DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and many other entities who have the privilege of owning a chunk of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise.

Rating: NC-17
Author: Me, Mishka - Missmishka@aol.com
Distribution: Here only so far. Any place/one interested in putting the fic on their site, just let me know when and where and keep all things as is.

Summary: Rewrite of "Gone" where Buffy and Spike are carrying on a bit too much to fool Xander when the ‘whelp’ arrives at the crypt where the vampire shagging the invisible Slayer. The cat, as they say, gets out of the bag and the Scoobies are faced with a Spuffy relationship. Story will be mostly PWP (porn without plot)

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Still fuming from yet another unsatisfactory meeting with Buffy Spike sits in his comfy old armchair watching a ‘horror movie’ on the telly. A blonde little bit that looked like his Slayer, if he squinted and looked at her just so, was being terrorized by a big nasty creature. Like every other flick along these lines the stupid bint runs right into the room Spike was telling her not to and starts screaming about "The blood. Oh, my God, the blood" and his stomach grumbles at the mention of the rich red liquid he thrives on.

Rising from his comfortable perch he makes his way over to the refrigerator where he stores his blood supply and opens it to pull out a mason jar filled with pig’s blood. He’s just unscrewing the lid and preparing to take a gulp when his senses tell him he’s no longer alone in the crypt. There’s a noise at the door and he turns to look in that direction. Seeing the barrier standing open, but no one else in the crypt with him he places the jar up on the fridge and moves slowly toward the entrance to investigate.

"Whatever beastie you are," he says warningly as he tries to locate the thing his senses continue to tell him is somewhere inside the crypt, "I know you’re here. And I hurt beasties," he senses something nearby and stops to focus on identifying or locating the demon. "Hey, watch it," he snaps and whips around when he feels a hand skim over his lower back then grab hard onto his black denim covered ass.

The touch is quickly gone as he continues trying to locate the culprit. When the television is suddenly switched off he sighs and looks in that direction.

"A ghost, is it?" he asks as he still can’t locate anything visually. "Go and haunt the living like a good spirit," he snaps and moves toward the tv.

He feels the bugger move closer again and stops in his tracks. Again he feels an invisible hand briefly touch on his body, brushing his stomach then moving around to stroke over his butt then again skating over his stomach. The thing is circling him and he takes a moment to predict it’s next move then tries to grab it in a headlock. Instantly his arm is grabbed by the spook and used to whip him around and throw his body against a wall.

Gasping for the unnecessary air the impact knocked from him he tries to lunge at the annoying bugger, but the thing shoves against his chest to keep him pinned where he is. His mouth opens to curse, but he snaps it shut as he feels hands gripping the front of his black shirt seconds before the garment is torn open with buttons flying wildly around the room. Again he opens his mouth to tell this bastard off but no sound emerges as he feels warm fingers running over his face then down his neck over his shoulders and chest, now exposed by his gaping shirt.

His startled blue eyes look down at his body and he frowns as this situation seems a little bloody familiar, except for the fact that he can’t see his assailant. Moist, hot little lips press against his Adam’s apple then teeth nip at his right shoulder before a gritty tongue flicks slowly over his left nipple. A gasp escapes him as the tongue swirls around the nub of hardening flesh before it’s suckled on lightly.

"Buffy?" he has to ask as this is so like the things she does when she's playing with him.

"I told you," he hears her voice, knows it’s her and feels his cock swell to press painfully against the button fly of his jeans. "Stop trying to see me."

He can do nothing but grunt as she yanks him away from the wall and spins him toward the chair he’d been sitting in.

"Bloody … What … Buffy?" he says in confusion as the remains of his shirt are removed and he’s knocked sideways into the chair with his legs hanging over one arm.

"Pick a sentence and complete it, Spike," she orders as she rakes her fingernails down his chest then begins yanking his boots off.

"Buffy?" he gulps as hands that feel like hers run up his legs after his shoes are removed.

"You know many others who’ll do this?"

Immediately following the question he feels a pressure against his groin and a few twisting motions before the first button fastening his pants closed pops open. He identifies a nose and chin as the things pressing against him and realizes she’s opening his jeans with her mouth as she did once in the past to get him going.

"Why can’t I see you?" he asks, disgruntled at not being able to see her angelic face buried against his crotch as she uses her wicked little mouth to free his cock.

"I’m invisible," she says and he feels her move away with only half his buttons unfastened.

"Figured that out myself, luv," sensing that she’s not going to finish the unveiling he shifts to sit in the chair and looks around trying to locate her. "How’d you pull that off?"

"Dunno," she suddenly tackles him and the chair tips backward tumbling them both to the ground behind it. "I think," she straddles him and grinds herself against his erection, "that I," her lips press against his then move away before he can respond, "want," he tries to grab on to her and pull her lips back, but she grabs his wrists and pins them to the floor, "to play a game."

"You," he glares up in the direction he images her face to be and tries to break her hold, "play too many bloody games," he manages to reverse their positions and lays flat on top of her squirming but unseen body to keep it in place. "I think we need to talk."

"Really?" he knows if he could have seen it the look on her face as she asks that question would have told him trouble was on the way. "You want to talk instead of," her hips wiggle against his then move back to create some space for her hands to get between their bodies and unfasten the rest of his button fly, "this?" her nimble little fingers free his length and begin stroking it.

She skillfully pushes back his foreskin and brushes her thumb over the sensitive tip she exposed. With a groan he drops his head down and feels it press against the soft, smooth skin of her cheek. Her head turns and he feels her mouth against his. It’s moist and parted and his eyes drift shut as her tongue moves to stroke over his lips then dive into the moist cavern beyond when he parts them for her to enter. Her hand leaves his cock as she wraps both her arms tightly around his shoulders and slides her fingers into his hair to hold their mouths together as the kiss deepens and their tongues twist against each other in their mouths.

When she slowly rolls him onto his back he offers no protest until the scheming bitch suddenly removes her lips from his and is gone from his hold.

"Buffy," he growls with his hands feeling their way over the space around him to try and locate her there.

"I wanna play a game," she says from nearby.

"Seems to me you already are, pet," he snaps and sits up with his dick jutting out from his gaping jeans.

"Don’t you wanna play with me?" little shuffling noises reach his ears and tell him she’s again moving in close.

"Don’t I always play your bloody games?" he asks casually as he focuses intently on those noises to try tracking her steps. "Ha," his left arm flies out and his hand comes into contact with her leg.

"Hey," she kicks his arm away before he can grab onto her. "That’s cheating."

"Is not," he pouts and tries to tell if she's moved away again.

"Is too," he hears her right behind him seconds before she wraps her arm around his neck and tightens it in a chokehold.

"Bitch," he pries at her arm and jumps to his feet when he breaks the hold. "Ok," he pants and glares at the spot he’d been. "What do you want to play this time?"

"Ever heard of Blind Man’s Bluff?" he hears her ask seconds before his unfastened jeans are yanked down to bunch around his calves.

"Yes," he hisses angrily as he’s forced to remove the last of his clothes instead of lunging at her.

"I think we can forego the blindfold given our current situation," she says with a laugh from the entrance of his crypt while shutting the door. "All you’ve gotta do," he can tell she’s moving toward him as she speaks and tries to pinpoint her exact location, "is figure out where I am then come get me."

"And?" he frowns in concentration as she’s moving away from him toward the hole down to the lower level.

"And what?" he whips around as he now hears her behind him.

"What’ll I get," he begins feeling the air around him and moving toward her voice, "when I get you?"

"You get me," he stops in his tracks as something hits his face, "all naked and ready to do whatever you want."

Something else hits his chest and he realizes she’s removing her clothes and throwing them at him. The first item he identifies as her jacket and the second is a shirt. A smile curls his lips as he thinks this game may actually be fun for them to play again when he can actually see her stripping.

"I get any hints where you are?" he creeps forward in the direction the garments had been thrown from.

"Like this?" something hard thumps into the side of his left thigh and he recognizes the feel of one of her big clunky shoes hitting his flesh.

"I was thinking along the lines of talking to me," he growls and changes direction to stalk toward his left.

"I’ll do that," another shoe hits his back, "when I’m out of ammo."

He twirls around just in time to get her the heavy denim of her jeans thrown in his face. She laughs at his growl and after a moment he feels something trailing slowly up his chest before being waved in his face. He snatches at the thing and feels a bit of moist satiny material in his hand.

Her knickers, he realizes with a smile as he lifts the unseen panties to his face and inhales the traces of her arousal on the material.

"You’re wet," he lets the item fall from his hand and focuses his sense of smell on tracking the musky scent of her arousal to help locate her.

