look suitably bored.

“Technically, Darla is head of Clan Aurelius, but as women cannot be heads, then the honour falls to the eldest male, which was Angelus, as he is no longer, the title falls to the next eldest male, me, so, I am head of Clan Aurelius, ok, got that, can I carry on?”

Buffy rolled her eyes in a thoroughly bored fashion, yawned.

“You keep your chin and your eyes downcast, you will only speak if spoken to, and you do not, voice an opinion, especially one that differs from mine, ok. If I hold out my hand to you, you come to me, and if I playfully toy with you sexually, (Buffy’s eyes went big as she snapped her head up to look at him,) you respond, and DON’T pull away. It will be expected of me to show my prowess”

“H-H-How d-d-d-do you m-m-m-mean, ’toy’, exactly?”

Buffy asked nervously, shifting nervously in her seat, swallowing.

“Don’t worry, I won’t rip your knickers off and give you oral sex, if that’s what your worried about, I m-mean, um, well, I erm, I-I might just r-r-run a finger down your cheek or, um, a-arm.”

‘Fuck, get a grip mate’ Spike thought, as his sudden hard-on at the suggestion of giving her oral sex was making its presence felt…why the hell had he used that analogy for?

Buffy too had felt a sharp sudden thrill, then the searing hot embarrassment as her neck flushed and the red crept up her cheeks, much to the delight of Spike.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if Giles hadn’t been there………

“You’ll find a lot of this will come naturally, when you’re under my thrall anyway.” Spike said, with a satisfied smirk.

Angry with herself for being embarrassed, Buffy retorted,


“Really, turn you into Brad Pitt will it, this thrall, coz I’m gonna need something…” she sneered, batting her eyes at him, not meaning a word of it.

She was trying to avoid looking in HIS eyes, coz she knew those big blue eyes of his could see right through her… ……… she couldn’t stop looking at those firm pecs…….. the washboard abs…the huge bulge in his…why was he looking at her like that? – Oh…OH!


Spike grinned wolfishly at her, His head held back and at a slight angle, mouth half open, bottom jaw jutting forward, his tongue pressed against his top teeth, he stared at her, his eyes so full of blue fire, Buffy felt a little mesmerised already.

Blinking, she bought herself back to the here and now, she’d just had THE most amazing mental picture, of herself naked on a bed, writhing in ecstasy, with Spike’s head buried between her thighs!

She’d never had oral sex before…

“Slayer!”

“Huh?” Buffy was startled out of her reverie.

Spike knew she’d seen his mental thrall picture, and began to see her in a new light, especially as he could smell…he glanced at her, no fooling his vampiric sense of smell there...

Buffy looked away, quickly, big eyed, she swallowed and snapped her thighs shut, her mouth suddenly dry, it was strange, as though all the moisture from her mouth had headed south…She felt damp, aroused…she quickly pressed her thighs together even more tightly.

Giles stood up slowly.

“Er, can we continue tomorrow…tonight, rather, I’m rather tired, and …oh, I need a hot soak,” Giles said, getting up stiffly, holding his lower lumbar region.

They all left the shop.

“Can I offer you a lift Buffy?” Giles asked. Buffy opened her mouth to speak, but Spike said,

“No, I’ll walk with her, I can fill her in on some more history” Buffy didn’t object, and Giles drove off.

“So, slayer, that white bread Iowa pasty-faced farm boy never gave you oral sex…”

Spike ducked the fist he knew that was coming, and caught her wrist, pulled her up close to him. She was startled for a second, and slightly overbalanced, totally invading his ‘personal space’, her body touching his.

He could feel her hard nipples just under her thin jumper against his chest, and the rapid beat of her heart, and the smell of her arousal, her warm breath on his face…she jumped backwards slightly.

“Panties wet, love?” he grinned, the smell of her arousal was the sweetest perfume to him.

“No” Buffy said, honestly, but she was having difficulty controlling her breathing, she turned her head away and stepped back even further from him trying hard not to look at him, but he took a step closer to her.

“Well, I KNOW different” he almost growled

“Spike, I haven’t got wet panties” She turned her head slowly and looked him straight in the eye.

“No? - ‘Cause you smell, Spike leaned in close to her neck… (Buffy froze, holding her breath) …delicious,”

Spike breathed the word into her ear. She shuddered and closed her rolling eyes, letting out a little groan, arching towards him, her mouth half open, breathing accelerated. He smelt of old leather, and whiskey, cigarettes, and fresh cold night air.

Spike risked kissing her neck, his cool lips on her hot skin made her go goose bumpy all over, her nipples hardened even more to the point of almost being painful.

Her eyes flew open as he pressed his hardness to her. Was that a groan she just let slip out…was it? Coz, oh gods, if he didn’t stop what he was doing…

“Sp-Spike!”

“Hmm?”

“-W-W-W-What are you doing?” She asked, softly. She should have been angry, should have pushed him away, should have…should…oh Gods! She barely managed to uncross her rolling eyes.

“Familiarising myself to the territory………enjoying myself…” Buffy swallowed and closed her rolling eyes again, as his lips were doing wondrous things to her neck, brushing across her throat, breathing in her ear, barely touching her, but – OH WOW, shivering in pure pleasure, her nipples were actually aching now, they were so hard… Spike again persisted that she had on wet panties, wet with arousal…

“I don’t”

“Slayer, you can’t fool me, I-”

“Spike, I’m not wearing any…”

He pushed her away a little by the top of her arms, looked into her eyes.

“You’re not…”
“Wearing any, no” Staring at his mouth, she provocatively licked her lips…

He whimpered. Who was a sexy little minx then…they were outside his crypt.

He wondered briefly whether or not to risk kissing her…or even asking her in…

“Um, night then” Buffy said, but not moving away.

“Erm, what? Oh, erm, yeah, right, um... night. Oh, shall I walk you home, all manner of beasties around at this time of night”

“Ok, my moms away” Buffy’s eyes went huge at her own forthrightness. Why did I just tell him that, why?! Buffy thought.

“Oh, right.” Spike nodded. Useful to know…

“Tea?” Buffy asked as they got to her driveway. Spike nodded again.

As soon as they got inside the house, they dived on one another, kissing, nipping, nuzzling…before she could blink,

Spike had her up against the inside of the front door, his hand up her jumper, flipping up her bra cups, and thumbing her nipples to hard peaks, his lips on her neck, grinding his hardness against her crotch… All thoughts of ‘tea’ forgotten.

Buffy couldn’t get the vision of Spike giving her oral sex out of her head…and less than two minutes later, it wasn’t a vision, it was for real.

After stumbling frantically up the stairs, throwing their clothes off in abandon, Buffy hit her bed naked. Spike paused in her doorway, hopping to pull first one leg, then the other of his jeans off. He left them where they fell. Giving her a predatory grin, he crawled up the bed towards her………

As soon as his cool stiffened tongue tip slid up and down over her smooth shaven labia, she was nearly up on the ceiling, and when it slipped through her moist folds and found her clit, she was in orbit. Circling it, flicking it, gently sucking it, then he dipped lower with his tongue, to lap up her flowing nectar,

Buffy cried out as the first orgasm tore through her, that it was SO good…
Spike thought he’d burst; he was so hard… and he’d been so right about her being delicious!

“Buffy”…he slid up her body, leaving her on the edge of another orgasm, she could feel how massive he was,

“Now, in me, please, now, OH GODS!” He put the angry purplish head of his monster-sized dick at her wet opening, and began to push forward. She arched her back, gods he was SO BIG!

She was shaking like a leaf……… he’d never fit inside her…he’d got to be 10 inches at least, and boy, was he thick! He began to thrust forward…slowly, slowly…Sweet gods she was tight…On the fifth thrust, he was almost all the way inside her, she was very wet, hot as hell and virgin tight, and was screaming, mindless, head thrashing from side to side, hips churning, her nails scratching at his shoulders, and he’d never last, especially as she was bucking and thrashing around like a wildcat, her inner muscles working overtime to both accommodate and pleasure him.

