Kind readers, you may remember my Spuffy rewrite of Buffy -v- Dracula - I 
Just Can't Hide this Feeling Inside and the sequel Have to Have you.  Bowing 
to the extremely gratifying requests for an ending, here it is!

TITLE : Monster in Her Man
AUTHOR : Debs aka SpikesDeb <spikesgirl_453@hotmail.com>
RATING : NC17
SUMMARY : Buffy's about to wake up to what she needs, and she's in 
unfamiliar surroundings.  Time for her to make her mind up about what she 
really wants - corn fed or blood fed.
DISCLAIMER : I worship at the alter of Joss Whedon and all his works; wish I 
could say that they were mine but nah, I just covet them.
SHOUOUTS : NanaLou - the best beta ever!  She mailed this chapter from 
Canada where she's on holiday.  God I love her!

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MONSTER IN HER MAN - CHAPTER ONE
PART 3 OF THE BUFFY –v- DRACULA SERIES

Buffy drifted into wakefulness and stretched languorously... mmm she felt 
wonderful, so relaxed and boneless, like she'd had ten hours' uninterrupted 
sleep.  She turned on her side and encountered...Oooh, Spike skin.

She smiled, remembering last night and exactly how good that skin had made 
her feel – not to mention the rest of him.  Bell-ringing good.  In fact he'd 
rung her bells so loud and so long – and in ways she'd never dreamed existed 
– that spectacular wouldn't be an exaggeration – no, make that Spiketacular. 
She hugged herself in glee.  She ought to be blushing with shame but no 
way!  It felt good.  More than that, it felt right.  He felt right.

The 'he' in question stirred, pouting when he noticed the drop in heat 
caused by her moving away from his side.  He muttered, half-asleep.

"Buffy...whassat...where'd you go..."

One eye opened, its blue gaze fixing on her.  She was still there.  Flushed 
and tousled from sleep -- she was still there.  Her hair rested on his 
outstretched arm.  She was still there.  Spike's mind refused to let go of 
those four words, repeating them like a mantra against her suddenly up and 
leaving.

"Hey," she smiled at him, leaning in to bestow a soft kiss on his open lips. 
"Mmmmorning!"

He returned her kiss gently, bringing his arms to wrap around her but moving 
oh so slowly so as not to startle her.  Had she really spent the night 
there?  The evidence of his eyes told him that she had.

"Erm...mornin', pet.  Sleep well?"

"Like the dead.  Ooops!   Sorry...you know what I mean!"

Spike laughed, rumbling against her chest.  "S'okay, pet.  I do sleep well.  
Not a word of a lie..."

Buffy giggled at him, astounded at how good she felt.  She hadn't slept so 
soundly in...well, forever.  Certainly lying next to Riley's bulky fever-hot 
body all she felt was swamped and sticky.  And he made noises, like a stuck 
pig.  Maybe it was because Spike was all...cool and calming, serene; he didn't 
breathe so he didn't snore; didn't squirm around the bed because when he 
slept he was, well kinda like... dead.  And it felt alarmingly good.

And of course there was the whole waking up to Mr Breathtakingly 
Irresistible thing.  That didn't hurt.

Buffy's eyes widened as he bent towards her, swallowing and moistening her 
lips in anticipation. Her vision became filled with sharp cheekbones, deep 
blue eyes locked on hers and smouldering with lust.  Oh boy oh boy!  Yup, 
waking up with Spike – definitely in the 'really good things to do' column.  
His lips whispered over hers, his tongue teasing at the corners of her mouth 
enticing her to open up.  She happily did so and he was quick to suck her 
tongue between his teeth, nibbling on its surface.  Of its own volition, 
Buffy's leg came up to rest over Spike's thigh, moist curls brushing her 
wetness onto his skin and wafting a delectable aroma of excitement. His kiss 
grew wilder, more frenetic, as he pressed himself closer to her naked body, 
Buffy's breathing coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to stay calm.

But calm hadn't a hope in hell, not with the gorgeous vampire presently 
rubbing his thick cock along her wet opening.  A strangled scream made it 
past her lips as cool fingers circled her throbbing clit, squeezing almost 
painfully so that she bucked towards him.  The forward motion of her hips 
drove him into her, the girth of his erection stretching her in ways so 
unbearably pleasurable that she whimpered against his mouth, biting down on 
his lip as he started to move.

"God, Buffy...so perfect..."

Spike moved carefully, his delight in the unexpected love of his dreams 
actually being in his bed, and real this time, had him in danger of heading 
straight for an early spurty.  If she moved one millimetre to the right he'd 
be a goner, shooting his load like some spotty teenager.  The things she 
could do to him by just being...

Buffy was already cranked up to imminent meltdown, aching for release, 
needing more pace, more thrust, more penetration and wasn't beyond begging 
him for it, little kitten mewls of need.  She wanted...something more...

Spike's hips slammed into hers, pressing her into the mattress; his fingers 
digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises.  He'd been waiting his 
entire existence for this feeling of completeness and he was not going to 
let it go.  Desperation fuelled his movements and he leant forwards to rest 
fully against her, wanting to feel all of her along his body.

Buffy's legs were clamped around him, her ankles crossed as she levered 
herself against his thrusts so he could get deeper inside her.  Every plunge 
made her whimper, eyes rolling back as she hit ecstasy overload.  Nothing 
had ever felt this good before, ever.  She knew it would come to an end... but 
not yet...not yet...so close...

She felt the movement at her neck as his fangs elongated, grazing her skin 
as he gasped against her.  She shivered, a little scared at how much she 
liked it despite her calling, her sacred duty to loathe everything that he 
was.  And ok, yeah, she shivered mostly from pleasure.  Spike raised his 
head from her delectable throat; leaning up on his elbows as he gazed down 
at her flushed face with golden eyes.  "'M sorry...you just...god, Buffy, you 
make me lose it!  Didn't mean to freak you out."

Tentatively she reached up and caressed his ridged brow, bringing her 
fingers round to circle first one then the other sharpened canine.   She 
smiled at him as she dragged his face down to hers, whispering against his 
lips.

"You didn't, Spike.  I freaked me out – because this, with the fangs and the 
biting?  It should terrify me, but it doesn't.  Can't you tell how much I 
want you...need you -- all of you?"

Buffy licked along his lips, her tongue stroking inside his mouth to rasp 
across his teeth.  A strangled growl rumbled in his throat as he crushed his 
mouth to hers, nicking her lips in his efforts to kiss her unconscious.  The 
tang of her blood as it mingled on their tongues zapzapped through them both, 
Spike's cock hardening painfully in her suddenly sodden passage.  Buffy bit 
down hard on his tongue as it twirled around hers, drawing his blood.  God, 
the taste of him!  Salty, kinda sweet too – every bit of him was delicious!

Buffy flipped him to his back, thanking the Powers That Be for the Slayer 
strength that allowed her to do it effortlessly; he was still buried deep 
within her and she started rocking against him immediately.  Sitting back on 
her haunches she shook her head, her hair cascading down her back and her 
breasts jutting forwards into his eager hands.  Spike caressed her, running 
his thumbs over and around her sensitive nipples and twisting the hardened 
peaks.  With a gasp of pleasure she brought her hands up to cup his, eyes 
closed as she lost herself in the feelings he awakened in her.

His deep, rumbling voice cut through her lust-addled haze.

"No, Buffy...look at me..."

