Buffy ran across campus, trying to lead her pursuer to where she wanted him. Once in a secluded area, she finally turned to face the Vampire.

“Looks like you got me,” she said in a timid voice.

The vampire stopped running & swaggered towards her, “This won’t hurt a bit,” it growled.

Buffy rolled her eyes, “Oh, pahlease!”

She whipped out a stake and watched in delight as the Vampire’s face turned from a cocky expression into one of fear.

“Slayer!”

Buffy smiled and twirled her stake, “The very same,” she said, before attacking her prey.

The fight only lasted minutes, before Buffy staked the fledgling. She pouted,

“Could they be any more pathetic? I don’t think the forces of darkness are even trying. You could make a little effort here you know. Give me something to work with,” she said to no one in particular. She brushed the dust off her clothes and sauntered off.

On higher ground, Spike watched the Slayer with narrowed eyes, “Watch your mouth, little girl. You should know better than to tempt the fates that way. Cos the Big Bad is back and this time you’re not gonna stop me.”

Spike finished his cigarette, before making his way back to the abandoned house he was hiding out in.

***

“So no killing the girl?” Asked the larger of the two muscled men in front of Spike.

Spike nodded at the mercenaries he’d hired, “That’s right, mate. I don’t care what you have to do to get her here, but I want her brought to me alive. I’ve got plans.”

The two men took the money Spike gave them, “Half now and half when the job’s done,” said the blond vampire, “Oh, and be careful, lads. Like I said, girl’s the Slayer and extra strong. She also heals fast.”

The two men looked at each other, “Just leave it to us, Mr Spike. We know how to handle difficult merchandise.”

***

Buffy was in the shower humming to herself, with her back to the glass door, when all of a sudden she felt a draught as it opened. Before she had time to react a big hairy hand clamped over her mouth, while another grabbed her around the waist. She was pulled kicking from the shower and held tightly, while some great ape came towards her with a hypodermic needle.

Buffy panicked as she felt the needle go into her arm. Her muscles weakened and she vainly tried to stay conscious, but it was no good. She slumped into the arms that held her.

The man holding the empty syringe looked at her, “Guess this elephant tranquilliser was just what she needed.”

The man holding Buffy grunted, “Yeah, told yer. Now let’s get her to Spike before she decides to wake up.”

The two men placed Buffy on a carpet and rolled her up, before exiting the washroom. To any of the students they met, it looked like two workmen carrying a roll of old carpet.

***

Spike looked up, intrigued as his two hired men entered the room carrying a roll of old carpet.

“Well?” He asked with a quirk of his scarred eyebrow.

The men didn’t answer. They simply dropped the bulk of the carpet to the floor, whilst holding the end and rolled the carpet out towards Spike.

Spike watched the unravelling carpet and grinned when a naked, unconscious Slayer landed at his feet. He looked at the men,

“I think I owe you some money.”

He held out a bundle of notes to the men, who promptly snatched the money and took a step back.

“Now, get out!” Spike growled in vamp mode.

The two men hurried away and Spike looked down at the naked Slayer. His features returned to normal.

“Well, well, well,” he purred, as he picked her up into his arms and felt her soft skin. Wasn’t this going to be fun? Looked like his plans had changed.

***

Buffy lay chained and spread-eagled to Spike’s bed, her tanned skin looking even more golden against the black satin sheets. She was still unconscious and Spike was patiently waiting for her to come round. While he was waiting, he sat on a chair painting her in all her naked glory. Peaches was going to receive a nice present from him.

Spike was just adding the finishing touches to the painting, when he saw Buffy stir. He watched in fascination as she slowly awakened and tried to sit up. The chains on her wrists stopped her

“What the…?” She muttered.

“Hello, Cutie!” Drawled Spike.

Buffy raised herself as far as she could and glared at the Vampire.

“Spike! I might have known. Let me out of these chains so that we can fight fairly and I’ll stake your undead arse.”

“You want to fight me naked, Slayer? Kinky, but I’m game if you are.”

Buffy looked down at herself and blushed,

“You pervert!” she seethed.

Spike smirked, “Actually - you being naked wasn’t my idea. I hired two charming blokes to bring you to me and they must have grabbed you out the shower. I was somewhat surprised, but not disappointed by this as it presented me with a totally new way of torturing you.”

Spike held up his painting of her, “Think Peaches will appreciate this?”

Buffy glared at the erotic painting of her. He had clearly painted it while she had been unconscious, except he’d changed a few things. Her head was flung back in what could only be described as ecstasy and her mouth was open in a groan. Her nipples were rock hard with desire and her clitoris was swollen and wet between her splayed legs. The detail was amazing and she flushed with embarrassment.

“He won’t believe that’s me!”

“Oh, he will. Maybe not whose bed you’re in, but then the video tape will clear that up for him.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, beginning to worry now.

Spike stood at the end of the bed, “Why, Pet, I mean the video of us two shagging.”

Buffy’s eyes grew wide, “You’re insane! Angel will know you’ve forced me, spike and will come after you.”