"Like you wouldn’t believe," he sees one of the candles set up along a window in the crypt begin levitating. "You have no idea how good you look like that," the candle suddenly flies through the air toward his head and he ducks to avoid it. "All cute and sexy and naked and horny and angry," she giggles. "I bet," she picks up another candle and begins tossing it from hand to hand, "you wanna smack my ass for this," the candle is quickly thrown at him like the other.

"I’ll beat it raw, you vixen," he dodges projectile and the others that follow until they’ve all been hurled in his direction then he lunges toward the window only to find she’s clearly fled the area. "Chain you to the bloody bed for a week," he growls promisingly. "Like to see you do a flit from that."

"Mmm, stop. All that bondage talk is turning me on," she breathes suddenly into his ear from behind him then there’s a giggle as he grabs nothing but air when he spins around. "I may have to get started without you if you don’t stop playing around," a book is picked up and thrown at him, "and get me already."

The gloves were officially off with that. They wrecked his place with her throwing anything she could get her hands on at him to show him where she was or to keep him from grabbing onto her.

In the final stages, his television was knocked over, but luckily didn’t break and he got a bite on the butt for taking a moment to bend down and check on the precious possession. It was her childish reaction to that move on his part that got her caught. Instead of rearing back in outrage at the nip he remains bent over and grabs out behind himself with both hands until he finds flesh.

"Gotcha," he purrs in satisfaction as his hands keep a firm grip on her unseen body and move upward until he has one tangled in her hair.

"’Bout time," she sighs as he straightens and turns with his hand still gripping it's prize to keep her from bolting again.

Before he’s even fully facing her she’s knocking his hand away and shoving him to the ground with her body falling atop his on the crypt’s floor.

"I thought," he groans as her hands begin roaming frantically over his flesh while her mouth presses against his, "that," he turns away from her kiss to speak and she easily diverts her attentions to his neck, "when I got you I got to do," her mouth latches on to his right nipple as she straddles his thigh and rubs her wet pussy over his skin, "what I wanted."

"You don’t like this?" she wraps a hand around his cock and strokes up and down his length while her teeth nip at his left pec.

"Not," her thumb brushes over his slit, spreads the drop of moisture there and he hisses with pleasure, "the point, luv," he groans.

"Didn’t we have this discussion already today?" her hand tightens painfully on his shaft. "Don’t," he cries out in protest and smacks at her clenching fingers on his organ, "call me ‘love.’"

"Right," he finds her head again and tangles his fingers in her hair while rolling them until he was on top of her invisible body. "What was it we decided on, then? My little goldilocks?" he strokes the strands wrapped around his digits then frowns when he notices a difference in them. "Bloody hell," he sits up and yanks her upright with him as his hands run repeatedly over her head. "You cut your hair?"

"Uh … yeah," he feels her hand brush against his over her head. "It actually looks pretty good," she threads her fingers through his and moves their hands away from the new do. "You mad?"

"That what I’m supposed to be?" he pulls their joined hands toward his face and finds her arm with his mouth to begin kissing his way up the soft limb. "’Cause I’m not," his mouth moves up over her shoulder until it finds her neck and begins sucking on the flesh there. "There is nothing you could do to yourself," he moves up to her jaw and seeks out her lips, "that’ll make me stop wanting or loving you, Buffy," he joins their mouths together softly to emphasize the love he feels for this confounding woman.

"You can say that," she pulls her mouth away and her hands gently stroke over his face, "after all I put you through?"

Wishing he could see into her eyes to have this moment he settles into an almost comfortable sitting position on the hard floor then pulls her into his lap with his hands moving to cup her chin and keep her from looking away from him even though he can't see her.

"I can say it, because of all you’ve put me through," one hand drifts along her unseen cheek to sink into her now short hair. "All the hurts and insults and denials I put up with prove to me it’s love and it’s never going to change," he leans forward to brush his mouth over hers "Otherwise," he pulls back with a grin, "I would’ve killed you by now for being such a bloody bitch."

"I’m being serious here," she says poutily as her fist smacks lightly into his shoulder.

"I know," he hopes he’s looking into her eyes as he says this. "I am, too, but we’re not going to have this talk until I can see you."

"Do you have to see me?" he feels her face nuzzling against his shoulder.

"Yes," his hands find her back and begin stroking up and down her spine. "I’ve got to see your eyes and face and know you’re really listening to what I say."

"I’m listening now," her lips move against his skin.

"I don’t want to talk now," he nudges her head back and finds her lips. "I’ve got you," he shifts their bodies until she’s lying beneath him, "all naked and ready to do," their mouths meet briefly as he positions himself between her thighs, "whatever I want."

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To be continued …

Chapter 2:

With Spike’s words still ringing in her ears Buffy allows her lips to curl into a satisfied smile his beautiful blue eyes can’t see.

"Well then," she wraps her arms around his neck and brings their mouths together again while rocking her wet core against his shaft as it pressed against her, "whatever," she moves her lips to his ear and sucks on the earlobe until a shudder of pleasure races through his body, "do you want to do with my body?"

"You want told," he twists his ear from her lips and runs a hand down his body to wrap around his cock to nudge the broad tip against her hole, "or shown?"

"Both," she shivers at the cool hard feel of him against her heat.

"Both?" his scarred eyebrow does that infuriating arching thing that often makes her wish for a stapler or something to keep the thing pinned down so he couldn’t give her that smirky condescending look.

This time she found herself smiling even more at the look and reaching up to stroke her fingertips over the scar.

"Yeah, both," she sighs and relishes the freedom she feels with him not being able to see her and her, therefore her not having to conceal her emotions when they’re like this. "I love your voice."

"That all you love?" he teases her by sliding two inches of his shaft into her then removing it.

"No," she moans and bucks up with her hips to silently demand that he bury himself inside her. "I love your lips and eyes and hands and ass," she grins impishly and smacks his taut little bubble butt with one hand then grabs on to a cheek to try pushing him down into her. "And," she bites back a laugh at his exclamation at her actions, "I love your body," her eyes run over his chest down to his dick as it hovered just above her opening. "Especially," she moves her hand from his butt around to stroke his hand as it was still encircling the base of his shaft, "your cock."

He tsks down at her in the way he always does when he’s pleased by something she’s done or said.

"Such a dirty lil mouth on you for a Slayer," he leans down and she can tell he’s searching for her lips so she lifts her head up to touch them to his.

He braces himself up on his elbow and moves his hand to hold her head still as he gets into the kiss, his lips at first velvety soft then hardening against hers. His tongue delves into her mouth to trace over her every tooth then venture in further to grind against her own tongue. Loving these kisses – soul kisses, she thinks they’re called and she can’t help but think it a very apt title even if he has no soul to involve in the embrace – that just make her feel like heated honey inside she moves both her hands to the back of his head with a moan to lock their mouths together as much as possible.

She’s so immersed in their tongues twirling and tangling together in her mouth that she doesn’t even realize that he’s finally thrust into her until the incredible sensation of fullness and completion travels slowly from her womb all the way up to her hazy mind.

"Spike," she reluctantly pulls her mouth from his to gasp for breath as her body clenches around his length embedded so deeply inside her.

"Christ, I love that," he holds himself still inside her as her Slayer muscles work over his cock in welcome and encouragement of his invasion. "Harder," he finds her shoulder and bites at it. "Again," he groans when she deliberately squeezes her inner walls around him.

"Spike," her fingers slide down to his shoulders and curl into the firm flesh there. "Fuck me."

He lifts his head to give her that look again, with the arched brow and smirking lips, but she doesn’t care. She forgets that he can’t see them and silently begs him with her eyes to take her hard and fast to this first of what she planned to be many orgasms.

"Please," she writhes beneath him and bites his shoulder while raking her short fingernails down his back.

"Want it hard?" he pulls his hips back then slams them back against hers with a sharp slap of their flesh meeting and a penetration so deep she was sure he hit her cervix.

"Yes," her fingers dig into his skin as they so love to do to mark him when they’re like this.

"Fast?" he withdraws then drives back into her quickly.

"Yes," she bites at his neck and jaw up to his lips, but he won’t let her kiss him.

She whimpers and cries out in shock when he suddenly takes his shaft from her and moves away to kneel between her widespread legs, sitting back on his heels with his chest heaving with breathes he didn’t need and his hand stroking his cock.

"You fuck me," he looks straight into her eyes with the order and she wonders briefly how he managed that before scrambling to her feet.

Her hands go to his shoulders for balance as she stands straddling his thighs and slowly begins lowering herself to kneel astride him. His hands find hers on his shoulders and move slowly up her arms then down her sides to rest on her hips and help her settle into place atop him. With his help she’s able to remove one of her balancing hands to run it down his lean chest to wrap around his shaft and guide it back into her core as she sinks completely down onto her knees.

On to him.

A moan escapes her as she rests all her weight on him and feels him go all the way up inside her.