Eyelids fluttered open to take in the stunning perfection of his face, eyes 
now blue and fixed on hers as he slowed his bucking hips.  "Want you to look 
at me, love, want to see your eyes when you... come."

Just those words sent her careening over the edge, the command implicit in 
his tone.  Come.

Buffy's orgasm hit her hard, her little gasps giving way to throaty cries as 
she fell forwards to grip his shoulders and bite down, hard, on his neck.  
Spike roared as he ejaculated at her bite, the intense pleasure that flooded 
him making him dizzy.  His ears buzzed as Buffy flopped against his chest, 
the sweat from her overheated body running off her to pool between them 
where they touched.

He couldn't lose this miracle.  Lose her.  This was only a hint of what they 
could have together and he bloody well wasn't going to let her walk away.

Gently, he slid from underneath her and settled her at his side, delighted 
that she curled around him, draping herself over his naked body and nuzzling 
his neck.  With a contented sigh she whispered against his ear.  "Can we 
just stay here?"

Spike simply smiled and kissed her hair, smoothing the silky strands until 
she drifted back off to sleep.

If only they could.

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Riley was pissed off.  Where the hell had Buffy got?  He'd been round to the 
Magic Shop, to Willow's dorm, hell he'd even been to Xander's, but nobody 
had seen or heard from her since the night before.  Willow said she'd gone 
to the library to study then was going to see her mom and have a girly 
night.  But Joyce hadn't heard from her either and now he had the guilt of 
worrying her mother to deal with too.

He was getting sick and tired of being left out of the loop.  Since the 
Dracula incident Buffy had been distracted and uninterested most of the 
time, and jumpy when he touched her.  He got the feeling that even when she 
was with him she wasn't really with him.  And what the hell was with the 
sleazy sex she wanted to try – for fun, for god's sake?  Wanting to be on 
top, for him to...lick her...?  They'd been doing great as they were and out of 
the blue she gets down on her knees and wants to... well, nibble on his 
manhood!  He knew what that was all about, of course, but couldn't help 
thinking it was way too scuzzy for him.  After forcefully pressing her back 
on the mattress and looming over her, she finally got the message and things 
had returned to normal.  Kind of...

He was convinced it was all to do with Dracula and vampires and biting.  
Well, it was going to stop.  No woman of his was going to act like some kind 
of slut and it was time he put her straight about a few things.  As soon as 
he found her...

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Buffy sat bolt upright as she heard banging from the upper crypt.  Spike 
slept on, his unmoving body moulded to her side.  Footsteps echoed off the 
stone walls, then a voice.

"Spike?  You in here?  I need information and you'll have some answers, if 
you know what's good for you."

Riley!  Here!  In Spike's crypt!  And since when was he the boss of Spike?

Buffy looked down at herself, stark naked and clasping a sheet to her chest. 
Fat chance of hiding the scratches and bite marks that peppered her skin.  
Crap!  There was no escape from this one; and if Riley saw her now, he'd 
jump to all the right conclusions.

Spike woke as he sensed her distress and felt the lack of body where she'd 
peeled herself from his side.  Sitting up, the silken sheet slid down his 
chest to pool in his lap; he cocked his head at the sounds of the invader to 
his crypt upstairs.  Buffy was still clutching at the sheet, her heart 
racing in panic.

"What's up, love?"

"It's Riley!" she hissed through gritted teeth.

Spike went through a range of emotions; at first he grinned at the thought 
of the soldier boy finding him here, in flagrante delicto, with the Slayer 
all hot and soundly shagged.  Then came the 'oh bugger' as he realised that 
if Captain Courageous decided to pound on him there was sod all he could do 
to defend himself.  Finally, he settled on the 'oh fuck it, bring it on' 
attitude and relaxed back on the bed, pulling Buffy's warm and delectable 
body with him.

"No, Spike! It's Riley!  What we gonna do?"

She pushed weakly at his chest, melting as he ran his hand along her side, 
cupping the underside of her breast and brushing his fingers across her 
nipple. "First things first..." he murmured.  Her mouth opened as she gasped 
for air and he took full advantage, slipping his tongue inside to sweep 
across her teeth and crushing her lips with his.  She marvelled at how his 
lips could be so soft and yet so firm at the same time – oh and that 
tongue...  Instantly she was lost in him, her hands fluttering in his hair, 
across his back, gripping his butt and pulling him towards her.  Gone was 
any semblance of restraint as her body took control.  Spike rolled her onto 
her back, surged inside her and she was lost.  Riley could come and watch if 
he wanted, but there was no stopping now.  No - she was entirely consumed by 
her feelings for the vampire presently fucking her six ways from Sunday.

She stifled a gasp of pleasure by biting down on his neck; Spike growled 
against her throat and her pulse skyrocketed.  Who'd have guessed she had a 
Bite-me Buffy hidden away inside her?  God, if anything she ought to be in 
slayer overdrive at the first hint of a fang.  But no -- here she was, 
open-mouthed and open-legged, in adoration.  And Riley... sorry but he'd 
missed the boat!

Orgasm on the horizon and Buffy's eyes glazed with the pleasure accelerating 
through her.  She almost missed the horrified Riley face dipping down to 
look into the lower crypt.  It didn't matter; nothing did other than the 
feelings Spike awoke in her.  Unable to stifle the cry of pleasure as Spike 
thrust into her and simultaneously pierced the skin of her neck, Buffy 
wrapped her legs around his hips and locked him to her as she climaxed hard, 
fingers gripping the cool skin of Spike's back and leaving half-moon indents 
along his flesh.

Reality flooded back quickly as Spike was roughly torn from her embrace to 
land in a heap of naked flesh on the cold stone floor.

"What the fuck are you doing, Spike?"

Riley stood astride the vampire's body, fists clenched and face red with 
fury.  Buffy was frozen where she lay on her back, neck bleeding where fangs 
had been ripped away from her.  She propped herself up on her elbows to 
watch the outcome of the pissing contest.  She had a favourite combatant; 
but he wasn't from Iowa and that knowledge paralysed her.  She was feeling 
apprehension at potential hurt, and she knew that if it came down to it 
she'd jump in to protect the vampire.

Wow.  Gulp City.

That had sneaked up on her out of nowhere: when had she moved from 'Hot 
horny vampire, Buffy want' to 'keep your meaty hands off my...' what?  What 
was he to her?  This was all too much.

Spike knew mortal danger when he saw it.  The soldier boy was well capable 
of ripping off his head with his bare and oversized hands.  And he was 
helpless; chipped and gelded. Time seemed to slow as Riley drew back a fist 
to start the assault...and it never came.  The soldier looked down to where 
his fist was straining against a force stopping it from connecting with the 
vampire's face.  Fingers.  Small, strong fingers gripping his fist in a 
steely snare.

"Buffy!  Let go...He's got to pay for messing with you..."

Blue eyes met hers before the lids descended to shroud them from her view.  
Spike couldn't bear to watch as she backtracked away from the intimacy 
they'd shared, right back into the arms of the hulking creep.  No, he'd 
close his eyes and remember her glorious beneath him – that's the moment 
he'd be in as he dusted.

Buffy maintained her crippling grip on Riley's fist.  Seeing Spike close his 
eyes against her hurt more than she'd care to admit; as if she could let 
Riley harm him.  After all, she'd come to Spike, not the other way round.  
And against a human, Spike was defenceless.

"No.  Riley, I'm sorry.  But that's not gonna happen." she uttered softly.