God, this couldn’t be happening. She suddenly realized that there were worse things than being sucked dry by a Vampire.

Spike looked at her, making sure he had her attention, before appraising her body boldly, “Oh, it won’t be rape, Pet. You’re going to enjoy every minute of it and I’m going to capture every excited little moan on film.”

“You don’t even like me…” she babbled. He couldn’t be serious about this. They were enemies.

He laughed, “Noo, but I have always wondered why Peaches was so besotted with you.

When I was suddenly presented with you, naked and I felt that golden skin for myself, I had to wonder if you’re worth a second go.”

Buffy glared at him, forgetting her nakedness she was so angry, “You’re a pig, Spike and I’m going to fucking kill you when I get the chance!”

Spike chuckled, “You’re turning me on, Slayer,” he said and moved away from the bed. He put the painting back on the easel and picked up a tripod. He carried the tripod over to the foot of the bed and Buffy watched helplessly as he placed a video camera onto it.

Spike started undressing and grinned at Buffy’s horrified expression, before she blushed and turned away.

“I’ve conquered two Slayers in my time, Luv, but you I’m going to enjoy conquering most of all, and in such a delicious way. I can’t wait to have you moaning into my mouth and crying out my name in ecstasy as I pound into your pussy. I’m sure the Poof will love seeing it on the big screen too.”

“I won’t play along with your sick game, Spike. You won’t get any reaction from me and it’ll be obvious on the video that I’m not enjoying your touch.”

Spike threw the final item of his clothing to one side and stood confidently in front of her, “You wound me, Pet. But I think you’re grossly underestimating my abilities in the sack. And let’s face it, you’ve only had two one night stands to compare it to. Time you had a real man.”

Buffy stared incredulously at him and tried not to notice his beautifully sculptured body. His chest was well muscled and she gulped when she saw his raging hard on as her eyes travelled further down. Then, seeing his smirk of satisfaction at her perusal of him, she determinedly looked away. He was nothing to her and she would not react to him.

Spike saw how determined the Slayer was to ignore him and he grew harder. He loved a challenge and she was certainly a challenge. She had driven him mad ever since their first encounter and looking at her golden, nubile body now, Spike realized that he had always lusted after this girl. This wasn’t about revenge on Peaches, or doing a Slayer, this was about doing her, doing Buffy.

Spike switched the video camera on and crawled onto the bed. He slowly and very lightly ran a hand up Buffy’s leg, from ankle to thigh and was pleased to see her involuntarily shiver. Then he repeated the action with her other leg. He caressed the inside of each thigh, lightly running his hand up & down the baby soft skin, and stopping just before her nest of curls.

Buffy bit her lip. He was only touching her leg and it felt incredible. The cool fingers lightly touching her, almost tickling, sensitised the skin and forced her to be aware of him. He was also teasing her by not touching her most intimate spot and her treacherous body craved that touch, twitched with need. She felt incredibly vulnerable splayed out before him, but somehow her body wasn’t listening and seemed determined to betray her.

“I hate you, Spike!” She said through clenched teeth.

Blue eyes bore into hers, “Yes, but your body doesn’t, Slayer,” he purred.

And to prove his point, he ran a finger very lightly over her splayed nether lips, tracing each lip before running his hand through her curls. Buffy’s muscles jumped at the contact and Spike smirked in response.

He moved further up the bed and ran a hand lightly over her torso, but ignored her breasts. When his hand caressed her belly and the skin above her curls, Buffy’s muscles spasmed stronger and she bucked slightly against his hand.

“Not moaning yet, Pet?”

“I’ll never moan for you!” She said determinedly, hazel eyes bright with fury.

Spike raised his eyebrows, “Hmmm, we’ll see about that.”

He fondled each perfect breast and pinched the nipples hard. Buffy gasped in spite of herself and glared at him when he chuckled. She bit hard on her lip, not willing to make another sound, but Spike was too good.

He licked each nipple with his cool tongue, before suckling hard on the tiny buds. But it was when he grazed them gently with his teeth that Buffy couldn’t help whimpering. She felt a rush of wetness between her legs and knew by Spike’s growl of satisfaction that he could smell her arousal. Damn Vampire sense of smell!

Spike pulled away slightly and to her shame Buffy found herself arching her back and offering her breasts to his mouth once more. Spike obliged. He lathed her nipples with cool strokes of his tongue, before devouring each tight bud with his mouth.

Buffy moaned and bucked beneath him. How could a man’s mouth give so much pleasure?

“Say my name!” Spike commanded.

“Never!” She still had some control left.

Spike sat up and looked at her. Her face was flushed with pleasure and her lip swollen from biting it. She was beautiful and she was going to yell his name, damn it.

He shifted down the bed and placed himself between her legs. She watched him with wide eyes. What was he going to do?

“I’m going to make you scream my name, luv.”

“I seriously doubt it,” Buffy said stubbornly and turned her head away. Sex wasn’t that amazing for goodness sake and she should know. She may only have had sex twice, but it had been with two different people and she hadn’t enjoyed it that much. Men really overrated themselves. She chose to conveniently forget about how Spike had made her feel simply by suckling her breasts.