"Christ, tha’s tight," he groans in perfect harmony with her moan.

With a smile he can’t see she concentrates on working her muscles rhythmically over him in a way she knows drives him crazy. Feeling like a total sex Goddess she watches his eyes roll back in his head before his eyelids clench shut and he grinds his teeth together to fight the pleasure her inner squeezing gives him.

"Talk to me," she whispers as she lifts herself a few inches up his length then relaxes her legs to slam back down against him with a jarring bounce that makes her small breasts jiggle and her newly shortened strands of hair shift around her face.

"What do you," his eyes flutter open and look at her all deep and blue like an ocean inviting her to dive into it’s depths and get lost in the enveloping waters, "want me to say?"

"Anything," she raises and lowers herself on him again, more slowly this time to memorize the feel of his cock sliding against her wet, tightly gripping walls. "Tell me you love me," she orders as she stares into those incredible eyes and feels herself willingly begin to drown in his passionate gaze.

"I love you, Buffy," he complies with his hands moving over her invisible body until his fingers are tangled in her hair and he’s holding her head still and aimed at his as if she’d want to look anywhere else just then.

"Tell me what you love," she leans forward to lightly kiss his lips as she continues to ride him slowly but surely toward orgasm.

"Everything," he groans and tightens the hold of his fingers to hold her in place and deepen the kiss for a moment. "Your mouth," he licks at said mouth then pulls back to look at where he knows her eyes to be when they’re close like this. "Your eyes when I can see them," one corner of his mouth kicks up at his inability to see them now. "Your hair," his fingers stroke through the silky strands. "Your face," his fingers feel blindly over her unseen features and she smiles when they touch her lips. "Your smile," she nips at his stroking fingers as they trace said smile. "Your neck," his fingers trail down her throat. "Bloody tempting neck, you’ve got," he finds her pulse beating rapidly beneath her skin and smiles before moving on. "Your shoulders," his hands run out over the rather bony feature, "you carry so much on these fragile little things and it never weighs you down. Not for long, at least," he leans forward to kiss each shoulder. "Your strength," his hands stroke down her lightly muscles arms. "Your power," he kisses the side of her neck. "Your dainty little hands," he threads his fingers through hers when his wandering hands find hers. "Your ripe lil titties," his mouth moves over her upper torso until it finds a breast to briefly suckle on. "Hard little nipples to play with," he nips at a nub, "roll like little berries on my tongue," he drags his tongue over her areola. "Love your tiny little waist," his hands leave hers to blindly find their way to her waist. "Can almost wrap my hands around it."

"Can not," she giggles as he tries to encompass her midsection with his hands and ends up just tickling her sides.

"I love your laugh," he grins wickedly and deliberately runs his cool fingers up and down her sides to elicit more giddy noises at the tickling sensation. "Want to make you do it all the time," his touch and tone grow serious. "I wanna make you happy," he runs a hand up her body until it finds her chin to grip so he can be sure she’s looking at his face. "If I could take away all weight the world puts on you and bear it myself, I would," his other hand rises to stroke her shoulder. "If I could right every wrong, give you every joy you could ever think to wish for and show you Heaven here on Earth, I would. I will," he pulls her toward him, "if you let me try," his lips find hers and a tear falls down her cheek at what he’s saying.

"You do," she confesses softly against his lips. "You do show me Heaven on Earth," she sniffles and strokes his cheek wishing he could see what she’s feeling in her eyes, but glad that all her secret emotions aren’t revealed to him just yet, "when we’re like this. It’s never," she lets him feel the emotional tears now wetting her face at the proof of his love, "ever been like this before."

"Don’t," he finds her cheeks and wipes at the tears. "Don’t do this now," he whispers almost pleadingly.

"Do what?" she stills the continuous motions of her hips, fearing he doesn’t want her to feel what she’s feeling.

"Tell me these secrets," he finds and kisses her mouth.

"I want to tell you, though. Why not now?"

"I have to see you when you say this, luv," he runs his fingers into her hair and looks over her face in search of eyes he can’t see. "I have to know it’s not a bloody dream."

"Does this," she clenches her core around him, "feel like a dream?"

"Yes," he groans and jerks his hips up against hers. "So many dreams," he drags his hands down her torso to her waist, "I’ve had like this. So real," he begins guiding the up and down motions of her body. "Can shut my eyes and feel you like this when you’re not here. See you riding my cock like this, your body moving and those lush little tits bouncing. Can see you under me, taking it hard and deep up in ya," a growl starts deep in his chest as he leans back and starts bucking hard up into her. "Every dream," she follows his cue and begins bouncing up and down on him, "’s so real I believe you’re really here, that we’re really doing it," their bodies are churning together toward climax, "right up until I wake up with nothing but my own bloody hand making me come."

"I … mmm … Spike," she tries to confess but finds it difficult as his hand finds it’s way into the curls at the apex of her thighs and his thumb easily locates her clit. "I have," she presses her forehead against his and pants for breath as he circles and grinds against the sensitive nubbin with his callused digit, "those dreams too."

His thumb slowly stops moving and his hips stop thrusting up to meet hers when they slap down against him as her words sink in.

"You do?" he asks hopefully.

"Every night now," she feels at ease to confess with him unable to see that there’s more to her statement than the words say. "Dream of what we’ve done and do and can do the next time we’re together," she buries her face against his shoulder.

"You think of the next time?" he pulls her head back to stare at her then curses when he again sees nothing where her expressive face or revealing eyes should be.

"Yes," she answers with her hands stroking his face in hopes of conveying her sincerity.

"You little liar," he growls dangerously in her ear. "I knew," his hands find her hips and slowly pull her off him, "all that bloody talk," he positions her on all fours before him and she shivers as his glistening length nudges against her entrance, "’bout never doing this again was bull. Told you," he eases his length inside her, "you couldn’t do without this," his hands grip her hips firmly as he draws back then drives his cock into her hard, "after having it. You knew," she shudders and claws at the floor beneath her palms as he begins pounding into her, "just like me," he slides a hand up her side to latch onto a breast, "that this is real and going to keep happening. Didn’t you?" he leans over her back and nips her shoulder.

"Yes," she moans with pleasure at his actions and a bit of pain at the way her bare knees scraped over the hard stone.

"You love this, don’t you?" he locates her clit and takes it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Yes," she gasps as her bones are liquefied by his actions and her arms give out causing her to collapse forward until her forehead is pressed against the floor.

"Come back here," he groans and slows his thrusts as his hands locate her invisible shoulders to pull her to a kneeling position in front of him with her shoulders against his chest and her arms wrapped up around his neck. "God, I’d love to see you like this," he runs his hands over her arched torso, making her moan and arch further to press against his fingers. "We get you visible again," his face nuzzles against the back of her head and shoulders until he finds the slender column of her throat, "I’m gonna take you like this again. In front of a mirror so I can see every move of your body as I take you."

"I won’t," she tips her head to the side with a moan, "I won’t be able to see you."

"You’ll have to consider that revenge," he takes her breasts into his cool hands and fondles them for a long moment before moving one hand down to tangle in the curls between her legs then find her clit again, "for this."

"Spike," she whimpers and gives a pout he can’t see. "That’s not fair," she gasps as his fingers glide over where their bodies are joined to slick themselves up then move back up to slip and slide around the engorged nub of flesh nearby. "I didn’t ask to be invisible," his blunt teeth bite at her neck and she clenches her eyes shut to fight the urge to come now, "it just happened."

"Bloody convenient for you, though, innit?" there’s a hint of hurt and anger in his tone as he stills his arousing touches.

"Spike, please," she curls her hands into the back of his head and writhes against him craving fulfillment. "Don’t stop," she twists her head around to find his lips and lick at the soft folds. "Please, don’t stop," she grinds and bucks back against him as much as she can in this position. "Talk later."

"Damned right we will," his mouth claims hers with bruising force as he suddenly begins a full assault on her heightened senses.

She’s left quivering and gasping against him as his entire body becomes focused on pushing her toward climax. His mouth says the most deliciously sexual things between licking, kissing and nipping at her neck and shoulders. His fingers rake over every inch of her body they can reach between giving her nipples and clitoris painfully pleasurable squeezes and tugs. His cock drives into her then drags slowly out to be shoved in with a tiny move of his hips that sends the tip scraping along different nerve endings in her channel each time. His whole body flexes and undulates behind her. Every patch of skin on her body is sensitized in ways she never would have thought possible until the moment she felt his nipples brush against her back and pleasure shot through her whole being just like it did when he touches her most private parts.