Riley turned to her, sneering.  "No?  Did you say 'no'?  You haven't 
forgotten how to say no then?  Look at you – covered in bites and scratches 
like a two-bit whore.  I'm ashamed to call you my girlfriend, Buffy."

A beat.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't."

Spike opened his eyes.  Buffy still had Riley's fist immobilised in her 
smaller hand and was a vision of determination standing wrapped in his bed 
sheet, hair all tousled, lips swollen from kissing.  Had she really just 
said what he thought she'd said?

"What?"

"I said, Riley, that maybe you shouldn't call me your girlfriend.  Hell, 
maybe it's for the best anyway.  If I disgust you, walk away.  Oh wait...
I let you dust Spike and poof, no more whore?  Nice.  Leave now."

The downed vampire couldn't help the grin from stealing over his face.  This 
was a right treat! Not only was he not a big pile of dust but he was also 
going to be witness to the shooting down of the big tin soldier.  Awesome.

"What, leave you to this...freak?  Is that all you're good for, Buffy?  
Becoming a vampire's slut?  Again?  I guess Dracula wasn't enough for you."

The sound of her fist connecting with his face bounced off the walls of the 
crypt.  Riley's cheek bore the stark white outlines of her knuckles; Buffy's 
hands were now up across her mouth, her face a mask of horror.

"Riley...I... I'm sorry..."

"Forget it.  It's good to know exactly what you want.  Frankly, after all 
that weird stuff you wanted to try lately, it's a relief -- I wouldn't touch 
you with somebody else's.  I thought you were something special, Buffy, but 
boy did I get it wrong.  You're beneath me.  In fact you're welcome to each 
other – two disgusting monsters wallowing in filth."

Buffy's eyes glittered hard.  "Is that right?  Riley, you are so wrong about 
me.  And about Spike -- that 'monster' is more of a man than you could ever 
be.  I'm glad you've found out about us, saves me the trouble of making up a 
sob story to spare your feelings.  Now, if you don't mind..."

"Oh, don't worry.  I'm leaving.  But the next time I see him," he pointed to 
the bemused figure of Spike lounging on the floor, "will be the last time he 
looks on this world."

"Oh, just try it, you pillock!"

"Spike, leave this to me.  Riley, I think you should go, and if you lay a 
hand on him I'll make you hurt in places you can't even imagine.  Maybe I am 
a monster, but I'm finally starting to see that normal is never going to 
work for the Slayer.  I'm beneath you?  That's a laugh.  You wouldn't know 
what to do with the real me.  Remember the workouts?  I said I might have 
held back a little?  Well I held back a lot; otherwise you'd still be in a 
hospital bed.  And the sex?  It was nice, mostly, but did it have to be so 
hup, two, three, four, all the time?   Jeez, it was like following military 
orders!  I've had more orgasms with Spike in the last ten days than you 
could give me in ...ten years.   Never wonder why I'd jump out of bed and 
disappear to the bathroom after our 'lovemaking' as you called it?  Wasn't 
the electric toothbrush working overtime.  You just don't cut it."

Spike started to clap lazily, "Nice speech, love."

"Shut up!" both Riley and Buffy yelled at him.

"This is priceless, Buffy.  The vampire slayer can only get off when boning 
the walking corpse she should be dusting?  It'd almost be funny if it wasn't 
so warped.  Oh, I'm going, don't worry.  I don't want to be any part of this 
perverted sideshow.  But remember...watch your back, Hostile 17."

Riley sauntered over to the ladder and began his ascent.  Buffy raged at the 
bottom, pacing against the sheet wrapping itself round her legs.  As his 
feet disappeared through the hole in the floor, she shuffled over to the 
bottom of the ladder and screamed after him.

"And by the way, Riley...size does matter, also it's not okay to omit the 
foreplay because you're too tired and no...I don't get off on the smell of 
your ARMPITS!"

With a flounce she turned back to see Spike bent double howling with 
laughter.

"Now, that, pet, was bloody funny!"

"Glad you think so.  But be serious, Spike, he's out to do you damage.  And 
you with your handicap; I'm worried what he'll do."

Spike got to his feet, glib comment dying on his lips.  He prowled over to 
where she stood gripping the sheet in front of her.

"Hey, pet.  Shhhhh.  Don't you fret about me.  I can take care of myself you 
know.  Been doin' it for years.  Let him bring it on, I'm ready."

"But you're not; what can you do – he's human, Spike.  As in, the type of 
thing you can't fight.  And much as I'd like to, I can't be here always...."

Softly.  "You'd like to...?"

She looked at him then, his eyes sapphire blue and shining with unshed 
tears.  Gulp.  With one step she was back inside his embrace and all was 
well with the world.

"Spike...I don't know what's happened to me.  I need you...every second of the 
day I need you.  If I'm not touching you, I'm thinking about you.  What is 
it, why am I feeling this way?"

"Well, pet – I am devastatingly handsome and bloody sexy...but yeah, 
I see your problem.  See thing is, you've always thought of yourself as a 
home-grown American girl – all blond and bouncy, Miss Mom's Apple Pie.  And 
you are, that's true.  But you're also descended from this ancient power and 
in some ways nature overrules your nurture...and what all.  There's a darkness 
inside you...ah ah ah...don't be so quick to jump down my throat, love.  
I'll bet Drac saw that in you, wanted to show you the way to the dark path.  
Don't you know he 'yearns for you, he has searched for you' ... if you didn't 
catch the speech, you didn't miss much.  But he's right, he probably has 
been yearning for you; the demon inside of us is drawn like to like, and 
much as you want to deny it, the Slayer part of you is closer to being a 
demon than you think."

"No, that can't be right.  Giles would have told me...I'm not a demon..."

"No, pet, you're not.  But you're not entirely human either.  Did you never 
wonder where your power came from?  I've tasted you, love.  I recognise the 
source.  We're the same, Buffy.  Vampires are hybrids – human and demon 
combined; sometimes the demon is stronger and the human characteristics 
don't stand a chance against it.  But occasionally – and yours truly stands 
here as proof positive – the humanity is able to imprint some measure of 
control over the demon.  Yeah, you've only got a sliver of demon, but it's 
in there.  That's why Captain Stouthead didn't cut it for you.  You need a 
little monster in your man.  I've always thought it.  Let me be that 
monster."

There was silence.  Buffy was struggling with the thought of being the very 
thing she fought against; was he right?  Could it be true?  Spike, on the 
other hand, was kicking himself for overwhelming her with his thoughts.  But 
he'd spent a lot of time since the beating Drac's goons gave him, sitting 
alone in his crypt and wondering why his every waking and even unwaking 
notion was awash with the Slayer. It just slipped from his lips without him 
being in control.  Never was a hesitant vamp...

"I...I have to go, Spike.  I should have been at Mom's for dinner last night 
and she'll be worried.  I'll be back later, I promise.  I just need to think 
things through."

Gently, Buffy placed a tender kiss on his lips, one hand stroking down the 
angular planes of his cheeks and coming to rest on the back of his neck as 
she warmed his flesh with hers.  Spike relished the feel of her, storing up 
every moment against the possibility of this being the last time.

And even if it was, it had been worth it.

"It's ok pet; don't fret.  I'll be here when you come back.  Really, there's 
nowhere else I want to be..."