He was practically cross-eyed with the supreme sensations, never in his whole existence had anything ever felt so good, it felt like he was inside molten lava she was so hot. She was clutching at his shoulders now, which rippled under her touch as he power thrusted inside her, and then she scratched his back, biting his neck, arching up.

Spike thought he was going to burst, he’d never felt anything so good as this, he was heading for an earth-shattering orgasm. Begging him to go faster and harder, he was more than happy to oblige, he reached down, and snagged her behind her knee, pulling it upwards. She automatically followed suit with her other leg, now really opened up to him, Spike slipped inside her all the way at last, letting out a strangulated,

“OH FUCK, YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS” he thrust hard into her cervix, making her cry out in total ecstasy. Thrashing her head from side to side, she felt so brim full of him she could hardly get her breath. The one thing she knew though; was that she was heading for the mother of all orgasms.

She cried out as she felt him swell, his sac firmed up, and he absolutely pounded into her, he felt the first involuntary clench of her orgasm, she raked her nails down his back, then dug them into his butt, and screamed out the longest, deepest, hardest orgasm she’d ever had with anyone, the sweet tight clenching took him past the point of no return, as he thrust up really hard, he poured a veritable fountain inside her.

The pure pleasure was indescribable for both of them, and Spike’s climax triggered another orgasm for her, her first multiple, and her tight clenching muscles milked him dry. They both lay panting Buffy more heaving than panting, it was SO GOOD…she was incredulous. Spike was gasping un-necessarily. Eventually, when they’d both calmed down, Buffy turned her head to look at him…

“WOW! I…I didn’t know it could be that good” She said quietly, honestly.
Spike knew, no machismo now, no bravado or smart Alec remarks, and there might just be a re-match………he raised his head from her shoulder.
“Baby, what can I say, you were totally……… amazing!” He gave her a soft kiss.
She looked at him big eyed.

“Really?”

“Oh wow, Buffy, don’t doubt it, love, you were just incredible” he ran his cool hand down her shoulder, he leaned over and gently circled her raised areola with his cool tongue, before gently sucking her nipple into his mouth. Buffy groaned erotically, and squirmed, threading her fingers through his surprisingly soft wavy hair, holding his head to her.

Reaching across to her other breast, Spike plucked and gently pinched her other nipple with his finger and thumb. She raked her nails down his back, arching towards him. Rising up to kiss her, Buffy grabbed him around the middle with her legs and flipped him over so he was lying face up on the bed. Spike grinned. So… she wanted more did she? – Right!
 

Chapter 4

Buffy sat astride his slim hips and he could feel her hot wet femininity gently caress his massive hard length. He bucked up.

“Ah, ah, not yet…” She leaned over, and kissed him, then his neck, bit sucked hickeys all along his jugular making him cry out, and hold her hips. Hmm…baby likes to play…. She carried on down, sucking his nipples in turn then she traced a pattern over and between his beautiful washboard abs, inching back out of his grasp till she was straddling his lower thighs, then his knees, she gently encircled his huge manhood with her small hot fingers, they wouldn’t meet, she slowly began to pump, then she lowered her mouth to him.

First she wetly licked all over the shaft, along and up the veins, around the glans, twirling a pointed tongue around the ridge, before making little pointy stabs in the leaking slit with her tongue, lapping at the pre-cum that had oozed out, she could taste herself on him too, and then let her moist, soft warm lips slip over the huge bulbous head, and slid him into her mouth, clamping her lips under the ridge and swiping her tongue over the slit, all the time softly sucking and gently pumping him.

Spike arched his shoulders up off the bed, crying out


“Buffy, Buffy, Buffy! Ooooohhhhh, Gooodddddssssss” he flopped back, closed his rolling eyes. Buffy smiled around him.

She was really enjoying this power she had over him, and she began to make Mmm ing noises, slurping and sucking.

She took him as far as she could into her mouth, which wasn’t even really half way down his massive length, but she was HOT, and when her other hand, the one not pumping him, cradled his balls, massaging them softly in their wrinkly sac, tugging and squeezing gently, dragging her nails gently but slowly over them, lightly scratching over the fine seam that divided them, so they screwed themselves up tight. She felt them rise, and shaft thicken and swell even more.

Spike’s hips bounced lightly on the mattress. He’d propped himself up on his elbows to watch her, but the sight of her sweet lips sliding up and down his dick was too erotic for him to last long, and now his head lolled back and his neck arched, and he was babbling about her heat, and how good it felt.

She sucked lustily, her cheeks hollowing and she licked, pumped and teased for half an hour, bringing him to the edge then easing off, teasing. Spike was shaking, he couldn’t last any longer…he would explode, literally!


“Buffy, babe, I’m, oh gods…oh yeah, oh baby, yeah, j-just a little harder…yeah, like that, oh, Buffy, oh, oh, oh, oh, gonna c-come, oh - gods, don’t…don’t s-s-stop sucking, aaaahhh – Baby –uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, OH GODSSS YESSSS!”

Shuddering, he thrust his hips up towards her glorious mouth, and shot a heavy load down her throat.

Buffy swallowed him down greedily, massaging the glans with her tongue as she sucked, pumping him firmly and quite fast, squeezing and relaxing his balls. He relaxed, She’d swallowed every last drop, licked him clean, Spike was gasping, shivering with after shocks.

‘Just what the fuck…what’s happening?’ Spike thought, aware that she’d spoken, so he rolled over towards her. He couldn’t get a coherent thought together if his existence depended on it for a few seconds…
“Huh?”

“Um, I said, any good?” Buffy repeated, grinning, delicately wiping her mouth.

“Are you kidding?! That was totally mind blowing!” Spike said

“Mind, I thought I was blowing your…!” She smiled impishly at him.

“That was my first time doing that”

“You’re kidding…babe it was just …perfect, best I’ve ever had” He raised his hand, caressed her face. It was a soft, very tender moment, and it surprised Buffy, both with its tenderness and sincerity.


As if seeing him for the first time, really properly seeing him, she realised that he was so gorgeous…the sharp angle of his beautiful cheekbones, the oh so blue, blue eyes, that could look into her very soul, know her secrets…the soft full lips, so kissable and cool, she briefly wondered if she was under his thrall, after all.


“Spike”

“Hmm?”

“Am I…under your thrall or something?”

“Thrall, no why, I haven’t…” He propped himself up on one elbow.

“No, it’s just, it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time…”

“Is that bad?”

“Well, I’m not sure, I feel like…”
Spike just arched a brow at her.

“What, Pet?”

“I want to know everything about you…”


Spike ran a finger down her cheek and under her chin, gently drawing her towards him.


“No thrall, not at the moment, I swear…did you see the image I sent you, earlier?”


Buffy swallowed, reddened slightly at the memory, and nodded.


“Well, that’s as long as I can last thralling you, without biting first…”
Spike continued stroking, caressing her.

His words had a hypnotic effect on her, soft, quiet, soothing, euphoric…kissing him – oh gods- Buffy melted into his embrace, how could he do this? - A brush of his lips on her neck or mouth, cool lips demanding hot sweet passion from her…her senses were heightened, his touch electric, fuelling her want for more.

Clinging to him, she scratched his back, bit his neck, holding him so close, like she wanted to get inside his skin.

When he whispered all that he wanted to do, his words washed over her, urging her to drop her guard, give in completely…she was a coiled spring, a dam waiting to burst, a spark to a powder keg, every bloody cliché in the book, that’s how she felt.

Spike could feel her passion bubbling inside her, waiting to burst.


He methodically kissed, stroked and caressed, whispered, promised…he drank in the scent of her arousal, and then with Herculean effort he stopped. Buffy writhed and mewled, realised he’d got up off the bed.

“Whu-what…S-Spike, where…?”

