Twice the Fun

The challenge below gave me the idea for this. Set during season 5. Having one Spike is bliss, but two is even better…

“What’s a man got to do?” Muttered Spike as the Slayer failed to be impressed by his help for the umpteenth time. No matter how he helped the sodding Scoobies, she remained aloof with him. Okay, so he’d tried to kill her and her mates a few times, but that was all in the past. He’d more than made up for it. And she was conveniently forgetting the fact she’d tried to kill him on several occasions, wasn’t she? Spike sighed and left the Bronze.

He was trudging his way back to his crypt when he came across two fledglings arguing over something they’d found.

“It’s mine, I saw it first.”

“Yes, but I knew where to find it!” said the other.

Cursing himself for even caring what they might be arguing about Spike stepped forward.

“What’s so interesting, lads?” He asked.

They spun round and trembled when they saw who it was.

“Spike!” They both spluttered.

Spike puffed up with pride. At least some folk were still scared of him.

One of the fledglings started speaking,

“We found the Stone of Zolton,” he said excitedly.

Spike rolled his eyes, “And what the bloody hell is the ‘Stone of Zolton’?”

The fledgling frowned when Spike clearly wasn’t impressed.

“Well, it enables the bearer to open portals back in time. Basically, you can choose a date, set it on the contraption you put the stone on and then a portal opens…”

Spike grinned, “And you have this contraption?”

“Yes, right here. Look, you put the stone on it like this, then you can set the date like this, and push the Stone down to activate it.”

Spike believed this Stone would work. He did live on a Hellmouth after all and he had found the Gem of Amara. If that existed, he was sure a time travel device existed. He began to conceive a wonderful idea. He could go back in time to when he first met the Slayer and tell himself to be nicer to her, so that she would trust him now.

“So, what happens if you meet a past version of yourself?” He asked.

“Nothing much, as long as you don’t kill each other, cos then you’ll cease to exist.”

Spike pretended to mull something over.

“Well, thanks, lads…” he began, before suddenly staking the two fledglings. They looked at him in surprise before exploding into dust and Spike retrieved the ‘Stone of Zolton’ from the ground.

He hummed as he went back to his crypt to have a proper look at this thing. Maybe all was not lost with the Slayer after all.

***

Spike knew the exact date he had first met Buffy. How could he forget? He had watched her dancing with her friends and admired her even then. But he didn’t want to go quite that far back in time, otherwise he might not convince his past self to lay off the Slayer. No instead he would go back to a few weeks after their first meeting.

***

Spike hid behind a tree in the cemetery waiting for his past self to come along. Now was crunchtime. Would his past self try and kill him?

Past Spike came into view and Spike stepped out from behind the tree.

“Spike, I need a word with you.”

Past Spike took a wary step back and quirked an eyebrow, “And who are you, mate?”

Spike smiled, “I’m you and you’re me, but I’m from the future!”

Past Spike laughed incredulously, “But of course you are, mate. Now why didn’t I think of that? Hmm, oh yeah, cos I’m not stupid. Now piss off whoever you are, before I kill you.”

Spike rolled his eyes. This was going to be harder than he thought.

“If you kill me, we both cease to exist. Just shut your gob for a minute and hear me out.”

Past Spike took a menacing step closer, “Why should I?”

“Cos it’ll be worth your while.”

Past Spike put his head to one side and considered the other Vampire, “I suppose you must look like me bearing in mind I can’t check in a mirror, but I’ll listen for entertainment value alone and if I don’t like it, I’m still killing you.”

Spike nodded, “Okay.”

God, he was stubborn when he wanted to be, but then he supposed he wouldn’t believe some idiot telling him he was from the future either. It was a bad line he’d used, straight from a second-rate movie.

Spike took out a cigarette and lit up, “It’s like this…”

“Hey, that’s my lighter, you Ponce!”

Then Past Spike checked his pocket and found the same lighter, “What the…?”