In her mind, behind her tightly closed eyelids, she can picture this moment. She can see herself submissively latched on to the front of his body. On her widespread knees with her femininity exposed to anyone who cared to be looking with her arms upraised and clinging to him as he takes her like a rutting animal. She hears her own moans and gasps and whimpers and kittenish mewls of pleasure at his pounding thrusts and roaming hands as well as her increasingly labored pants for breath to fill her tightening lungs. She hears his grunts and groans and feral growls of pleasure and possession intermingled with the noises she makes and the sounds make the images in her head more vivid and arousing.

They sound wild and uninhibited and out of control and fully in the throes of extreme passion and she can so easily see them like that. Jerking and shuddering and clinging and taking and giving and forgetting that anything exists in that moment but them and this blind, essential race to the all too brief oblivion of mind-numbing ecstasy.

Then it’s upon them both simultaneously and she cries out his name with all limited abilities of speech she is reduced to as her mind is shut down by her clenching and releasing and convulsing and shuddering and uncontrollable body. She hears him shout out her name with the same inability to say more as he jerks and spasms against hers, fingers gripping the flesh in his hands with bruising force as he’s unaware of anything but the pleasure rushing through his taut body while his cock fills her hot grasping core with cool, soothing come.

Somehow they hold their pose and remain on their knees, leaning weakly against each other for support as incredible aftershocks grip their systems and make them cry out with moans and groans until they’re both finally truly spent for the time being.

At that moment his arms wrap around her and they collapse together onto their sides to the floor with bone jarring thuds on the unforgiving cold stone.

"Owie," Buffy groans when the feeling of the impact reaches her still hazy brain seconds later.

"Soon ‘s I can walk again," Spike slurs a bit behind her, "we’ll take this downstairs."

"Don’t think I can walk again," she snuggles into his body. "Don’t wanna."

"I’m to carry you, then?" his chest jerks with a scoffing laugh. "Knew you’d be one of them high maintenance chits."

~*~

 

Chapter 3:

"This place needs carpeting," Buffy groans as Spike pulls her up off the stone floor of the crypt and she rubs at muscles sore from lying on the cold hard surface.

"You’d be complaining about rug burn then, wouldn’t ya?" his hands slide experimentally over her figure until he’s got a good hold on her invisible body to pull her against him.

"I was not complaining," she nips his shoulder and pinches his butt. "Just sayin’ this floor needs coverage by something softer than solid rock."

"If that’s the way you feel maybe next time you’ll wait to jump my bones in a more comfortable location," he finds her bare bottom to give it a slap and make her jump.

"If you’d been downstairs sleeping the day away like a normal vampire we would have had a comfy locale, but you weren’t so it’s your fault we did it up here instead of that nice big bed," she feels him growing hard against her stomach and rubs her body against his.

"And you couldn’t wait that extra minute or two for us to relocate to my bed?" his hands stroke over her back and lightly squeeze her ass to pull her tighter to him.

"Again with the ‘it’s your fault,’" she smiles and strains upward to press her mouth against his. "You with the putting your hand in my pocket and getting me all excited this morning."

"Just gettin’ my lighter, luv," he tips his head forward to smile and kiss her back. "Don’t blame me for where I found it."

"You coulda just asked for it instead of getting all gropey," she nips his soft lower lip then runs her tongue slowly across it.

"Did ask for it, didn’t I? And you, you lousy li’l liar, play all cool with that ‘haven’t seen it’ line of bull," he catches her tongue in his mouth and distracts her with a slow deep kiss.

A moan escapes her as his lips move away from her to feel their way down to the pulse pounding just under her jawline. Her hands slide up his back and tangle in the short bleached strands of his hair to encourage him as he sucks lightly on the sensitive patch of skin he’s found. His blunt teeth nip at the pulse point before he suckles harder at the flesh and she whimpers as the simple gesture sends pleasure shooting straight through her body to add to the growing ache between her legs.

"Spike," she sighs as he licks down her neck to nip and suck at the spot where it meets her shoulder. "I wanna play another game," she closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy his teeth and tongue moving across her skin then pulls away.

"Bollocks," he groans as she moves beyond his reach. "You’re all about bloody games. One of these days I will tire of playing them," he warns.

"You liked the last one didn’t you?" she asks while moving to the hole in the floor between levels.

"Obviously," he searches the crypt for a sign of her location.

"You’re gonna love this one," she promises. "A quick and easy game of hide and seek. You just count to ten then come find where I’m hiding."

"Yeah, that’ll be just as easy as the last bloody game," he sighs in frustration.

"This game’s different ‘cause once I find my hiding place I can’t and will not move so when you’ve found me, you’ve found me," she smiles as she thinks of the hiding place she’s planned.

"Fine, but no more games after this," he orders.

"No more games, just our usual shagging till we can’t feel our bones anymore," she promises as a tingle runs through her at the memory of such ‘shagging.’

"Fine, go find you’re bloody hiding place," he sighs again.

"You’ve gotta count out loud up to ten," she informs him with her foot slipping through the hole in the floor to find the first rung of the ladder to his bedroom.

"One," he growls in response. "Two," she smiles and hops down to the lower level to get to her hiding spot.

~*~*~

"Three," Spike continues counting while moving toward the hole in the floor where he was pretty sure he’d just heard her go. "Four," he focuses his attention on the lower level and hears rustling noises to indicate she had indeed gone there. "Five," he smiles and begins mentally going over every potential hiding place downstairs. "Six," there were a few sarcophaguses to hide behind, he’d have to check around those. "Seven," his makeshift bathroom would need scanned. "Eight," all around his bits of furniture, probably couldn’t fit under his bed, though. "Nine," he sighs and decides this place has too many bloody hiding places. "Ten. Ready or not here I come," he announces loudly then drops down through the hole in the floor.

His blue eyes quickly search the chamber around him the second he touches down on one of the many oriental rugs covering the ground. He stands up straight and blinks at what he sees when he looks toward the bed.

"That’s you’re hiding place, pet?" he scoffs and moves toward her.

"Didn’t I say this would be easy?" he watches the blankets she’s laying under on the bed shift as she stretches then props herself up on her elbows, pressing her breasts into the covers so the hard tips were clearly outlined.

"Indeed you did," he leans casually against the bottom right post of his four poster bed and runs his gaze over what he can see of her body.

"So," the sheets shift to show her parting her legs and wiggling her hips invitingly, "you gonna just stand there or you gonna come join me at some point?"

"Bit of both," he smiles and remains where he is until she stops squirming.

"Well that’s no fun," he can hear the pout that’s most likely shaping her lips.

"What? You expected me to find you like this and just rush forward to ravish you?" he smirks at her.

"Pretty much," she shifts to lay flat on her back then he watches as the outline of her hands appears under the sheet and moves slowly from her breasts down to her abdomen just above the apex of her thighs. "Don’t you wanna ravish me?"

"Haven’t you ever heard of patience being a virtue?" he watches with interest as her hands move teasingly over her thighs and stomach.

"A vampire’s gonna lecture me about virtues?" she scoffs and her hands stop their movements.

"Not lecturing," he finally pushes away from the post and crawls onto the mattress next to her. "Just saying."

"Spike," she draws his name out like she’s talking to a simpleton, "the point of coming to bed with me is to get under the blankets with me."

"’S that so?" he stretches out atop the covers beside her and props himself up on his elbow to run his free hand over the outline of her body.

"This is more of me supposed to be patient, isn’t it? You’re," she shivers and arches toward his hand as it touches on her breasts then runs downward to stroke her thighs, "punishing me for playing games."

"This," his fingers slide into the notch between her legs and rub the sheet against her core until the fabric’s soaked through with her arousal, "feel like punishment?"

"Yes," she gives a little whimper and he can imagine her pearly white little teeth sinking into the soft pink flesh of her lower lip to stifle further noises of that kind. "I want," his fingers locate and manipulate her clit beneath the cotton barrier between them, "more," her hips lift from the mattress to press against his hand.

"Like this?" his fingers push into her quim along with the wet sheet.

"No," her unseen hand suddenly clamps down on his wrist and pulls his from her femininity. "Like this," she orders while dragging his hand up her body then moving it back down her body under the sheet.

"Christ, you’re hot," he groans as he follows her silent command and sinks his fingers back into her tight channel. "So wet," two fingers thrust in to coat themselves with her slick cream.

"Spike," she tugs at the blanket beneath him in an attempt to pull it away from between them. "I need you."

She turns onto her side next to him and he feels her moist lips trailing kisses across his chest from one nipple to the other then her tongue drags a wet path up his neck, circling his Adam’s apple as it bobs under her ministrations, before her hot little mouth is pressed against his. Reluctantly withdrawing his fingers from her he leans into the kiss for a moment before pulling away to slide under the covers with her.

"Mmm," he smiles at the contented moan that escapes her as she eagerly presses her body against his without any barrier between them. "Better," her arms wind tightly around his waist as she moves to claim his lips in another kiss.