“Nearly sun up love, I have to go”

“NO! – You can’t leave me, please, not…not like this”

“Like what?” He looked at her with smouldering eyes, his mouth half open, rolling his tongue behind his teeth, his chin slightly down towards his chest.

“All…” she groaned, letting her hands skim her body…she felt absolutely brimful of passion, all poured ready for him to unleash.

“All?” Spike quirked an eyebrow, tongue now on his top lip.


“Don’t go…please? I’ll make it worth your while”

She sat up, ……… fixing him with a look, gazing at him through lowered lashes, she smiled sexily, her soft pink tongue in the corner of her mouth.


“I um…I don’t……well, don’t really have a choice, Pet.” Spike fibbed, returning his tongue in the corner of his mouth.


Buffy got up, closed heavy shutters and curtains over the windows. Giving a self satisfied grin she turned to him and said,


“Still leaving?” she moved up very close, rubbed her breasts against his chest, she drew his head closer and closer to hers, and then she began to kiss him.

His hand skittered down her shoulder and arm, over her waist and then across her hip, slipped between her parted thighs, and finding her engorged clit, began to stroke very slow feather light circles around it, making her gasp.

Holding onto his shoulders for support, she shook, eyes rolling she closed them, gasped, her head lolling back, and her legs threatening to give way any second. He took this opportunity to kiss her throat, soft little pecks that gave her goosebumps, she shivered with delight


“Ooooohhhhh! Spike” Her head rolled back round to face him, and her body was on fire with want. The sexy way she groaned his name made his cock twitch…itching to be back where it belonged.


“What do you want, baby?”

Spike breathed in her ear, nibbling on her neck, still rubbing her clit. He needed to hear her say it, for her to want him, desperately.

She in turn felt wired, something had happened, and she couldn’t get enough of him…felt like she would die if she didn’t have him again right this minute………


“You, Gods, I want you…every last little bit of you…all of you…so much, please …I want you, again, inside me, filling me, stretching me, please…I want you so much! Ooooohhhhh – please, PLEASE Spike! I…want…you…ah, please!” she was feeding his ego with a spoon, with all the begging…but boy, she’d swallow her pride for more of what he could dish out…

He moved his arm that had been supporting her around the waist, and commanded her to lie down, She did as she was told, writhing, her hands went to her breasts cupping them.


“You want me?” Spike asked, his thirst to hearing her beg for him was the sweetest music to his ears…his voice raw with his own want, his erection bloated and jutting proudly away from his body.


“Oh, Gods, yes, more than anything, please, PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU!” she held out her arms to him.


Kneeling between her legs, Spike scented his cheek over her sticky thighs, before raising her legs over his shoulders, and suddenly plunging his tongue deep inside her.

She shrieked, oh wow, did she love this! Spike thought, absolutely loving it too, he was merciless, lapping sucking, probing with his cool tongue, Buffy driven insane with her need for him to be inside her again.

Slapping her hands down on the mattress, she was writhing, grabbing handfuls of bedding as Spike awakened new sensations and pleasures from deep within her.

She cried out an exquisite orgasm, deep, hard, and as soon as it diminished, she felt the next building…Spike slid in a finger, rubbing her G Spot with the pad of his finger, his thumb circling her clit, Buffy’s head thrashed from side to side, she was incoherent with want for him.

She groped with a desperate hand, her fingers in his hair, she pulled, eyes wild, she croaked,

“PLEASE!”

Giving her a lopsided grin, he knelt, her legs slipped down to around his waist, he took his massive cock and rubbed it up and down her soaking wet, hot sex.

Buffy bucked up her hips, wrapping her legs even tighter around his waist, trying to pull him in, she begged.

“That’s it, go on” Spike was panting, not taking his eyes off her, he resisted and resisted, teasing, her, sliding the huge bulbous head of his cock up and down her wet labia, even stopping to push her distended clit in his leaking slit.

Buffy sobbed, begged, pleaded, writhed. Spike lay over her, his weight on his forearms, just placed at her opening.

“Want me?”

“Oh, YES, PLEASE, PLEASE, FUCK ME SENSLESS!” He teased her for a few seconds longer.

“Spike, gods, please, I want you…want you so much…fuck me hard, really hard, give me what you’ve got…please – take me NOW!” She sobbed. Mouth by her ear, he whispered,

“Going to take you to oblivion…”

“YES! NOW!”

She thrust up hard with her hips, as Spike thrust inside her. He slipped his arms under her shoulders, and pulled her down onto him so he surged up deep inside her with one long powerful thrust.


“SPIKE!” Buffy nearly blacked out with indescribable pleasure.

“Fucking… Geez……… gods, oh gods, ooooohhhhh hot, hot, hot, oh fuck and … so …tight - Gods!”

He gasped for unneeded breath, His eyes screwed tight shut, his jaw clenched and teeth gritted – fuck, he moved now, and it would be all over before it even started... She must have a fire in her belly, she was so HOT!

Ok…he calmed a little, then he began to thrust hard, fast and deep, Buffy climaxed almost immediately. And he didn’t let up.

She climaxed again and again, each orgasm getting stronger and longer each time, she couldn’t catch her breath, for all the gasping, screaming and crying out in ecstasy.

Spike slowed the pace right down, pulling almost all the way out, before plunging back ball deep, thrusting hard, right to the hilt, his now soaking pubes rubbing her clit to a frenzy.

He could feel himself stretching her, her slick walls clung to him, tight and glorious, wringing out pleasures and sensations he never knew existed.

He’d never been so deep, never had a woman give herself so completely to him before.

Buffy sobbed with complete ecstasy, she bit his neck, raked her nails down his back, leaving raised red welts, she squeezed his butt, trying to push him in deeper still, she bit his neck hard, making him jerk harder inside her.

Spike lifted her legs higher and higher, really opening her up, pushing up into her cervix, he could feel the orgasm building.

His strong-as-an-ox thrusts had her shifting up the bed, until Buffy raised her hand and put her palm flat against the headboard and pushed down, making him go as deep as possible.

She shrieked, he stopped withdrawing, and just pushed up as hard as he could, his toes digging into the mattress, he gritted his teeth, gasped and panted, he knew, THIS was the one he wanted, THE ONE, he pulled nearly all the way out, and then slammed home, right to the hilt, the force lifting her off the bed, he did it again, and again... Buffy grunted!

Spike sort her mouth, kissed her, biting her lips, bruising them, his tongue fighting a duel with hers, he tore his mouth away, felt his balls tighten in their wrinkly sac, felt his shaft swell even more, Buffy felt herself stretch, and she squeezed her inner muscles, working them fast, Spike dropped his head to her neck, Buffy lifted her chin allowing him better access.

“Tell me your mine” Spike panted.

“Yes…oh gods, yes...your…yours…oh I’m yours…make me…so y-y-y-yours!” Buffy gasped out.


“Tell me when I …oh, bite!” She began to really cry out the word ‘yours’, shouting out the best orgasm she’d ever had in her entire life, and when he felt the first involuntary clench of her, Spike turned game face, she felt his fangs slide into her vein, over the scar of the previous bites she’d had, increasing the pleasure for them both ten-fold, and as her hot passion fuelled blood flowed into Spike, he pumped her full with his own cool creamy torrent, again and again…her hot velvet sheath clenched and unclenched, milked him dry, he must have pumped and pulsed at least two dozen times.


Fucking Hell – Fucking Heaven!

He thought he’d never stop pumping, felt like he’d poured a gallon into her. Morphing back to his human guise, he was panting hard, his forehead on her collarbone, never EVER had anything in his whole existence felt as good as that…

Buffy was heaving for breath…colours exploding in her head, stars before her rolling eyes she was boneless, breathless almost, but still mouthing, ‘yours, I’m all yours’, indeed her very brain was now total mush and was leaking out of her ears…she’d never had a multiple, multiple, multiple orgasm before…and OH BOY! Was that a multiple and then some…sated at last.

