You Only Un-Live Twice - a Spike Blond Story by SpikesDeb
 
 
Chapter #1 - Back to Business
 
CHAPTER ONE

Three months had passed since Buffy Summerpenny and Spike Blond had spent two idyllic weeks on a private Caribbean island.  Sunnydale’s vampire population had been all but eradicated by the holy water sprinklers in the Bronze.  One or two stragglers had missed the fealty ceremony, but even they had been picked off by the regular patrols.  A few out of town vampires had heard of the slaughter and headed into the Hellmouth, determined to take over the throne vacated by Auric, and small pockets of the undead were beginning to re-emerge – resilient as ever.   

W wasn’t overly concerned.  A few vampires here and there helped keep agents on their toes with opportunities to test their field skills.  It was only when the trickle became a deluge that she would mobilise a full assault. 

Meanwhile, she had another situation.  And she needed her best agent. 

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It was nightfall outside the penthouse apartment of Agent 00666; tonight would be business.  He’d already had the pleasure.  Sitting on the side of the bed, he smoothed the rumpled covers and grabbed his watch and keys from the bedside cabinet.  The covers were only smooth up to where they tangled about a tanned form, which now turned over to gaze at him drowsily.   

“Mmmm, what time is it?” the sleepy voice asked him. 

“Time for me to go to work, kitten.  I’ll be back later – it’s just a briefing.  W was on while you were in the bathroom earlier.” 

“Why didn’t you say, I’ll get dressed…..…” 

William the Bloody aka Spike Blond tilted his head and grinned at her, “Now let’s not be hasty.”  He licked his lips, catching the fuller lower one between perfect teeth. 

“Best get some rest while you can; I’ll be back before you know it.” 

He leaned towards her to stroke her hair away from her face and kissed her, lingering on her lips just enough to make her pulse start to race.  His senses tuned in to her delicious arousal. ‘Oh… just once more.’  God, if he didn’t go now, he never would.    Regretfully, he forced himself to draw back from her embrace and taking her hand, kissed the palm. 

Buffy watched as he raised himself from the bed, lean and lithe.  Every movement he made connected with her groin and made her wetter – ‘Hands… wrist… putting on of watch…’ even simple things which couldn’t possibly be considered arousing were just so mmmmm.   

As he reached the door, he tossed the keys into the air and catching them again in his left hand he spun round to fix her with his ice blue passion-filled eyes. 

“And Buffy…………..when I do get back, you’d better be exactly where you are now.”   

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Striding through the Magic Box, the spy negotiated all the identity scans with economical grace.  Gaining access to the inner sanctum, he whistled a tune that had been going round and round in his head.  Something about “resting in peace… slave...” He couldn’t remember the words exactly but the melody had a grip on him. 

Reaching W’s office, he rapped lightly on the door then threw it open to make his grand entrance.  W had her back to him, her left hand resting lightly on the desk, her right hand held aloft with her customary cheroot dangling between her fingers.  William walked into the room to hear her talking softly.  He assumed she had the telephone on speaker so swung around the desk to take his seat.  He was startled to see that W was talking to a dark-haired young woman who was slumped in one of the overstuffed leather seats in front of W’s desk. 

“Ah, 00666 – glad you could make it.  Didn’t tear you away from anything did we?” 

“Nothing that won’t keep, W.”  He grinned at her and raised his eyebrow. 

Willow wasn’t swayed by his charm.  “Good.  Now William – this new situation is extremely tricky.  I’ll let Miss Layer go over our current information.” 

The brunette was young but looked as if she knew her way around the block.  She had large brown eyes and full lips which she moistened with the tip of her pink tongue.  The dark hair was long, past the shoulders, with a slight kink……..and that description said it all.   William would bet that ‘kink’ was her by-line. 

As she uncurled herself from the chair and gripped his hand in a firm handshake, she fixed his eyes with her own for longer than was strictly polite and drawled at him, “The name’s Faith and you’d be the famous Blond I’ve heard so much about.  Pleased to make your acquaintance… in the flesh.” 

Her hand still grasped his and she resisted his pull as he tried to free it.  After a few seconds she allowed him to retrieve his limb and resumed her seat, sweeping her appraising gaze across his body from top to toe as she did so. 

Three months ago, William would have snapped up the offer that was so obviously being flaunted under his nose.  She was a beauty, no doubt about it; all blatant sexuality and danger and quite clearly interested in him, whether by his reputation or otherwise.  But this wasn’t three months ago; this was now, and he couldn’t help compare her to the petite blond occupying his thoughts and his bed. 

As Faith Layer outlined the mission, William cringed.  Buffy was not going to like this one little bit………. 

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The female spy watched the interplay between W and Blond with interest.  Hmm, he was certainly one hot piece of ass – although not in a body temperature way of course.  She’d volunteered for this mission just so she could meet him.  He thought he was the “Big Bad” – well, she was badder.  And she was going to ride him until he popped like warm champagne and then toss him empty into the gutter…………. 

W addressed her again, rousing Faith from her musings.  “So, Agent 69  – you can get into this commune, yes?” 

“Yeah, the getting in is easy.  As you know, I usually take care of the research end of things.  I’m quite new at the fieldwork, trying to trade up to my “00” accreditation.  Anyway, I know a few people from swapping info over the ‘net.  They owe me favours.  I’ve got all the access codes, the locations.  I just need a fake husband to go with the fake name and the fake life.  Couples only, W, that’s the rule.  That’s why I need to borrow your man here – no offence.” 

“None taken.”  William fixed the woman with a calculating stare.  She was good, no question, but kind of grabby.  Cool, calm; no extreme emotions on show at all.  Her heart rate hadn’t jumped once since she’d been in the room.  She had control, which was plain to see.  He just hoped she was as businesslike as she made out and didn’t turn into Octopussy once she got him alone. 

“Tell me more, Faith, I’m still not clear on the set-up.  London said you’d been given the contact by a double-agent from S.T.A.K.E.?” 

The brunette nodded.  Continuing, W asked, “And you’re sure the information comes from a reliable source?” 

Faith Layer’s countenance was composed.  Inside, she was giggling maniacally; of course the information was reliable – she wouldn’t lie to herself, now would she? This was going to be sooo easy. 

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Buffy remained in bed, stretching and luxuriating in the satin sheets.  William’s scent was all around her, on the covers, on her skin.  She could see the ads now -- ‘Eau de William, the aphrodisiac fragrance.’  Again she felt the flood of moisture pooling between her legs!  Good god – was it even possible for her body to produce that much liquid without causing a serious imbalance?  ‘Wonder if I need those…what do you call ‘em?  Electrolytes?’   

Since that magical night in the Bronze three months ago her senses had been in a state of constant stimulation, her nerve endings raw with need and her skin on fire.  Sure, she’d had boyfriends before but nothing to compare to this.  He’d been away on two missions and risked W’s wrath each time by using the coded communications channel to speak to Buffy.  Just a few words, an avowal of love and a promise of sexual acrobatics in the near future; enough to make her come as she listened to his velvet tones.  But the fact that he was risking his un-life each time added a thrill of pleasure tinged with a shock of impending loss.  The entire time they were out of touch, she felt hollow and alone and absolutely terrified that he wouldn’t be coming back.  He was a double-0 agent; expendable as the mission dictated………but not to her. 

Lying back on the indent he had left in the pillow, she thought back to their time on the Caribbean island.  Blushing, she brought her hands up to cup her breasts, closing her eyes and remembering the first time they made love after leaving the Magic Box, not even waiting until the ‘plane had taken off.  Then the Mile High Club – check; fucking in public – check; sucking him off under the table in a fancy restaurant – check; mutual fellatio on the veranda and getting caught by the maid – check; humid nights on the beach - check! 

Letting her hands drift across her body, Buffy gasped as she tweaked her nipples into twin peaks of aching need, arching her back and lifting her hips to meet the imaginary William who was resting between her legs.  Her open mouth let out a moan of pleasure as her closed eyes saw the face of her lover as he kissed her lips with bruising intensity, darting his cool tongue in between her teeth and nipping at her lower lip to drag it into his moist mouth.   

“Mmmmm.” 

Buffy kneaded her breasts together, crushing them in an almost painful grip before undulating her body and moving her left hand to sweep along her neck, the fingers tracing fire as she imagined cooler digits taking that path.  Continuing upwards to caress her features, she darted out her tongue to capture her middle finger and snatch it into the warm wetness of her mouth, circling it and nibbling at its tip whilst imagining that she was looking up into azure blue eyes that burned with desire. 

Moaning again, she slid her right hand down her toned abdomen and rippled among her neatly-trimmed curls, skimming her aching mound and coming to rest on her right thigh.  Building the anticipation, Buffy lightly tickled her skin bucking upwards to seek friction and release whilst at the same time denying herself that completion.  Goose bumps broke out all over her body despite the heat of the evening, and the bead of sweat that had gathered in the dip of her throat ran down the middle of her breasts causing her to gasp at the sensation. 

All she could see behind her closed eyelids was William, her lover, his pale skin gleaming in moonlight and his cool touch sending shivers along her spine.  Sometimes he was William…….. soft, gentle, poetic.  And sometimes he was Spike….raw, primal, bruising.  And she loved them both. 

Not able to hold out any longer, Buffy returned her left hand to her nipple and rolled the nub between her fingers to an exquisite point of pain and pleasure.  Her head was thrown back into the pillow and she gasped aloud, keening her pleasure to the night air.  Finally her right hand crept up into her moist curls and her breath caught in her throat as fingers glided over her swollen clit before her two digits thrust inside, bucking upwards to sink them as far into her pussy as she could.  Her hips moved in a frenetic rhythm, seeking the flood of pleasure that would relieve her craving.  Finally, as she reached her crescendo she brought her other hand down to pinch her clitoris and caress it, flooding her hand with sticky juices, and adding a third finger to her pulsing pussy she screamed Spike’s name as she sank into the abyss of pleasure. 

Spike stood in the doorway and watched her, rubbing his engorged cock through the now ill-fitting trousers of his Saville Row suit, delighting in the erotic picture in front of him.  She panted and drew in ragged breaths of air, oblivious to his yellow eyes watching her pleasure herself with his name on her lips. She was incredible.  ‘Right, the hard fucking demon it is then.’

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CHAPTER TWO

Panting for air as her sweat-soaked body quivered with aftershocks, Buffy was not immediately aware that William was standing in the doorway on the edge of her peripheral vision.  She gasped when she saw him, her fantasy vanishing.  He was really there, devouring her with intense golden eyes, one hand roughly stroking his all too obvious erection whilst the other discarded his suit jacket. 

Those demonic eyes had her riveted, almost hypnotic in their intensity.  Without further thought and never taking her eyes from his, Buffy stretched then ran her hands through her hair so it lay on the pillow like a golden cloud.  She then skimmed fingertips down over her face slowly, oh so slowly.  On reaching her mouth, she snaked out her tongue to capture a finger on her right hand, her left continuing downwards to cup her breast and caress her rapidly erect nipple.  She sucked the finger further into her mouth, moaning around it and flicking her tongue out so that he could see the moist, pink tip as she licked at her flesh.  Gazes still locked, Buffy slowly slid the digit in and out of her lips while her hips undulated rhythmically in time with the sucks.  She pushed the covers out of the way with a foot and a hint of challenge appeared in her eyes.   

He couldn’t hold back the demon any longer.  Spike vamped.  His forehead ridged and his teeth elongated into fangs as he stared, mesmerised, at his woman sprawling wantonly across his bed.  The jacket was a forgotten heap on the floor; his rock hard cock in danger of bursting through the straining flies of his trousers.   

“Hard day?” she cooed. 

“Getting to be,” he growled, grabbing at his tie to loosen it.   

He was desperate to be on her, in her, fucking and feeding. But as he slid the silky knot down, he became aware of Buffy’s hungry gaze.  Summoning control, he slowed…tug, tug, tug…. making its removal a sensual tease.  Buffy squeaked as the knot slipped off the end, so he yanked the length of silk from under the shirt collar and through his hands.  She shivered, the scent of her arousal flooding his nostrils. 

Inhaling deeply to savour her musk, he dropped the tie carelessly to the floor and slowly opened the top button of his shirt, taking a step towards the bed…then the next, and another step…another button…. step….  As he reached the divan, he grasped the shirt and ripped it open, scattering the remaining buttons across Buffy’s naked form to ping off and roll to the floor.   

Hypersensitive skin felt sharp taps when the buttons struck her flesh and she arched her back instinctively to find some release for the pressure building inside her. She was beyond aroused.  Her eyelids fluttered as she cupped both breasts together, rubbing and teasing her nipples between forefingers and thumbs.  Spike could see the sheen of sweat covering her golden body and longed to lap at it with his rough vampire tongue. 

Buffy’s eyes snapped open and she turned her head when she heard the jangle of his belt-buckle.  She was no more than two inches from his stiff cock as it strained against his trousers, straining the cloth as he undid the belt then flipped the button.  Oh, and she could smell him, his unique aroma that had almost made her swoon that night in the Bronze.  God, she wanted to taste him so badly, take his cock into her mouth and suck it so far in that she gagged.  Thoughts of him spending spurts of cool semen into her hot mouth caused another flood of moisture from her pussy and she moved her hands to tangle between her thighs, scrabbling to get some relief. 

Hypnotised, she watched the zipper as it slowly rolled down on its own, the monster wanting out of the cage.  She licked suddenly dry lips as Spike grasped the thick shaft and languorously stroked himself, up ….and down; up… and down; up….and down.  A pearly drop of come oozed from the slit and Buffy watched it roll down his length and over his fist to disappear into the dark curls at the base.  Suddenly realising she wasn’t breathing, she dragged in air and panted, her hazel eyes dark with lust and fixed on the hand of her demon as he speeded up his strokes.  Unconsciously, she was thrusting her own fingers deep inside herself to the same rhythm, rubbing her clit with a thumb and clenching her thighs together to increase the sensations. 

Spike stilled his hand.  His cock bobbed invitingly in front of her face as he threw off the ruined shirt.  With a shimmy of his hips, the trousers pooled around his feet.  Suddenly, Buffy lunged at him, her hands, sticky with her juices, grabbing his buttocks and digging in her nails, her moist mouth enveloping his considerable length almost entirely.  As she continued to glide further down his shaft, she opened her throat and he almost came there and then when she growled around him, her tongue caressing his stiffness. 

He let out a strangled “Buffy!” and tried to buck away; it only made her dig her nails in even more.  She knew what she wanted.  Looking up at him as she knelt on the bed, her hair cascading over one shoulder and her cheeks puffed out to accommodate his girth, she slowly released him from her mouth, swirling her tongue along the sensitive tip and nipping him gently.  Spike closed his eyes and threw back his head as he tried to keep control; he was losing the battle.   

Buffy closed her mouth over his cock again, pumping it in and out of her heat at an ever increasing pace, bringing one hand round to cup his balls and squeeze firmly.  And as she moaned his name around his length, he tensed and shot thick spurts of come into her greedy mouth, watching with fascination as she swallowed it down and licked him clean. 

Sitting back on her heels with a satisfied smile on her face, Buffy was taken by surprise when Spike pushed her backwards onto the bed and grabbed her heels to pull her towards him.  When he had her arranged with her pussy aligned with the edge of the mattress, he kicked off the trousers, which were suddenly impeding him, scrambling his shoes and socks off quickly with a combination of feet and hands.  At last, he knelt between her thighs, still in game face, and inhaled deeply of her scent.  Gripping her hips, he dipped his head and licked up the inside of each thigh, his rough tongue, raising goosebumps in its wake.  Buffy thrust her hips upwards, seeking his touch.    

William’s mastery of foreplay was a whole new language.  He would have played some more, worshipping her aching flesh.  Spike wanted to fuck her, ravenously, with his tongue, his cock, his fingers.  As he thrust his tongue deep inside her Buffy whimpered with pleasure.  Replacing it with two fingers, then three, he hand-fucked her as he moved his mouth up her body to close over one nipple, swirling his cool tongue around it until it puckered almost painfully.  Blowing across the wet nub, he watched Buffy throw her head back to dig into the mattress, her mouth a silent ‘o’ of pleasure.  Her gleaming neck filled his vision, the pulse pounding in his ears, her delicious blood pumping just below the surface.  As his hand stilled, his fingers buried deep within her, Buffy tipped her head up to look at him.  His eyes were glazed with need.  She knew what he wanted to do, what he needed to do.  And she desperately wanted him to do it too. 