From the way she’s pressed against him he’s easily able to wrap his arms around her invisible form and slide a hand into her hair while the other moves down to grip her ass before rolling until she was solidly beneath his weight.

He can feel her breasts crushed against his chest, her strong legs soft and relaxed beneath his and the neatly trimmed curls of her bush tickling his erection. Her fingernails skim up his back until her fingers can curl around the nape of his neck to hold him in place as her mouth opens wide beneath his for her tongue to dive deeply between his parted lips. He meets her with a low growl while fisting his hand in her silky hair as their tongues tangle together in his mouth.

With a gentle nudging her legs are parted and he sinks his hips into the opening to feel her wet heat on his length. Her hands move to grip his shoulders as he moves his to brace themselves on the mattress on either side of her to lift his torso up off hers. His move breaks their kiss and she whimpers in protest even as she begins gasping for much needed breath.

"Put me where you want me," he orders with his eyes staring down to at hers should be.

Familiar with that command she asks for no clarification. He lets his eyes drift shut for a moment as she moves a hand from his shoulder to drift down his chest and stomach until it’s his shaft. As always, she doesn’t just guide him into her as he expects. Like every other time she takes hold of his cock, she seems compelled to touch and explore it like it’s a brand new toy or discovery. Her fingers run lightly up and down the length, tracing the veins that add texture to the surface and fondling the foreskin curiously before pushing it back to reveal the swollen head. She then wraps her wandering fingers firmly around him just below the tip and strokes her fist down to the base then drags it slowly back up with the soft pad of her thumb moving to drag over the exposed head.

"Buffy," he growls like he always does and in his mind he sees that self-satisfied little smile that always curls her lips and lights her eyes as they both know the expulsion of her name is a plea for her to stop tormenting him in this way unless she wants him to come all over her dainty little hand.

Her gripping fingers again move down to the base of his shaft and she directs the tip against her wetness, rubbing him between her slick folds a few times before wedging the head against her entrance.

"Come to mama," she snickers as her hips push upward to take him in further and her hand moves to his backside to urge him down.

"Mama?" he smiles at her words as he slowly immerses his entire length completely within her.

"Just seemed," she wraps her legs around the backs of his legs and drags her hand up his spine, "like the thing to say."

"’S that right?" he smirks down at her and draws his hips back then rolls his pelvis forward to thrust back into her.

"Mmm," a shudder runs through her body as he continues the steady withdrawals and penetrations with his cock, occasionally adding in a little twist of his hips when he’s buried within her to grind his groin against the nub of her clitoris.

"Like that?" he bends his elbows to lean down and find her lips as he withdraws, thrusts back in a bit harder and presses firmly against her clit before withdrawing again.

"Yes," her fingers slide into his hair and she guides him to her waiting lips. "More," she requests with her tongue flicking across his lips.

He mimics the gesture and finds the seam of her lips with his tongue then darts inside as he continues the slow and steady thrusting despite all her body’s urgings to increase the pace. A sound of pleasure and frustration escapes her throat at his stubbornness as she welcomes him into her mouth and tries to lure him into a heated kiss.

"Spike," she moans when he pushes his arms straight again and props his torso up away from hers. "Stop playing around," she moves her legs up to encircle his waist and uses the hold to pull his hips tighter to her.

"Not playin’," he informs her with a grin. "This," he pulls his hips back then slides hard back into her womb, "is called," he withdraws again then moves back in a bit harder before grinding against her clit in a way that has her hips bucking up to meet his, "lovemaking. Nice," he continues the steady thrusts, "and slow and steady."

"Can you go just a little faster?" she asks with her hands moving to his chest for her fingers to play with his nipples. "Please?" the thumb and forefinger of each hand grip and tweak the hard nubs of sensitive flesh.

"Tha’s cheating," he groans as his hips jerk forward automatically at her stimulating touch.

"All’s fair in love and war," she gives his nipples a tug and moans as he jerks again inside her.

"And which is this?" he freezes to ask her seriously.

"Bit of both," she answers after a moment where she too didn’t move a muscle. "Gonna be war if you don’t give me what I want, though," he can hear the smile in her tone as she bucks her hips up in silent demand.

"What is it you want, my li’l goldilocks?"

"First," she clenches the muscles of her pussy tightly around his cock, "the name is Buffy."

"Buffy," he groans with pleasure as his eyes roll back just a bit at the squeezing.

"Good boy," he feels her press a kiss against his chest as if rewarding him for saying her name. "Now, Spike," her hands leave his chest to run up and down his back, "I want you to fuck me. We’ll save the lovemaking for later," she promises with her tongue flicking over his left nipple. "I need nice and hard and fast right now."

Happy to oblige just then, he gets his knees under him and shifts to a kneeling position while remaining buried deeply inside her.

"Wha - " she begins curiously as he unwraps her legs from around his waist, straightens the limbs out and presses them flat against his chest with her feet brushing against his earlobes. "Ahh," she moans as he shifts back to leaning over her with his hands braced on the bed next to her head.

The position bends her lithe little body neatly in half and tilts her hips up at the perfect angle to take him as deep inside herself as possible. Digging his feet into the mattress for leverage he pulls his hips up to drag his length almost completely out of her quim then he slams back down with a slap of their flesh meeting.

"You want it like this?" he growls as he repeats the thrusts with increasing speed.

"Yes," her body trembles under him and her fingernails claw at the flexing muscles of his back as he thrusts harder and faster. "Oh, yes," she moans then gives a keening sound of pleasure as he just starts pounding into her.

"This what you want, Buffy? Want a nice hard fucking from the vampire?" he groans and grunts in time with his invasive downward motions that make her walls shiver and convulse around his length.

"Oh, God, yes," she cries out and jerks under him. "Fuck me, Spike!"

"Holy frijoles," a voice exclaims loudly from the foot of the bed. "Buffy?!"

~*~
 

Chapter 4:
Everything inside Buffy seems to freeze and lock in place as it slowly computes that she’s just heard someone other then Spike shout out her name.

"Bloody hell, Slayer," her lover grunts then thrusts convulsively inside her as her lock down causes her inner walls to clench around his cock. "Now is not the time to be demonstrating the benefits of those muscles," he groans and regains control of his body then whips his head around to look toward the foot of the bed. "Oh bollocks," he groans again at what he sees and turns his attention back toward her.

"No, no, no, no, no," Buffy whispers in response to his actions. "There’s no one there," she closes her eyes and tries to convince herself she is not a second away from a total freak out. "No bollocks or bloody hell. Tell me," her fingers grip his shoulders urgently, "there’s no one there."

"There’s no one there," he says on cue then sighs and clutching the sheet around his waist rolls off her unsatisfied body. "No one but the damned bloody whelp," he groans and covers her with the blanket even though there was no risk of Xander seeing her naked given her invisible status. "What are doing here?" he snarls at the unwanted guest as Buffy opens her eyes a bit to get her first glance at the stunned young man and cringes before sinking completely under the covers.

"What am I?" having seen his fish out of water impersonation many times when the brunette gets flustered she’s easily able to envision it now. "What … am I … doing here?!"

"Yeah, Harris, that was the bloody question now stop staring at my girl and answer it," with a squeak at Spike’s words Buffy remembers how clearly the sheet outlines her nude body and she quickly pulls the pillows from beneath her head to pile them on her body and more effectively hide herself from sight.

"Your … girl?" she imagines Xander’s eyes to be just about popping from there sockets as he slowly repeats those two words.

"Not really his girl," she says while peeking her head out from under the sheet. "More like …," she flounders for a word, looks for assistance from Spike, gets his ‘you’re on your own if you’re looking for a good way to lie about us’ look in response and groans before moving back under the blanket. "What are you doing here Xander?"

"What am I – What the hell … Buffy, I just walked in to hear you screaming for … him to fuck you and you ask what I’m doing here?! What are you doing here? And with … Spike," there’s a world of insult in the way he says the vampire’s name and the insulted vamp growls warningly.

"If you can’t suss out on your own what we were doing before you made your bloody unwelcome entrance then I’m surprised Anya’s marrying you, you nit," the blonde beside her snarls and she groans in anticipation of Xander’s reaction.

Yep, she lowers the sheet again and glances at the brunette, there’s the massive coronary impersonation.

"Did you have to say that?" she turns her head to ask Spike.

"What?" he senses her gaze on him and turns toward her with a grin. "A two year old could figure out what we’ve been doing here. No point in trying to spare any blushes now. Not like I can lie and say you’re not here or make some lame excuse like I was exercisin’. It’s bloody obvious we were f - "

"Do not," she orders with her hand laid firmly over his lips, "finish that thought. Xander," she removes her hand and turns toward the brunette with a sigh, "breathe in. Now breathe out," she orders after he obeys the command. "Now," she says firmly as he exhales, "tell me what you are doing here."