He lazily licked the twin puncture wounds to mop up the last traces of her ambrosial life giving ichor.


“MINE!”

Spike said possessively. They lay together like that for a while; he was still inside her. Her breathing evened out eventually, she ran a hand through her hair, resting her palm on her forehead.


Spike carefully withdrew, and moved to the side of her, and Buffy immediately cuddled up, and laid her head on his shoulder, her arm around his waist, leg over his.

Totally unexpected by her or him really, he kissed her forehead softly, whispered softly ‘incredible’. Still panting slightly, she smiled, eyes closed, a breathy,

“Yeah” was all she could manage. He knew some line had been crossed, some invisible barrier, it was far, far more than just a…business arrangement now, if you like, Spike had not only thralled her, he’d claimed her, and utterly made her his own…wrapped in each others arms.


Sleep claimed them both. About four hours later, Buffy got up, (with a little difficulty, she was sore!) and went into the bathroom.

She looked in the mirror, moved her hair to see the bite mark. It looked innocent enough, Four times now, she’d been bitten; once by the Master, once by Dracula, once by Angel…Angel.

She hadn’t given him a thought in all this, truth be known, she hadn’t given anything a thought, except the pure unadulterated passion.

Sex.

Not just sex, sex, not even ‘wow’, great sex.

Not even wow, great hot monkey sex, this was…was something on a totally different level…she’d let herself be laid bare, and what was it he’d said…ah, yes, taken to oblivion…and beyond, mate! With a double side of incredibly fantastic!

She sat on the edge of the bath, touched the bite and smiled to herself; another thing he was right about, it had been ‘incredible’, and even that superlative had been an understatement.

She wanted him again…and very soon…she’d realised something; that sex didn’t come any better than that, and never would, not with anybody else anyway.

No mere mortal would have the strength, stamina or his incredible size…and she wanted him again. Again, and again, and again, she wanted him.

They had all day, she thought simply, smiling to herself.
Slipping back into bed, Spike instinctively cuddled up to the warmth…warmth?

– Where? Oh Gods, thankyou! Wasn’t all just a dream - then again, a dream couldn’t possibly have been anywhere near as good…Buffy was tracing lazy patterns on his chest, making Spike groan, a deep rumble in his chest, she slipped lower and lower, outlining his washboard abs with her fingernail, impatiently, Spike grabbed her hand and put it on his massive hardness, and Buffy giggled.

“Does this cock of yours ever lie down and rest?” She giggled again, and dipped her head below the covers, thanking whomever for vampire stamina.

He was going to say, ‘not for long when you’re around’, but his only reply was to gasp and arch his hips up toward her soft, warm, wet sucking mouth…
 

Chapter 5

They emerged from the house at 7.30 pm, showered and totally knackered!

She’d lost count of how many times they’d made love…and orgasms…oh gods!
She felt sorry for every other female on the planet, not being able to experience what she’d had!

They made their way to the Magic Box, Buffy grabbing a bag of fries on the way. She tapped the window of the shop. Giles came and opened the door, locking it behind them.

“Spike, Buffy, I’m glad you’re here, thanks to Spike’s information…(Giles put his glasses on) we know that Dracula’s entourage is staying at the old vineyard lodge in Westfield Valley, there are about 50 minions with him, his ever faithful manservant Igor, is running around like a headless chicken getting everything just so, the vamp himself is due in, in two days time.”

“Giles, the thing that bothers me is, he might recognise me, and he HAS bitten me” Buffy said.

“And he knows me, owes me money, the sod does, 30 guineas! – It was an awful lot in those days…” Spike mused.

“I take it that he more than likely wouldn’t recognise you, though?”

“No, doubt it” Spike said, he’d changed his image a few times since then…

“I could dye my hair, or wear a wig,” Buffy suggested.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, he’d remember your smell, your essence, and probably your name, as you are the slayer, but your face…It would be like Hugh Hefner remembering all the Playboy Bunnies he’s ever seen, he’s used to beautiful women”

Spike said honestly. Buffy smiled and looked down at her feet, slightly embarrassed at Spike voicing the fact he thought she was beautiful.

“Well, I was thinking, and I know this is the part you’re going to strenuously object to, but I’m afraid it needs to be done…Buffy, you’ll have to let Spike bite you………OH - oh”

“Um, last night…I know it needed to be done…………” Buffy mumbled putting her collar right after showing Giles.

“Oh, er, well, um, yes, I see. Good. Right-ho. Erm, sh-shall w-w-w-we begin to train…?” Giles asked.

“How’s your back?”

“Oh, still broken, I think!” Giles said, jovially, but truthfully, he did ache.

“I thought I could do some bag work, then a spot of stamina training” Buffy said. Giles was just about to say he didn’t think he was up to it, when Spike piped up,

“We can fight, if you want, you needn’t hold back with me, and I won’t be afraid to deposit you on your arse…” Spike said grinning.

“Yeah, right, as if” Buffy also grinned.
Giles eyebrows rose, he said,

“This would be excellent…”

Giles sat on the sidelines, and watched as they circled, flipped, and Spike did deposit her on her backside, three times in fact, they sparred for about twenty minutes.

Giles went off to take a telephone call, and Spike caught Buffy around the neck, her back towards him, he growled sexily in her ear, licked her salty skin, making her shiver, then gave her a little kiss on her neck just by the bites.

Buffy groaned erotically, her senses electric, biting her bottom lip, she then grinned, flipped Spike over her shoulder, jumped over him and knelt astride him.

He could smell her arousal and he was rock hard…she was just about to lean in and kiss him, when Giles came in.

“That was Quentin Tra – oh!”

Buffy quickly got up, went bright red, and couldn’t look Giles in the face.

“Quentin who?” Spike said springing up, to jog Giles into saying what he was going to say.

“What…oh, er, erm, er yes, Quentin Travers, he said that the device will be here tomorrow”

“Device” Buffy said.

“To kill Dracula” Giles said.

“Um, yes, I know!” Buffy lied…she couldn’t concentrate, she felt wanton…

“Buffy and I thought that after patrol, we would, um, go through some possible scenario’s, you know, for her to learn how to act…” Spike said.

They hadn’t planned on any such thing, yet, but Buffy knew that she wanted to. Most definitely…

“Good, well, yes it must be done” Giles said.

He could tell, something had obviously happened between these two, usually they couldn’t be in the same room as each other for more than two minutes without the snippy comments and bickering…the spell was working!

“This device” Spike said.

“Yes?”
“Any idea’s as to size, shape, I hope it’s discreet, can hardly hope to hide something bazooka size in her dress, can we?” Spike said.

“Good point, Spike. Giles?” Buffy asked, turning from one male to the other.

“Ah, um, yes, it has several parts, the stake part, is pen sized, then there’s this, and this is the ingenious bit, a handkerchief type thing, that mops up all the dust, then there’s the lead lined box you drop it all in, although the handkerchief will ‘hold’ him for up to twenty-four hours outside the box”

“Good, that means the box needn’t be on us when we do the deed.”

“Erm, Spike, can I have a word…” Giles looked at Buffy and she eventually took the hint, and went off to the back of the training room.

“There could be a problem, Dru might be there” Giles said.

“Dru, where the hell did she spring from?” Spike frowned.

Buffy could her them talking, and when she heard the name ‘Dru’, the stab of pure jealousy that shot through her had to be felt to be believed, she couldn’t help herself, it felt like and electric shock.

Striding back to where they were standing, Buffy announced,

“She won’t be a problem, she comes anywhere near my Sp - I mean, near me, or Spike and tries to um, disrupt things…” looking Spike in the eye, Buffy said,

“Dru is NOT going to come between us – a-a-a-and killing um, Dracula.” She quickly added.

Spike looked at her in a sort of, shocked way…and then said to her via the thrall, ‘hmm, my baby’s jealous…’

“She won’t be a problem…I’ll find out where she’s holed up, and change her mind about going to the party” Spike said grinning.