Holding his yellow gaze with her own, she deliberately reached around to hold her hair away from her neck. 

“Now, Spike.  Bite me now” she whispered fiercely. 

The demon roared and then he was on her, his body pressed full length against her, one hand still playing with her clit, her pussy, the other fisted in her hair bending her head back as he sank his fangs into her neck taking long draughts of her rich blood.  Buffy could feel the tug of him suckling her neck and the cool blood that escaped to drip onto her breast. Her orgasm hit so hard she screamed as she convulsed around his fingers.  It was primeval, sound without form, and the demon loved it.  As she arched into his touch, she pulled him tight against her and instinctively bit down to mark him as hers.  As his blood gushed over her tongue, she swallowed down the rich fluid without thought, mewling against his neck.   

His demon was ecstatic!  Shuddering as he continued to drink from her sun-kissed flesh, Spike bucked against her and spurted semen along her mound, her belly. 

Withdrawing his fangs and tenderly licking the wound shut, Spike raised himself above her, resting on his elbows and stroking her hair.  He felt the ragged wound she had made below his right ear pulse with exquisite pain.  The demon receded, satiated, and the chiselled features of William slid back into place. 

Bending to softly kiss her lips, stained with his own blood, he licked her clean and whispered “Thank you”. 

Buffy smiled, reaching up to cradle his face in her hand.  “Thank YOU, William.  That was… earth-moving.” 

Wrapping her in a bear hug, he knelt up taking her with him to sit facing him on the bed.   He would never be able to eclipse the feelings running through him at that moment.  He’d held off giving her the “A to Z of Vampire Rituals” talk, but tonight he felt ready.   

“The thing is, Buffy, I need to explain what this means.  You remember the Bronze, the first time we made love?  When I bit you as we… The biting and the sex at the same time, it’s something special.  It means something to a vamp.” 

She looked at him quizzically, her head tilted to one side in an unconscious imitation of her lover.    

“And then tonight, you fed from me.  Only a little, I know, but still enough for… You see, luv…in vampire terms, once we’ve climaxed and bled together…. we’re mated, one.  Married, if you like.” 

Buffy’s gasp of surprise quickly turned into a giggle of delight as she launched herself at him, knocking him over and covering his face in kisses. 

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Two hours later, it was a wobbly Buffy that shakily got to her feet and shuffled to the bathroom.  Glancing back at the bed, she smiled at the sight of her vampire lover lying prone, tangled in silk sheets, the curve of his buttocks just visible as his legs dangled over the edge of the mattress, arms splayed in “splat” formation.  She giggled and scooted off to freshen up as he groaned and rolled over onto his back, his right arm coming up to cover his face. 

“Fuck Buffy!  What the hell have you done to my demonic stamina?  I shouldn’t be panting like an overheated spaniel after a mere three hours of lovemaking.  Buffy?” 

He sat up, resting back on his elbows and tilting his head to seek her out.  His face was split by a wide smile as she teetered back towards the bed and she pouted. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“You’re adorable kitten!  Your hair’s all mussed and you can’t walk in a straight line.  Come here.” 

William patted the bed to his side.  He hated to break the moment but he had to tell her about the mission.  Departure was at 0800, less than ten hours from now.  For the first time in his long career as a spy, he considered the merits of a desk job and found them appealing. 

She wasn’t going to make this easy, he realised as she curled up against him.  Her head was pillowed on his shoulder, her slender arm wrapped around his torso to lock him to her and her legs bent up to rest her knees across his thighs.  She smelled of sex and blood and warmth and he felt his cock twitch to life again.  Not helpful. 

“Sweetheart, I have an assignment.” 

He felt her stiffen beside him, her heart actually faltering then beating double before steadying to a slightly elevated rhythm.  He felt torn apart inside.  

She sat up to look at him, a tremulous smile fixed on her lips.   

“How long do we have?” 

What a woman!  No clinging, no begging.  He loved her with an intensity that stunned him.  Never in all of his life, and his un-life, had he ever felt such depth of emotions surging through his being.  She made him feel alive. 

He reached up to stroke her cheek gently, leaning his forehead against hers.   

“Until morning” he whispered. 

Buffy’s eyes clouded with pain, but she quickly recovered herself.   

“Then we’ve got tonight.” 

She started to sink into his embrace, stroking her hand across his sculpted chest.  Closing his eyes, Spike gathered all his self-control and grabbed her wrist, stilling her downward progress. 

“That’s not all, luv.  The mission’s not your usual one.” 

Falteringly, he explained that they’d had information about an organisation apparently intent on breeding super-babies.  $1 million was being offered to any couple that passed the screening process.  Successful applicants gathered on a remote island in Thailand, secretly owned by S.T.A.K.E., to prepare for the accelerated development programme.  The true purpose was genetic resequencing and the couples were forced to breed batches of demon mutants until the female died, ravaged by the constant birthing and often grotesquely incompatible spawn that resulted.  The male was exterminated, his usefulness expired. 

Buffy cringed.  She knew what was coming next and she felt sick to her stomach. 

“I have to go undercover, Buffy, as part of a couple.  A female agent will assume the role of my wife.  Don’t know how long it’ll be.” 

Buffy’s eyes filled with tears, a single silver drop running down her face.  Two hours earlier, she’d been bursting with happiness and pride when he’d told her she was his mate.  Now another woman would be his wife. And it didn’t make any difference that it was all an act.  

William hated himself for causing her pain and silently vowed he would make it up to her on his return, would show her how much he loved her. 

Crushing her to him, he murmured soft words of love as he kissed her hair, stroking her back as she sobbed silently, her shoulders heaving.

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CHAPTER THREE
They spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing quiet talk and fitful dozes.  Each time Buffy woke she looked up to see William gazing at her, his blue eyes glittering in the moonlight.  Soft night breezes ruffled the sheer drapes.  Her eyelids drooped with exhaustion as she fought sleep to savour their remaining hours together. 

She snapped awake at the whirring sound of the automatic solar shutters lowering over the windows.  Her lips trembled with emotion as she realised that it was time.  William would go and be the hero and save the world from unspeakable demons.  Again.  Events at the Bronze had been life changing in more ways than one. She’d loved the gadgetry and the role-play; in a way she was itching to join in the fight.  Maybe she could go along on a mission.  She’d speak to W, see how the land lay.  Now she was involved with a double-0 agent; the desk-job was just plain dull. 

She hugged the empty pillow beside her, forcing down the wave of desolation it caused.  She’d have to get used to it again for a short while, unless he never… She gritted her teeth and banished that thought from her mind.  She would be strong for him. He would come back, he wouldn’t be hurt and she wouldn’t let him know that she thought otherwise.  He had to be able to concentrate on the mission, no distraction: his un-life could depend upon it. 

When William returned from the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips and his upper body still wet from the shower, Buffy gazed at him, mesmerised by the perfection of his form.  Swallowing hard to wet her suddenly dry mouth, she drank him in with her eyes. The tousled blond curls, the angles of his face and mouth, the gorgeously defined body - muscle wrapped in alabaster skin.  And his arms… good god, what arms, the slender lines belying hidden power.  Perfection.  She shivered at thoughts of the hours she’d spent in those arms, learning every inch of him, ghosting fingers across his torso, his biceps, and the lines of his cheekbones.  She could look at him forever.   

Moving her gaze further down she noticed with delight that the towel now appeared to be draping a flagpole.  She chuckled as she looked up to meet William’s tilted head and amused stare.   

“I’m just working on the mission inventory,” she giggled huskily. 

“Time for the equipment check then,” William drawled as he whipped the towel away to reveal his very impressive erection.   

Not trusting her voice, Buffy just nodded, as he prowled towards the bed to kneel at the end before stalking his way up her body on his hands and knees.  As he travelled upwards he blew cool air across her skin heightening her arousal even further.  The sweet scent of her skin, the taste of sweat and their mingled juices caused his cock to harden even more as he breathed in and lapped at her flesh.    

He swirled his tongue around her bellybutton, delighting in the way her abdomen clenched with the sensation, her breathy gasps making him smile.  His hands were gripping her hips to keep her in place, not allowing her to squirm away from him.  His mouth travelled up from her mound to between her breasts, flicking her chin at the end with his pointed tongue then dove to bite her neck with blunt teeth.  Buffy moaned beneath him and bucked her hips up to seek his shaft. 

He shimmied away from her, teasing her with his teeth and tongue, but never letting their groins connect.  He was going to leave his girl with something to remember him by, and he wanted to make it last a little longer.  The minute he let himself sink into her, he’d be lost.   

Allowing his hands to wander further up her body, he wrapped one arm around her back where her spine curved deliciously above her peach of a bottom, snagging her belly hard against him.  His shaft was trapped between them, poking into the flesh of their abdomens and pulsing.  Buffy moaned low in her throat and tried to move against him.  He stilled her, refusing to let her have satisfaction just yet.  It took all his self-control.  He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, picturing anything but her sun-kissed body.  Trying to think of the least arousing thing he could, his mind came up with his rival ‘00’ agent Xander Harris.  Ah, that did it – control regained.  

Bending his head again he lightly suckled at one nipple, his free hand caressing her other breast kneading and rubbing his thumb across her hardening flesh.  Continuing his attentions, Buffy’s nipples were like bullets and he amused himself by alternately suckling them then blowing across them to pucker the skin further.  All the while, Buffy panted and squirmed, the sweat breaking out on her brow, frantic for release.   

“Oh... please,” she whimpered and he was undone.  What Buffy wanted, Buffy got.  He removed his arm from behind her back and grasped both of her hands in his own, pinning them either side of her head, tangled in her glorious mane of golden hair.  Dipping his head to capture her lips, he nudged her legs open with his knees and drew back his hips to rest his cock at the entrance to her sex.  He held himself there as he raised his head once more to look into her eyes and held her gaze as he slowly slid home.  The look in her eyes humbled him; pure love, all wrapped up in lust and passion.  God, it had never felt like this with anyone else!  He willed her to see how much this meant to him, that she was his everything, his life.  She gasped his name, “William!” as he started to move inside her, long, slow strokes to prolong their pleasure as much as possible. 

Last night they had fucked; this morning they were making love.  And both the demon and the man were satisfied beyond measure.   

Buffy looked up into eyes so blue they almost burned her with their intensity.  He was looking deep inside her and she knew he was trying to reassure her.  He wouldn’t choose to go on this mission, would refuse if he could; but he was a tool to the Powers That Be to be used as appropriate.  Tools had no option but to be put to work.   

As he continued to thrust inside her, his pace quickening as his control slipped, he was talking to her, softly, words of love and devotion. 

“Mine, Buffy; you’ll always be mine; never want to leave you……..god, I love you so much, baby, I’ll always love you…….aargh, Buffy, so tight, baby….” 

The constant stream of words was working their magic on her and she felt her orgasm start to build.  Throwing her legs around his waist to lock him to her she bucked upwards to increase the pace and to rub her clit against his shaft as he started to pound into her.  The bed was moving away from the wall with the force of their coupling and she untangled her hands from his to bring her arms around him and dig her fingers into his butt.  

Her wail as her climax washed over her was swallowed by his mouth closing over hers, sucking her tongue in to rasp it with his teeth and tangle with his own.  He thrust into her once more, deep and hard, then moaned against her as release overwhelmed him, the pulsing of his cock as he came rippling through her body. 

Finally, they both came down to earth, thankful that the air conditioner had kicked in to cool their fevered flesh.  William was always amazed at the way his cool skin would heat whenever he was with her.  It was as if he borrowed life from her, or shared hers.  It was a miracle.  She was a miracle.  His.   

He had fallen forwards onto her as he came, and worried that he may be hurting her he pushed himself away off the mattress. 

“Don’t!” she cried, “not yet.” 

He steeled himself. “I can’t stay, Buffy.  Look at the time.  Got to get the mission rolling. Believe me, this is as hard for me… Now that I’ve found you, I never want to be away from you.  God, I’m going to miss you so much!” 

He crushed her to him, drawing in the scent of her hair to remember her by, the feel of her bare skin next to his.  It would have to keep him going until he could come home. 

Pressing a firm kiss to her forehead, he jumped up from the bed and returned to the bathroom to shower again, trying not to hear the sound of muffled sobs. 

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By the time he returned to the room, Buffy was out of the bed and wrapped in his robe.  Her hair was tied back from her face in a ponytail and she was stripping the bed and piling the linen in a heap. 

She looked up as she heard him enter from the bathroom and smiled.   

“We kinda messed the bedding again.” 

He chuckled.  “That we did, pet.  Looks like the Laundromat once again will benefit from our relationship.” 

Buffy smiled.  Then she really looked at him - still wet, still wrapped in a towel and still gorgeous. 

Noticing her sharply indrawn breath, he backed away from her and swiftly put the bed between them.  He had about 15 minutes to reach HQ and if they started up again …………… 

Buffy shook herself out of her reverie and walked to him, determined not to weaken. 

  “One more kiss before you go.”  They clung to each other fiercely and Buffy looked up at him.  “I love you, William, always. Be safe and hurry back to me.” 

She turned and walked towards the bathroom. 

“I’ll just take a quick shower….” 

Her words tailed off as the bathroom door closed.  Breathing out unnecessarily at the lucky……….or not so lucky……escape, William continued to dry himself and dressed quickly before Buffy could return.  If he didn’t know better, he’d say her pheromones were loaded with some kind of addictive narcotic.  One bite of Buffy and you always wanted more; kind of like a cookie…….. 

It was half an hour before she came out.

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CHAPTER FOUR

Spike jumped when the bathroom door opened and he was suddenly faced with wet Buffy body enveloped in a white fluffy towel.  ‘That’s all I need!’ he groaned to himself as he tried to drag his eyes from the delicious buttocks revealed by the low dipping towel as she padded across to the dresser.  Feeling the old sap rising again, against all rules of man and nature, he covered his eyes with both hands, desperate to block out temptation.  Bugger!  He had to get out of here before W sent the Snatch Squad to take him in. 

Buffy looked over her shoulder as she heard him draw in a sharp breath.   Damn.  He was on to her and wasn’t watching.  Still, she felt a warm glow as she realised that if it weren’t for the mission, he’d have had her upside down and halfway to happy land.  Resigned to the fact that he had to leave and not wanting to make it any harder for him, she quickly dressed in casual slacks and a silky shirt and swept her long hair up into a messy topknot.  Slipping on a pair of mules, she grabbed her purse and headed towards him.   

“Hey, Agent 00666 – duty calls.”  He was still tightly covering his eyes with his hands so she gently moved them and planted a soft kiss on his lips.   

William blinked and pressed his lips against hers more forcefully before cupping her face in his hands and drawing back, mapping her features inch by inch to stash away in his memory. 

Sighing heavily, he placed a last kiss on her forehead and said “Okay, luv.  Take me to your leader.” 

Chuckling, Buffy grabbed his hand and led him out of the room and the apartment block to the underground garage. 

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All business-like now, Buffy entered HQ through the Magic Box entrance.  William had driven his Aston Martin around back and to the basement parking area.  Stashing her purse behind the counter, Buffy called up the Mission Allocation Team itinerary from the central database.  Skimming the timings with a critical eye, she shrugged.  Okay, they’d done a good job in her absence; she could simply approve it.  She had been hoping to find fault and thereby delay any departure, but she was kidding herself. And anyway, what had she been thinking?  She was a professional, part of a professional outfit, and she would never allow emotion to affect her performance.  

Grabbing the printout, she swept up the false ID papers and passport and went through to meet William in W’s office. 

W was winding up her briefing as Buffy entered the room, the redhead going through the latest report from London HQ regarding the evil mastermind behind the baby demon plot.  William was briskly efficient; his icy demeanour professional and serious as he took the proffered travel documents from Buffy’s outstretched hand with a murmured “Thank you, Summerpenny.”  Despite her resolve, his distance and detachment from her, necessary as it was, reminded her of how it used to be between them… before the Bronze.  As they left the room, W and William in front, Buffy trailed behind in an attempt to settle her emotions.  She watched his broad shoulders and his angular profile as he continued receiving instructions from the lady in charge.  A jolt of electricity fizzled between them as he looked over his shoulder and winked. 