Buffy stroked his face lovingly, heart aching as she saw his eyes close and 
he leaned his cheek into her waiting palm.  He was so beautiful, long lashes 
shadowing his cheek, lips full and moist and begging to be kissed.  She had 
to go, before she fell into his bed again.

Spike felt the air swish as she moved away from him.  He couldn't watch as 
she dressed, not knowing if this would be the last time he'd see her without 
a stake in her hand.  The things she'd said, things she'd done – it made him 
too hopeful for their future together, but stacked against that was their 
shared history – and it didn't bode well.

He heard the creak of the ladder as she started to ascend.  He kept his gaze 
averted, finding something of great interest at his feet.

"Spike.  Believe in me...I am coming back."

Then she was gone.

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MONSTER IN HER MAN - CHAPTER TWO

As Buffy emerged from the darkness of Spike's crypt, she was distracted by
thoughts of the events of the last 24 hours.  She walked hesitantly, steps
slowing then speeding up as she sifted through the thoughts running through
her head.  She didn't hear the approaching demons until it was too late, and
she was bundled up in the net they'd thrown over her and knocked
unconscious.

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Spike was itching for nightfall, desperate to have at least the option of
going to find her if she didn't return.  Didn't mean he would, of course,
just meant he could – if he wanted to.   He could just picture her, all
snuggled up with the Scoobies right about now, glossing over the hours spent
with him and inventing some yarn about how Riley and she had exchanged words
– loud ones.  Hell, she could even be planning on repairing that joke of a
relationship, though it'd take some patching up.  But Buffy could do
anything she put her mind to.  She was exceptional... and she was his goddess.

He'd just dropped down to the lower crypt searching for his cigs and bourbon
for a bit of anaesthetic when he heard the door upstairs open.  He couldn't
stop the grin from stealing across his face.  Yeah, he knew she'd be back,
once bitten by the Big Bad, she couldn't help herself.  Spike bounded up the
ladder like an overgrown puppy – only to skid to a halt when he saw who the
visitor was.

"Watcher.  What brings you to the dark side?  Kiddies playing up and you
fancied some adult company?"

"I'd hardly call you...no, Spike.  Much as I enjoy our verbal sparring, I
haven't the time.  Have you seen Buffy at all?"

Buffy.  She was missing...  His heart sank to his boots.

"Not since this... since last night; she stopped by to threaten me with
violence, you know the usual thing.  But not since then...is she in trouble?"

Giles was slightly taken aback by the undertone of panic in the vampire's
voice.  Odd.  He'd have to look into that, but later, when he'd assured
himself that Buffy wasn't in danger.

"Well, that's the thing, Spike, I wish I could tell you.  All I know is she
didn't go home last night and she was supposed to be dining with her mother
– who incidentally is completely beside herself because Riley woke her when
he couldn't find Buffy.  Willow's not seen her since yesterday afternoon
when they visited the Espresso Pump.  And Xander has apparently been too
busy with Anya to even notice her absence.  Suffice it to say, it's very
unusual behaviour, even for her."

Spike reached for a cigarette, hands trembling.  This wasn't good.  She'd
left soon after sun up and should have been snuggled under the covers with
Mr Gordo for a couple of hours before school started.  Where was she?

"Tell you what, Giles, I'll head out and hit the demon bars, see what I can
come up with.  Need about another ten minutes or so before sunset.  'Course,
you'll owe me..."

"Oh naturally -- heaven forbid you'd actually help for altruistic reasons."

"Vampire here, Watcher.  You keep forgetting I'm evil down to my little toes
-- besides, need a few quid to curry favour.  Find myself temporarily
embarrassed in the cash department."

It was the truth; digging up all of his readies to get Drac out of Sunnydale
had wiped him out.  And being as how he'd spent the last ten days healing,
he hadn't even been able to play cards to try and recoup.  Wasn't going to
tell Watcherman that though, no.  Until – or more like if, to be honest -
Buffy came clean about them, he'd better stick to his usual MO.

"So.  What cash have you got on you?  Not gonna get very far in the demon
bars with a screw cap off a bottle of JD."

Giles tutted, digging into his pockets for notes.  He came up with $37 and
change.

"Here.  But I want a receipt.  And don't forget, Spike, you're there to find
out about Buffy, not to buy blood for your boozing buddies."

Spike nodded in acknowledgement, turning away to hide his eyes.  Not like he
had any mates anyway, not since he started helping the Slayer.  And that was
fine with him.

"Right then.  Best get ready.  Don't let the door hit you on the way out,
Watcher.  I'll be in touch if I find anything out.  You'll let me know if
I'm off the leash, yeah?  If she comes back?"

Spike tried to keep his voice even, but still Giles wondered at the tone. 
It was almost as if he was bothered, personally bothered, that Buffy was
missing.  Must be the acoustics in the crypt.  Couldn't be anything else,
surely.

Shaking his head at the peculiar turn his thoughts were taking, Giles made
his way out, closing the door behind him with a clunk.

Alone now, Spike was seriously freaking.  He raced to his weapons chest...
what to take...  Until he knew where she was and what had her, he didn't know
what he'd need.  He settled on a couple of stakes, the crossbow, and his
rifle.  Stashing some ninja stars and a knuckle-duster in his pockets, he
checked the sun situation and headed out.  First stop Willy's.

As he made his way across town, he conducted an internal debate.  What the
fuck was he doing?  It was likely that Buffy was off telling Captain
Cardboard that she'd had a hex put on her or something, and by now they'd be
having a celebratory shag.  Yeah – that'd be right.  And the sorry sod would
be so magnanimous about forgiving her too.  But he knew, somehow he knew
that things were not right with his girl.  They'd swallowed each other's
blood, and something had happened as the nectar of her Slayer blood slid
down his throat.  He'd tasted his own blood on her lips, weak as water in
comparison to the fine wine of hers, and something sizzled along his spine
when their eyes met.  They'd connected; he could feel her – not like a
claim, nothing that overt and certainly not enough to locate her, but a
sense of her -- enough to know that she was uneasy and angry, wherever she
was.

He flung the door of Willy's Bar open and strode in like he owned the place,
weapons carried carelessly in his hands.  He didn't belong now, not really,
but he still had enough of the Big Bad vibe going on for him to cause a
number of imbibers to scoot away from his leather-clad form – some even
sidling out the door.  There was a sibilant hiss running around the room in
his wake; Spike amused himself by growling and flashing the fangs just to
see if he got a reaction.  The hissing stopped.  Dropping the game face,
Spike glared at the row of assorted demons sitting at the bar.  Eventually
one young and particularly nervous Skalath demon slinked off the stool,
tripping over his tail and third leg as he went.  Spike took the seat,
snagging the remains of the drink left in front of him.

The demons to his left and right tried to put a safety zone between them and
him without making it obvious.  Yep, his reputation definitely preceded him,
he was the Big Bad -- or maybe they just didn't want to be close to the
Slayer's lapdog.

"Willy!  Me old mate.  Fill up the glass with O neg -- no pig's!  Give me
the house best."

Willy considered his options.  He was human, and if rumours were true
William the Bloody could no more do him damage than could a three-year-old. 
But he'd assumed that the vampire was toothless in the past only to be
bitten on the backside by that notion. He hollered through to the back and a
pale figure drifted into view.

"Yeah, boss?"

"Vance, gonna need to change the barrel here.  The vamp wants a drop of the
good stuff.  Spill."

