Title: Pleasure Spiked With Pain

Author: whiteslayer

Rating: NC-17 for sex and violence

Pairing: B/S

Category: Romance

Time line: Season 6. Alternate ending to ‘As You Were’ Starts immediately after Riley and Sam leave.

Summary: What should’ve happened at the end of ‘As You Were.’

Author’s notes: The title comes from the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ ‘Aeroplane’ I thought it suited the story. Don’t you?

Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just let me know where its going.

Feedback: PLEASE!! I beg of you! Please r&r! Let me know!

e-mail: whiteslayer@buffy-slayer.org

"What I bitch," Willow says to Buffy before joining the Scoobies in the Magic Box, leaving Buffy standing alone.

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Spike’s crypt

Spike is surveying the damage the pipe bomb had done earlier, "I’m going to kill Captain Cardboard, ‘cause he isn’t bloody human and I’m gonna fuck that luscious Slayer until she’s too tried to move. I’d like to see her run away from my, then," Spike tells himself, "that’ll teach ‘er to mess with William the Bloody!" *Yeah, she’ll be *real* scared of William the bloody awful poet.*

The door to his crypt smashes open and an annoyed slayer enters, Spike!" Buffy yells from the top floor.

"My little slayer decided to show up," he remarks to himself. Spike makes his way to the ladder.

"Spike! Where the *hell* are you? I know you’re here!" She walks around his crypt. The sheets on his bed are still in the same place from earlier when Riley came and saw them naked, in bed. *Bad Buffy! Don’t think about that! It was--* "Spike!" Spike has been standing a few feet in front of Buffy for a few minutes.

"Slayer."

"What do you want?

"You're in *my* crypt, luv."

"I wanted to talk to you," Buffy is looking at the interesting floor, trying to avoid Spike’s gorgeous blue eyes.

Spike inches closer to Buffy, "so talk. I’m not stopping you, pet."

*Oh my, god! His package is right where I’m looking! Have to look somewhere else. Just not his eyes. Not--eyes* Buffy thinks. her eyes dart around the room, but they stop, on Spike’s eyes. *god! What is wrong with you, Buffy? Do you have any resolve?*

"Buffy?"

"Wh--huh?"

"You’re staring, love. You looked like you were going insane."

Buffy remains silent.

"Get on wit’ it, slayer! I don’t have night!"

Buffy gathers her resolves and a stern face, "why did you take those eggs? And don’t give me the whole ‘I’m holding them for a friend’ bull shit.You know that you would’ve killed everyone in this town," her face softens, "Including me and Dawn," stern face returns, "I know that’s just you. I should’ve remembered."

"I didn’t want to hurt you or the lil’ bit, or any of the scoobies. Especially you, Summers," her caresses her cheek, "I love you. And I know that you don’t, but--"

"Don’t," Buffy silences him by putting her fingers on his lips *god damnit, Buffy! Stop falling for the ‘I love you’ line he always uses. But, he’s so cute...oh, hell.* Buffy pulls Spike closer and she brushes her lips over his. She pulls back, "don’t give me the love speech. I know that you love me, but we both know that I can’t, but--"

"But what, luv?" a flicker of hope sparks in his eyes.

"but...that doesn’t change what I want. I want you," Buffy half-expected him to laugh in her face and walk out.

Spike leans down and gives Buffy the softest kiss she has ever had.

"Spike...can I...uh...show you something?" *What am I doing?*

"Anything, pet."

"Okay. Sit down in your chair and face the T.V. until I come back."

"You got it," Spike sits down in his green chair and faces the T.V. like Buffy said.

* I wonder what my lovely slayer has in store for me tonight. She always has me by my bloody short hairs. She admitted to wanting me! *She* wants me! *

Buffy walks up behind Spike wearing only a black push-up bra and matching black thong. She walks to his chair and slides her hands over his shoulders and down his shirt. She pays special attention to his nipples. Without warning, she pulls her hands out and turns his chair around so Spike is facing her. She straddles his hips and rubs against his crotch, creating a bulge in the inseam of Spike’s pants.

"You like?" Buffy questions.

"Bloody hell, yes. You wear the sexiest knickers. Has anyone ever told you that?"

She answers by crushing her lips to his. Her tongue massages his.

One of Spike’s hands tangled in her hair and the other is on her back, forcing her against him. He takes off her bra and flings it across the room. He struggles to stand up without breaking the kiss, and slowly walks over to his bed. Buffy finds it impossible to get Spike’s shirt off without letting go of his skilled lips.

* Damn shirt! *

In desperation, she rips Spike’s shirt from his body and lets it fall to the floor.

"Hey! I liked that shirt!" Buffy pushes him onto the bed and straddles his thighs, "but I like these better," Spike fondles her exposed breasts.

* Bloody hell! My pants are going to break if I don’t get them off me, now! *

As if reading his mind, she unbuttons his pants and pulls down his legs and lets them fall. His ‘demon’ is finally released.

He rips her thong off and thows it to the side.

"Do you know how many pair of panties you’ve ruined? I pay good money for ‘knickers’ and you rip them."

"Just don’t wear knickers then, luv."

"Good point."

"God knows, it would make my job a lot easier."

"Oh, really?"

"Real--" Buffy impales herself on his cock. She moans in pleasure. She slowly starts to move up and down.

Spike, who was dangerously close to cumming, can’t stand that slow pace Buffy was doing, grabs her ass and speeds up the pace. After moments, they climax and the same time and Buffy collapes on Spike’s chest. She is gasping for air. Spike takes in a couple of unneeded breathes and pulls out of her.

* Great job, Buffy. You’ve given in. * Not wanting to listen to her moral values, she snuggles closer to his chest. One leg inbetween his legs and the other over one of his.

"Buffy--" he starts.

"Don’t. Just sleep."

"But what about Dawn, pet?"

"Shush! Am I going to have to gag you?"

"Maybe."

They lay silent for a few minutes before Spike notices that Buffy’s breathing has slowed.

* Asleep * he thinks * she looks like an angel when she’s so defensless and...silent. * Spike plants a soft kiss to her forehead and slowly drifts to sleep.

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