G had already assembled the special kit the spy would need and stashed it aboard the company ‘plane that would ferry William and Faith Layer to the deadly island paradise.  W, William and Buffy climbed aboard the dark-windowed limousine that was to take them to the airfield, William sat across from W with Buffy to his right.  As soon as they were moving, W opened the drinks cabinet and poured a couple of stiff scotches for her and William.  Buffy declined, citing the early morning.   

All too soon, they were there, the jet fuelled and on the runway just outside the hangar in which the limousine parked.  W slid out of her seat and out of the car leaving Buffy and William inside.  Buffy watched her through the open door as she made her way across the concrete floor towards a dark-haired woman who could only be Faith Layer.  Buffy hated her on sight, and drew in a calming breath before turning to William and whispering “Good luck.” 

William closed his eyes.  Where had the mission buzz gone?  He usually relished the moment of departure, but now… God, he did not want to do this!  Steeling himself and gritting his teeth, he readied himself to go.  Turning to Buffy, his eyes clouded with pain, he gently stroked her cheek smiling as she leaned into his caress.   

“I don’t need luck, Buffy, I just need to know that you’re waiting for me.  Take care, kitten. I’ll be back before you know it.” 

And with a lingering aroma of expensive cologne, he was gone. 

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Boarding the ‘plane under cover of the canopied walkway that had been set up to shield him from the early morning sun, Spike Blond slipped into mission mode.  William was submerged, wrapped in memories of a warm, golden body and hazel-green eyes locked with his own.  The spy was in the driving seat now. 

W was ahead of him, updating Faith Layer with the same information he had been privy to earlier.  He caught the tail end of the conversation as he sought his seat. 

“…..and obviously we’ll be monitoring carefully, Faith.  But you really couldn’t wish for a better partner to introduce you to fieldwork.  He’s extremely capable.” 

“I’ll bet!” Faith drawled, leaning around W to flick her deep brown eyes along the suddenly tense body of the vampire. 

W looked behind her and noticed the stricken attitude of her best agent.  Maybe he’d met his match.  She was unsure about the relationship her right-hand woman had with this creature.  His reputation was that of a lady-killer, sometimes literally, but he was an excellent spy.  He was also rather humanitarian by nature, despite appearances to the contrary.  And W had it on good authority from his sister Tara, with whom she’d been spending an increasing amount of time, that her brother William was kind to babies, puppies and kittens.  Visions of 00666 donning fireman garb - bare-chested of course, complete with braces, natty helmet and handy chopper – and reaching up to rescue a fluffy Persian from a tree, flooded her mind.  So much for early morning pick-me-ups.  Blinking furiously, W turned to face Blond and breathlessly launched into a speech about queen, country and honour. 

Blond wasn’t fooled.  W’s blood was pooling in her cheeks in a becoming blush; he hadn’t lost his touch.  He smirked his trademark smirk and for full measure tilted his head to the most effective degree and lifted his left eyebrow.     

Finding herself lost for words, W gathered up her remaining documents and wished the new Mr and Mrs Lucrada bon voyage! 

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Buffy didn’t look up as W slid into the rear of the limousine.  She pretended to be fascinated by the mission parameters but as the file was both upside down and smudged with her tears, it wasn’t a very convincing ploy.   

The limousine pulled away smoothly, leaving the hangar and running alongside the coasting jet for a short time before bearing left and out of the airfield.  Buffy looked up and out of the rear window as the ‘plane took off, watching until the dot of it disappeared into the distance.  W was observing her silently, swishing the remaining scotch around the bottom of the glass before swallowing it down and reaching for a cheroot. 

Buffy looked up finally and donning her best efficient face, closed the file on her knee and faced W.  Going for an attitude of complete indifference, she calmly asked W what arrangements had been made for emergency retrieval as they hadn’t been filed on the computer when she checked earlier. 

“There’s no contingency plan, Summerpenny.  Blond’s on his own now, there’s no other way in.  If he fails, well, we call another ‘00’.  You know how it is with that status, you’ve read the briefings – one alone in all the world is chosen, blah, blah, blah.” 

W stared at Buffy as she delivered the deathblow, impassive to the terror and dread lurking beneath the PA’s calm mask.  Yes indeed, Buffy certainly did know how it was.  It was killing her. 

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‘Jeez, what’s up with Joe Cool?’  Faith could feel the waves of unease radiating off the vampire.  She twitched her lips into a feral snarl; she had a cure for all kinds of …tension. 

Clocking him out of the corner of her half-closed eyes, the brunette arched back into the seat and stretched her arms above her head to display her breasts to their best advantage.  The Celtic tattoo she bore on her right arm matched the clothing she was wearing at present.  She’d been issued with an entire “good wife” wardrobe but was putting off donning any of that shit until there was no other choice.  So what she had on was her own.  Trailer trash at its trashiest.  The leather trousers clung to her like a second skin and there was no panty line because, hey, no panties.  She wore a tank top with string straps, black of course, overlaid with a mesh shirt.  Peeping out from beneath the tank top was a black lace bra quite obviously designed to titillate, rather than to support its contents.  To add to the finished whore effect, the left strap of her bra had crept from beneath her top and rested like a slug across her bicep.  Classy.  Not. 

Spike had noticed the display of course.  The contrast with his golden goddess couldn’t have been more obvious.  Night and day – Buffy was the morning dew, soft and sweet; Faith was the darkest storm, dangerous and raw.  The demon in him saw a kindred spirit; the man was repulsed.  Both of them ignored her as she continued to use all the weapons in her arsenal to seduce him.  The demon wasn’t exactly happy to be reined in. 

As the flight went on, Spike realised he was going to have to rehearse the undercover role with Layer so that their stories meshed.  He’d been lying prone in the plush reclining seat across the aisle from the brunette, scanning the documentation in the field pack.  There was a large-scale layout of the island, the key indicating what was known about the buildings comprising the complex.  There was an enormous octagonal single storey structure labelled ‘Lab/Secret Hideout’.  Blond chuckled – G was so anally retentive; must be a Virgo!  Only G would actually label a map with ‘Secret Hideout’.  Shaking his head, Blond perused the plan further.  Set away from the main complex were a number of small hut-like erections; no doubt that was where the actual ‘erecting’ took place.  Looking further through the pack he found a detailed description of the interiors of the huts.  As he read on he groaned to himself. 

This was already a difficult mission for him and it was just getting worse.  The description of the rooms in the love-shacks used words such as “bordello-like”, “boudoir”, “decked out with all manner of instruments designed to enhance sexual arousal and increase pleasure.”  He was going to hell!  He glanced across to the sloe-eyed wannabe spy to his right.  She was dipping through the info too.  She was probably on the same page: yep, definitely.  The lascivious grin snaking across her lips and her moist, pink tongue gave it away.    Here we go – Faith the would-be vampire Layer at full throttle. 

He tensed as she shifted in her seat and turned to face him.  He couldn’t look away as she leant forwards, eyes locked on his, her cleavage so pronounced you could hide a gun in there.  As she tossed her dark hair over one shoulder in a move calculated to arouse him, thankfully she dipped her eyelids and gave him the opportunity to scurry away.   

“Big Bad huh?” she whispered to herself, lips curving slightly as she settled down to review the mission plan further.   

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Spike was holed up in the well-appointed bathroom to the rear of the jet.  No ordinary ‘plane this, obviously.  Equipped with all the latest radar, sonar and stealth technology it also boasted a natty line in vampire sensitive reflective surfaces.  G had been busy!  Studying his image in the mirror, he critically assessed his appearance – he wasn’t half-bad, he decided.  Resting his forehead against the mirror as he recalled what had made him run like a girl to the haven of the restroom, he began to slowly head butt the shiny surface. 

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Faith studiously ignored him as he returned.  Instead of taking his own seat he proceeded to the lounge area where there was a circular table surrounded by six deep-filled swivel chairs.  He spread the mission file across the surface and split it into personal information, mission objectives, gadget specifications and photographs.  When he had them arranged to his liking he cleared his throat and steeling his resolve said,” Miss Layer, could I have the pleasure of your company?” 

Shimmying around the corner, having removed the mesh top and renewed her lipstick, the seductress slid into the seat opposite him and leaned her head on her hands, her elbows resting on the table.   

“Always a pleasure, Blond,” she drawled, “Let’s get cracking.  Isn’t that what you English guys say?” 

Spike gritted his teeth.  This was going to be a long flight.

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CHAPTER FIVE


Buffy watched the dot of the aircraft slowly arcing across world map on the large screen display, tracked as it was by HQ. All senior staff gathered in the briefing room to await its arrival at Hornshaft Atoll. It was crucial that Spike and Faith clear the first hurdle when they reached their destination. Faith Layer had the requisite pulse, circulation and body temperature; Spike Blond, of course, did not.

What he did have, however, courtesy of G and his band of super-scientists, was enough technology to fool most scanners and certainly sufficient to pass cursory inspections. Spike sported an implant next to his non-beating heart that thumped out a steady rhythm, mimicking the pulse of a healthy young man. Should he be scanned to any depth, a second implant would kick in to induce artificial circulation by stimulating his heart muscles to pump the blood around his body. Before leaving for the airfield, he’d been coated head to foot in a micro layer of exothermic material that would register as normal body temperature; the breathing, he would take care of himself. Unlike most vampires, he already breathed almost constantly in an unconscious imitation of his living self. But then he was nothing like most vampires. He also had a liking for proper food, spicy and sweet being particular favourites, as Buffy had found out during their initial days together. Serve him up a blooming onion followed by hot chocolate and marshmallows and he was putty in her hands. ‘Not that I need food for that,’ she thought fondly.

Buffy had read through the medical notes many, many times. It made her feel closer to him somehow. Panic began to rise in her again as the jet continued its journey. Every minute that ticked by took him further away from her, and the bite-mark on her neck ached more as the distance increased. Buffy absentmindedly kept rubbing at the mark drawing W’s attention to her reddened flesh.

“Summerpenny? Is there a problem?”

“What? Where?” Buffy flicked her eyes to the screen display, pulse racing and sweat breaking out on her brow. Seeing nothing wrong, she turned to look back at W.

W gestured with her right hand, cheroot dangling languidly, causing Buffy to blush and hang her head. But then she recovered herself. What was she ashamed of – it was her wedding band to all intents and purposes and she wasn’t going to hide it.

Bringing her head up to meet and hold W’s gaze with her own suddenly stormy hazel eyes she simply said, “I can feel him. We’re mated. He’s going further and further from me and it aches.”

“Interesting.” W stated. “Can you tell where he is, what he’s doing?” Ever the efficient mission master, W wanted to know if it could be used to their advantage.

“I can’t tell exactly; I just know that the greater the distance is, the more it tingles. I can sense his general mood but not specifics. Right now, I sense that he’s agitated, tense. But I can’t tell why.”

‘I can guess though. Slut.’ Buffy thought.

“Hmmm. I’ll bear that information in mind, Summerpenny.”

Returning her attention to the screen, W filed the snippet away for future consideration.

Things with William’s sister were moving along nicely. There’d been a kissing incident which took them both by surprise and since then the shy vampire had been making puppy eyes at her. Perhaps she could suggest a nibble or two to notch things up a level…….

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Spike Blond was on his last reserves of patience. He was able to ignore the increasingly overt invitations coming his way from the dark-haired temptress but his inner battle to keep his demon tethered was another matter. She was everything his dark side craved; aggressive, amoral, reckless, and sexually wanton. He closed his eyes to regain control of the devil inside him.

“Ok, Layer. Once more, from the top. What’s my name?”

“William Lucrada. Born 20 August 1971 in Chelsea, England. Mother and father deceased – car crash when you were 19. You inherited their estate and that gave you enough money to put yourself through university where you took English, History and the Classics. And could I be more bored?”

“We need to get this right! Listen, Faith. I’ve been doing the spy thing since before you were born. If you want to be a ‘00’ – then you need to survive your first mission. Unfortunately for you, there’s more to it than flashing your cleavage. So you can cut the nympho attitude, okay? Get the basics right and the rest will follow. Preparation is the key.”

“Man! You sound like my boss back in Research. Wet Wimpo Wesley Wyndham-Price. ‘Make sure you lay the groundwork, Faith. Ensure that every ‘i’ is dotted and every ‘t’ is crossed, Faith. Three words to remember for a successful outcome, Faith – preparation, preparation, preparation. Bla bla bla’ Loser!”

Spike gritted his teeth. “I happen to know Wesley and he is not a wimp. He’s clocked more field time than many double-0s and what he doesn’t know about research could be written on the back of a postage stamp. You’d do well to follow his advice.”

“Continue,” he growled at her.

Rolling her eyes and swinging her feet up to rest on the table, she grabbed her notes and carried on.

“We met when you came into the library where I work to research background material for your latest novel.”

“When did we meet, Faith. Specifics, remember.”

Shaking her head she continued with the fake past. “May 14, 1994. You asked me out two weeks later, having come into the library every day to check me out. Sorry, to check books out.” She grinned at him from beneath hooded eyes and licked her lips.

“Just couldn’t resist me could you?” she drawled huskily as she slid her boots off the table and leant forwards, her breasts resting on the surface as she lifted her ass from the seat to curl her legs up beneath her.

She laughed out loud as his stony glare rested on her, his ice-blue eyes glinting with fury.

“Guess the magic’s gone now, honey – how on earth are we going to recapture those heady days?”

So saying, she ran her hand down her neck to brush lightly over the peak of one nipple, darting her pointed tongue out to sweep her lips as she did so. One way or another, she was having his undead booty before she threw him to the wolves. If he continued to spurn her advances, well – there were other ways.

Spike laid his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes. Sighing heavily, he looked up and narrowly stopped himself from slapping the smug grin from the face of the woman he was rapidly coming to regard as the biggest pain in the arse he’d ever met. And what genius had assigned her to this mission?

Raising his eyebrow he snarled at her, “Faith!”

“Ok, ok – keep your pants on…………….for now.”

Standing up she stretched like a cat and made her way around the table to lean over him, one hand on the back of his chair, the other flicking the pages in front of him. Looking to his left he was faced with her ample cleavage just a tongue’s span away, her nipples hard and proud through her skimpy top. Gaaaah! The things he did for the safety of puppies, kittens and Christmas.

When she blew softly in his ear he’d had enough. Standing abruptly and kicking the chair backwards he grabbed her by both wrists and pulled her tight against his body. “THIS. STOPS. NOW.” he hissed, his eyes flashing yellow and the force of his exhaled breath moving her hair.

Faith just chuckled softly. “Oh, baby. Wanna play rough?”

“Oddly enough, I’d prefer not touch you at all.” Disgusted, Spike shoved her away so hard she landed on her butt, looking up at him and laughing maniacally. He stalked away, heading once again for the bathroom. Her laughter followed him, setting his teeth on edge.

Splashing his face with cold water to cool his temper, Spike considered the situation. That something was not quite right with Miss Layer was all too apparent. He was used to dealing with persistent attempts to bed him but this was ridiculous. He was beginning to suspect that she was truly unhinged. The thought of spending another hour with this jezebel made him shudder, let alone days; the fact that they would be watched round the clock and have to play-act at being the loving couple made him grind his teeth. He snatched at the towel dispenser on the wall and it promptly crashed down into the sink, knocking the top off the faucet and causing water to spurt up and hit the ceiling. Drenched by the torrent, Spike looked at himself in the vamp-reflective mirror and shook his head.

Could this mission get any worse?

Checking the time on his standard issue, thankfully waterproof, watch he realised they’d now be out of range for communication with HQ and there’d be no contact with base until the mission was completed. There was no way of letting W know his qualms about Faith Layer and her mental capacity; he’d just have to make the best of it.

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The flashing dot of the aircraft was now steady and confirmed to those watching at HQ that it had landed on schedule at Hornshaft Atoll. Buffy’s heart beat out a staccato rhythm, her mouth dry and her hands clasped in front of her to stop them shaking. This was crunch time #1 of the mission, getting through the initial scans and medical workups to prove that Mr and Mrs Lucrada were prime baby-making candidates. It had been established that on landing all hopeful recipients of the million dollar bounty were bagged and tagged, as it were, samples taken and identification confirmed before they were allowed to disembark. Once through that initial stage, the couples were escorted to their own little paradise lost and left to their own devices. At the thought of her lover playing make believe with the happy families, she felt the bile rise in her throat and clasping a hand over her mouth rushed out to the restroom.