“If your sure,” Giles said.

Buffy glanced at Spike, she’d HAVE to talk about this to him, and soon.

“We’ll do a quick patrol, then back to mine” She pulled on her coat.

“Shall I come, I could watch you”

“WHAT!!” Buffy, horrified, looked incredulously at Giles, like he was some sort of voyeuristic pervert.

Not thinking at first that Giles only wanted to watch them pretend socialise, as she said.

“Check your mannerisms, your actions…” Giles continued innocently

“OH…No! –Erm, no, Giles, you’ll make me all nervous!” She waved a hand in the air dismissively, colour flooding her face.

“We’ll be fine, Spike’ll tell me what to do,” Buffy said, nodding at Spike,

“Won’t you?”

“Sure”


So that’s what happened. Buffy was super aggressive on patrol, having an unnecessarily vicious fight with a couple of fledges, imagining that they were Dru.

Spike thought that he’d see just how far he could go with making her jealous…

“I won’t stay long tonight, babe, I’m going to seek out Dru”

“NO! Not on your own.” Buffy said, vehemently.

She tucked her stake back inside her waistband.

“What, of course on my own!”

“No, I’ll be with you” Buffy said firmly. She opened the door of the house, and they both went in.

“Don’t you trust me?” Spike asked, eyeing her steadily. Buffy looked at him, smouldered, in fact.

“I don’t trust HER, besides, you were with her for over a hundred years,”

“You worried she might want to…” Spike gave Buffy a wolfish grin.

She didn’t know why she felt so jealous, but she could play this another way…she could fuck him to oblivion tonight, so he wouldn’t have enough energy to do anything with HER, Buffy couldn’t even bring herself to say Dru’s name.

Licking her lips provocatively, Buffy said in a low voice,

“Going for a shower…” And started to undo her buttons on her blouse, giving

Spike a tantalising glimpse of plump breast as she gave him a soft kiss on his mouth, before sexily wiggling her way upstairs, shedding her clothes on the way.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she slipped off her thong and tossed it down the stairs, it landed perfectly on his head, the smell of her arousal was almost overpowering.

Spike bit his bottom lip…he and Dru, didn’t really ever bother too much with sex, she liked the ‘preliminaries’ so to speak, the S&M foreplay, being whipped, simulated rape, objects, being fisted…torture…but the actual act of penetration was never very high up on her agenda with him, it was more of a thing to pass the time than anything to do with love…He heard the shower, and in a flash he was upstairs, undressed and in behind her in an instant.

Buffy had twisted and clipped up her hair, and Spike moulded himself to her back, cupping her baby soft skinned golden breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs, kissing her neck. She smiled…her plan had worked…so far, she could feel his massive hardness pressing against her butt, now all she had to do, was make all thoughts of going to see Dru totally go out of his head.

“Oh…Sp-Spi-ike” She turned, homed in on his mouth, kissing him with utter passion, surprising them both with her intensity and wantonness. Spike’s huge cock, far too big to stand upright, nudged her leg and hip, Buffy dropped her hand to squeeze him gently, before trapping him between her thighs. Turning and pressing her against the wall, Buffy raised her one leg, hooking it over his hip, her calf pulled against his buttock.

His hands leaving her breasts, Spike slipped them under her bottom for support, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, only pausing to put him at her tight wet centre.

Crying out in ecstasy as he slid inside her moist velvet heat, Buffy fluttered her inner muscles, and he took her hard against the shower wall.

Neither lasted long, the thrill of the fight earlier had made them both as randy as hell.

They showered, and quickly dried off, went into the bedroom. Buffy thought she’d make all thoughts of Dru disappear from Spike’s mind; she had a plan.

While he wasn’t looking, Buffy had discreetly pulled out the silky cord from her dressing gown, and threw it by the bed.

She sat, pulled him towards her for a deep kiss; she lay down, and then flipped them, straddling his slim hips.

She reached down and picked up the cord from the floor. Fixing him with a ‘look’, Buffy said,

“Gonna let me tie you up, lover?” Without waiting for an answer, She slipped a silk loop around his one wrist. Finding this so highly erotic, Spike gasped,

“On-only if I can…reciprocate…”

“Count on it…” Buffy breathed, making another loop and snaring his other wrist, tying him to her wrought iron bedstead. As she leaned forward to tie him up, Spike raised his head and caught a nipple between his teeth, it elongated, until he worried it with his tongue and it hardened, Buffy gasped.

“Cheat-Cheating…I’ll get you back for that…” she kissed him passionately.

For two hours she teased him, for the first twenty minutes alone, she totally ignored his massively thick, huge cock, she gave him hickeys on his inner thighs, sucked his balls, licked all over the scrotal sac, nibbled and kissed, teased up and down the narrow seam that divided them, lightly scratched at the sensitive ridge of flesh between his balls and anus where his erection continued, sending Spike delirious with want.

Wetting her fingertip, she teasingly circled it over his anus, in a feather-light touch, making Spike buck and beg.

The huge purplish head of his cock looked fit to burst, shiny, wet, weeping for attention.

Eventually, she delicately lapped at the leaking slit, made little pointy stabs with her tongue tip, licked all around the ridge, before making her soft warm lips into a tight little ‘O’, and slid them forcefully down over the head of his cock, then straight down her mouth to deep throat him.

Spike practically launched himself off the bed, he bucked like a wild thing, with her two small hands, she stood it upright, marvelling at his size, and how she could accommodate him…lapping all around, she traced the veins with her velvet tongue, and pumped her hands up and over the head, giving a twist of her wrist, letting the soft warm palm of her hand slide silkily over the glans, before sliding down the thick shaft again and repeating the action with the other hand.

Spike couldn’t stand much more of this…he gasped…

”Oh gods…I’m…gonna…oh, babe…”

“Come on baby, let me drink you down”, running her tongue around her lips, she then again lowered her mouth to him, and twirled her tongue around the huge bulbous tip, and through half closed eyes, Spike watched, shoulder’s raised off the bed, he held himself rigid, gasping unnecessarily, holding on so tightly to the wrought iron head board, as she pumped him into her open mouth, he jerked as each thick gobbet he spurted onto her tongue, she swallowed and opened her mouth for more, when he collapsed, she gently sucked the tip, her tongue flashing around to catch any precious drop she’d missed.

“Hmm, so delicious…” Again she provocatively ran her tongue slowly along the bottom edge of her top lip, and smiled.

“Oh, Buffy!” Like a cat stalking prey, she crawled up the bed making him stretch for a kiss, she wiggled her delicious hot bottom over his cock, making him rock hard again.

Cupping her breasts and pushing them together, she offered him first one hard nipple, then the other, Spike flashed his tongue over the hard nubs, and the sensation seared its way down to her wet sex.

They both knew that the cord was no prison for him, he could have easily ripped the silken cord…not that he’d even gave such an idiotic idea a thought…


Wanting to feel his cool strong hands on her, she untied him.

He didn’t disappoint or waste a second, as soon as she freed him, his strong muscular arms circled her and he held her close and tight, kissing all the breath out of her.

Buffy held him with equal tightness, her one hand on the back of his head, the other in the small of his shoulder blades.

Pressing her on her back, Spike released one of his arms, and stroked her face.

“What have you done to me?” Looking deep into her hazel eyes, his gaze burned questioningly into her.

Holding him there, his gaze, Buffy said softly,

“I could ask the same, anyway; less talk, more action!”

They began to kiss passionately, kisses so full of need and desire…Buffy grinned wickedly, lay on her stomach, bought up her knees, and waggled her bottom in the air.

Spike couldn’t resist giving the twin globes a firm smack, before he gripped her hips and eased himself inside her from behind.

Buffy screamed and hollered, bucked and pistoned herself back and forward, he reached around and pinched and rubbed her slippery clit, making Buffy shriek and come so hard that he thought she would squeeze dick off!