Bloodlust almost overwhelmed Spike as he watched the human drag a sharp
blade across his wrist, splitting apart scar tissue to open the vein.  The
aroma of freshly spilled human blood hit him right in the gut and he
couldn't help the switch to his demon visage.  His mouth watered, fangs
traced by his long pink tongue as he watched the carafe fill to the brim
with warm, ruby red elixir of life.  He followed every movement with hungry
eyes, licking his lips as a tumbler was placed in front of him.

"On the house, Spike.  You know, goodwill and all that.  I'm thinking of
starting a Happy Hour for the regulars.  Good plan, right?"

Spike nodded in acknowledgement and quickly drained the glass.  Now that was
a turn up for the books.  Willy wouldn't even give away his own bodily
waste.  Something was up.

As Willy moved to take the glass away, Spike gripped his wrist, wincing as
blinding pain shot through his head courtesy of the government chip.

"Where is she, Willy?"

"She...I...I...what 'she' are you talking about, Spike.  You lost someone?"

Spike glared at him, keeping a hold of his wrist despite the fact his head
was about to explode.

Shoulders sagging in defeat as he realised that there was no way to break
the vampire's grip, Willy leaned towards him conspiratorially.  He raised
his eyebrows and waggled them in a 'c'mere' way.  Sighing, but following the
narrative imperative, Spike shifted his upper body towards the purveyor of
demon wares.

"What."

It was a statement, not a question.  The answer wasn't requested – it was
taken as read that it was coming.

"Perhaps I might have heard a little snippet of information that may be
useful to my good buddy Spike, given all freely and without any thought of
asking for anything in return."

"Willy..."

"Ok -- the word on the grapevine is that the Slayer is all thralled up and
waiting for fang at Castle Drac.  Folks are saying that she's to replace the
bride who recently shuffled off this immortal coil at the hands of an angry
mob."

Spike muttered under his breath "There's always an angry mob..."

Dragging a deep and useless breath into dead lungs, he let go of Willy's now
bruised and aching wrist.  The snitch had done his job; he'd told his tale. 
No point hurting him anymore.  And besides, Spike felt sick to the stomach
from the pain in his head and the last thing he wanted was juicy blood
making an embarrassing reappearance.

Gritting his teeth, Spike shoved himself away from the bar and headed out
the door.  Stony silence shrouded the room as the pissed-off vampire kicked
over a table on his way out.

"So...who fancies a round of pin the tail on the Morlax demon?"

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Buffy was yanking at the manacles that kept her bound, wrists and ankles,
to  the wall.  She'd come to a few minutes ago, no knowledge of how she got
wherever she was and seriously pissed off.  Nobody messed with her; she was
the freaking Slayer!  Who had the nerve to fling a net over her and then
chain her to a wall?  Well, there was one person...but that was before.

Spike had no need to stoop that low.  After all, he must know that if he
just waited long enough she'd come running.  She was done kidding herself. 
Sooner or later her stylish yet affordable boots would click clack across
the cold stone floor of his crypt before being flung to the four corners of
the room along with the rest of her clothes as they stripped for action. It
was a sex thing, and that was all it was.  Faith said that slaying got her
hungry and horny and at the time Buffy had denied it, but hell, she was a
big girl now and she could tell it like it was.  Spike said she needed some
monster in her man, and maybe he was right.  Didn't mean she cared for him. 
Was just a warrior thing, celebrating another survival.

Yeah, right.

Did that explain why, when she lay at his side, his arms flung over her and
pulling her snug against his cool body, it felt as if she was in the one
place she'd always longed to be?  Why when he whispered her name against her
skin did it resonate deep inside her soul?  Why did the evil undead have her
crying his name to the heavens?

She knew why.  She just couldn't quite accept it.  Not yet.

And she wouldn't get a chance to unless she got out of this...dungeon?  She
was in a dungeon?  Yep, complete with cold stone walls, braziers, smoking
torches, creaking door, genuine cobwebs...

She stared into the darkness as the approaching footsteps echoed around the
dank space.  The voice started before she could see its owner.

"Ah, Slayer.  You are awake.  Zank you for being my guest; I trust you are
comfortable?"

Dracula.

"Oh for crying out loud -- is this is your idea of comfortable, you jerk? 
I  don't know what you want with me but -- " and she felt lame saying it, "my
boyfriend is so gonna kick your ass!"

Well, he was her boyfriend...kinda.  Maybe.

"Ah, ze large military man...yes, I know of zis person.  I understand zat he
is ...occupied elsevhere.  No matter, he vill not trouble us."

"Huh?  No – not Riley.  He's so dumped."

Dracula wore a rare look of bewilderment on his pallid face.  His
information was out of date; somebody would lose a limb over this.  But if
not him, then who?  He'd only been absent from Sunnydale for less than two
weeks and he doubted that the Slayer would take a new lover so quickly. 
Possibly someone she already knew?

"Zo, it is ze villing and eager to please little puppy viz ze soulful eyes? 
I am...disappointed, Slayer.  He's not man enough for you."

"What?  Puppy?  Oh, you mean Xander – no!  A world of no...and where do you
get off questioning me on my love life anyway?  Look, just let me loose and
we'll say no more about it.  You know I can take you."

"And yet...you are still helpless and I stand here ravished by your beauty. 
I  sink not.  My plan is infinitely superior -- and zere will be music!"

Buffy didn't really feel threatened, it was only a matter of time before she
broke out of the manacles and then Drac would be blowing in the wind.  But
he unnerved her with his black, mesmerising eyes.  Crap.  She felt the pull
of his will as he exerted his thrall over her.  Her strength seemed sapped
and she sagged back against the wall.

"I vill make you my bride, as I have a vacancy at present.  You vill be my
beloved... I have searched for you, I have yearned for you...

"Still not convincing, chum. Must be the way you say it..."

Dracula spun round to meet the outstretched fist of a thoroughly pissed off
master vampire.  The cloaked legend sprawled on his back at Spike's feet.

"Hey, love, if you wanted to avoid me you could've just sent a note..."

"Spike!  You came for me!  Erm...thanks!"

Spike took a step towards her only to find himself on his knees as Dracula
grabbed at his ankles and brought him down.  There was a scramble, fists,
fangs and feet playing equal parts in the grudge match that had been
building for decades.  Buffy tried again to rattle herself free but the
manacles were Grade A and free of those pesky faults that would have the
locks springing open.  No, these were solid and securely fastened by a
well-trained minion no doubt, and the most she could do was pull on the
chains linked through the restraints to ease her aching shoulders.

She could do nothing but watch anxiously as the figures wrestled on the
floor, first black then platinum blond hair belonging to the vamp with the
upper hand.  They were evenly matched, it had to be said.  Her Slayer side
observed the moves and strength of her natural enemies, but the part of her
that was... softening...towards Spike howled with frustration that she couldn't
get free and help.

The whirlwind of flailing limbs stopped as the two vampires sprang apart and
to their feet.  Spike shook himself, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he
gloried in the well-matched fight.  Dracula on the other hand was anxiously
checking his clothing for rips and tears and smoothing down his dishevelled
hair.  They eyed each other warily.

"That all you've got, Drac?  No flashy gypsy tricks up your fancy sleeves? 
Not that the panne velvet isn't slippery – but fighting in a cloak?"  As he
spoke he was trying to retrieve the stakes he'd stashed away earlier, the
crossbow and rifle useless and way back in the cavern anyway.  Where the
bloody hell had they gone?