"You expect me to remember that?" he scoffs as his eyes scan the area between the blankets covering her and the headboard in an attempt to try looking her in the eye. "You just had to tell me how to breathe and I’m supposed to remember what horrible twist of fate brought me here to see … this," he gestures wildly at them on the bed.

"Right then. You showed yourself in, show yourself out," Spike snaps and points to the exit. "We’re busy."

"Don’t you," she smacks at his hands as he turns to her with the apparent intention of resuming their activities, "dare. Spike," she shrieks as his hand somehow finds it’s way between her legs.

With no other option, she picks up a pillow from the pile atop her body and smacks the blonde vampire repeatedly around the head and shoulders while scooting herself away from him.

"Bloody hell," he groans and gives up the chase just as she runs out of mattress to scoot across and falls to the floor with a thud. "Serves you right, you silly bint," she hears in response to her exclamation of ‘oof’ upon impact.

"I am not," she forgets all about them not being alone and rears up on her knees next to the bed to hit at him with the pillow she still holds, "a bint."

"That’s a bloody feather pillow you’re playing with, Slayer, and you’ll clean up every bleeding one of those buggers if the thing breaks open," he warns before grabbing the cushion and trying to wrestle it from her.

"Buffy’s invisibility," Xander exclaims with a snap of his fingers to remind them of his presence. "That’s why I’m here," Buffy and Spike both turn to stare at him as he looks all ‘Eureka I’ve got it’ at his statement. "Oh dear God," his brown eyes go comically wide as they focus on Spike then he blinks a few times, gulps then outright stares at the vampire, "cover that up!"

"Oh avert your bloody eyes, you wanker," the blonde growls as he realizes he’s no longer covered by the sheet and still quite obviously aroused before snatching up the sheet to wrap it around his waist.

Remembering her reaction the first time she actually saw Spike’s very impressive erection Buffy wasn’t all that surprised at how Xander had gaped, but as her friend continues to stare even after it’s covered up she frowns a bit.

"Stop that," she orders while hurling the pillow she holds at the brunette’s head to knock his focus from her lover’s body.

"Hey," he glares in her general vicinity as the cushion falls to the floor after impact.

"Entertaining as seeing the git abused is, let’s get back on track and wrap this up kiddies," Spike says while moving to slide from the bed. "What exactly is it about Buffy’s li’l trick that you had to come to me about?"

"Watch it," she snaps and smacks his leg as he nearly steps on her foot on his way past.

"Bloody," her action and presence surprises him and he whips around, gets tangled in the sheet and falls flat on his ass a few inches from her, "hell. I didn’t," he growls indignantly at her as he can now make out the shape of her body under the trailing blanket, "see you there, now did I?"

"I am so in Bizarro World right now, aren’t I?" Buffy looks from the glowering vampire to Xander who seems to be talking to the ceiling. "None of this is real, it’s just … Bizarro World," he looks toward them with a weak smile. "Right? Or maybe its just some weird mojo making our nightmares comes true. Again."

"More like a damned good dream till you barged in," Spike grouses before grabbing a discarded pair of jeans on the floor nearby and rising to hop into them. "Now," he groans as his softening dick is chafed by the denim once he pulls the pants all the way up and fastens a few buttons to cover the essentials, "I repeat," he growls and stalks toward Xander, "what the bloody hell have you come to see me about?"

"Buffy," the brunette turns to face her as she rises with the sheet wrapped loosely around her body, "Anya and I kinda found something out and it’s something bad. Something even worse than this," he looks from her to Spike then back to the floating sheet that was her. "Whatever made you all invisible may be killing you."

"What?" she says quietly while the vampire snarls the question.

"Willow found a pylon where you got hit by whatever this is and it was effected by the same whatever," the man begins explaining quickly as Spike growls menacingly at him and Buffy flops down on the edge of the bed in a bit of shock. "I took it back to the Magic Box and An and I were doing the research thing when suddenly she touches the pylon and finds it’s gone all icky. Like tapioca pudding to the touch. Whatever made it and you invisible caused that traffic cone to like … dissolve and it’s gotta be doing the same thing to you. If we," he sighs and looks at the floor then toward where her sheet covered form is sitting on the bed, "don’t find a way to reverse whatever this is Anya and I believe that you’re gonna just dissolve. This invisibility is going to kill you."

"Oh," she says after a moment of staring at her friend with dazed eyes then looking to Spike for confirmation of what she’s thinking she heard Xander just say. "Wow," she blinks and looks down at the sheet across her chest after seeing the telling expression on her lover’s face. "So I’m dying … again?"

~*~*~

"Do you have any idea how pointless this is?" Harris complains as he feels his way across the stone floor of the crypt’s upper level. "Why are we wasting time looking for invisible clothes when we should be trying to find the way to make Buffy visible?"

"Because, you nit," Spike growls and finds what feels like the jeans she’d thrown at him a few hours ago, "she’ll need to not be naked when we fix whatever the bloody hell happened."

"More like if we fix it considering all the time we’re – Ha! I’ve got a shoe," the whelp holds his right arm up triumphantly, apparently displaying the unseen object.

"Find the mate to that and we’ll be done with this," the vampire says as his fingers locate her shirt and he rises. "I’ll give her this much to put on."

"Aye aye, Captain Peroxide," the man salutes him with the unseen shoe and Spike barely resist the urge to lunge at the wanker.

"I get this bleeding chip out and I’ll show you bloody Captain Peroxide," he mutters while trudging to the hole in the floor to get back downstairs with Buffy.

"God that was your lamest threat ever and I’ve heard that crap you go on about when you’re drunk," the brunette behind him scoffs to indicate his mutter had been overheard.

"Wasn’t talkin’ to you, now was I?" he turns to snap at the whelp. "And I’ve better things to do right now than think up good threats to waste on you," he snarls before jumping through the hole and effectively ending all conversation.

"Lamest comeback ever," he hears the bugger call out from up above to get the last word.

"Why is it five seconds with Xander always turns you into a sulky, bickering two year old?" his invisible Slayer asks from the bed with a slight smile in her tone.

"Does not," he replies while approaching her as she’s still sitting on the edge of the mattress with the sheet wrapped around herself.

"Right and you totally just proved my point."

"Did not," he says just because he knows it’ll make her smile for real even if he can’t see it.

"So speaks Mr. Maturity," she gives a slight laugh and turns toward him as he sits down next to her. "Got my clothes?"

"Shirt and pants here," he hands her the invisible garments. "Harris is looking for you other shoe and then we’ll get going."

"What about my coat?" she rises and the sheet falls to the floor as she apparently begins putting on the clothes. "It’s cold outside."

"You can wear mine and we’ll look for yours after this mess gets sorted out," he offers.

"Really?" he jumps a bit in surprise when he suddenly feels her body moving to sit on his lap. "You’re gonna let me wear the infamous duster?"

"Just this once," he says firmly as her mouth presses against his chest as it’s exposed by the unbuttoned top three buttons of the shirt he put on.

"Spike," her unseen arms slip under his and wind around his back as he feels her mood growing serious, "what if this mess doesn’t get sorted out in time?"

"No worries of that, luv," he tips her head back from where it’s pressed against his chest and finds her lips with his own for a brief, reassuring kiss. "The Scoobies are on this full force and none of us are gonna let anything happen to you," he slides his arms around her in a move meant to comfort.

"I don’t wanna die again," she whispers quietly while burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Being here … being back … it’s hard and I really don’t like a lot of it, but," his arms tighten around her and he makes a few soothing noises as he feels a drop of moisture touch his skin and realizes she’s crying, "I really don’t wanna die again."

"And you won’t," he promises with every intention of keeping it. "Not today," he raises a hand from her back to find the trail of the tear that had fallen on him and wipe it dry. "I won’t let you down again, Buffy."

"You didn’t," he feels her fingers touch his jaw lightly before her hand cups his cheek and he can sense that she’s looking straight into his blue eyes. "You didn’t let me down before, Spike. You did exactly what I asked you to and even more than that. You did everything you could to protect Dawn from what Glory planned and you stayed here to take care of her even when I was dead. I never would have expected you to do that much. What happened …," her fingers stroke along his cheekbone and he lifts his hand to still hers and pull it to his lips, "what happened then is what had to happen. For the first time in my life everything fell into place. Death was my gift. My dying had to happen for life here to continue for everyone and everything I love. I knew that when I jumped and I still know it. I was destined to die that night and nothing you could have done would have changed that destiny."

"I coulda - " he gulps down the emotional knot in his throat as her fingers press against his lips to stop the words he’d been planning to say.