His eyes rolling back in his head as he held onto her hips so tightly, pushing himself up inside her so deeply, he knew that sex didn’t get any better than this.

Growling low in her ear, his soft lips and blunt teeth nibbling her neck had Buffy begging for him not to stop…

t was sun up before they knew it. They’d made love all night, brought each other to dizzying heights of ecstasy.

Lying in each other’s arms, Buffy said,

“Is it your thrall?” Her voice all cracked and raw from screaming.

“I don’t…it can’t possibly be, I’m not THAT good!” He chuckled modestly.

“Hmm, I beg to differ!” Buffy cuddled up, Spike turned his head, and kissed her softly.

“Besides which, I feel so…”

“So?”

“So…how do I describe it? – The thought of losing you, or you in danger, I, oh Gods!” Spike looked serious

“What?” Buffy leant up on her elbow, looked down into his face, his beautiful face, worried at his serious expression.

“Buffy, I think I’m…”

“What baby, tell me, please, you’re worrying me now.” She ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him.

“I don’t know, connected, attached, I can’t describe it.” He could…but didn’t want to frighten her.

He was falling in love with her; Rapidly, totally and entirely.

Buffy smiled, cuddled up to him once more. One thing was for sure; things would never be the same for them again.

He’d woken something within her, and she didn’t want this to end, because she knew now, she was totally in love with him.
 

Chapter 6


They woke to the phone ringing. It was Giles. Buffy yawned and looked at the clock. It was 12.25pm.

“Is everything ok?”

“Um, yeah!” Buffy said, she felt stiff, ached so good!

“You were going to come here for 11 o’clock”

“Was I, where am I, oh, yes Saturday. Sorry, lost track…She tickled down over Spike’s abs with her nails, till she found his huge hardness, she gave the tip a little tickle with her nail.

Spike growled, making her giggle.

She was aware Giles had spoken, but not what he’d said.

“Hmm, sorry?”

“Buffy, will you concentrate, can you drop a note or a message into Spike for me?”

“He’s here” Buffy said.

“What, how, er, I m-m-mean, um, w-w-w-why?” Giles stammered.

“Oh, we got practicing, it got very late…or rather, you know, early, and um, well the sun came up, so he stayed”

“I-I-I-I-I s-s-see!”
Buffy worked her hand lower, cupping his balls, giving them a gentle tug, massaging them. Spike writhed cross-eyed.

“Well, b-b-b-bring him w-w-when you come, will you, I’ve got a location for him to see Dru”

“Us” Buffy said, carrying on with her ministrations to Spike’s nether regions.

“I’m sorry?” Giles said.

“Us, when WE go to see Dru, he’s not going on his own, I don’t trust her”

“Trust her to what?”

“Um, not trust her to…erm well, she might not be too pleased to see him!”

“Or she might want to get back with him” Giles said, thinking then that their plans would be up the Suwannee.

“NOT ON YOU’RE, erm… um, (she swallowed nervously) no, never. He’s not interested”

“You sound sure”

“I am”

“They were together for-“

“I KNOW! Gods, don’t have to rub, er I mean, trust me Giles…” he frowned, but didn’t say anything else.

“Ok, I’ll see you soon, bye”

“Bye…oh Giles, do we get expenses, coz I need a dress for this party, something expensive and wow” Spike groaned at her massaging hand.

“What was that?”
Grinning, Buffy put her finger to her lips at Spike, he too was grinning.

“Um, what?”

“That moaning?”

“Moaning, don’t…don’t know…bye”

“Bye, oh and Buffy, you can buy a dress, but don’t spen_”

“Thanks, bye” She put the phone down, not letting him finish.

Leaning forward, she kissed the length of his massive manhood. Spike squeezed her shoulder and she looked up, he half sat, reached up and kissed her, pulling her upwards, she lay on top of him, and Spike rolled them so he was nestled between her thighs.

His hand dropping to her smooth sex, he rubbed small circles over her clit, before sliding his finger inside her. Buffy arched into his hand, groaning into his mouth as he claimed breath stealing kisses from her.

So hot, so wet and ready for him, he removed his finger, and sucked it. Lying more on her back,

Buffy put him at her opening, and Spike thrust up sliding over half way inside her. Arching her hips and neck, Buffy cried out, and bucked up to meet his thrusts.

Nothing else in the world mattered to either of them at that moment, except the giving and receiving of their pure, unadulterated passion, Buffy bit Spike’s neck, scratched his back, pulled his hair, squeezed bruises into his butt trying to force him inside her that little bit more, and Spike loved it.

Eventually, when they knew they could hold back the tidal-wave of pleasure that would culminate in the most earth shattering of orgasms for them both, over the groans and moans, the cries of sheer orgasmic pleasure, one phrase repeated itself like a mantra in Spike’s head, till he voiced it.

Screaming for him not to stop, Spike was pounding into her at a furiously fast, hard pace, his super strong thrusts almost lifting her off the bed, Buffy reached and put her hands on his butt, pushed down, forcing Spike as deep as possible inside her.

“Mine…you’re, mine…Buffy…oh, mine, Gods, BuffyBuffyBuffy, OH GODS, YES! – MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE!” Surging inside her again and again, Buffy felt the whiplash sting of his cool fluid rush, every time he pulsed and shot another spurt inside her, he shouted that she was his, over and over.

And Buffy could only agree with him,

“All yours baby…totally yours” She agreed. Spent, sated, heaving for breath, that was…unbelievable…

Spike fell back, he too was panting, out of habit rather than necessity, but OH, MY GODS, WOW! He glanced at her, incredulously.

Lazily she blinked at him, the only thing she was really aware of, was his possession of her.

They were totally lost for words. Slowly, reality came back to her, and she looked at the clock.

“We’d, um, I’d better get up”

“Buffy”

“Yes?” She looked at him, felt a sudden rush of emotion.

“What’s happened between us?” He looked serious.

“I- I don’t…(she looked down on the bed) Then looking at him straight in the eye, she said,

“Something has, I don’t want to analyse it too much, but…I know one thing”
Spike looked at her steadily.

“I don’t want it to…well, you know, end after this Dracula business?” She looked him straight in the eye. Spike closed his and pulled her towards him. He nuzzled her neck.

“Oh Gods, baby! Neither do I baby, neither do I” They sat there a little while, foreheads touching.

***********



Showered and dressed, they made their way to the Magic Box via the tunnels and storm drains.

They emerged into the stock room, and Buffy went up into the shop. It was safe for Spike, there were no customers, or bright daylight, and she went and fetched him. Warming him some blood they kept at the shop for rituals and spells, she had coffee.

Giles told Spike that Dru and Darla were holed up in an old disused warehouse across town, but there was quite a few of them, possibly around thirty, or so, roughly half a clan, made up of various strays from other groups now in decline, thanks to slaying activities.

“Waif and strays, a couple from Clan Aurelius, several that are from Clan Gaius Gerontius, and all that’s left of Clan Deuteronomy” Giles said.
Spike nodded.

“Shouldn’t be a problem. Um, how do you know this?”

“Angel”

“Angel?”

“Yes, thanks to him, well, his outfit of Wesley and there’s a black guy called Gunn, they are responsible for the demise of the clans, nearly wiped out all the nests in LA, apparently” Giles said, voice full of admiration. Spike smiled, and couldn’t resist saying,

“Is that what he told you?” Giles stopped, his coffee mug an inch from his lips, and said,

“Yes, well him and Wesley” he drained his mug, looked at Spike, who just grinned.

“What?”

“Oh, just…they’re not as good as they like to think they are, is all” Spike said. Giles frowned.

“Oh, so are you going to tell me different?”

“What’s this?” Buffy asked.

“Angel” Giles said. Buffy stopped smiling, and frowned.

“What about him?”
Spike answered for Giles.