W noticed Summerpenny leave in a hurry. Stony-faced, she returned her attention to the screen; if this relationship between her top spy and her right-hand woman disrupted the professional efficiency of the operation, it would have to end. She’d keep a careful eye on it.

Summerpenny slipped back into the control room a few minutes later having lost the contents of her stomach and heaved so hard her ribs felt bruised. ‘Get a grip, Buffy’ she told herself. She’d seen the glare W had thrown her way as she came back in. Now was not the time to lose the professional detachment that had allowed her to rise through the ranks in such a short time.

Buffy was required to be in the control room until Phase 2 of Mission BabyMaker kicked in. And really, the love of her life was laying his life on the line – so where else would she be? But it didn’t mean she had to enjoy it. The tension level in the room was racked up to the ceiling, the air a blue haze thanks to W’s chain-smoking. Buffy wanted to scream. She began deep-breathing exercises to calm herself, but inhaling the cheroot-enhanced atmosphere brought on a coughing fit, earning her another glare from her red-haired boss. Mouthing ‘sorry’ through her efforts to breathe and wiping her streaming eyes, Buffy tried another tack to distract herself.

She recalled the day she’d applied to MI13 as a junior clerk. She’d left high school and was unsure what to do with her future. She’d just broken up with her high school sweetheart, her mom and sister were moving away from Sunnydale to start afresh in Virginia, and her classmates were mostly going on to university. But Buffy didn’t want that – she wanted a new challenge. As luck would have it she’d spotted an intriguing ad in the local newspaper and applied immediately.

What had it read…….oh, yes – ‘Welcome,i> [insert name here]; your mission, should you choose to accept it, will be fraught with danger, high on thrills and low on boredom. You know you wanna dance. Contact…….’ How could she not?

She sent off the application form, but when a month had passed with no response, Buffy just shrugged it off as a hoax and got on with the mundane job of helping her family move and setting up her first apartment. She’d taken a waitressing job at the Espresso Pump; boring, tiring and below minimum-wage, it just about paid the rent. But she knew there had to be more to life.

She was completely taken aback when arriving home late one night, she found a package behind the door. It contained a cell phone and a note that simply read “Dial 13 – send”. So she did. The clipped English voice that answered stunned her. “Miss Summerpenny? Thank you for responding so promptly. A car will be sent to collect you at 08:30 tomorrow. Be ready. And come alone.”

The click of the line disconnecting left Buffy bewildered, mouth agape and staring at the silent cell phone. Well! No hoax then! Her tummy had been buzzing with butterflies and she hadn’t slept a wink but she was ready and waiting when the car pulled up in front of her apartment block at exactly 8.30 am. As she stooped to enter the roomy interior of the limousine, her life changed forever.

Then there began an endless round of training, signing of Official Secrets Act documents, travel, and more training. Buffy Summerpenny, who’d never left her native soil before, suddenly had travel stamps in her passport to places she’d never even heard of, and certainly couldn’t pronounce. A six-month stint at London HQ fuelled her fondness for all things British and it was whilst she was there undergoing gruelling self-defence tuition that she had met him. HIM. Agent 00666, a legend in his un-lifetime, whispered about in breathless tones by every female with a pulse – and some without.

Closing her eyes to commit the well-loved scene even further into her memory bank, she smiled as she recalled the sight of him striding with effortless grace across the training room floor, his muscular arms gleaming as the harsh light of the fluorescents above illuminated him and glinted off the fencing foil gripped in his left hand. His hair was tousled by his exercise, the definition of his chest easily seen through the skin-tight vest he wore and his thighs………god, those thighs……, straining the stitching on the sides of the white fencing pants he completely filled to perfection. The hush that had fallen as he entered the room was broken by a series of sibilant whispers as he made his way through the pockets of swooning women, head held high, eyes hooded and an amused smirk playing on his lips. He knew the effect he was having, and he revelled in it.

Buffy could recall how her heart had hammered in her chest, her sharply indrawn breath and the little gasps falling from her lips as she stared at him, entranced. But that was nothing compared to the jolt that went through her when he turned his head slightly to meet her green eyes with his ice-blue orbs and winked.

That was it. *THWACK* Cupid’s arrow, right on target and leaving her jelly-legged and in danger of fainting.

And nothing had changed; he could still make her melt with a look, a whisper. Her heart still beat only for him. But now she loved him so completely, so entirely, that without him near, she felt like half of her was missing.

Reaching up to her neck to rub the throbbing mark that cemented their relationship, Buffy was dragged back to the present by W’s voice announcing, “Ok people, Phase 1 has been a success. It would appear our agents have passed their first test. Go, get some rest. Back here in twelve hours for updates. Summerpenny, with me please.”

Following her boss out of the room, Buffy glanced back to see the dot of the aircraft pulse again as it started its return journey leaving William and Layer alone to carry out the mission.


TBC


*CUT TO : crossed fencing foils against a backdrop of red rose petals; background noise of clashing blades and ‘ughs’ of fighting. Spike Blond’s voice – “Had enough?” Female’s breathless reply – “Of you? Never! Now – thrust!”

Dooo – doo – dooooooooooooooo; dooo – dooo – doooooooooooooooooo………………*


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CHAPTER SIX


On returning to the main part of the jet, Blond was relieved to see that in his absence, Layer had donned the costume supplied by the quartermaster as part of her cover. She wore plain black casual slacks, low-heeled pumps and a shapeless beige overshirt, primly buttoned from neck to hem. The sleeves were long and loose, ending in tightly buttoned cuffs, not an inch of flesh showing. To finish off, the make-up had gone, her hair was braided into a ponytail and she was sporting the ugliest pair of spectacles he had ever seen. This Faith Layer, he could handle. His demon wouldn’t be tempted by Faith the Librarian, except maybe as a hors d’oeuvre.

Faith Lucrada, as he must now think of her, glared up at him from her seated position, and noting his amused smirk growled at him, “Can it, deadboy. I may look meek and mild but don’t kid yourself that the clothes maketh the woman. I could still kick your lily-white ass from here to eternity.”

“But you look delightful, my dear; every inch the demure librarian.”

Faith’s snarling mouth sat ill at ease with her nondescript garb. Smirking at her, Blond passed the table and retrieved the suitcase containing his allotted costume. He continued on to the bedroom, time to assume the life of William Lucrada, novelist. His eyes widened in horror at a thought. ‘If Faith’s outfit is anything to go by, G’s probably got me decked out like Oscar Wilde at a garden party.’

Unfastening the case, he let out a sigh of relief when he found a selection of garments in muted colours – several t-shirts, both round and v-neck, some shirts, jeans and trousers and, to his amusement, boxers. He was a commando boy, our Mr Blond – but on second thoughts perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea. The more clothing he could place between himself and Faith Layer, the better. ‘Must remember to get a bottle of that Mekong whiskey for G,’ he thought.

He reached for a blue round-necked t-shirt and a pair of jeans and laid them on the bed, then stripped off his silk shirt. As he began to unzip the designer trousers he wore, he stilled his hands. Without turning, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth before saying in a voice devoid of emotion, “Do be a dear, little wifey, and fuck off.”

Leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed and taking in the naked torso of her faux-husband, Faith Layer simply laughed hysterically and wandered off in a leisurely fashion.

“Later then, hubby dearest…”

Spike’s shoulders slumped, his chin on his chest. What he wouldn’t give right now for a satin-sheeted bed filled with warm, naked Buffy and a mug of brandy-laced blood at body temperature. Or a machete………………………………

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Taking advantage of Blond’s occupation with his clothing, Faith Layer retrieved the tiny transmitter from the heel of her shoe and keyed in the unlock code. When the LED flashed green, she brought it to her mouth and whispered, “Agent X reporting. We land in 15 minutes. All systems are go. I repeat, all systems are go.”

On receiving an acknowledgement, she furtively stashed the transmitter in its hiding place and settled back into the seat.

She didn’t notice the vampire staring at her from the open doorway, his icy blue eyes cold and murderous as he gazed at her calculatingly.

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Buffy was standing in front of W’s desk, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl. After leaving the briefing, W had led the way back to her room in silence, striding ahead and forcing Buffy to do a little half-skip run to keep up. Once within the plush confines of the chief’s office, time crawled as W paced back and forth behind her mahogany desk, puffing on a cheroot, whilst crossing her free arm across her body. Just as Buffy cleared her throat to speak, W beat her to it.

“Summerpenny...Buffy; sit down.”

Her tone was almost gentle, not at all what Buffy was expecting. She sat.

W leaned back in her leather swivel recliner, her hands steepled under her chin, her gaze pensive. “I hate to do this, Buffy, but I really need to have a little chat with you about your relationship with Agent 00666. Now, I understand from your earlier actions that you consider yourself, what was it, ‘mated’ to him?”

Buffy nodded almost imperceptibly, her eyes wide pools of green.

“And this means what exactly?”

*ivory hands running up her thighs trailing fire in their wake as he gently lowers his head, feather light laps at her curls with his moist, cool tongue; she draws in a ragged breath and he laughs against her skin sending shivers rippling through her body. Slowly, slowly he kisses along her labia, then licks and suckles her clitoris until she screams his name and arches against him*

“Erm, I’m not really sure what it is you’re asking me, W.” Buffy was blushing under her boss’ scrutiny as she recalled the night of lovemaking that had led to her being claimed.

“Well, I’d like to know the hows, the whys, the ramifications. Anything you think might be of interest.”

*panting breaths as she gently floats down from her orgasm to see him prowl up the bed from between her thighs, his face glistening with the juices that had gushed from her pussy, eyes a mixture of pacific blue and golden yellow – caught between the man and the demon. A rough lick across her nipple then a cool breath to harden it further; one finger, two fingers sliding in and out of her aching depths, pace quickening as her face flushes with her desire*

“It’s kinda personal, W. I’m not really very comfortable speaking about it.”

“Buffy – we are not in a normal business. Danger assaults us at every turn. Any advantage we have, even something you may believe is inconsequential, could be crucial. I’m a woman of the world, Buffy. Just give me the basic facts.”

*a growl from deep within his chest as he covers her mouth with his, sucking her bottom lip in between his own and nibbling on the fullness; sliding his tongue against hers, thrusting in and out to mimic the rhythm of his fingers then swirling tongue around tongue until she’s had enough of receiving and rasps her tongue across his teeth, muttering his name and begging him to fuck her*

Basic facts? What could ever be ‘basic’ about Spike or William’s lovemaking? He was a master vampire, an immortal being with enhanced sight, hearing and smell capable of sensing the slightest increase in breathing, temperature, heartbeat and the gush of arousal. His slightest touch, his look, sent her spiralling out of control – he was the maestro; her body, his Stradivarius. And he plucked her, nightly, to a crescendo of passion.

*green eyes wide as he takes her at her word and roughly parts her legs to wrap around his waist, thrusting his cock deep inside her; eyes meeting and holding each other’s gaze as he moves his hips in slow, sweet torture, as she bucks her pelvis to gain friction for her throbbing clit; then a blaze of fireworks behind her eyes as he pounds her into the mattress, his shaft rubbing at her clit, his fingers digging into her shoulders and leaving marks of possession; pain and pleasure mingling as one as he bites down hard on her sweat-soaked neck, each pull of his mouth as he drinks down her blood causing mini-orgasms to crash through her womb; then the taste of his blood on her tongue as she instinctively seeks out the fluid of life – ecstasy*

“Buffy?”

“Huh?”

“You were going to explain to me the mating bite?”

“Oh; erm…. can I have a glass of water W. My mouth’s suddenly very dry.”

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The jet shuddered to a halt on the runway; the occupants of the craft were both extremely nervous, but for different reasons. Spike was potentially about to engage in the fight of his life so, yeah, not exactly calm. Not only did he have the mission to tackle, but also he had an insane, nymphomaniac double-crossing hell-bitch to contend with.

Faith however ------ well Faith was going home. And everybody knows what a bitch family reunions can be. The delivery of MI13’s top agent to her master was the price of entry to the inner sanctum. She’d been deep undercover with the enemy for four long years, plotting and planning, and now that she was finally on her way to collect her fortune in blood money, her nerves were shredded. She’d kill anyone who got in the way of her taking her place as S.T.A.K.E.’s number 1 agent. Anyone.

Grabbing the copy designer hand luggage Spike Blond grimaced. He was accustomed to Louis Vuitton, Prada, Gucci - nothing but the best. He was also used to Buffy, not the second-rate copy of a woman he was lumbered with for the foreseeable future. Un-life’s a bitch – and then you fake-marry one!

The jet’s engines slowed and stopped, the fuselage door opened up to drop down the integral stairs. The heat and smell of the tropical day washed over Mr and Mrs William Lucrada as they passed through the doorway to embark on the next stage of their ‘married’ life.

Despite G’s assurance that the gossamer thin layer coating his skin would withstand sunlight for a limited amount of time, Spike was still wary of stepping out into the glare of the afternoon sun. When fabricating their application, they’d added a rider that William Lucrada was sensitive to sunlight, nothing hereditary that may mess up their supposedly golden child but enough to allow them to get him out of the unforgiving solar rays quickly without too much fuss. Of course, as he was now aware of Faith’s treachery, he felt sure that they would be fast tracked through any tests and on to the main mission quickly. After all, if she wanted him to be discovered all she had to do was knock him out whilst he was still in the air.

Still, as he stood perched at the top of the steps leading down to the complex, he said a silent prayer to the Powers That Be before grasping Faith by the hand and descending into the seething mass of people below.

They were funnelled along a rope-lined passage that finished amid a bank of screens, scanners and scarily long hypodermics. As they approached the first screened-off area, Spike activated his internal chips by biting down on the switch embedded in his right fang. Whilst he was now sure that both he and his good ‘lady wife’ would pass the scans and tests with flying colours, her being from the enemy camp and all, he was still anxious. He was alone in the midst of S.T.A.K.E.’s chief operations base, out of contact with HQ and suddenly saddled with an insane double-crossing ho. And to cap it all, he kept getting the strangest feelings flooding his body, as if he was………embarrassed? Where did that come from? Pissed off – yes, but all coy and shy? That just wasn’t him.

As they were called forward to take their place in the hands of the doctors, he realised. It wasn’t him; it was Buffy. She must be hellish red in the face at the moment if the squirminess was passing along the bite mark to him. Maybe she was in a worse place. Maybe not.

Feeling calmer as the link to Buffy reminded him of what was on the line here, and what was waiting for him back in Sunnydale, he moved forwards to take his seat and rolled up his sleeve for the pretty nurse.

“So… Julie” he drawled, “badge says you’re ‘Bloodwork’. Gonna work my blood up then?”

The dark-eyed brunette blushed under his gaze. God, this one was a hottie - and with the attitude. With shaking hand, she withdrew the samples she needed for the lab. The first test was done there and then – a DNA scan to prove his identity matched that on the main computer. As she inserted the slide she’d made into the scanner and waited for it to confirm his ID, she risked a glance at him from beneath lowered lashes. Bad move. Body no longer in her control. Unable to think.

The beep of the scanner as it spat out the result on a ribbon of paper jolted Julie and she let out a little “eek” of alarm. Regaining her composure, she verified that the man in front of her was indeed William Lucrada, novelist, and ticked the documents to allow him to move on to the next stage.

“You’re so fine, Mr Lucrada… I mean…” she hesitated, mortified at what she’d just said “you’re fine to proceed to the next unit. Please take this sheet with you.”

Smirking, Spike Blond retrieved the medical sheet and clipboard and leaned towards her. “S’been a pleasure, love” he whispered in her ear as he lightly brushed his lips across her cheek.

Good lord – she wanted to see his babies. Make that have his babies. Please.

Further tests followed, urine, saliva, more blood. The urine was supplied by another of G’s ingenious pumps secreted near to Spike’s more than generous natural attributes. Scans by the dozen of every part of the body, all carried out by an array of beauties occupied an hour of Spike’s time. Spying Faith as he moved among the medical equipment, it seemed that her tests were carried out by a team of bodybuilding male models. Seems the chief wasn’t taking any chances that the candidates would be unable to perform and was loading the dice early in the game.

Eventually all tests were done, all boxes were ticked and all needle marks were bandaged. Time to move through to the main event.

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“Very….hmm mmm….interesting, Summerpenny. Do you mind if I open a window, it is awfully warm in here suddenly.”

“No, W, go ahead.”