“We have the same lighter, cos we’re the same person. Now, listen to me. I’m you in a few years time and I found this device that will let me go back into the past. I came back to get your help in conquering the Slayer….”

“That bitch! Well, now you’re talking!”

“I don’t want to kill her. I love her and I need you to be nicer to her in this time so that she’ll trust me more in my time.”

Past Spike vamped out, “You just ran out of time, mate. There’s no way in hell I’d love a Slayer.”

“Well, you do. In a nutshell, Angel becomes evil again, so you make an alliance with the Slayer. She kills Angel and you leave town with Dru. But Dru knows you have feelings for the Slayer, before you even do and she leaves you. You come back to Sunnydale twice, before a government secret outfit kidnaps you and puts a behaviour modifying chip in your noggin. This chip won’t let you harm humans, but you can kill Demons and other Vamps. Because you’re glad to kill something you find yourself helping the Slayer and end up loving her. Trouble is, she doesn’t want to know…”

Past Spike glared at him, “Why would I make an alliance with the Slayer just because of Angelus?”

“He starts taking Dru away from you!”

Past Spike stopped still at these words. He knew that had to be true, because Dru had always preferred Peaches to him. Angelus had sired her and therefore they shared a strong bond. It was the same reason he was so devoted to his Wicked Plum.

“Can you prove any of this?”

“Come with me to my time and I’ll show you.”

***

Past Spike walked around the crypt, picking stuff up and looking at it. Spike had shown him newspapers that proved the current date and events that hadn’t happened yet in Past Spike’s time. He seemed to accept the story now.

“Okay, mate. So let me get this straight; Dru leaves me for a blasted Demon, I’ve got a chip that means I can’t have dinner and I’m in love with the Slayer?”

Spike grimaced, “Yeah, that’s about it.”

“God, what a poof I become.”

“Hey!”

“Well, I do. God, why don’t we go back in time and kill Peaches? Do something fun and useful.”

Spike laughed, “It’s a nice idea, but if we kill Angel, he won’t sire Dru and then she won’t sire you.”

Past Spike pouted, “What a bloody shame!”

“Yeah.”

“And yet you use this device to convince your past self, i.e. me to be nice to the Slayer, when you should use it to avoid us getting chipped by those government blokes and then go after her. What do you see in her anyway?”

Spike took a drag of his cigarette,

“She’s sexy, tough, lippy and she’s all I bloody think about. I have to have her. I’ll show her I’m a better shag than Captain Cardboard.”

Past Spike looked at Spike, “Captain Cardboard?”

“Bloke she’s shacked up with now. He belongs to the outfit that put this chip in my head. I’d kill him if I could.”

“I can and we can kidnap the Slayer for you. She won’t have any choice but to listen then.”

Spike was about to say no, when he thought how wonderful it would be to watch the Whitebread die. As for the Slayer, whom was he kidding? Unless he got her on her own and she had no choice but to listen to him, she was never going to. He grinned, “I think we have a deal. But no harming the Slayer!”

Past Spike grinned, “Okay.” If that’s how the other Spike wanted it. He’d play for now, but once they had the Slayer, he was going to kill her.

***

Both Spikes hid in the bushes, waiting for Riley to appear on patrol.

“Buffy and the Soldier Boy normally take separate ends of the cemetery. We’ll have to be quick killing him and then grab her when she comes looking for him,” said Spike.

“Okay, mate,” said Past Spike. God, this was going to be fun; killing the Slayer’s boyfriend and then kidnapping her. Maybe he could persuade his future self to let him indulge in torturing her…. His pleasant thoughts were interrupted by his future self hushing him,

“Here the Wanker comes.”

Past Spike narrowed his eyes at the boy coming their way. Well, that was just typical of the Slayer to choose someone as insipid as that, with his squeaky-clean clothes and haircut and no doubt squeaky-clean manners. But then she had fallen in love with Soul Boy Peaches as well, so there was no accounting for taste.

Past Spike lit a cigarette and stepped out of the bushes to wait for Riley.