“Oh, he’s boasting, him and that watcher and vigilantes he has working with him, reckons they’ve wiped out a few clans…”

“And?” Buffy asked

“Well, half of them are living in Norwood now, he might have run them out of town for a while, dusted a few, they re-group, turn a few… but the others, well, they filter back, they always do, look at me, can’t keep away from here…”

Buffy had unconsciously gone and held Spike’s hand, and he had gently moved a tendril of hair from her eyes. Giles blinked at them.

“What?” Buffy asked Giles.

“Erm, noth-, er well, um it’s just that…”

Both Spike and Buffy arched a brow questioningly at him.

“Bu-Buffy, you’re holding…um Spike’s h-h-hand”

“Hmm, oh, er, y-yes, (She coughed) we’re trying to look natural, l-l-like a c-c-c-couple, you know, um these things have to look, natural”

“Yeah that’s it, now, go while I talk!” Spike said play-acting; and smacked her bottom as she walked away.

Buffy turned and smiled. Giles knew, he wasn’t stupid, a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, but there was a definite…frisson? – Something anyway, between them.

He briefly wondered whether he’d gone too far with the spell…Then again, Spike had bitten and thralled her, so maybe…Buffy was a professional. That was it.

Buffy saw Giles give Spike a slip of paper. It was the warehouse address, and she suspected as much, one thing she did know, she’d DEFINATELY be going with him.

Giles went off to serve a customer.

“So, come on, where are they?” Buffy asked, playing with the buttons on Spikes duster.

He knew better than to try the ‘where’s who’ routine, knew it wouldn’t wash with her.

“For me to know…” he grinned. Buffy sidled in close, holding the lapels of his coat.

“You’ll tell me” She looked at his lips, licking her own. Spike stared at her, swallowed, his head moved closer to hers, Buffy reached up on tip toe…their lips parted, eyes closed, and about an inch away from kissing, Giles came round the bookcase and said,

“Hold on, I have a copy h – Good Lord!”

He took his glasses off. As he saw the scene of Buffy and Spike looking for all the world like they were about to…No, couldn’t have.

They jumped apart guiltily. Spike turning to face the wall, he was holding the back of his neck, Buffy going beet-red, bending to pick up none-existent bits up off the floor.

Giles stuttered, and babbled about a book for a customer, reaching to the shelf and taking a small slim volume.

“I-I-I-I th-think th-th-this is w-w-what you’re l-l-l-looking f-f-f-for”

He disappeared from their view, going back to his customer. Grinning, Spike lightly kissed her nose.

“Spike, he’ll…”

“Just have to deal, love, we can say it’s a thrall thing…” Spike looked at her, a looked that dared her to contradict him. She didn’t, just nodded.

“This idea in the first place, came from him, didn’t it?” Buffy reasoned.

“Yup” Spike said, looking at her. He had his head at an angle, tongue in the corner of his mouth, and then he said,

“Gods, you’re SO beautiful” he ran the back of his finger down her cheek, Buffy smiled, big eyed, looked at the floor, then up into his eyes.

“Not so bad yourself, gorgeous, in fact”

They heard Giles ring up on the till, and say goodbye and thankyou to his customer. He came towards the table where they were standing, and heard Spike say,

“S-so, you wouldn’t kiss me first, it um, it always has to be the male, like I said, these rules are archaic, made by males with their pleasure coming first middle and last” Spike said, like he was teaching her.

“Er, r-right, b-b-but what if, say another male made a move on me?” Buffy asked

“Well, it’s accepted, but, he’d have to be of a higher social status than me, and as I’m head of a clan, then I doubt, apart from Dracula himself, there would be anyone there to challenge me…if it were thought that you were my new queen however, no one would challenge, again, except Dracula, if we acted like a honeymoon couple for instance, it’s not considered the done thing for even someone of a higher status to make a move on a honeymoon couple.

On the other hand, if Dracula makes a move on a women, new queen or not, it’s considered an honour, for her and her partner”

“Teaching you well” Giles said, smiling. They must have been training Giles thought.

“S-s-so, you’ll go to the warehouse, when?”

“Tonight, probably” Spike said.

“I’m going with you” Buffy said. Giles was just about to say he would too, when the phone rang.

“Phew, that was close, do you think he believed us?” Spike asked.

Licking her lips provocatively, Buffy mouthed ‘don’t care’ and smouldered him ‘a look’. Spike grinned, but it instantly went when he heard Giles say,

“Angel!………Yes, funnily enough, we were just talking about that” Buffy and Spike looked at one another.

“You would………you will, oh, that’s great, hold on, they’re here, I’ll tell them” Smiling, Giles held the receiver to his shoulder, and called out,

“Its Angel, he and the others are coming over to help us” Buffy and Spike didn’t smile.

“Fucking terrific” Spike said, with as much venom as he could

“Shit!” Was Buffy’s reaction to the news.

Giles chatted inanely, then when he’d finished the call, he came over to them smiling, but could see that neither Buffy nor Spike looked thrilled at the news.
 

Chapter 7


“Giles, why is HE coming?” Buffy asked frowning. All three of them sat down at the table.

Spike put his feet up on the table, lit a cigarette. Giles wasn’t about to admonish him for it, not with the look on his face.

“I don’t want him here” Buffy said, frowning, twisting a tissue in her hands.
Giles looked puzzled. He’d started to worry a little, this spell he’d done…no, it WAS only temporary…

“Why not? He’ll help us to eliminate Dru’s crowd, and-

“And arouse suspicion at suddenly there’s nearly three dozen less on the guest list- it isn’t a huge party, there’s only about 100 guests get invited, and suddenly –bang- a third of the guest list, gone. No, we know why he’s here, one thing, pure jealousy.

It’s the fact that I’m working with Buffy, and he can’t do it – does he know I’ve had to bite her? Coz believe you me, THAT’S going to go down like the fucking proverbial…and if he doesn’t know from you telling him, he’s gonna smell it…”

Spike swiftly took a drag of his cigarette, blew the smoke out angrily.

“Ah” Giles took his glasses off. A customer came into the shop, so putting his glasses back on; he got up to serve them.

“Don’t let him…” Buffy began. Spike looked at her.

If she was to walk away from him now…Spike leaned forward, ground out his cigarette on a saucer.

Buffy covered one of his hands with one of hers, squeezing gently.

“I won’t let him ruin things…for us, I can’t…” Giles came back.

“Can’t what?” Spike asked, ignoring the fact that Giles had come back. Buffy looked at Giles.

“Will you just watch the shop, I need to go down to the stockroom” Buffy nodded.

Giles turned and went, Buffy stood, looked at Spike.

“Can’t let him try and ruin what we have” She kissed him softly, and then went into the shop.

Spike sat back, closed his eyes, relieved.

After Giles had served the customer, he locked up, pulled the shutter down. Coming over and sitting by Buffy and Spike, Giles said,

“Ok, tell me, you think that Angel has an ulterior motive for coming here?”

“Too bloody right. One, he can’t do it himself because they know of his soul. Two. Even if, and I doubt this very much, but, even if this lot at the warehouse with Dru and Darla didn’t know who he was, they would soon be told.”

“You don’t think that they would be pleased to see him, even if he pretended to be Angelus” Giles asked.
Spike laughed.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Darla is Angelus’ sire, Dru has lived with him for longer than I have, they’d know instantly he wasn’t Angelus…besides which, he tried to kill them about four months ago” Spike said.

Both Buffy and Giles frowned, and sat forward. Giles took off his glasses.

“What? H- how, w-w-where?” Giles asked.

“How, burn them, locked them in a warehouse. Where, in LA, torched it after they’d been on a killing spree.”

“How do you know this?” Giles asked frowning, this was news to him. News to Buffy, too.

“Demon bar, word gets round… ‘The Souled One’ as Angel is known, tried to kill his sire, Darla and her friend in a warehouse after they unsuccessfully tried to revert him into being Angelus again”

“How would they have done that?” Spike, pulled no punches, said to Buffy,

“Well pet, you know the curse, he’d have to be happy…Darla used to be a prostitute before she was turned, and she IS his sire…”

All Buffy said, was ‘oh’.