"No," her tone is firm as her mouth briefly replaces her fingertips against his. "You couldn’t have," her hand slides into his hair as her lips touch back to his and linger.

"Um," a throat being cleared breaks the kiss up before it really begins and with a growl Spike lifts his head to see Harris standing uncomfortably a few feet away. "Found her other shoe," the whelp lifts both his hands with an actually almost apologetic shrug at the interruption.

"Right," the vampire sighs and sets Buffy off his lap with a wave for the man to bring the shoes over.

"D’ya think you could go back up and glance around real quick for my coat?" she asks as Xander appears to give her the footwear and the bed shifts to indicate that she’s putting them on.

"Yeah, sure. I’m on it," the brunette agrees easily and races off to get back to the upper level.

"Thought we’d agreed you’d wear this," Spike rises to pick up his leather duster at the man’s departure.

"We did," she says after a moment and then the coat’s removed from his hands. "I kinda wanted to say something else real quick without him interrupting," he watches as her invisible form suddenly fills the duster out as she puts it on.

"What’s that?" he asks curiously as she fidgets in the leather until it fits just right.

"This," her leather clad arms reach out to slide around his waist. "Whatever this is that we have, it’s what makes me feel alive. You," a hand moves up to stroke the back of his head, "are a big part of why I don’t wanna die. You’re part of why I want to live again."

His eyes squeeze shut as his undead heart seems to clench and roll over in his chest at her words before he forces himself to not act like a complete nancy boy and opens his eyes again. Grabbing onto the lapels of his duster he yanks her forward and finds her unseen lips hungrily. Both her hands grip the back of his neck as their mouths kiss almost desperately.

"Let’s go get you better, then," he says huskily when they break apart for her to draw air into her lungs.

~*~
 

Chapter 5:

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When they’d arrived at the Magic Box after leaving Spike’s crypt Buffy’s fears and doubts had been eased by the vampire’s absolute certainty that they’d easily find a solution to her problem once the whole gang was on the case. They’d held hands the whole way to the shop, despite the reaction the closeness had gotten from Xander, and she’d begun to share his belief that things were gonna work out just fine.

At least things with her invisible status. Once that got cleared up she was gonna have a whole mess of problems to work through and who knew how the heck any of that was going to turn out.

An hour later, though, her unseen hands are throwing aside the heavy text she’d been reading till her eyes started crossing and they still hadn’t find anything even remotely similar to her situation in the books.

"This is getting us nowhere," she sighs and rises to pace the Magic Box as the others continue pouring over the volumes they were researching in.

"Buffy," Spike puts down the book he’d been holding up to his face to make up for his farsightedness and refusal to get glasses. "Don’t think like that," he gets to his feet and moves to stand beside her with a hand stroking her leather clad shoulder. "We’re gonna figure this out. These nits," he jerks his head toward Anya and Xander, "always figure something out for you just in time to save the day."

"Hey," said nits look up from the table to exclaim in sync.

"We just get lucky. What if we don’t this time?" she ignores them and focuses on Spike, turning toward him to rest her head against his chest. "We don’t know how long this process is gonna take before it kills me. It’s already been over eight hours since I got hit with this and that pylon was reduced to goo two hours ago. How much longer until that happens to me?"

His only answer is to wrap his arms around her and simply hold her against him as all of them are wondering the exact same thing as every minute ticked past.

"We need Willow," Anya says with an audible closing of the book she’d been studying. "She’s the brainy one. This kind of mess is right up her alley to figure out."

"Agreed," Buffy reaches up to lightly touch Spike’s cheek in thanks for his hug then moves away trying to get back into her Slayer mode. "Where was she going again?" she asks Xander.

"Last I saw her we were at the scene of the crime. She’d gotten some evidence of that black van that’s been stalking you and was gonna go find out whatever she could about the van to hopefully find out who it belonged to and who was behind all this," the brunette sighs. "I don’t know why she isn’t here."

"I’ll call the house again. See if anyone’s there. You guys keep reading," she turns with a swishing of Spike’s coat to go to the telephone in the shop and call home for the fifth time since arriving at the store.

Before she picks up the receiver it rings and she jumps back a bit startled at that bit of freakiness.

"Hello?" she says after answering it on the second ring.

"Slayer?" a vaguely familiar male voice asks.

"Yes," she frowns and tries to identify the speaker. "Who is this?"

"Listen. Don’t talk, just listen. You don’t have a lot of time," the voice says.

"Who is this?" she asks again with her spidey sense tingling to let her know this was a serious call. "You sound familiar."

"That’s," a throat is cleared on the other end and the speaker’s voice deepens in an attempt to disguise it. ‘That’s not important. We’ve got your friend Willow and if you don’t want something very nasty happening to her very soon you’d better meet us. Alone."

"How do I know you’re telling the truth?" she frowns at the receiver.

"How do you …," the voice stammers. "I don’t think she believes me. She wants to know how she can know I’m telling the truth," the words are muffled and he’s clearly talking to someone in the background.

"What?" another muffled voice asks incredulously. "Give me that," sounds of a struggle reach her ears and her expression turns utterly confused that this entire scenario. "Slayer," the second male voice says clearly into the phone after a moment. "This is how we’re gonna play this. You don’t question us. Just listen to what I’m telling you. We’ve got your redheaded witchy friend," she suddenly hears Willow call out her name in the background and stiffens, "and we will do very bad things to her unless you play ball. Now, you got that?"

"Yes," she answers. "Where do you want to meet?"

"The arcade on Main. Ten minutes and come alone. We see any of your friends with you and things will get ugly," he says firmly before just hanging up without another word.

Blinking at that abrupt disconnect she hangs up the receiver then moves quickly back into the main area of the shop.

"I have to go out," she informs the trio once again bent over books at the table.

"Who was on the phone?" Spike looks up with a frown to ask.

"Don’t know, but they have Willow," she flaps her invisible arms to move the leather coat she’s wearing through the air in a ghostly fashion. "I think they may have something to do with my disappearing act."

"Great," three books are slammed shut in sync as they all get to their feet with the vampire speaking. "Where we going?"

"Sorry, guys," she looks are all three of them apologetically then remembers they can’t see her expression. "There’s no ‘we going’ this time. It’s just me going. They were very specific about my going alone."

"Forget that," her lover scoffs at the idea. "It’s a bloody set up if they wanna get you alone."

"I’m meeting them at the arcade. That’s a public place. I can handle this," she assures them while shrugging off the duster and handing it to Spike. "Especially since they’re not gonna be able to see me coming."

"Buffy - " he finds her hand as it holds the leather and he gives her a speaking look that says how much he hates the idea of not going with her.

"I’ll be fine," she tosses the duster down onto the table and moves forward to take his face in her hands. "You’ll be seeing me in the flesh again in just a bit," she promises before placing her lips against his and feeling his arms slowly slide around her waist.

"Xander, are they … kissing?" she hears Anya asking in the background.

"God, I hope not," she hears her friend reply as she pulls back from the soft kiss.

"Xander, Spike is definitely kissing Buffy," the ex-vengeance demon says as Spike refuses to let Buffy go just yet and they kiss again with a bit more urgency. "Listen. You can hear their lips smacking together. Oh," Anya’s tone grows excited, "Buffy just moaned. Did you hear that? That was Buffy moaning. Since when does Spike kiss the Slayer and she moan with pleasure about it?"

"That isn’t really happening, Ahn. All of this is just a really bad dream," she almost laughs at Xander’s tone as she again breaks the kiss and this time pulls out of Spike’s embrace.

"Why are we both having the same bad dream?" his fiancée is asking as Buffy begins moving from the shop, feeling familiar blue eyes follow the sound of her feet on the floor. "And why would we dream that Buffy and Spike are having sex?"

"How do you know they were having sex?!"

"Will you gits shut up?!" she hears Spike groan loudly after Xander’s question to Anya just as she exits the shop.

~*~*~

Who knew there were so many geeks in Sunnydale, Buffy thinks as she pushes her way through the turnstile and into the video arcade filled with mostly teenaged guys playing away on the games inside.

She doesn’t bother to apologize to the kids she jostles as she moves past them with her eyes scanning the place for whoever it was she was here to meet. Her green eyes finally locate Willow standing next to a pinball machine in the back.

"You ok, Will?" she asks with her gaze continuing to search for the bad guys.

"Buffy?" her friend looks in her general direction.

"Where are the bad guys?" the invisible blonde asks and gets a ‘you wouldn’t believe me if I told you’ kinda look in response.

"We’re all around you, Slayer," a voice she recognizes as the second guy who talked to her on the phone says, "so don’t you try anything."

"He’s bluffing," Willow says quickly. "There … there’s just three of them … I think," her friend frowns apologetically and looks around.