"Do not speak!  I vill not hear you.  You dare to attack me in my own
domain?  I am Count Dracula, Prince of Darkness, who..."

"Oh please, not that old chestnut.  Do us a favour and put another record
on."   Spike let his fists drop and lit a cigarette, ignoring the prissy
nose-wrinkling that his elder made a huge show of.

"Villiam.  Be careful.  I am not alone in zhese caverns.  I choose not to
summon my minions because I do not think you vorthy.  But that could
change..."

Spike quirked his scarred brow in answer.  Every inch of his compact yet
well-muscled body was screaming 'bring it on'.  And anyway, he'd found a
sharpened stake in his back pocket and his fingers were even now closing in
around it...

"Ahem!"  Buffy cleared her throat.  Both vampires professed to have her as
the centre of their universe, but momentarily seemed to have forgotten her
existence.

Azure blue and raven black eyes turned to her.  Buffy rattled her chains and
tilted her head.

"Ah, Slayer...you vish to be released, yes?  Vell, I apologise for detaining
you.  Of course you vill be freed soon – once I have dealt with...zis annoying
little pest.  Do not vorry, you vill have all the time you need to make
preparations for your vedding."

TBC

*giggles*  I really love writing Dracula as all soppy and effete, makes me
laugh.  So...what lies in store for our lovers?  All will be revealed in the
final part...



 

Title : MONSTER IN HER MAN - CHAPTER THREE
Author : SpikesDeb aka Debs <spikesgirl_453@hotmail.com>
Rating : NC17
Disclaimer : I own nada, I crave everything, I worship at the feet of Joss
et al.  Maybe he'll let me play some more with his toys; he's nice like
that!
Shoutouts : Once again to my beta NanaLou who has astouned me by beta'ing
whilst on  holiday.  I'd say that deserved a big hug....*hug*
Feedback : Yes please!  I am thrilled folks like this story; it kind of
grew.................:D

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Spike growled.  Dracula was truly insane.  Wedding preparations?  Over his
extremely undead body...

Buffy snarled at the legendary vampire; she may be temporarily incapacitated
by unyielding iron but she was NOT going to be the hapless female signing up
for his weird idea of happy families.  And besides, what would Spike think? 
'There I go again....Spike, Spike, Spike!  One track mind girl has taken
control in hormone central'

While Dracula preened himself and strutted in front of his captive, Spike
narrowed his eyes and sought a solution to the immediate problem.  So, the
poncey git actually thought he could lay clammy hands on his girl, did he? 
Not going to happen.  'Think, Spike...'

Dracula oozed smarmy sincerity from his pasty pores as he flashed his
dazzling white smile at the Slayer.  Spike snorted – as if those were his
own teeth!  God, before the magic of cosmetic dentistry was readily
available Drac had sported a mouthful of tombstones.  But credit where it's
due, it was a lovely job – even retained fully functional fangs and all. 
'Focus Spike...Buffy's manacled; insane master vampire wanting to take her as
his bride.'

Odds would be considerably shortened if the Slayer played tag with him in
his all-in wrestling match; first order of business therefore was to get her
free.

"Look, Drac...I'll make a deal with you.  You want to wed the Slayer here... all
well and good, although personally I think you're making a big mistake.  Got
quite a temper on her, you know, as well as a tendency to whittle wood into
lethal points.  Yammers on something painful too.  But thing is – I
earmarked this one long before you came on the scene with your mysterious
smoke and velvet cape.  I've been stalking her for years now, getting to
know her friends, palling up with her mum and all.  Was just about to drain
me my third Slayer when you come to town and bugger things up.  There's
etiquette 'bout this stuff, and you know it.  This is my hunting ground, you
can't just take my kills without a trade off."

He heard the gasp behind him, was aware of the hurt look he'd see if he
turned to look into the Slayer's eyes.  He willed her to understand that he
didn't mean what he was saying.   But if he could lull Drac into thinking he
was cooperating, he'd have a better shot at freeing Buffy and trouncing the
sad, slimy git once and for all.

Dracula paused to consider; he'd already ruined a good silk shirt brawling
with William the Bloody on his previous visit to Sunnydale and he was almost
certain he'd heard a rip in his second-best cloak when he was rolling about
on the dungeon floor.  A vampire with his reputation had to keep up
appearances and such things did not come cheap.  He'd listen to the impudent
whelp.  Anyway he was intrigued that it had taken so long for the notorious
warrior to take down this Slayer; if he'd been here for years then either
the vampire was slipping or Buffy Summers was trickier than she looked. 
Most of all, he really didn't want to part with Spike's cash.  Had it all
earmarked out for some silky waistcoats and willing virgins to unbutton
them.

"Very vell – vhat do you propose?"

Spike stifled a sigh of relief and hid his shaking hands by lighting another
cigarette.  He took the time to compose himself, dragging on the cigarette
and blowing out the smoke before he answered.

"For a start there's the little matter of that thirty grand...don't seem right
you holding on to my dosh when you didn't keep your end of the bargain.  I'd
never have had you down as a welcher, Drac – give it back."

Damn.  Still, words were cheap and he had plenty of them to splash around. 
"Zat can be arranged... But I still haven't heard anyzing zat vould convince
me to call off my volves.  And as you can see, I really do have ze Slayer at
my mercy.  You vould have to be very persuasive indeed."

"Maybe this'll help you make your mind up."  Spike gripped a stake in his
left hand, point mere inches from Dracula's chest.  He'd used the time Drac
had been pontificating to sneak the weapon out of his back pocket.  He
smirked; who was the master vampire now?

"Don't be stupid, Villiam, you know zat I can disappear.  You have seen me
do it many times, I vould be gone before you could pierce my skin.  Vhy do
you persist in doing zis?"

"Don't like to lose.  Don't like being pissed on by some poof in a big
girl's blouse.  And I don't like any ponce touching my bird."

Dracula and Buffy both gasped in sync.  "Your what?"

"Ah, erm...well...hey!  Who's the one with the stake here?  Have a little
respect."

"Spike," Buffy murmured, her voice deceptively sweet, "what's a 'bird'?"

"S'alright, petal, it's a term of endearment, trust me.  It is!"

Buffy jingled her manacles again in an emphatic plea to be released; it gave
Spike the chance to rush Drac when the dark haired vampire turned to the
source of the noise, the stake actually drawing blood as the tip broke the
skin over his heart.  Dracula stilled, eyes wide as he realised he'd
underestimated William the Bloody.  Any movement and the stake would pierce
his heart and no flashy gypsy trick could help him then.  For the trick to
work he needed to disperse his bodily form just before the stake hit pay
dirt – but that depended on him having enough time to do that.  And the
pressure at his breastbone informed him that time was something he was
rapidly running out of.

Spike pressed the stake in a little further and held out one hand.  He
grinned as the cold metal key for the manacles was placed on his palm and he
curled his fingers around it.  Yeah, he was still the Big Bad.  Without
looking he tossed the key to Buffy, who caught it easily and made fast work
of unlocking the restraints, despite the awkward position of her hands.  A
blur of movement heralded her arrival right in front of the two vampires,
extremely pissed off and ready for a set-to.

Vampire senses went on red alert as they recognised vengeful Slayer about to
strike; made their blood run...well...not, as it happened.  Spike held on to the
stake, battling to ignore the "RUN" message struggling to make it through to
his feet.  He was pretty sure she wasn't really upset with him, but she was
tricky – he hadn't been lying to Drac earlier.  He tried a lopsided smile,
the tongue curl, bit of a head tilt – nope, that really wasn't going to cut
it, judging by the icy glint in her eyes and the straight line of her mouth.
  Probably needed to calm down a bit of time before she'd cut him some
slack.  Fair enough, he did kinda say he wanted to kill her...