“Hello, Soldier Boy. Lost your Buffy?” He drawled.

Riley stopped in front of the Vampire.

“No. And you take far too much interest in her for my liking.”

“What can I say? The girl makes me hot and she’s always liked a monster in her man.”

Riley laughed, “Well, guess that’s you out of the running, Spike, because..oh yeah, you’ve lost your bite. Now get out of my way before I stake your sorry ass.”

Past Spike grinned, “That’s where you’re wrong, mate,” he said and head butted Riley.

Spike watched in delight as Captain Cardboard fell to the floor. The look on his face as his past self head butted him. It was priceless!

Riley sat on the ground holding his nose and then looked up in shock, as Spike wasn’t reeling in pain from the chip’s activation.

Past Spike looked down at him with glee, “Put a chip in my head would you, you Tosser? Think I owe you one.”

He kicked Riley in the head and the boy lay moaning on the ground.

“How is this possible?” He muttered.

Spike stepped out of his hiding place.

“He’s the past version of me – the chipless version.”

Riley’s bloodied face looked up to see two Spikes.

“Oh, my God!”

“God can’t help you now,” Past Spike laughed, as he picked Riley up and vamped out.

“Mmmm, I’m feeling peckish,” he said and bit down savagely into Riley’s neck.

Spike was glad to see GI Joe getting what he deserved, but he so wished it could be him. Riley was worse than the Whelp, especially as he had been intimate with Buffy.

Spike kicked Riley hard in the balls as Past Spike drained him and it was worth the bolt of pain Spike received.

Riley slowly stopped struggling and Past Spike dropped his limp body to the floor. Then both Spikes rolled the dead body into the bushes.

“Now, let’s get ready for the Slayer,” said Past Spike, “I’ve got the chloroform.”

Spike looked at his other self. He was sounding far too happy about it all.

***

Buffy came striding confidently towards them in her usual skimpy vest top and trousers, twirling her stake in her hand. Cor, she’s magnificent thought Spike and even Past Spike admitted the Slayer looked cute tonight. She had of course grown up a bit since he’d last seen her and it looked as though she’d lost none of her arrogance if her swagger was anything to go by.

“Riley?” She called. Strange, where was he? Normally, he was all punctual Soldier Boy. She stopped and looked around, her back to the two Spikes.

Past Spike sprang out of the bushes and grabbed an unsuspecting Buffy tightly to him. He placed a hand over her mouth to stop her cries and didn’t use the chloroform straight away as he enjoyed the feel of her hot body wriggling against him.

“Miss me, Luv?” He purred.

Buffy renewed her struggles when she recognised the voice and bit down hard on his hand.

Past Spike laughed and removed his hand.

“Spike!” She spat, “Let me go, before I kill you.”

“But that would spoil the fun we have planned for you,” he whispered into her ear.

Buffy shivered at his cool breath on her neck and Past Spike felt it. Intriguing, he thought. He decided to test his theory and couldn’t resist running a hand over Buffy’s breasts, squeezing them and rubbing a thumb over each nipple. The nipples hardened through her thin top and she gasped, before starting to struggle again. Past Spike pressed the chloroform pad over her mouth and she sagged against him.

Spike came out of the bushes to take Buffy from his past self.

“What took you so long?”

Past Spike grinned, “I’m beginning to see why you like the girl and believe me, she’s a lot more interested in you than you might think.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Let’s just say she’s not immune to your touch,” said Past Spike, wriggling his eyebrows.

Spike looked down at the unconscious Slayer in surprise. Well, well, this might change things slightly. He grinned as he hoisted Buffy over his shoulder.

***

Buffy came to and the first thing she felt were the chains around her wrists and ankles; the second thing she felt was the slight chill on her naked skin. She looked around in horror and saw she was naked and spread-eagled in a standing position in the middle of a crypt.

“Hello, Buffy,” Spike said and stepped into her vision from the shadows. He was topless and only wore a pair of black jeans. She ignored what nice abs he had and glared at him.