“I didn’t know this, it does put a different reflection on things” Giles said.

“Yes it does, we don’t need him and his clod-hopping size nines or his little band of vigilantes to try and distract Darla and Dru, their very presence alone will arouse suspicion Look Giles, Buffy is a professional.

She doesn’t need Angel acting all jealous because she’s working closely with me, she doesn’t need putting in any more danger than is necessary, either, and knowing him…all I’m saying is, she’d have enough to contend with, anyway”

“We both will, I don’t need Spike in any extra danger either, he might be my only ticket outta there, I couldn’t fight that many vamps at once” Buffy said. Giles nodded, said nothing.

“Well, I know he couldn’t go to the party, but thought he’d be useful helping to distract or get rid of Darla and Dru”

“No, for reasons mentioned earlier” Spike said

“That’s why Spike has had to claim and thrall you, to mask your soul” Giles said.

Buffy realised, she’d been so fired up for him to do it at the time, she hadn’t even questioned why… She nodded. Smiled, and said,

“Bugger him. Let him come, he can see for himself how professional Spike and I can be, then he can go home happy in the knowledge that we’ll do a good enough job, without his help”

Buffy said brightly. Spike smiled.
(That’s my girl, he’ll be as miserable as sin…shall we really play up?) Spike thralled Buffy, who, on hearing this in her head, was still smiling innocently at Giles, but she ran her toe up Spike’s leg.

Giles looked sceptical, looked from one to the other.

“You think Angel seeing you two all…lovey dovey will make him happy?”

“Giles, I couldn’t give a f-…I’m not really bothered WHAT he thinks, there’s a job to do in all this, and WE are going to do it, without any interference from him” Buffy said firmly. Giles looked at Spike. Who smiled.

“Um, it’s a bit late to try and put him off tonight, now, they’re um, already on their way, in fact, they’ll be here in about fifteen minutes, they’ve come in Gunn’s van.”

“Whoop-de-do!” Buffy sarcastically enthused.

Feeling Puckish, Spike scraped his chair back, patted his lap. Buffy grinning, slid on it, slipping her arm around his neck too. Both grinning, they looked at Giles.

He heaved a sigh, rolled his eyes, and took his glasses off, and pinched the bridge of his nose, his elbow resting on the table.

“He’s going to love this!” Giles said quietly to himself, as he went off to make tea.

“No sugar in mine” Spike shouted, then lightly kissed Buffy. Knowing Giles was in the kitchenette part of the shop and couldn’t see them Buffy kissed Spike quite passionately.

He resisted for all of a second, then instead of pushing her away, he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

“I was thinki…oh!” Giles went back into the kitchen.

He was right, there WAS something going on, more than the thrall, more than his bonding spell, an awful lot more, they could hardly keep their hands off each other.

Neither Spike or Buffy had heard or seen Giles, they were too busy wrapped up in themselves.

Spike broke off the kiss, Buffy mewled, wriggled on his lap.

“Babe, please!” Spike stilled her hip with his one hand.

“Can’t help it, I WANT you…I want to make love to you, for hours………”

Mewling, she made him shudder with delight.

She kissed him again. For a second time Giles went to venture out. Gods! They were still at it! He had an idea.

“Buffy, tea?” Giles called. Bringing them both back to the here and now, Buffy shouted ‘yes’.

“I think I better get off your lap” Buffy said, not moving.

“Really want to?”

“No”

“Well then” Spike gave her a little possessive squeeze. Giles came through with the tea, sat opposite them.

“So, are you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Buffy asked

“I have eyes, you two. As in a couple; Not thrall, not acting, coupledom. That, was major kissage, AND you two can hardly take your hands or eyes off each other.” Buffy and Spike grinned.

“Don’t know what’s happened, Giles, neither of us do, but…well, we don’t want it to end.

We’ll not let it interfere with the task in hand, and Spike won’t see me in any danger, as I won’t with Spike, but Angel’s not ruining or trying to ruin things for us, I – We, won’t let him” Buffy said strongly and clearly.
Spike nodded.

“Well, Um, I, er…I’m glad you’ve told me. Now, I wonder if Wesley knows about Angel and this warehouse business”

“I should think that he does, if he’s come to help” Buffy said.

“No, not about where Dru and Darla is now, I meant what Spike told me, trying to burn them.” Giles said, sipping his tea.

“Oh, that, I don’t know, doubt it.” Buffy said, looking at Spike, he shrugged.

Buffy rested her head against Spike’s. Outside they heard three doors slam, and the shop door rattled, then a knock.

Giles got up to answer, Buffy also stood, went to the toilet, when she came back she held her arm out slipped it around Spike’s shoulders, and sat back on his lap.

Wesley was laughing with Giles, who in turn was introduced to Gunn.

“Come through, come through, tea, or coffee?”

The smile left Angel’s face as he came around the bookcase and was confronted by the sight of Buffy sitting on Spike’s lap, their foreheads touching, Buffy giggling.

The other three went quiet when they saw Angel’s face, Buffy and Spike. If looks could have killed…ignoring his Basilisk stare, they didn’t even acknowledge his presence.

“What the Hells going on here?” Angel looked furious

Buffy and Spike had decided to ‘play up’, so, laughing softly, she said to Spike,

“You wouldn’t!”

Spike nodded.

“I Would – try me!” he said sexily; just gazing at her mouth, his tongue tip in the corner of his own.

“Really?” Buffy smiled. Biting her bottom lip, she was getting closer and closer towards Spike’s face, until their foreheads touched...

“Uh huh”

“Ah, you’re sweet!” She caressed his face, gave him several soft little kisses.

“Sweet! Hmm, (kiss) Please, You’ll (kiss) ruin my (kiss) street cred, (kiss) you will!”

Standing in front of them, Angel had his fists clenched.

“Is that Spike, that the vampire?” Gunn asked Wesley, quietly. Wesley nodded dumbly, surprised at their behaviour.

“GET OFF HIM, NOW” Angel shouted

“Windy in here today” Spike said, ignoring Angel.
Angel grabbed Buffy’s wrist.

“Ow!” Buffy disengaged her other arm from around Spike’s neck, and caught Angel a resounding slap, straight across the cheek. Spike put his hands on her hips for her to stand, she stood, so did Spike, grabbing Angel around the throat.

His seat went flying.

“You touch her again, it’ll be the last thing you do” Spike hissed, Gunn pulled a stake; Buffy punched the young black man.

“PEOPLE!” Giles came dashing in.

“You will be civilised!” Giles glared at everyone.

“What the HELL is going on here!” Angel asked, rubbing his throat. Gunn was sitting up on the floor, dazed, slightly open mouthed, moving his jaw from side to side with his hand. Wesley helped him up.

“Who the HELL do you think you are, coming in here, waving stakes around, huh?” Buffy was absolutely furious at Gunn.

“Wow, that was some punch!” Gunn said, still wondering if his jaw was broken.

“Just calm down, everyone” Giles said. It seemed everyone was glaring at everyone else.

“Again, I ask what’s go-“ Angel asked, shaking with anger.

He couldn’t even smell Buffy…Spike’s essence was SO strong on her…they must have been intimate many times over…

“Just shut up, you haven’t got a say over things here. Now, I don’t know why you’ve come but you can just turn around, and toddle right back to whatever stone you crawled from under” Buffy shouted.

She was holding Spike’s hand. He righted the fallen chair, and sat back down. Snatching up Gunn’s stake, Buffy angrily crushed it to matchwood, letting the bits fall through her fingers. Gunn was big eyed, and he pressed his back into the seat, totally scared of her.

“Please, everyone, just sit down” Giles said.

“I want to know what’s…” Angel asked, refusing to sit at first, his hands still curled into tight fists.
Giles put his hand on his shoulder.

“Angel, sit, all will be explained.”
 

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