"So – not as sure of yourself now are you oh 'Prince of Darkness'?  No
snappy lines about yearning, no sprouting wings and dive-bombing me?  Tsssk,
you're slipping."

Spike's amusement rumbled in his chest and Dracula whimpered plaintively as
he felt the stake draw ever nearer to his heart.

"And I don't know what you're laughing at, Spike.  Gonna drain your third
Slayer, huh?"  Green eyes glittering and hard – definitely not amused.

"I can explain..."

"You'd better.  Now, do I have to leave you boys alone to duke it out or can
we cut the crap and get on with it?"

"Slayer, I offer you immortality, to spend your days vith me, surrounded by
opulence and vealth.  Vhat can zis stripling offer you that can compare to
zat?"

Buffy's snort of laughter died as she turned her attention to said
stripling, who was presently hanging his head in self-doubt.  That was the
question, really, wasn't it?

Spike's head snapped up at her reply.  "I really don't know – but I'm damn
well going to find out.   Spike?  What did you mean before about 'dosh'?  Is
that a vampire thing?"

"No Slayer, it's a money thing.  Old Drac here was supposed to leave town
never to return, paid him thirty grand and let his boys work me over for the
privilege.  Should have known he wouldn't keep his word."

Buffy's face showed her surprise.  The cuts and bruises, the limp – he'd
actually let Dracula beat him up?  And paid him money to go away?  Why would
he do that?

"But...why would you...?"

"Seemed like a good idea at the time.  It's no big deal, had me a right
rollicking workout with some nasty demon types and got the old blood
flowing.  All kinds of fun was had."

"And you did that for me?"

"Not entirely -- fitted in with my plans, you know?  Poncey git comes into
my town and tries to take over?  What would that do to my already ripped to
shreds reputation?  Vamps have standards too, you know."

Almost convincing.

Buffy flashed him a warm smile; the ice in her eyes was definitely melting. 
Big Bad...yeah, with a soft and mushy centre.

"Ok, this is what'll happen.  Count Dracula – I think you should melt back
into the shadows and become a myth again.  If you're desperate for fame, go
trek to Hollywood, plenty of B-movie makers there who'd be happy to give you
screen time.  William the Bloody – you'll forget about the money and walk
out of here with me now.  Ah ah ah... the way you live?  Doesn't seem to me
you've done very well with the money anyway, so you won't miss it.  That's
the deal, boys.  If it's not to your liking, then fine – Spike can ram the
stake home, one less vampire for me to dust and I'm sure we can fight our
way through the dregs of your army of minions.  Be kinda fun."

She let the offer dangle for a little while, Spike pressing the stake
further into Drac's chest without any prompting.  What a team they made.

"So, what's it to be?  Dusty demise or fame and fortune?  Countdown starts
now..."

Dracula's hiss of rage as his fangs descended lasted mere moments before a
cloud of dust surrounded the two blonds.  Buffy inhaled without thinking,
choking on the desiccated remains of her ancient enemy and Spike dropped the
stake to pat her on the back.

"I'm fine, I'm fine...could do with a drink... Let's get out of here."

They started walking down the cavern stopping to gather the rifle and
crossbow that Spike had stashed earlier.  "Guns, Spike?  Never useful..."

"Yeah, I'll try to remember that, Slayer, if we make it out of here."

Couple of dozen minions later, including the weeping widows who were now
blowing in the wind with their late husband, Dracula, the Slayer and her
vampire lover made it to the cavern entrance.  The sky was beginning to
lighten heralding a new day.  Thing was, what would the new day hold?

"Well, Slayer, looks like I'd better get myself all cosied up in the
darkness.  Don't feel up to playing peek-a-boo with Mr Sunshine after the
night I've had."

The unspoken invitation lay heavy between them.

"Well, I should probably head on home too..."

Spike stifled his disappointment.  She was right, she should.  Didn't mean
he wanted her to though.  "Yeah, maybe that's best."

Warm fingers laced with his cooler ones, her firm grip burning his skin. 
"But just to see you don't get into any more trouble, I'll walk you home."

The automatic snide retort died on his lips.  Being walked home by the
Slayer?  She wasn't kicking him into touch just yet then...

They walked in silence for a while, breaking into a run as dawn threatened
to beat them before they reached the crypt.  Spike burst through the door
only slightly singed, Buffy standing on the threshold.  Blue eyes locked on
hazel, emotions strung out between them, each unsure of what was happening
here.

"Er...you fancy a nightcap, Slayer?"

"Thought you'd never ask..."

With one step she was through the door and in his arms.  Firm lips met hers;
the arms she'd ached to be wrapped in held her close, almost crushing her. 
Clinging to him like she couldn't get close enough, she wrapped her legs
around his back, locking her ankles to keep herself in place as he started
to walk, still kissing her like there was no tomorrow.

"Door..." she managed to gasp out against his lips.  Spike backed up and
kicked the door shut, surprising Buffy when he turned and slammed her up
against it.  He had one hand braced at the side of her head, the other
firmly gripping her ass as he ground his groin against her heat.  Buffy's
fingers tangled in the unruly curls at the nape of his neck drawing him ever
closer as she devoured him.  This surge of lust she felt every time he was
near, this need to connect...was it what she could expect always?  God she
hoped so!

Spike crouched down a little to take her weight on his thigh as he snaked
the hand from her ass and round between them, unfastening his jeans and
shoving them down.  Buffy's strangled cry against his mouth as his very
obvious hard-on thwacked her as it sprung free had him chuckling.  Now he
had to think – how the fuck was he going to get her out of her jeans?

"Christ, Slayer, ever considered wearing a skirt?  Might be handy..."

"Buffy...call me Buffy...I love how it sounds coming from your mouth..."

Even more obvious hard-on now....

"Buffy...god, love...ok, stop moving...aaaaaargh, no fair..."

Buffy's hand was now firmly wrapped around his cock and squeezing
rhythmically.  "Don't want to lose the momentum, honey.  I have plans for
you.  And you're gonna need this."

Spike saw spots before his eyes.  'Always thought it was a bloody figure of
speech'

With a burst of vampiric strength the denim was ripped to shreds, the crotch
seam giving way under the onslaught, and Buffy found herself suddenly filled
with engorged cock.  No time for preliminaries – just the desperate need to
be joined. Exactly what she wanted.

The remnants of her jeans flapped around her, still attached to her booted
feet.   Spike had his head nestling on her neck, his forehead leaning
against the door as he thrust into her, hard.  Buffy screamed with pleasure
at the touch of his fingers on her nipple, the coolness of his flesh
heightening the sensation as the nub hardened almost painfully.  The lick of
his tongue along her jugular removed her last vestige of self-control and
she started babbling his name and begging him to move harder, faster, to
bite her...

'What the fuck?  Bite her?'

He raised his head, quelling the demon that was all too eager to do exactly
what she asked.  Buffy was biting down on her lower lip, even white teeth
worrying away at the pink flesh.  Then she snaked out her moist tongue and
licked the swollen flesh, eyes wide and fixed on his.  "Please...I need you
to...please, Spike..."

Fight over.  Fangs lengthened, brow ridged, growl built.  "You're mine,
Buffy...all mine..."