“Spike, let me go!” She ordered, rattling the chains.

“Not before I tell you a few things, Pet,” he purred, coming up close to her. God, she was breathtaking in her nakedness and with her beautiful eyes spitting fire at him.

“What could you possibly tell me that would make me want to listen?”

“I love you Buffy. You’re all I think about. You haunt my dreams…”

“Oh, my God. Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true.”

“You wouldn’t know what love is.”

“I damn well do. Vampires love.”

Buffy shook her head, “I’m not hearing this….”

Spike grabbed her chin and made her look at him, “I brought you here to hear it and I want you to admit your feelings for me.”

“The only thing I feel for you is revulsion,” she said cruelly.

Buffy saw the hurt in Spike’s blue, blue eyes and she almost regretted her words. Almost. She was attracted to him and of course she had noticed the change in him lately, but she was with Riley and she couldn’t have another relationship with a Vampire. It was against everything she stood for. She closed her eyes against his pain, determined to shut him out.

“You lie, Slayer. Look at me.”

Buffy shook her head, and Spike’s grip on her chin tightened, forcing her eyes open. Huge hazel eyes stared at him.

“God, you’re a stubborn cow. You’re going to tell me how you feel, or I’ll let the past version of me bite you!” He said through clenched teeth.

“Huh?” Buffy said in confusion. Then she watched in shock as another topless Spike came out of the shadows.

“He means me, Pet,” said a grinning Past Spike. He stepped forward and looked Buffy up and down, “And believe me, it’s going to be a hard choice deciding where to bite you.”

And he licked his lips suggestively.

Buffy looked from one to the other,

“How?”

Spike stroked her cheek and she shivered at his light touch,

“I managed to go back in time to when I barely knew you. I brought my past self back to help me win you.”

“Well, tying me up naked is not the way to win my heart,” Buffy said desperately, beginning to feel the fates were against her.

“Not what I originally intended, I’ll admit, but you have to admit it will lead to some very interesting possibilities,” Spike purred and stroked his hand down her neck and across a shoulder.

Buffy found herself leaning into his touch, hypnotised by those devil’s eyes.

Past Spike walked slowly behind her and Buffy noticed.

“Wha…what’s happening?” She asked, suddenly very worried indeed.

Past Spike ran light kisses over the back of her neck, causing the hairs to stand on end,

“We’re going to show you a good time, Slayer. We’re going to blow your mind!” He whispered into her ear.

Buffy closed her eyes, almost groaning aloud. Spike had always made her stomach do these funny little flips, and she had always managed to ignore it until now. But with two of them determined on seducing her – she didn’t stand a chance!

“Open your eyes and tell me you want me,” said Spike.

Her eyes flew open, “Never!” She croaked, meaning it to come out louder and firmer than it had.

Spike smiled his sexy smile, going for the kill. He slowly leant forward and kissed Buffy on the mouth, tracing her lower lip with his tongue. She opened her mouth to protest and he took full advantage. He thrust his tongue inside her hot, sweet mouth and thoroughly tasted her.

Buffy was shocked at how just one kiss could rock her to the soul like this and she moaned into his mouth. He tasted of whiskey and menthol cigarettes and for some reason it tasted sexy. She kissed him back, their tongues duelling for dominance.

Spike pulled away, shocked to the core at how bloody wonderful she tasted. She had to have felt something between them then, surely?

“Tell me you want me, Slayer!”

She closed her eyes again and her lower lip trembled slightly. Spike knew she was weakening, but still she tried to fight what she felt. He nodded to his past self, who began to kiss and nuzzle Buffy’s neck, while Spike caressed her breasts.

Buffy opened her eyes again. Oh, my God. One Spike sent shivers down her back with light kisses on her neck, while the other Spike’s cool hands massaged her breasts, igniting a need in her she was trying so hard to fight. Oh, oh, now he was tweaking her nipples and to her shame they hardened in response.