"That’s more than enough to cause some serious carnage," the voice insists. "Right guys?" there’s no response and after a moment he repeats hesitantly, "Guys? Guys!" he says loudly.

She looks around for these ‘guys’ and her gaze lands on a game to her left on which the controls seem to be moving all on their own.

"Kick! Use the kick," she hears that vaguely familiar male voice that she’d first spoken to on the phone saying.

"I tried that," an unknown voice whines, "he keeps blocking it with his drunken monkey fist!"

"Wow," she scoffs as the quibbling continues. "Oh, yeah, it’s too bad I’m invisible ‘cause you’ve really got me shaking in my fashionable yet reasonably priced shoes. Scary video carnage," she mocks.

"Hey," the apparent leader says angrily to the others. "The Slayer’s here!"

"Sorry," says the third of the voices she’s heard. "Didn’t see her."

"Why don’t we continue this in a less crowded area, like," the leader suggests, "over there."

"Over where?" they all ask in sync.

"Over …," the man snaps then seems to remember that he’s invisible and can’t be seen pointing wherever he’s pointing. "Just follow me," he waves some kinda gun like gizmo then grabs Willow and begins pulling her toward the less busy very back of the arcade where the air hockey game is.

"Ow!" the redhead complains at how tightly she’s being held and then grunts in protest as her other arm is grabbed by one of the other unseen idiots.

"Ok, I’m gonna go out a limb here and guess you nitwits are the one’s who did this to me" Buffy says as she watches her friend struggle to try and break free of the hands restraining her.

"That was an accident," the vaguely familiar voice says protestingly and she turns with a frown in the direction of the speaker.

"I know your voice. Who are you?" she demands.

She hears a few coughs and then that faux deep voice he’d used on the phone saying, "Nobody you know."

"They’re the ones from your mystery van," Willow announces as she resigns herself to being held captive by the invisible jerks and stops struggling.

"Great. This crappy day is now complete," she sighs and crosses her arms over her chest assuming her most intimidating stance even though they can’t see it. "What annoying thing are you gonna do to me now?"

"Well if you stop being so bitchy, we’ll save your life and make you visible again," the leader replies.

"Right. And I believe that because you guys hit me with a big dose of stupid along with this invisibility thing?" she remarks sarcastically.

"They told me everything, Buffy," Willow tells her. "There’s something happening to you. Something bad. You’re - "

"Fading away, dissolving, dying, etc. Yeah, I know," she interrupts.

"I can stop that from happening," the leader says while lifting the gizmo he’s holding as it starts making a whirring sound. "I can fix it. Hold up that air hockey mallet on the table.

"What for?" she frowns in his direction then looks at the item in question.

"It’ll give me a target to aim at so I can do this," he explains as the whirring sound intensifies. "Ok," she hears him say as she picks the mallet up. "Now hold still and all your troubles will soon be gone."

"Wait a minute," she looks up sharply as Willow speaks. "You’re on the wrong setting!"

"What?" the man asks.

"The gun," the redhead looks closely at the device. "It’s not set for reversing the particle ionization. That’ll accelerate her molecular dissolution. I saw the plans, I know that’s what’ll happen."

"Mind your own business," the man snaps with the weapon wavering in his grip as he tries to shut Willow up.

"What’s she talking about?" that familiar male voice asks suspiciously from nearby.

"That’s what I’d like to know," Buffy says while looking closely at her friend. "What’s going on here, Will?"

"Buffy, he’s trying to kill you," the Wiccan exclaims just as the invisibility device is raised by an unseen hand to hit the redhead in the face and knock her down.

"Willow!" the Slayer hurls the white plastic mallet she holds in the general direction of the invisible person wielding that gun and gets a satisfying "Ow" in response as it apparently hits her target. "Play time," she says angrily as the weapon falls to the floor next to Willow, "is so over."

"You haven’t won yet, Slayer," the leader informs her.

"No, not yet," she focuses on the sound of his voice to get an idea where the idiot’s at. "That part comes after I beat the snot out of you."

"You’ll have to find me first!" he taunts as she stifles a groan as she can tell he’s moving around now. "Plus, there’s three of us against just the one of you."

"No way," says the voice she’s beginning to remember as one she knew in college. "You lied to us! We’re here to make her visible again and you were trying to kill her. This is all your fault and your problem."

"Yeah, fight her yourself," says the still totally unknown kinda whiny voice.

There’s an angrily sigh from bossy guy followed by, "You think she cares anything about that? We’re in on all of this together. I go down, we all go down!"

"Oh, yeah," she interrupts coolly. "I can promise all three of you losers are totally going down."

"We may not have your powers, Blayer, but you’ll find we are not so easy to," she picks up the other hockey mallet from the game table beside her and hurls it in the direction of his yapping. "Ow," he breaks off as she makes contact. "Get her!" he orders the others.

With that those two words, the fight was on. Not that this bumbling routine could really be called a fight compared to a lot of the throw downs she’s got listed on her extensive Slayer resume.

She’s throwing punches and on many occasions making satisfying contact with solid flesh instead of thin air as the trio she’s up against bickers amongst themselves and tries to locate her to get some hits of their own in. Considering that she had actual experience with this exact kind of situation, they didn’t stand a chance.

As the whiny one asks worriedly where she is, Buffy smiles, says "Here" to reveal her position right behind him then punches out and feels the rewarding impact of her knuckles hitting his body. He yelps and she hits him again with enough force to send him flying back. A pinball machine suddenly shatters behind a few feet in front of her and she’s gives herself a mental pat on the back as she clearly sent his ass crashing into the game.

She hears an oofing sound of the breath being knocked out of a person as the two remaining targets start talking about ‘splitting up’ then apparently walking right into each other before angrily doing a ‘you go this way’ routine.

Their bickering conveniently pinpoints their exact location for her and her fists fly out in that direction. She makes contact and sends one of the flying back into a pit area played with lots of colorful little balls. Smiling with complete satisfaction at her wicked skills her hands reach out and latch onto the last of the three jerks.

"Ow!" he complains and she realizes it’s the one she knows she knows somehow. "Watch the chest hair!"

"You … I know your voice," she racks her brain to place him. "You-you’re," a whirring kinda blasting noise is heard seconds before they’re hit with the reversing blast of the invisibility ray, "Jonathan?!" she sees she’s holding the geek who’d done that weird ‘Superstar’ spell back in college and lets him go. "You have chest hair?" she frowns at the extremely immature looking brunette now cowering on the floor.

She hears that whirring sound again and looks up to see Willow wielding the ray gun and now firing it into the ball filled room to make the man there visible once again.

"Warren?" her expression grows more confused as she recognizes the Katrina and Buffybot creating geek.

He gives her one of those menacing type glares bullies resort to when totally beaten and doesn’t answer as Willow turns to reveal the identity of the third moron.

"Who are you?" Buffy asks as she turns in that direction and sees an unfamiliar blonde guy to go with that whiny voice she didn’t recognize.

"I’m Andrew," he says like that will make it all clear and it doesn’t so she just stares at him. "I summoned the flying monkeys that attacked the high school," he adds and she looks at Willow to see if that’s ringing any bells for her. "During the school play, you remember? The flying monkeys? I did that," he says as the other two guys get up from their locations to help the blonde down from the game he’s kind of stuck in after breaking down through the glass surface.

"It’s Tucker’s brother," Warren sighs impatiently as he sets the young man on his feet.

"Oh," she and Willow both say as that sounds familiar.

"So," Buffy assumes her intimidation stance and stares dauntingly at the trio as they stand shoulder to shoulder a few feet away from her, "you three have, what, banded together to be pains in my ass?"

"We are," she frowns as Warren and the other two all begin edging to their right as he speaks, "your arch-nemesises … nemeses," she becomes distracted trying to figure out what the correct pluralization of that term would be if nemesis could be pluralized. "You may have beaten us this time, Slayer, but next time …, um …," her brow furrows with confusion as she sees the tall brunette elbowing Jonathan in the ribs, "uh, next time …"

"Next time victory shall be ours!" Jonathan declares dramatically while hurling something in her direction.

She and Willow both step back quickly as smoke suddenly billows up around them. They wave at the hazy mists as the trio rushes to the back exit of the arcade and begin fumbling and bickering over the locked door.

"These are my arch nemesises?" she scoffs as she turns to watch them pulling frantically at the door’s push to open handle.

A guard appears behind them asking about the disturbance they’d been causing and while she turns for just one second to look at the man the geeks make their getaway. Mentally cursing them she stares at the closing door before sighing tiredly.

"Oh my god, Buffy!" Willow says beside her.

"Yeah, I know, they’re gone," she sighs in frustration this time. "I guess we should probably chase them."

"No, your hair," the redhead points and smiles at the shortened ‘do Buffy had almost forgotten all about. "It is adorable."

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