She nodded, unable to speak as she felt the pain of penetration that
followed the delicious pressure of the twin fangs on her yielding flesh,
felt the trickle of blood that escaped his rapturous suckling and rolled
slowly down her breast.  The pain melted away as he took her blood, timing
the pulls at her neck with the thrust of his cock deep inside her slick
pussy.  It wasn't pretty, but it was real, and it was what they both needed
right now.  A sweep of his tongue across the wound his fangs left had her
convulsing around his length, her muscles milking him and taking what she
wanted.  Spike sought out her lips with his, the tang of her own blood
exciting her even as it revolted her when she sucked his tongue inside her
mouth and bit down on it hard.  New ripples of pleasure ran through her as
he thrust even harder, so hard she was sure she was heading through the
solid wood door and out into the graveyard.  With a howl, Spike climaxed,
his cool semen hitting her womb and triggering another orgasm that eclipsed
the one still spiralling through her.

And they hadn't even made it to the bed yet.

Panting, Buffy unwrapped her legs from around Spike's back and tried them
out for sturdiness as he lowered her to the floor.  'Weak, wobbly, and
virtually useless – how does he do that,' she wondered dazedly.  She leant
up against his sculpted chest, pouting as she realised he was still wearing
his t-shirt and there was no nipple to nibble.  She gazed down and couldn't
help laughing when she spotted his half-mast jeans and matching cock, eager
to play again.

"What now, Buffy?  Hardly doing my ego any favours, love."

"I'm sorry, baby...it's just – you look so funny with your jeans half-on."

"Wouldn't throw stones, pet – you seen yourself lately?"

Buffy checked out her apparel, having to concede that in the ridiculous
stakes she probably won hands down...pants down even.

They giggled softly, eyes meeting and noting the emotions on show there. 
The intensity scared them both a little, immediately sobering the mood. 
Spike's palm cupped Buffy's face as he bestowed a single, sweet kiss to her
bruised lips.  "Come to bed, love," he whispered.  "Want to hold you."

Buffy nodded, unable to form words.  She was scared; this wasn't a fight and
fuck deal, she couldn't kid herself that's all it was anymore.  She had so
many emotions warring inside her whenever she was near him.  She knew what
she should be feeling, hell Giles had drilled her relentlessly on the whole
'vampire bad – slayer kill' riff.  But the last thing she wanted to do was
kill him.

A moment of pure clarity hit her.

She'd fallen in love with him...how could she...but she had.  Adding it all up,
all the fighting, the dancing they'd done over the years, the fact that
she'd never been able to kill him, the fact that she felt safe and secure in
the arms of the creature she should be staking, the fact that she thought
she'd die if she never got to kiss him again – she loved him.

She saw the same look she knew she wore on his face.  Gulp.

"Yes, Spike.  Take me to bed; I need to...I have to tell you something."

Hurriedly pulling up the jeans so that he could walk, he gently lifted her
into his arms and made his way over to the opening to the lower crypt, his
eyes never leaving hers.  He jumped down, landing softly, and then laid her
on the bed.  Buffy lay back, closing her eyes in bliss as she felt strong
fingers remove her boots and the shredded jeans, felt the bed dip as he
coaxed her to sit up while he slipped her shirt off over her head.  She lay
back, naked to his gaze, hair spread on the pillow beneath her, but he
needed to see more.  He could make out her form with his enhanced eyesight,
but his golden girl deserved light.  Candles were soon lit and bathing her
nude body in gleaming illumination.  Buffy turned her head to see him shrug
out of the jeans and toe off his boots, the t-shirt skimmed off and tossed
down to join the pile of clothes behind him.

She couldn't stifle a gasp.  He was glorious, not an imperfection on his
body as he was outlined in the soft light of the candles.  Muscles well
defined but not bulky as they rippled beneath velvet skin, abs flexing above
the dark curls of his groin when he started to prowl towards her.  Her pulse
rocketed, eyes wide and mouth dry as she drank him in.

Moving slowly he lay on the bed at her side and tenderly stroked her hair
away from her flushed cheeks.  Another soft kiss, just as sweet as the one
upstairs, but this time he lazily opened her lips and snaked his tongue
inside to sweep around hers.  This must be ecstasy, this feeling he was
creating with his actions.  She needed to tell him that, he deserved it. 
She'd seen his doubt when Dracula was baiting him about what he could offer
her.  This.  He could offer her this.  Everything.

"Spike..."

He leaned up on one elbow looking down on her with gentle eyes while his
free hand played with her golden tresses.  "What, love?"

"This thing we have...what is it to you?"

What a question!  Everything, that was all...every sodding good thing in his
life.  His reason for not being dust, his reason for opening his eyes in the
evening.  Yeah, that's exactly what to say to have her sprinting out and
away from the crazy obsessed vampire.

"I love... being with you, Buffy, you know I do.  You make me ache...in the best
way.  Love...touching you."

"But what is it?  Is it a fling, a temporary insanity?  You vampire, me
slayer...what's wrong with this picture?"

Spike failed to hide the pain in his eyes; so this was the thing.  This was
where she said 'thanks for the shag, now I have to go play at being the good
girl'.  Yeah, that figured.

But Buffy noticed the stiffening of his shoulders, the bowed head.  And it
hurt her to think she'd caused him pain.  Any last reservation melted away
as she grabbed for his hand, still twisted in her hair, and linked his
fingers.

"Shall I tell you?  Nothing.  Absolutely nothing is wrong.  In fact,
everything is right.  I'm never going to have the two point five kids and a
white picket fence.  Hell, I probably won't live long enough to even think
about that.  I have to live in the now, Spike, seize the day kind of thing. 
I don't want to waste any more time with mixed signals and doing what my
Watcher and my friends think I should be doing.  It's time I did what I want
to do.  And I want you.  It feels right when I'm with you."

Spike's head snapped up, amazement and bewildered confusion chasing over his
features.

"You mean..."

"I mean, Spike, and god this is harder than I thought...I...think...no I know that
I...kinda love you."

It wasn't the most forceful declaration of love in the world, wouldn't go
down as a 'Great Romantic Declaration of Our Time', but it was the most
wonderful thing Spike had ever heard.

"Say that again."

"I love you, you big dork!  Now kiss me."

One gobsmacked vampire hurried to do as he was told.  No question who had
the upper hand in this relationship.  She did.  No contest.

"Do you...do you love me?" Buffy's little voice ghosted across his lips.  Did
she really not know?

"Buffy...I love you so much, I think I'll burst; you're in my gut, my dreams. 
Don't know how you got in there, but you're setting up shop right here."  He
splayed his hand across his chest, over his heart.  "I want to be a better
man for you, love.  I'll try..."

"Don't want a better man, want you.  Fangs and all...in fact..."  With a glint
of devilment in her eyes, Buffy bit down on the soft part of the arm resting
beside her head eliciting a growl from her vampire.

"Should be careful about biting a vampire, love.  Never know what might
happen."

"Oh promises, promises...I'm counting on it.  Then later we have to tell my
mom.  And then the Scoobies too, explain about the marks."

"Bloody hell, I must be dreaming!  But maybe not show your mum, yeah?"

"Yeah, maybe not."

THE END



So.............I made it Spuffy!  Yay me!  Sorry for those wanting more Riley
bashing but this was always about my two favourites.  You'll have to just
take it from me that he was dumped and dissed.  :D