“Say the words, Kitten,” growled Spike, before taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard on the little bud, before nibbling it slightly.

Buffy mewled in pleasure and arched her back, thrusting her breasts closer to Spike’s mouth.

“I….” she began.

Spike licked, sucked and tormented the other nipple, while Past Spike trailed kisses down her back. His hands alternatively caressed and kneaded her round little bottom.

“Your skin is so warm and soft,” Past Spike said in wonder. Just touching her made him rock hard.

Buffy heard his words and turned to jelly at both of their ministrations.

“God help me, but I do want you, Spike,” she said huskily.

At last! Spike’s blood sang at her words and he looked up at his beauty in triumph. Now, to show her just how much he wanted her.

His kisses trailed down her body, until he reached her open legs. He caressed her legs and inner thighs before spreading her lips and licking her most intimate place.

Buffy bucked against his face in reaction to the shock of his cold tongue on her clit. Then his wicked tongue was stroking her in long, slow strokes and she felt her juices flow. Spike greedily lapped them up, before sucking on her erect bud.

Past Spike nibbled her ear, before coming round to her front again. He stared at the glorious sight of the Slayer abandoning herself to Spike’s mouth. She was straining at her chains, bucking against his face in helpless need, as her cries of desire filled the lower crypt. Her small breasts were bouncing with the motions and Past Spike couldn’t resist them. He tweaked both nipples hard and watched in fascination as Buffy stared at him with lust filled eyes.

“Oh, my God, oh, my God,” she muttered over and over.

She watched in a daze as one bleached head suckled at her breasts once more, and the other bleached head continued his ministrations between her thighs.

When Buffy finally came, both Spikes felt the force of it and her primal cries made them both stiff. Past Spike kissed Buffy hungrily while Spike undid his jeans. He then knelt down and undid Buffy’s ankle chains.

Past Spike pulled away from her delicious mouth and moved out of the way. Buffy found a naked and fully erect Spike standing in front of her and she couldn’t help but be impressed by his gorgeous body and big cock. She licked suddenly dry lips and the erotic movement was Spike’s undoing.

He kissed her hard, while his fingers caressed her folds. When he thrust a finger into her wet heat, he growled with satisfaction at the tightness and wetness of her. She was ready. He gripped her thighs and lifted her legs, before thrusting deeply into her.

Buffy swear she saw stars. He was so big! And he felt unbelievable in her. Her muscles contracted around his cold cock and she gasped at the sheer pleasure of it. Then he began to move slowly in and out of her and she cried his name.

Spike hadn’t expected her to feel so damn good. He’d expected the heat and the bliss of finally being in the woman he loved, but he hadn’t expected her to be so tight.

“You’re mine!” He growled possessively, as he began to thrust in and out.

“Ours!” Pouted a Past Spike from over her shoulder. He was now naked too and rubbed himself against her. He kneaded her buttocks as the other Spike thrust into her hot core and her incoherent sobs turned him on. He couldn’t resist getting on his knees and lightly biting the Slayer’s bum.

Buffy felt her climax nearing. She’d never had it so good. These two were turning her world upside down – blowing her mind as they’d promised.

Past Spike sensed the Slayer and the other Spike were about to orgasm and he stood up. He stroked the Slayer’s main neck artery with his tongue and as she came, vamped out and bit down. He tasted the sweet and powerful nectar of her blood and came. Then he withdrew his fangs.

Buffy screamed Spike’s name as she came and then she came again as the other Spike bit into her neck. There was a slight pain as his fangs pierced her skin and then the pleasure of a Vampire’s love bite.

Spike spilt his seed, as Buffy squeezed him extra hard with her internal muscles. He panted for breath he didn’t need, before lowering her legs to the floor and withdrawing.

Almost black, blue eyes stared into stunned hazel, as Spike undid the wrist chains. Then Past Spike picked the Slayer up in his arms and took her over to the large bed in the corner.

Spike lit candles around the room before joining the writhing couple on the bed.