Buffy had outlined the procedure in a detached manner, or as detached as she could get when it was about William, naked. Guess she hadn’t been as clinical about the description as she thought, judging by W’s flushed cheeks and the hand fanning in front of her face.

“I’m sure that the information will prove very useful. Now, can you still sense him through the bite? Do you have any indication of what is happening?”

Buffy concentrated. The emotions coming through weren’t very strong. She sensed that he was relieved, she supposed, but other than that nothing was overlaying his general status quo.

“I just get the feeling that everything is going according to plan, W. He’s kind of relieved, so I think that means they got through the tests all right as we thought. Nothing else really.”

“Good! Well. Thank you, Summerpenny. You’d better get off home and get some rest. I want you back here by 2200 hours. Your link with Blond is the only one we have at the moment. It could be crucial.”

Buffy rose from the seat and turned to go, reluctant to leave the security of HQ.

“I could stay, W. I’m really not tired.”

“No; I need you to be fresh, rested. I’ll call if anything develops. Go.”

Buffy nodded and headed off home, anxious to get the eight hour faux rest over with and return to the fray as soon as she could.

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The piercing tones of the plastic-enhanced bimbette who was leading them to their love-shack, was giving him a headache.

“So, all facilities are available to you 24/7. You call, we run! Okay? We’re here to make your stay pleasurable… if you know what I mean. We want you to make babies, people! Lots and lots of them. So, if the shack ain’t rockin', we’ll come a-knockin!”

She turned her perfect Hollywood smile on them at that point, and received varying responses, ranging from titters to groans. And one icy blue glare of death. As she met William Lucrada’s eyes, her smile faltered and she turned quickly to resume the trek to the cabins.

“Here we are, Shack 69 – William and Faith Lucrada. Here’s the key. Go! Enjoy!”

Spike reluctantly took the key from her red-taloned hand, grimacing at the key-fob as he did so. He almost snorted. This was nearly tackier than Faith; the 3-D couple on the fob moved obscenely in a parody of soixante-neuf. ‘How thoughtful,’ he thought, ‘Just in case you forget the number of your love-shack.’ Lame; beyond lame.

“Darling, shall we?” he smiled at Faith, hating the thought of being stuck in this situation with her.

“Oh, yes – let’s check out the bedroom first, honey!”

The tour leader flashed a wide smile and with a nod of encouragement, she moved on, the rest of the group following behind her like ducklings to the slaughter.

As the door of the hut closed, a dark figure emerged from the woodland that surrounded the main complex. Clad head to foot in black, skin-tight PVC, the raven-haired beauty uncoiled the bullwhip she carried loosely in her gloved hand and gave it an experimental crack. She’d been impressed by what she’d seen of Spike Blond so far…and she intended to see a whole lot more, before she flayed that delicious pale skin from his well-muscled body. Soon, very soon.

TBC


I know, I know……………evil. I resemble that remark.

*CUT TO: Catwoman like figure outlined in silhouette against a crimson background, plumes of smoke rising up around her as she stands, legs apart and hand on hip. Her other hand grasps a bullwhip which she cracks viciously then purrs …. “What can I say, baby…….. You’ve always been bad” Spike Blond voiceover “Oh, but I can be soooo good, baby.” Screen fogs; sounds of battle mingling with ‘aahs’ and ‘oohs’ and soft laughter.

Doo . doo. Dooooooooooooooooooo. Doo. Doo. Doooooooooooooooooooo. DOOOO TOOOO DOOOO.

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CHAPTER SEVEN


Buffy returned to HQ before her eight hours’ mandatory downtime was completed, figuring W would cut her some slack, given the circumstances. She’d managed a couple of hours’ restless sleep and had woken to find her limbs trapped in tangled bed sheets. The linen was fresh from the laundry but how she wished she hadn’t stripped the bed after William had left for the mission. It would have been soothing to have his scent surrounding her, in their bed. She was, however, wearing one of his black tees and the fabric was imbued with that essence of Spike that spoke to her on a fundamental and primitive level. She had buried her face in the cloth, taking deep breaths to calm herself before stripping it reverently from her body, laying it on the pillow with a lingering stroke, and then heading for the shower.

Now she was apprehensively entering HQ, unsure of what she’d find there. She didn’t think anything bad had happened to William, as her bite wasn’t doing the “red alert” thing. But still, something was off; why else was Miss Twitchy showing up instead of the Miss Efficiency she usually was? This whole two-bodies; one-will thing took some getting used to. Like driving with one person pressing the gas and the other turning the wheel – tricky.

Buffy slipped behind the counter of the Magic Box and logged on to the network. She could see from the monitors that the control room was almost deserted and heaved a sigh of relief. If there were any concerns, the room would be bursting at the seams. Selecting an alternate view, she discovered W was not at her desk and a momentary panic assailed her. Where was she? Why wasn’t she waiting, ready in case of emergency? Recognising the overreaction for what it was, Buffy took a deep breath. God, she wasn’t usually this hyper. She hoped William realised what she was going through, stuck here whilst he was doing who knows what with Faith Layer.

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Spike hung his head in frustration as the door to the hut shut behind him. He had never wanted a mission to be over as much as he did right now. Looking up, he was faced with the nightmare of Layer striding through the seductively lit interior, shedding clothing in her wake. Tossing him a look over her shoulder, she grinned insanely and laughed to him, “Alone at last, darling! Wanna scrub my back?”

Spike groaned; he hoped Buffy realised what he was going through, stuck in a cheap bordello with a maniac.

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Buffy felt William’s growing desperation through the bite-link; her pulse quickened and her breathing hitched as she clapped a hand to her neck. Here comes the panic again! The feeling remained at that level, however, and slowly she calmed herself from DefCon3 to Yellow Alert.
‘Hey, I can still do that… control ki!’ Buffy had dropped taekwondo after high school and had rarely thought of it since – must still be in there somewhere. Shaking her head and chuckling to herself, she softly spoke out loud. “Pull yourself together, Buffy. Your man’s just doing his job – he’s got to be a little freaked, battling evil. Chill, girl – he’ll soon be back loving and kissing you ‘til you’re all trembly. Now get with the typing!”

After inputting parameters for 00666’s mission, Buffy exited the system, pushed back her chair and gave her bite mark another caress. She couldn’t stop touching the wound; her tangible reminder that dreams really do come true. God, she sounded like an advert for Disneyworld! At the moment it was the only link she had with her lover and she was grateful for anything she could get.

Musing to herself as she organised the paperwork for the regular morning briefing, she froze, her outstretched hand hovering above the desk. Her mom! In all the months she’d been with William she hadn’t once thought to tell her mother about the relationship – and to all intents and purposes her eldest daughter had been wedded and bedded. Oh boy, what an explanation that would be – ‘Hey mom, this is my… husband, William. The wedding? Well, it was sort of…. *a night of unparalleled passion during which I learned the meaning of multiple orgasms, had ivory fangs buried deep within my neck and a cool mouth suckling my lifeblood, dehydrated to a dangerous level and uttered words I don’t even know how to spell; then I drank deep of a demon’s blood and relished the salty, ferric taste on my tongue as I arched against him in the orgasm of the century and hey presto! Mrs Demon!*

Hmm; maybe not. The introduction would be tricky, too – ‘Hey mom, this is the love of my life, William; he’s dead – well, un-dead. He’s got spectacular goods in the trouser department, his tongue is so long it should have its own zip code and he can go all night like a steam train in a tunnel. Oh, and he’s a vampire. Give him a hug!’ Definitely something to be put off for another day.

W’s voice over the intercom jostled her from her reverie.

“Summerpenny. Glad to see you’re back with us. Join me in Briefing Room A.”

“Will do, W,” Buffy replied, checking her appearance in her compact mirror. She grabbed the files she needed and walked briskly to join her colleagues. Buffy felt another tingle and slowed her pace; after a moment she continued, telling herself she had to get used to these small changes during his absence. Or she would go mad.

It was obvious as she hit the briefing room that there was some excitement afoot. The entire station staff was assembled and the room hummed with activity. W barely glanced up as she stepped through the doorway. Head down, studying a map and diagram, she addressed Buffy in even, emotionless tones, gesturing to sections of the map with a cheroot-laden hand. “Summerpenny, it appears there’s a complication regarding Layer. I need you to pull her dossier – she’s not quite what she seems.”

“What a surprise,” Summerpenny muttered.

“Sorry?”

“Nothing W. I’ll get to it at once.”

“Miss Layer may have been slipping us a Mickey Finn.”

At Buffy’s puzzled look W continued. “Her history goes no further back than four years ago. As she was on research until she requested an active role for this mission, it’s only just come to light. If I was a betting woman, I’d say it’s all been working towards this particular mission. She must have known that once activated as a field agent she’d be discovered. It would appear her target is Blond.”

Buffy’s face blanched, her legs no longer able to support her. As she fell backwards against the edge of the desk, W grabbed her arm.

“Summerpenny? Are you alright?”

Buffy’s ears were full of buzzing and her heart pounding in her chest; she was drowning. Gasping for breath, she closed her eyes to concentrate. Finally looking up, W’s steely glare brought her back to earth.

“Sorry, W. Just a bit of a shock you know – hearing that the man you love is in the claws of an evil bitchwoman from hell kinda takes your breath away.”

W was stunned at Summerpenny’s outburst. Her face showed it.

“Erm – I’ll just go and pull that file, W.” Buffy winced inwardly as she slunk away to the file room. God knows where that came from – she’d never even looked at W in a disrespectful way before. Maybe she’d got more of Spike than she bargained for with the bite. Yeah, that’s what it must be – Spikespeak.

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Head in his hands, Spike tried to block out the sound of Layer in the shower as she murdered “Lady Marmalade” with a voice that could shatter concrete. When it was obvious she would be in there for a while, he silently rose to his feet and took the opportunity to search through her belongings. Noiselessly entering the horror of the heart-shaped bedroom that dominated the hut, he went straight to the shoes she’d been wearing and clicked open the secret compartment that concealed the transmitter. It was standard issue, MI13 style, and no markings identifying anything other. Clever, Miss Layer – but not clever enough. It was only a matter of time before he worked out what she was up to.

Swiftly, he checked through her other things. She had very little of her own, most of her wardrobe had been issued by HQ at G’s request so nothing was revealed by his trawl. No matter, he would have his proof soon. He suspected she was working with S.T.A.K.E. – she was obviously insanely sure of herself and that was a sure mark of a S.T.A.K.E. agent. He’d bet his un-life on it.

As the shower cut off, he exited the bedroom quietly, getting as far away from the potentially naked body of the cackling brunette as he could. His skin crawled at the thought of having to share a room with that woman, never mind a bed. The shudder of revulsion went right down from his neck to his toes. He didn’t think he could be more freaked than he was at that moment. He was wrong.

Layer swept out of the bedroom doorway wrapped in a pink fluffy towel, her hair dripping wet and swept up on top of her head in what she no doubt thought of as a seductive fashion. “William, William – what am I to do with you, darling? You haven’t even unpacked. Come now – off with those clothes and into the shower with you.”

Spike stared at her, mouth agape. Good lord, she intended to go through with the whole bloody charade even in private. She was insane! Thankfully, he was not.

As she started inching her way towards him, hands holding the towel together across her chest, she swished her hips suggestively and started humming “Lady Marmalade” softly. Spike’s eyes widened in horror as she sang out “Creole Lady Marmalade” and dropped the towel. Instinctively he backed away from her approaching naked form, feeling behind him for the door handle. Reaching his goal, he yanked the door open and backed out. He didn’t get far. In a split second his neck was gripped from behind by a black-gloved hand and he could feel warm breath tickle his ear as the owner of the hand chuckled against his skin.

“Oh dear, Faith,” the rich female voice spoke across his shoulder “having trouble keeping your man…again? Need a hand restraining him?”

Faith Layer stood unashamedly naked, hands on her hips and an amused glint playing across her face. “I was doing just fine, Miss Fellator – you tend to your own man-toys and let me play with mine.”

“Kat, please, Faithy – we can’t stand on ceremony now can we? Not when we’ve got such a tempting titbit to share.”

Spike was taking it all in; obviously the two females were known to each other and not in a best pals way. Maybe he could use that to play them off one against the other. If only he could summon up that Spike Blond charm he was famous for.

“I thought I made it clear...Kat. Not sharing, not this one. You broke the last toy we shared before I’d even got the wrapper off. Not fair. I want to play.”

“Well, you’ll have to wait. Grand Master Bates sent me to fetch your toy. He’s anxious to meet the famous Mr Blond and see exactly what all the fuss is about.”

Pouting, Faith Layer whined out, “But I was just about to find out what all the fuss was about when you interrupted my game!”

Now Spike knew who he was dealing with. Master Bates was the faceless despot of S.T.A.K.E., renowned for his cruelty and fixation on fluffy white cats with questionable hygiene. Ah well; at least he would be the first MI13 agent to see his face. Even if it may be the last thing he saw.

‘Get a grip, Spike,’ he thought. ‘Where the hell did that come from?’ He never gave up without a fight; no matter how hopeless the situation he always managed to pull off a brilliant escape. As he concentrated he could sense Buffy’s agitation, her feelings of helplessness, and that feeling was coming through the link. Not now, he didn’t have time. But it did give him the impetus to get back on track and assess the situation. He had to get free and back to Buffy, to lie within her warm arms…and warmer legs.

The jerk of the hand around his neck jolted him back to his current predicament. Finally, he was released and pushed forwards into the room, the door being shut behind his as yet unseen assailant. Turning quickly and taking up a defensive stance, he was momentarily stunned to see a lithe figure clad head to foot in skin-tight black PVC. Her hair was raven-black, long and sleek; the suit was slit in the front down to her navel revealing pert breasts and toned abs. The well-muscled legs finished in spike-heeled boots, which could no doubt deliver a vicious kick if the lady behind the heels was so minded.

Spike smirked, “Nice paintwork.”

Slapping the bullwhip against her boot, she appraised the vampire at close range. “Well aren’t you just…delicious!” she drawled.

“Yes, I’m a nummy treat. What’s it to you, love?”

“Yes, Kat – what is it to you?” snapped Faith “I thought you got the message that this was a meal-for-one deal.”

“Listen girls, flattered as I am – what’s with all this food fixation? Not getting enough vitamins? Need a boost? I could probably satisfy your… protein requirements.” He affixed the trademark Spike Blond smirk to his words for added effect.

At the flicker of interest he spotted in Kat’s eyes, and the indrawn breath from Faith behind him, he considered his options. Faith Layer he could handle on his own, he was sure of it; but this new player was tricky. He would resort to his tried and tested sexual innuendo attack to keep them off centre, then when they were all gooey and helpless he’d move in for the kill, or the stun. Never failed.

At the crack of the whip wrapping itself round his legs and dragging him to the floor, he amended that thought. ‘Good plan, Spike. Make that never usually failed.’

Suddenly, the Kat-Woman was astride his hips and instead of the whip, she was gripping a pair of devilishly sharp blades, martial art sais, one in each hand. Faith gave a little jump of glee then skipped round to stand at Spike’s outstretched left hand; she was still naked and still turning his stomach.

“Oh, I so want to see your lily-white ass smeared all over this hut,” she cackled.

“Well, well, wifey dear, you’ve changed your tune. Have to say I’m surprised you threw the towel in so soon -- but then you can’t win them all. Or should that be any? Miss Fellator here seems to know how to make a connection. She your superior in all areas, then?”

“Think you’re something don’t you? Nobody does it half as good as you, baby you’re the best,” Faith spat at him. “Think you’re the best now, do you? We’re gonna take pleasure in guttin’ you… boy!”

“Too late. Your singing’s already done that.”

Snarling with rage, Faith launched her nude form at him, a biting and scratching banshee. Just what Spike was waiting for, one expert chop to the side of her neck and he was able to push her away, her unconscious body collapsing against the far wall. The whole while, Kat rocked backwards and forwards on his hips, eyes glinting and licking her lips with excitement, the twin knives glistening as she clashed the blades together in a metallic cacophony.

Now was his chance to overcome the nubile woman gyrating on his groin. Of course, pre-Buffy he would have played the scene for all it was worth before trying to extricate himself but now…he just wanted out.

Sitting up sharply, suddenly the roles were reversed – the assassin flat out on her back, the vampire above her supported on his arms and staring menacingly down on her.

“Enough foreplay don’t you think” he growled at her before vamping out and bending his fangs to her neck. He stopped mid-lunge as excruciating pain lanced his body.