Spike looked at her averted face and tried not to smile. Stubborn little minx! But she was in for a very pleasant surprise.

Buffy jumped in shock when she felt his fingers spread her lips apart and lick her down there. His cool tongue felt wonderful against her hot body and she felt herself grow wetter. All of a sudden, his tongue thrust inside her pussy and Buffy gasped in unintentional pleasure. He lapped at her juices, before sucking on her clit.

Spike smiled when Buffy writhed and bucked against his face. She tasted glorious and he relished his task. Not many a woman didn’t appreciate being eaten out and Spike could tell she was losing control. He looked up at her, her juices smearing his chin, “Say my name, Pet!”

Buffy shook her head, so Spike sucked hard on her clit. It was too much.

“Oh, God, Spike…I can’t take it anymore,” she babbled, but thrust her hips at him, wanting more of his evil mouth in spite of herself.

Spike grabbed her thighs and pushed his face between her legs, sucking and licking harder until at last Buffy came. He felt her inner muscles twitching and raised himself on his elbows to watch her face.

Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open, “Ooohh Spike” She said, having completely lost control. Just like my painting of her, thought Spike smugly. He grew hard at the way she said his name in helpless desire. He had to be in her.

Buffy’s pulse was just slowing down; when she felt Spike lean over her and his erection touch her entrance. Blue eyes stared into hazel for what seemed like ages and then suddenly Spike was inside her and both gasped at the contact.

Buffy felt a cool hardness thrust into her, filling her up and it felt amazing. Then he moved against her and she felt the friction as he thrust in and out. It had never felt like this. He was so wide.

Spike felt a searing heat surround him and his eyes nearly crossed at the sensation. Bloody hell, woman was an inferno. He’s never had a human woman before and he felt consumed by her. He hadn’t expected this. He was just going to shag the Slayer and send the video to Angel, but she felt mind-blowing. He thrust harder and deeper into her molten core, groaning with the effort and stretching her internal muscles.

Buffy sobbed helplessly under his onslaught. Her arms and legs wanted to wrap around him, draw him closer to her, but the chains prevented her. Instead, she felt the instinct to squeeze him tightly with her muscles. The passionate growl she got in response gave her a strange thrill.

Spike felt his Demon coming forth and couldn’t prevent it. He stared at the Slayer with yellow eyes, before biting into her luscious neck hard. Her delicious blood, sweet as nectar gushed into his mouth and he felt his orgasm building. He knew it would be intense, because the powerful Slayer blood whooshed around his veins and went straight to his rock hard cock. His fangs left her neck and Spike roared as he came and came and came. He licked her wounds closed before collapsing satiated on top of her.

Buffy screamed out his name as she came hard beneath him. My God, his bite and sucking on her neck as he’d thrust had given her her first ever orgasm and she knew it had been a powerful one. She felt limp and quivery lying there and it was a nice feeling.

“Spike?” She said tentatively. She didn’t know what his plans were for her now, but she had to know. Surely he wouldn’t kill her after what they’d just shared. She instinctively felt that he hadn’t meant it to happen like this. He had just wanted a ‘shag’ and instead something intense had passed between them. She could still feel the electricity in the air.

Spike stirred looking at her with one open eye, before slowly opening the other one. She’d never noticed how blue they were until now. He raised himself on his elbows and slowly withdrew from her still twitching quim. He got to his feet and released the catches on her restraints, all without saying a word. Then he stopped the camera, took the tape out and left the room.

Stunned and not knowing what to think, Buffy lay there for a moment. Then sobbing she sat up and looked around for some clothes she could wear. It didn’t matter that Spike was her enemy, he was now the third guy to sleep with her and leave afterwards. No-one wanted a second helping of Buffy.

She had just found one of his shirts and put it on, when he came back into the room. He frowned when he saw her crying quietly.

“What’s the matter, Kitten?”

“You got what you wanted from me and made it quite clear that…that’s all you wanted. So please..just..(hiccup) let me go and k..kill me some other time…”

Spike strode towards Buffy and gripped her shoulders, “What are you talking about? Things have changed between us now. I thought you felt it too.” He nodded towards the bed as he spoke.

Buffy stared dumbfounded at him, “I did…b..but I thought you’d left me. I thought you didn’t think I was worth a second go.”

He smiled and she realized how handsome he truly was, “I was throwing the tape away…unless you want us to keep it for watching later.”

“Oh,” Buffy said, biting her lip. Now she was nervous around him again. He gave off such a strong sexual magnetism.

“And,” said Spike, grinning wickedly, “I went to get some more toys.”

Buffy’s eyes opened wide at the vibrator, tube of lube and string of beads in his hand.

“Lose the shirt and get on the bed, Goldilocks. The Big Bad is gonna teach you a thing or two.”

Buffy had no idea what the beads were for, but Spike’s words made her wet with excitement and she was sure she was going to enjoy everything he did to her. She peeled the shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

Spike’s eyes grew bright with lust at the sight of her lovely form and urged her back onto the bed. He was never going to let her go, not now.