“Oh, not nearly enough, pretty man. I want to carve my name into your flesh and make you scream for mercy. I’ve already made a start…”

Kat twisted the knife she had rammed in his gut and grinned at the gush of blood staining her hand and PVC cleavage crimson. She was all about the suffering and the sex being hand in hand and this was really getting her hot. Flipping him so that he was laying flat again, pain etched on his face, she straddled his hips wriggling seductively. With one knife still buried in his abdomen, she stroked the other down the side of his face, following its path with her tongue. Spike was too dazed to move; the sudden blood loss had him temporarily incapacitated.

“What’s the matter, lover?” she whispered in his ear, nipping his earlobe with sharp teeth and drawing yet more blood with her bite. “I know how much you love this; you’re a vampire – this is what you do. I have a very good friend – a mutual acquaintance you might say - who taught me all I know. Dru sends her best and asked me to give you this….”

Kat sucked his full bottom lip into her moist mouth and bit down hard again as she rocked against him. Another vicious twist of the knife caused Spike to roar with pain. This couldn’t kill him but it hurt like bloody hell. And yes – there’d been a time when this would have been the precursor to hard, violent sex and slaughter lasting nights at a time. But that was before – before Tara had been turned by Angelus; before he fell in love with Buffy. Now it just sickened him.

The thought of his pure soulmate and the contrast with this spawn of evil gave Spike a sudden surge of strength. In a blur of movement he had an iron grip on the wrist with the knife in one hand and her throat with the other.

Fighting to breathe, Kat released his lip, her face all bloodied: she thrashed about, trying to get free from the constriction around her neck. As he crushed the bones of her wrist, the knife dropped to the floor with a clang. She clawed at his hands; eyes bulging with panic, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“Have a break. Have a kip, Kat,” snarled Blond.

Finally, she lost consciousness and Spike shoved her limp weight away, tumbled against the still body of the crazy double agent Layer. Wrenching the knife out of his belly, he sat up, dizzy from the loss of blood. He needed to get out of there; Kat had said he was to be taken to Master Bates. It wouldn’t be long before the goon squad descended on the hut when he wasn’t dragged in front of the Mighty Wanker in locks and chains. He had to replace the blood loss.

And lookee, lookee – two handy bite size snacks just lying about going to waste….

Quickly binding up his middle with a ripped sheet, he staggered over to Faith and sank his fangs into her neck draining her enough to keep her unconscious. He dearly wanted to leave her dead but he just couldn’t. Not like that. If she was coming at him, yeah fine if there was no other way. But not like this.

Dropping her down, he moved on to the other girl; grabbing her hair in his fist he exposed the pale column of her throat marbled with the imprint of his fingers and quickly pierced the skin, gulping down the warm blood that would renew his strength, heal him. Feeling the blood rocket through his body, he rested on his hands and knees a while, then as the miraculous fluid worked its magic he jumped up and headed to the bedroom.

Gathering together a bundle of dark clothes and the stash of G’s ‘specials’, Spike stuffed them into a rucksack and shrugged on a new black shirt and trousers. He retrieved the mission Communikit from the secret lining of his suitcase and stuffed that in the sack too. A couple of stakes, binoculars and a Walther PPK pistol followed. Guns. Never his weapon of choice – but he was alone in enemy territory and he had to take everything he could get.

Looking back to the unconscious women, he noted that they were breathing slowly but steadily and their heartbeats were getting stronger. He’d probably regret not finishing them off but that’s what set him apart from other beasts, other demons. He chose to go against his nature. He wasn’t a slave to his bloodlust, not anymore.

After gingerly checking the tightness of his bandages, he covered his platinum hair with a black balaclava and slipped out of the doorway into the rapidly falling dusk, disappearing into the undergrowth silently like the predator he was.

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Buffy pulled Layer’s dossier from the cabinet and was making her way back to W in the briefing room when she began to feel weirdly uneasy in her skin. First of all her throat felt constricted, like she couldn’t breathe. She shook it off and continued walking but the sensation lingered in the background. This was crazy! How on earth was she going to function if every time William was away from her she spent the whole separation spooked and emotional? W would be on her case, on top of everything else.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed open the door and strode towards W, who had her back to her looking at the large-scale map on the wall.

“Here’s Layer’s file, W.”

“Fine, Summerpenny. Please make sure everyone has a copy before we begin.”

“Of course, it’ll just take me a…”

The rest of the sentence was cut off by a spine-chilling scream as Buffy crumpled to the floor, papers and photographs drifting around her from the dropped file. Every other occupant of the room stopped mid-sentence as heads whipped round, searching for the source of the unearthly sound.

Buffy could only hug her knees to her chest, as white hot pain seared through her abdomen and left her panting for breath. She couldn’t vocalise the feeling despite W’s stooping form and barked questions. Shaking her head, she felt herself falling into oblivion, the room fading out. As she sank into the dark, she gasped out the one word… “William…”

TBC


Before anyone wants to stake me, I had to get him to suffer a bit so that the link would be so harsh on Buffy. You do want a Spuffy reunion, don’t you? Well so do I – and it’s coming so settle down. And I had to have the traditional (with a twist) Bond female villains now, didn’t I? *rolls eyes at self*


*FADE TO :

*silhouetted figure of a naked woman, brandishing two martial arts knives as she moves in a sort of tai-chi way, long hair flowing behind her. A growl off screen then a silhouette of a man, an open mouth, fangs long and dripping blood. The woman spins but the man grasps her, forcing the knives to bounce to the floor as he sinks his teeth into her neck. Sounds of gulping, groaning and whispers of pleasure.

VOICEOVER –“ sorry to eat and run, darling but I must get on…..it’s a jungle out there………………..”

Body of woman slumps to floor as the man slinks away into silhouette of thick foliage*

DOO.DOO.DOOOOOOOOOOO.DOO.DOO.DOOOOOOOOOOO.DOO.DOO.DOO.DOO.DOO.DOO.DOO.DOO…………………………

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CHAPTER EIGHT


Buffy came round to find herself on the couch in W’s office, her boss pacing the rug in front of her, smoking and carrying a glass of... was that vodka and coke? What happened?

“Summerpenny? How are you feeling? Here, drink this.”

It was vodka and coke, make that coke and vodka, as Buffy found out when she downed a healthy mouthful. Coughing and choking she jerked upright, spitting the dark liquid all down her front and onto the pale carpet.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, dabbing at the mess. “What happened, W? Did I pass out? WILLIAM! It’s William – W, something terrible happened to him, he’s hurt. I have to go to him.”

Buffy sprang to her feet, her head swimming from the gulp of vodka she’d had on top of her fainting fit. W steadied her, laying a restraining hand on her arm as she tried to leave the room.

“Be sensible, Buffy. 00666 is our best agent; if he is in trouble…well, what could you do?”

“Well I can’t just sit here! I’ve had the training, know the moves. W, I’m a black belt in karate, jujitsu, tae kwondo. I’ve been studying martial arts since I was three years old! You know I can handle myself. Check my records; I aced all the physicals when I first joined. I have to go! I can feel his agony…it’s killing me…”

Buffy’s raised voice tailed off at the end as she fingered the bite mark on her neck. Drawing in a breath, it hitched in her throat as her face crumpled, tears falling from her limpid green eyes.

“Please, W. You have to let me try. The nearer I get to him, the more we share through the link. I can find him, I have to find him. At least let me go with someone else, a retrieval unit or something.”

W walked round to the back of her desk and slowly sat down. Leaning forwards, she steepled her hands together and rested her chin on top of them. She was torn. William knew the risks, he was a double-0 agent; this particular mission was always one without backup. All usual search and retrieve directives were withdrawn on orders from HM Government, something to do with trade agreements. She hadn’t questioned beyond that, just obeyed orders as all agents did.

But now, looking over at the anguished face of her PA as she begged to go and risk her own life to save her best agent, she couldn’t justify the reason. Truth be told, despite W’s icy exterior and detached manner, the bleached blond vampire had sneaked in under the razor-sharp wire protecting her emotions and was firmly ensconced in her “those I care about” camp. Of course, the fact that she was wining and dining his sister may have reinforced that opinion.

Breathing in deeply, she made a decision. To hell with regulations – she wasn’t about to let the most breathtaking individual she’d ever met vanish without a fight. No; consequences be damned, she’d think about that another time.

Buffy didn’t take her eyes off W, praying that her boss would just give her the opportunity to get near to her lover. Nothing showed on W’s face, no emotion. Heartless bitch! God help anyone who tried to get close to her, they’d probably freeze before getting within a foot. Buffy always thought that W was a professional, detached and cold, but she’d never thought of her as cruel. Well, this was it. If she walked out of this room without W’s support, she was going anyway, and fuck the service too! She was done.

W dropped her hands to rest on the desktop, still laced together. Two sets of green eyes burned across the room as they met.

Buffy’s jaw dropped when W spoke, “How soon can you be ready to leave?”

Gathering her wits, Buffy replied “NOW! I’m ready now…I don’t need anything; I just need to go to him…”

She was completely floored, and humbled. She had utterly misjudged W and felt ashamed of her earlier thoughts. She was human after all. Who’d have guessed that Wireknickers Willow had a heart of mush below the ice?

Getting to her feet, W surprised her even further. “You’re not going alone, Buffy. There’ll be a retrieval team of four including you…and me.”

“You?” Buffy almost squealed. “You’re coming, too?”

The red-haired Commander In Chief laughed at Buffy’s incredulous look. “Yes, Buffy. You don’t think I got this job because of my looks do you? I designed most of the training procedures you went through and I’m as fully trained as you are. Also I’m due leave. Don’t be mistaken. This is not a mission that will be sanctioned by MI13; it’s completely off the record, volunteers only. I’ll ask, discreetly, for two others to accompany us. The jet will be at my disposal as I set off for my well deserved vacation – a little detour won’t hurt, and the pilot owes me a favour.”

Buffy was stunned; she looked it. Her eyes were round as saucers as she stared unblinking at her boss. Remembering to breathe, she let out a soft, “Wow.”

W chuckled. “It’s got to be better than two weeks R&R with the Head of Research, which was my actual vacation plan. This sounds like much more fun. Come on; let’s go clue G in on the subterfuge and see what he can let us have as going away presents.”

Buffy followed the redhead out of the door, shaking her head in wonder. Boy she’d been beyond wrong about her. Any more surprises to come?

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Surprises there were aplenty. As W and Buffy entered G’s workspace, all activity ceased. It was very rare for the boss to venture this far inside the building, to the machinery that made it hum. She had daily contact with G, of course, but mostly in the form of e-mails or reports. So the fact that she’d walked down the corridor and braved scanners and security measures spoke volumes to the gadget meister. Something was most definitely up.

Dismissing his assistant, G cleared an area on his workbench so that he could lean back against it as W sat down gingerly on his ancient leather swivel chair. It squeaked alarmingly as she settled back and crossed her legs, revealing slim ankles and designer shoes. The flick of her lighter as she lit her ever-present cheroot illuminated the dim corner of the room. G’s work area was stuck away behind the door and seemed chaotic and disorganised in comparison to the sleek and modern test section. Buffy stood off to one side, almost bursting with her need to move, to get to William. She was moving her weight from foot to foot, restlessly rubbing at the bite mark on her neck, and was giving off vibes of impatience that managed to penetrate even G’s usually oblivious fog.

“Aaah, W, not that I’m unhappy to see you here, but why are you here? And why’s Summerpenny so edgy?”

W blew out a thin stream of smoke, her left hand cradling her right elbow as she held up the cheroot. She smiled enigmatically and quirked her eyebrow toward the back office, a silent request to move to somewhere more private. Buffy caught on immediately and virtually ran to the haven of the room, turning impatiently when W and G didn’t move as fast as she wanted. She wanted to scream at them, but instead clasped her hands together, wringing them nervously. Eventually all three of them were in the tiny corner room, the door closed and the blind drawn down. W spoke softly, outlining her plan.

“You want to do what?” hissed G, removing his glasses and running a hand through his hair. “Are you insane?”

“Au contraire, old chap. I think I’ve come to my senses. It was insane of HQ to consider sending in our best agent and abandoning him to S.T.A.K.E. In the words of the blond devil himself - ‘bugger that’. I’ve invested too much time and resources to throw him to the wolves just because of their precious trade agreements.”

G sat down heavily on the easy chair against the wall. Glancing up at Buffy, he replaced his glasses. “I suppose this was your idea, Summerpenny?”

“I can’t leave him there, G. He’s in pain, I can feel it.”

G looked at Buffy then W then back to Buffy. “How exactly can you ‘feel’ it? He’s completely without communication devices that work from the island and as far as I know he isn’t an adept at ESP.” G chuckled at his own feeble joke. Getting no response, he cleared his throat and continued.

“Yes, well. Ahem. Maybe you could fill me in on the latest?”

Buffy didn’t know where to begin. W did it for her. “It appears that Miss Summerpenny and Mr Blond are karmicly linked. She feels strong emotions emanating from him – pain, pleasure, that sort of thing. She felt just such intense pain earlier when she collapsed on the floor of the briefing room. It’s clear he’s in deep trouble, G.”

“How on earth is that link achieved? I only ask because it could be invaluable for future missions.”

Silence. Uncomfortable shuffling.

“He bit her, she bit him.”

“Oh! I see. Erm, and that’s it? That’s all it takes? Hmm; do you think Blond would be willing to do that again for the next...”

“NO! He bloody well would not be willing!”

G was completely flummoxed now, floundering about for a safe haven in which to moor his drifting mind.

“But…it would be for the good of the service…..surely a little sacrifice…”

“NO, G! Just forget it, alright?”

W took pity on him, the sight of him owlishly blinking behind his spectacles proof that he had absolutely no clue as to why Buffy was so vehement in her objections. Biting her lip to stifle a giggle, she got up and leaned in close to his ear. G blushed from his hair downwards, casting horrified looks Buffy’s way.

“Ahem, yes…of course……..that would be most…….inappropriate. Ahem.”

Buffy was not happy. Just the thought of William being that intimate with anyone else brought forth thoughts so violent they shocked her. She glared at G, her eyes venomous and narrowed.

“No biting. Am I clear?”

“Crystal. I totally understand.”

“Ok. Then can we move on? I need to get to William now!”

W outlined her plan. The pilot would be putty in her hands and the time off they needed was just a matter of a couple of e-mails to Personnel. Equipment wise, they needed some assistance from G’s bag of tricks and were still short two volunteers.

“Make that one volunteer, W.”

“G, I couldn’t ask you to do this. If it works out…well, we’ll probably be able to lose the details in the report; but if it blows up in our faces…it’s the end of the road. You’ve too much to lose.”

“Nonsense! It’s high time I got out of this place; I’m starting to look like a crusty old man and there’s years left in me yet. About time I let Ripper out to play.”

“Ripper?” queried Buffy. W and G exchanged a look. The redhead was well aware of G’s chaotic past but not many other people in the service knew that in his youth, G was quite the tearaway. No, not tearaway – psychotic juvenile delinquent with a penchant for the dark arts more like. It would be difficult to guess that now looking at his usual apparel; more Zimmer than Ripper!

W answered Buffy’s query, sort of. “Suffice to say, Summerpenny, that G here may look like mild mannered Clark Kent but in reality he’s more Superman on speed. Trust me; if you need someone to watch your back, he’s your man.”

Surprises. That’s the thing about them; they’re always unexpected.

Buffy blinked. “If you say so, W. Okay, we’ve got us two and G. Can we go now? Please? I feel like my gut’s on fire, my head’s pounding and I want to kill something. I need to be there.”

W and G exchanged another glance, W nodding slightly to the gadget man. “When can you be ready, G?”

“Well, let’s see. Give me an hour and I’ll have everything packed up. I’ll need to grab some equipment from the beta testing suite, a few tricks that might come in useful. Any special requests?”

“Some frigging huge knives!”

Buffy clapped her hand over her mouth in horror. A beat and then W breathed, “What she said.”

Leaving G to gather his tools, W and Buffy headed off to recruit the next likely candidate for the near-hopeless mission.

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“W!” Buffy hissed; “where are we going?”

“To see a friend. Don’t worry. It’ll be fine, I promise.”

Buffy was walking alongside her flame-haired boss and stealing glances sidelong at her. She’d never seen this side of the woman before. She looked younger, softer somehow. It occurred to Buffy that W was the same age as her. She usually thought of her as older and wiser but in reality it was probable that they graduated at the same time. No doubt she was fast-tracked to management when she joined. She was brilliant, good with computers and had access to magic: useful skills in this job. Strange to think that W probably went through the same boy-band crushes at the same time she did.

They’d left the Magic Box by the rear door and were on their way to W’s SUV in the underground garage. W had informed the desk that she was taking her leave of absence early and the Summerpenny had a family emergency to attend to. By the time everything filtered through to Personnel and back to HQ in London they’d be well gone and there’d be little that could be done to stop them. W suspected that it wouldn’t take much figuring out as to where they’d be. Her heated defence of Mr Blond on the occasions when his unorthodox methods had caused the suits in charge to choke on their foie gras had raised more than a few eyebrows. Well, in his words, ‘sod ‘em’.

Zooming out from the darkness of the garage, dark glasses covering her eyes, W’s face bore an unfamiliar grin as she revelled in the unaccustomed freedom she felt. The vehicle bounced over the last lip of the ramp, crashing down heavily on its suspension before speeding off. A fly on the window would have seen Buffy Summerpenny gripping the dashboard for dear life and gulping nervously.

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The SUV pulled into the parking area of a building not unfamiliar to Buffy. She looked round at W in shock.

“Please don’t tell me we’re here to see who I think we’re here to see.”

“Summerpenny, didn’t I tell you to trust me? He’s the best agent we have after Blond. And he owes him, remember? He’s ideal.”

“But William would hate to be ‘rescued’ by him. They’re not bosom buddies you know. Isn’t there someone else?” Buffy was almost whining.

W engaged the parking brake and turned off the engine. “No, Buffy. There isn’t. Agent 0013 is our best bet at getting Blond back in one piece. Now move your tush.”

Buffy rubbed her hands over her tired eyes. She hated that she had to ask this man for a favour. He would be gloating about it for years. But W was probably right. William and he had a history of rivalry and there’d been a time when agent 0013 wouldn’t have made it back from a disastrous mission without William’s quick-thinking and vampire speed reaction. Maybe that would be enough to tempt him to help. She unbuckled her seatbelt and followed W into the building.


Buffy stood nervously behind W as she rang the doorbell. It galled her to have to ask for help at the best of times, and right now it made her sick to her stomach. After what seemed an eternity the door opened to reveal the towel clad form of Xander Harris leaning nonchalantly against the doorjamb, hair ruffled, black patch rakishly over his damaged eye.

“Well, well. To what do I owe this pleasure, W? You don’t usually make house calls…I’m a little…busy…just now.”

The accented voice that called out from behind him left them in no doubt as to what he was busy with.

“Darlink…ven are you coming back to bed……you promised me so many orgasms and I’m only up to five…..hardly plural…come to me, my little shashlik…”

Buffy peeped from behind W to see who the voice belonged to, her face a mask of disgust. Harris smiled widely as he spotted the petite blonde in his hallway.

“Buffy Summerpenny! I thought you’d never accept my invitation – come on in. I just need to do some…tidying…before I can entertain you properly.”

Buffy grimaced, suppressing an “ew”. Harris never seemed to give up. He’d been asking her out since she joined the service and she’d turned him down every time. At first she’d been grateful for his proffered friendship and had been happy to join him for coffee at the Espresso Pump during her breaks. But it soon became clear that he wanted more than friendship and that was never on her agenda. When she’d politely advised him that she thought of him as a friend only, he’d stropped about like a teenager and hadn’t spoken to her properly since, except to throw sarcastic comments in her direction along the lines of “Little Miss Icebox” and “thawed out those panties yet, Summerpenny?” She could barely stand to be in the same room as him.

W swept into the apartment past the semi-naked spy and Buffy followed her, determinedly ‘eyes front’. The last thing she wanted to see was Xander-flesh, thank you very much. The door clicked shut behind them as they entered the living area. Buffy looked up as she spotted scarlet toe-nailed feet come into her line of vision. Standing in front of her was a woman, naked except for a black velvet ribbon at her throat, hands on hips, entirely unashamed at her nudity. The owner of the mystery voice, no doubt.

“Xander, vat is going on here? Are ve playing another game, because I told you…….no more peoples unless it’s more boys zan girls…….or Michelle from ze American Pie.”

W raised a quizzical eyebrow, turning her green-eyed gaze on Mr Harris.

“W, Buffy – I’d like you to meet Miss Anyanka Jenkinskovitch. She’s an attaché with the Russian Consulate. I’ve been showing her the ropes.”

“Oh, and the chains also……….he’s quite an adventurous leetle babnik, aren’t you Xanderkins?”

“Anya – don’t you have to go to that meeting now? Let me help you.”

As he ushered the nymphet back into the bedroom, he flashed an apologetic yet slightly smug grin at W and Buffy before closing the bedroom door.

W sat down on the cream leather couch, lighting another cheroot and inhaling deeply. Buffy remained standing, pacing to show her impatience.

“W, I’m not sure this is such a good idea. I mean look at him? He’s a fool; he has no discipline, plus he gives me the creeps. There must be someone else. Let’s go, before he comes back.”

“Relax, Buffy. He’s the right man for the job. He can’t follow orders and he takes insane risks. He’s exactly what we’re looking for. And the fact that it’s Blond – he’ll lap it up. Trust me. Now sit; you’re making me dizzy.”

Buffy sat, heavily, crossing her arms and pouting. Eventually, after some very dubious sounds had drifted through the closed door, it opened to reveal a flushed and radiant Anyanka, swathed in white furs, and a smug and fully clothed Xander Harris. Briskly, he escorted the Russian to the door, his promise to call her following her departing back.

“So, W. What does bring you here?”

Quickly, W outlined the problem. Before she got to the bit where she asked him for his help, Xander fell about laughing.

“Oh man! This is too much! Super Spy finally met his match, huh? So now poor little William needs to be rescued before he gets a boo-boo? This is just great. Hey, count me in, whatever you need. I wouldn’t miss seeing him all needy for all the coconuts in Cambodia!”

He was unprepared for the hellcat that jumped him, knocking him to the floor and snarling as she gripped him round his throat. W sprang to her feet as Summerpenny spat angrily at the decked spy.

“Let’s get this straight, Harris. I don’t need any help from you. William doesn’t need any help from you. I despise you. I’d like to see your throat ripped out and your bloody cream couch made red with your life-blood. Don’t push me.”

Xander Harris was floored in more ways than one. What the hell had come over shrinking violet Buffy Summers? Was she possessed?

“Is she possessed?” he asked W.

“Not quite, Harris. Let’s just say that Summerpenny and Blond have a link that seems to imbue them both with some of each other’s attributes. It appears that Buffy here may be feeling his anger and frustration, and you were in the way.”

“Oh. Right. Well, I’ll play nice then. Erm, Buffy? Could you get off of me?”

Buffy snarled at him, leaving him in no doubt that any further teasing would leave him maimed. When she thought she’d made her point, she got up, offering him her hand. He took it warily and got to his feet.

“So, we’re all set then. Harris, be at the airfield in 45 minutes. Minimal kit – just standard retrieval. We can’t afford to be overloaded. We’ll be parachuting in so bear that in mind. Come Buffy. We need to collect our own gear.”

Shooting a parting venomous glare at Harris, Buffy followed W out of the apartment and back to the SUV.

“Oh this is going to be fun…yeah, right,” Xander whispered to himself, fingering his bruised neck.

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Spike Blond had finally settled down to rest for a couple of hours. Since he’d left the hut he’d been familiarising himself with the jungle surrounding the compound. It was very dense, the overhead foliage sufficiently interwoven to allow him protection from the sun during the daylight hours. As he made a mental inventory of his arsenal he remembered that he was still wearing the gossamer-thin sheath over his skin that G assured him would allow some sun exposure without the whole spontaneous combustion thing.

He’d set traps fashioned from vines and branches to alert him of anyone approaching before they got too close for him to escape. His present vantage point allowed him to view almost 360 degrees as he’d climbed about 20 feet up into a sprawling tree of unknown genus. There was a natural cradle concealed by the large, waxen leaves in which he’d bedded down. It wasn’t silk sheets and down comforters, but it would do until he formulated a plan. He couldn’t rely on a rescue team since he’d agreed to the mission on those terms; he could only rely upon himself, fists and fangs. Back to the good old days when rending and ripping was his main joy and raison d’être.

Drifting off into sleep he held to the mental image he had of his love, back in Sunnydale, her glorious blonde locks and simmering green eyes making his lips curl into a smile even as he slept.

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They’d finally got on board the jet, the pilot not even batting an eyelid as W asked him to file a false flight plan. She gave him the correct coordinates of the island where he had recently dropped Spike Blond and Faith Layer and he smiled knowingly, nodding his consent to be a part of the rebellion.

There’d been no untoward happenings so far; it was just a matter of waiting until they arrived then hopefully Buffy’s link with William would give them a heads up on what to do next.

With nothing else to be done, and the events of the past few days catching up with her, Buffy had retired to the bedroom, which still held a lingering scent of William’s cologne, and was now deep in sleep.

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Spike Blond murmured in his sleep; “that’s right, kitten……mmmm, lower, harder……”

*Buffy was nibbling at his pale flesh, biting hard enough to bruise but not to break the skin. She’d started on his left ear-lobe, licking at first and sucking it into her hot little mouth until he’d begged her to touch him. She’d smirked at him, shaking her head and darting her tongue out to lick her lips as she moved further down his body. His neck was stretched out, the cords at the side standing out against the smoothness of his skin. She mouthed down along their length, running her teeth along nipping and licking as she slid across to the swell of his shoulder. Her bare nipples burned a path along his chest as she rubbed against him. His cock ached to feel her warmth but she arched away from his bucking groin, standing up from the bed to look at the form of her vampire lover as he writhed and pulled at the chains binding his hands and feet to the bedposts.*

Buffy was sighing with pleasure as she dreamed of William, her body writhing on the bed in ecstasy as she became aroused.

Spike was bucking his hips in his sleep as he ached to get some release for his painful erection.

Both were panting, unknowingly synchronised, as the jet got closer and closer to the island.

*Spike almost begged as Buffy brought her mouth near to his cock, blowing gently on the tip as it bobbed in front of her face. Still she refused to touch him! She turned her back to him and straddled his torso, her butt jiggling in front of his face, just out of reach. She bent over so that her breasts brushed his thighs and he moaned as his tender cock briefly had the pleasure of skin on skin before she sat up and tossed her hair back to brush his face. The vixen glanced over her shoulder at his anguished face, laughing at the way he strained his hands against the chains. “Buffy! Bloody well get on with it…I’m dying here!” She placed her finger on her lips and shushed him. “Bad Spike! Now I’m going to have to make you pay a penalty….”

She leaned forwards again, inching backwards so that her ass was right in front of Spike’s face, the scent of her arousal driving him crazy and causing his mouth to water. “For being a bad boy, you need to wash me……because I’m dirty…..”

Spike needed no second asking; as she pressed herself further towards him he plunged his long, cool tongue deep inside her pussy, stabbing it in and out as she wriggled against his mouth. Her sounds of pleasure ricocheted off the walls as he brought her to the brink of orgasm and as he withdrew his pink weapon to flick at her clitoris she screamed his name, arching her back so she covered them with a curtain of blonde tresses. It was too much for him, he gave up pretending to be shackled and ripped the manacles from the bedposts with a resounding crack, throwing her forwards on her hands and knees as he raised himself to kneel between her thighs, kicking off the remains of the shattered chains from his ankles as he did so. With no warning he rammed his cock deep inside her body, the fluttering of her inner walls gripping him as he did so. He wasn’t in the mood for gentle – he wanted to possess her utterly, dominate her. He started up with a pounding rhythm as he kept one arm wrapped around her waist, the other fisted in the hair at the back of her neck as he forced her to submit to him. His demon gloried in the feeling, his vampire visage coming to the fore as he roared his pleasure.

Buffy pressed hard back against him as he thrust into her, little cries of pleasure falling from her lips as her greedy pussy engulfed the swollen length of him. “More; I want more,” she panted at him. Keeping up the torturous rhythm, he raised her upper body and lifted the hair away from her neck. As he bit down into her flesh, he snaked the hand around her torso down towards her mound and slipped his finger inside her moist folds to pinch her sensitised clit. Buffy erupted around his dick as she came again, fiercely, milking him as her muscles clenched without mercy. The iron grip of her channel and the ripples coursing through her tipped him over to spill spurts of cool, salty semen deep inside her warmth as he drank from her neck.

Slowly spiralling down from the heights of ecstasy, Spike collapsed forwards onto his woman’s limp and panting body, caressing her and wrapping her in the embrace of his arms, his legs, his lips.*

“Buffy, I love you…..” he whispered in his sleep, the damp patch on his trousers and coating his hand testament to how real the dream had been.

“I love you too…so much…” Buffy murmured, eyes still closed in slumber, as she settled down further into the mattress, the beat of her heart slowing as her thighs unclamped from around her sticky fingers.
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TBC

So our parted lovers are getting closer to each other; there’s only the little matter of an evil organisation to overthrow before the reunion. Piece of piss…………..

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Jungle soundtrack….crickets, squealing birds, creaking of trees…….black clad figure comes into view, swinging through the trees with ease. He drops easily to his knees, looking round for signs of danger before whipping off his balaclava to reveal mussed up peroxide hair, bright blue eyes filled with murderous intent. Rising to his feet, he slowly lights up a cigarette, inhaling deeply and blowing out the smoke………which miraculously reforms itself into the legend “Spike Blond – always a pleasure”

DOO – DOO – DOOOOOOOOOOOO; DOO – DOO – DOOOOOOOOOOOO; DOO DOO DOO……

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CHAPTER NINE

“We’re approaching the outer marker, W. Happy landing time!” The pilot’s voice over the intercom spurred the travellers into action. It had been ages since W and G had parachuted anywhere, and Buffy had only jumped a couple of times. In fact, the only person not nervously fiddling with parachute straps and double-checking the harness was Harris. He was leaning nonchalantly in the open doorway of the jet as it descended to optimum altitude for the drop.

When the engine noise deepened, Xander flashed a bright smile at the rest of them and stepped out of the hatch. G gave a silent ‘thumbs up’ signal and followed him. Buffy turned to W to say she would go next but before she could do so, the red-head hugged her and launched herself out of the ‘plane to start her freefall.

“Oh well, Buffy. Can’t miss the party,” she muttered as she tentatively peeked over the threshold before closing her eyes and leaping. The wind rushing past her face buffeted her cheeks and the black jumpsuit she was wearing, tugging at the small rucksack strapped to her front. The figures of G, W and Harris were below her as they proved that gravity was alive and well. Checking the dial on her wrist, Buffy figured another 6 seconds and she could pull the ripcord. She saw Xander’s parachute open, its black silk exotic against the clouds surrounding him. Next G and then W, jerked up and away from her as she continued falling. A final check, then she pulled the cord and joined them in the graceful spiralling towards the ocean.

As the most experienced parachutist, Harris was toting the bulk of their equipment, including the ingenious dinghy that G had supplied from the beta testing suite back at the Magic Box. It was minute and certainly didn’t look as though it would inflate to anything bigger than a beach ball. G had assured them however that they would be astounded when they saw it in action. He rarely disappointed; the man was a genius with a gadget.

They all splashed down safely, congregating around the rapidly inflating dinghy. Or wait; it had been there a second ago…wow. Buffy sank a little in the water as she forgot to swim, unable to believe what she was seeing … or not. One minute – bright orange PVC or some such – next, a gap in the horizon where the dinghy should be. Invisible? G had an invisible dinghy? Got to hand it to him – the man was a maestro, no mistake. When brains were being issued, he’d got supersize.

By the time she reached the vessel, the other participants in this crazy mission were already inside the covered dinghy and gleefully ridding themselves of their parachute gear to weight it down and dump overboard. W had already retrieved a cheroot from god knew where and lit up and G was passing round a hipflask; Buffy doubted it contained buttermilk. Didn’t stop her chugging a good swallow when it came her way, though. She still gagged, still stuck her tongue out and went “bleaaargh” – she didn’t mix well with alcohol. William always chuckled when she…

W noticed the anguished expression on Buffy’s face and squeezed her arm in sympathy.

“We’ll find him, Summerpenny. I promise you that we are not leaving here without him.” Her smile was gentle, her eyes earnest. Buffy believed her.

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Spike snapped awake from dead asleep in 0.1 seconds, vampire senses on overload with information – gender, numbers, species. He figured he had about two minutes to clear out of there. And then the hunt would begin…

Gathering his meagre kit together, he dropped the 20 feet to the floor and took off at a ground-eating run to disappear into the deep vegetation of the jungle. He glanced back as he hurtled along the densely packed floor, dodging hanging vines and overloaded branches as he ran. When he felt he’d put enough distance between himself and the immediate danger, he stopped, considering his options.

He couldn’t run forever, he knew that. And he was one against many – the odds weren’t good. Nobody was coming to his rescue; he had to rely on his own resources. This mission had always carried the highest risk; of all the times he’d donned Spike Blond’s persona, entered the lion’s den and come out the other side with the lion’s head under his arm, this time he wasn’t so sure it wouldn’t be the lion strutting about with a full belly. Ordinarily, it wouldn’t bother him. Hell, he’d been alive forever…well, technically not alive…but he’d go with the analogy. He held nothing back, threw everything into the pot – a gumbo of life as it were. But now a hot, sexy, smart and sassy blonde had overturned his entire existence, and she meant more to him than success of the mission, world peace, instant happiness. He would fight, fang and claw, to get back to his mate’s side.

The image he held in his head of his last view of her, sitting in W’s limousine, her eyes overflowing with unshed tears but still managing a beaming smile, urged him on. The dream he’d had where he felt her tongue upon him, her heat engulfing his straining cock, only served to whip him into a frenzy of survival. He would go home to her. Nothing could keep them apart. And strangely, as he made his mind up to veer left towards the coast, he did feel closer to her…as if she was nearer somehow. Must be the lack of blood.

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Buffy smiled; she could feel him. She’d had a momentary wiggins when they’d reached the shore and beached the miraculous inflatable; she’d thought that the nearer she was to him physically, the more intense the feelings would be. All she’d felt though was a resignation, an acceptance of kismet. It disturbed her; it wasn’t her William. But then, just now, she’d sensed an upsurge in his emotions; it shone like a beacon, pulsed at her jugular. Her lover was fighting, he wasn’t dust. Her emotions swamped her and she cried, fat droplets running down her pale face.

W cocked her head in silent question.

“He’s okay, W. He’s fighting. We’re not too late.”

The red head smiled in response, covering Buffy’s shaking hands with her own. She didn’t need to say anything; the relief was plain in her eyes. The Ice Bitch had melted so far as William was concerned and she was as determined as Buffy to bring him home.

“G. Any news on the chip? Can you get a fix?”

“Sorry W. There must be a dampening field around the island. The communication device itself isn’t active but there’s still a residual trace that I should be able to pick up…but sorry, nothing. It’s interesting, in any saline structure there’s always the…”

“G, man. Give it up. We don’t need Spies-R-Us 101; twiddle a dial, plug in a meter or something. Just find him.”

Buffy shot the spy an incredulous look, as he sounded almost concerned. Harris recovered quickly.

“I mean, the sooner we get to his undead ass, the sooner I can start telling him what a piece of piss it was rescuing him, and then doubting his masculinity,” he blustered, “I have needs, you know.”

Way to cover; Buffy gifted him with a small smile. Maybe he wasn’t the ass he came across as. Xander nodded in recognition of her gesture then turned to grab the kit and get ready to leave.

“Come on, G? Do we have him or not?” W was pacing, cheroot in hand, looking for all the world as if she was striding about her office at HQ and not knee deep in jungle undergrowth.

“Yes, yes…a moment…dammit, I had a blip but it’s gone now.”

“Well, let’s head for the blip, see what we come across. Agreed?”

Buffy, W and G bowed to the more recent field experience of the one-eyed agent. Letting him take the lead towards the area pinpointed by G, the quartet disappeared into the dark depths of the jungle.

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Kat Fellator lashed out at the inept and presently prostate form of the idiot tracker. The whip uncurled, its tip singing as it sliced through the skin of the girl cowering at her feet.

“You’ve lost him?” Crack! “Find him again.” Crack! “I owe him pain” Crack! “Would you rather I gave it to you?”

The girl tried to back away, holding her bloodied hands in front of her face in a vain attempt to ward off the blows.

“Miss Kat…I’m trying…please…don’t...” She stopped, her back hard up against a tree. She cried out in pain as her hair was grabbed and pulled back to turn her face upwards.

“Try harder!” Faith Layer spat, her eyes murderous.

“Girls, girls…play nice. There’ll be mayhem for all once we corner our quarry.”

Suddenly the clearing seemed to shrink as the tall bulk of Master Bates stepped from the cover of the trees. Four bronzed male slaves flanked him, each wearing nothing but a solemn expression and a leather posing-pouch. They supported a large fringed canopy to shield his sensitive skin from the sun’s glare. The pale features of the Head of S.T.A.K.E. were unreadable as he fixed his eyes on the cowering figure at Faith Layer’s feet, his arms cradling a fluffy white pussy that he stroked, rhythmically.

“Leave.”

The girl wasted no time, scrambling to her feet and running off into the bushes, casting a fearful glance over her shoulder as she disappeared.

Kat and Faith immediately sidled up to him, taking up positions on either side, caressing his cool skin and murmuring compliments on his strength and masculinity, the size of his love muscle and the varied uses to which they’d like to put it. The only way up in the evil organisation was to curry the boss’s favour; displease him and you might as well ring in the sizes for your coffin, amuse him and you’d be knee-deep in evil plots and arnica-covered bite marks.

Few people met him; fewer still knew he was a vampire. He didn’t advertise the fact as it meant he could use his enhanced senses to his advantage without letting them know he was doing so. He wasn’t so pale that he couldn’t pass as human and as nobody would risk touching him without a direct invitation there wasn’t much chance of his secret being discovered inadvertently. He knew from Faith Layer’s stay at MI13 that they had no idea of his undead status; he’d like it kept that way. But the situation with Spike Blond had escalated and he needed to be taken care of. Not to mention the history between the two of them; he was looking for payback – big time.

The whole situation on the island had been engineered for the sole purpose of luring Blond into a situation he wouldn’t be able to worm his way out of. He’d waited over a century for this chance; he wasn’t going to let him slip through his fingers this time. His most vicious agents had failed to capture the younger vampire and had nearly been killed by him. Master Bates shuddered, curling his lip in disgust at the weakness this showed. To leave a victim alive…it was just…wrong. Unless it was to tease and taunt, cause pain to their relatives. That particular kink was kind of his trademark, being able to drain the victim just enough so that they’d still be clinging to life when discovered but without having any hope of recovery. The thought of past kills brought a wistful snarl to his lips.

Blond had even dared to mess with one such gift he’d left for him. He was supposed to find his sister dying and then be lost in an agony of grief. It was a masterpiece of evil. But then he’d done the unexpected – he’d turned her. Now why hadn’t he thought of that? The agony was even worse, the pain even more acute. The bastard had taken his idea and honed it to perfection. Everything Spike Blond did took things just that one step further, made it just that little bit better. He loathed the bleached blond vamp with all the venom his demon possessed. And this was his master plan to rid the world of his despised presence once and for all.

Disentangling himself from the fawning females, he led the way deeper into the jungle, concentrating his senses to track his errant grandchilde.

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G was scanning as he led the way, closely followed by Harris. W and Buffy brought up the rear, Buffy barely holding it together as she could sense she was drawing ever closer to her lover. She was growing impatient with G’s progress. He’d insisted on tracking Blond, putting every faith in his gadgets. He was leading them in the right direction, her claiming mark itching and burning with every step she took after him. The scanner he was using was only picking up the residual signature every now and then and he kept stopping and twiddling to realign the sensors. When he stopped for the fourth time in ten minutes, she’d had enough. She rushed forward to stand in front of him, her hands on her hips.

“G, give it up. This is taking forever. Let me lead. I can feel him. We’re getting closer. Just let me, okay?”

G nodded; there didn’t seem much sense in having such an accurate gadget as Buffy Summerpenny and not using it to their advantage. Buffy turned, her blonde ponytail flicking out behind her, and set off further into the jungle setting a furious pace. She knew where she was heading – straight into the arms of her soulmate; the anticipation made her pick up the pace further leading a gasping and red-faced trio behind her.

Suddenly, Buffy stopped dead, G crashing into the back of her.

“What is it, Summerpenny?” W questioned.

“He’s near” she hissed, “but he’s edgy. Stay quiet.”

The four of them started to inch forwards, taking up the ridiculous hunched position favoured by those trying to be furtive. A shout to their left made them whip their heads round and stop, searching for the source of the noise. It came again, louder, nearer. Spooked, Harris grabbed hold of Buffy’s hand and dragged her towards an overhanging vine – she wrenched her hand from his, not wanting the contact but then hurtled forwards into the undergrowth, as the noise grew. W and G scurried into the shelter too.

The crashing and shouting seemed to be right by them but they didn’t dare risk a look. Buffy could sense that William was becoming anxious – they must be very close to him now.

‘Hold on, baby – we’re here’ she tried to send to him across the link. She felt him calm a little; maybe he felt her, maybe he knew they were coming to rescue him. If anyone hurt him…

The noise lessened as it moved away from them. Buffy shrugged off the restraining hand of W and peeked out from beneath the leaves. “They’re tracking him! We’ve gotta move, now.”

“Buffy, we don’t know how many of them there are, what weapons they’re toting. We need to carry out some reconnaissance first before we…”

“Xander! There’s no time for all that. I’m going to William. He’s all alone, outnumbered. He thinks there’s no escape. He won’t give in but if there’s so many of them…I’m not waiting for your say so. I’m going. Come with me if you want, if you don’t…I’m going anyway.”

She emerged from the hiding place and followed the trail of crushed vegetation, her throbbing neck testament to the fact that she was going in the right direction. Despite her bravado she was beyond grateful to hear the sound of three sets of footfalls running behind her to catch up. She flashed a quick, tight smile at them and carried on, her focus never shifting. She needed to get to William.

After a few minutes Buffy slowed, waving her arm to warn the others to keep quiet. She was almost on William’s position, the mark on her neck burning hot in its intensity. Crouching, she parted the fronds of the vegetation to peer between them. What she saw chilled her to the marrow. Faith Layer was tiptoeing forwards, her right hand gripping a scythe; there was another woman – clad in black PVC and oozing menace in her stance –martial arts sais clasped in each hand, throwing them into the air and twirling them in a chilling manner. A tall man -- sticky-up dark hair, pale skin -- stood off to one side under a canopy supported by four obscenely underdressed males. All of them were focused on a cavern entrance, almost obscured by greenery. They’d found him. Buffy could feel him. He was trapped inside, no escape. The only way out was to fight. And he was getting ready to do just that.

She surged forwards but was dragged back forcibly by a meaty hand.

“Get your hands off me,” she hissed at the one-eyed agent. He retained his grip.

“Buffy, think! We need to make a concerted attack – you go in like this, you’ll get killed and how will that help anyone? Just wait, watch. We’ll go – but when we have the advantage.”

Eventually, she calmed. She fixed him with a venomous stare – just because he was right, she didn’t have to like it. Nodding once, she returned to her vigil.

“Master Bates? What shall we do?” the woman in black PVC purred at him, flicking her knives expertly.

“We wait, Kitty. We wait.”

Silence descended over the scene. Buffy’s nerves were screaming at her to move, do something, her head bowed as she held herself tight, rocking. G, W and Harris were deep in a frenzied conversation behind her, the words rolling over her unheeded.

“Master Bates. It must be him, Harris – that’s what she called him!”

“I thought he’d be taller, didn’t you, G?”

“What? Oh, yes…I’m sure that’s right…but…what do we do? Doubtless he’s sent for reinforcements, this area will be surrounded shortly. I have a few tricks up my sleeve but…”

Buffy was concentrating on her senses, willing her presence to be noted by William. She closed her eyes, seeking out his essence. Why was it so…unclear? She was almost in touching distance; she should be able to almost talk to him through the link? It was as if there were two vampires there…one essence stronger to her than the other but still…

“Master Bates is a vampire.”

“What was that, Summerpenny?” W enquired.

“He’s a vampire; I can feel William but I can also sense another. I don’t know why that is – I can’t usually – but I can feel him. Maybe there’s some history between him and William? Oh I don’t know! But it helps us, right?”

She turned scared green eyes on G.

“Well, yes…I suppose it does. At least we know that there are a number of ways to kill him. And it explains the canopy. But not the cat…”

“What?”

“Nothing…. just ignore me…. babbling. Yes, as you say…we can make plans to deal with this new information. I brought things to protect vampires more than to harm them… let me see what I can do…”

G was off in a world of his own, tinkering and muttering under his breath. W was dangling a cheroot between her fingers, not able to light it in case it alerted the bad guys to their presence. Xander was as anxious to get into the fray as Summerpenny, but his training kept him levelled.

There was a commotion by the cave mouth. Buffy’s heart stilled as she saw William emerge from the darkness. He flicked his eyes briefly in her direction. He must sense that she was there! Her entire body zinged with his nearness, her instinct telling her to run to his side, to be with him. She made a guttural noise in her throat, almost a growl. Despite the danger, her erogenous zones were going into overdrive. If she got within a foot of him he’d melt with the heat her body was throwing off.

“Okay, you got me...” Blond gawked when he saw who was standing beneath the canopy. “Bloody hell! You might have warned me it was a fancy dress do, you big poofter. How can I compete with the Sheik of Araby look?”

“William…or should I say, Spike Blond…as I live and breathe…well, not really. Welcome to my island. I hope you’ve found your stay here enjoyable, especially as it’s the last thing you’ll ever experience. I believe you’ve met my colleagues.”

“Yes…I should have remembered your taste in slappers…didn’t fancy staying around for dessert…”

“You bastard! I’ll make you pay for what you did to me!”

Kat rushed at him, only stilling when her master shouted, “No!”

She whirled at him, a dervish in black PVC, spiked heels and razor sharp nails at the ready together with her sharp, sharp knives.

“But you promised,” she pouted, entwining herself around the heavy browed vampire, licking up the side of his cheek as she snaked her gloved hand inside his shirt.

“And you’ll have your fun, but later…when I’ve got the information I want from Mr Blond. Then you can do what you want with his carcass. So long as it’s painful…and I can watch.”

“I always like painful…” she nipped at his earlobe, biting down hard enough to draw blood. Master Bates grabbed his protégé to him ravaging her mouth with his, his fangs descending as he tasted his blood on her tongue. He stopped, abruptly, as he felt a sharp rap on his shoulder.

“Much as this scene has certain attractions…. can we fight now?”

The larger vampire growled, deep within his chest, knocking Kat away from him with the back of his hand in his haste to claw at the blonde upstart.

The two otherworldly creatures fell to the floor in a flash of fang and claw; Master Bates’ skin beginning to sizzle as the sun’s rays hit them. Spike voiced a silent thank you to G for his ingenious membrane as his grandsire struggled to escape into the haven of the shade. It gave him an advantage. He wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

He pinned his opponent to the floor, delighting in the fear scooting across the darker male’s face as his hand caught fire. The fluffy white feline had leapt from the Master’s arms as he was shoved backwards, scurrying away into the undergrowth with a hiss. It would be only seconds before the monster that had sentenced his beloved sister to a life of darkness would go up in flames, writhing in agony. Shakespeare was right – revenge is a dish best served cold. Or maybe in this case – hot.

His rejoicing was cut short however when his head snapped back, the pointed boot of Kat Fellator connecting with his temple. The searing pain shot through his head and he momentarily slumped forwards. Kat grabbed his shoulders hauling him off her mentor and throwing him to the floor. As he hit the deck he was immediately enveloped in a seething mass of enraged female flesh, Faith Layer biting and clawing at him as she spat out words of hate.

Master Bates rose to his feet, scurrying back into the shade of the canopy and extinguishing his burning hand by smothering it against the body of one of the slaves.

“You will pay for that disrespect, Childe!” he roared. “Kat, Faith…restrain him. I grow tired of his disobedience.”

Kat cackled, leaping towards the maelstrom of limbs where Faith and Spike were attempting to overthrow the other. Eventually, the combination of the two hellcats was too much for the prone vampire and he was at their mercy. He was racking his brain, seeking a way out, his arms pinned to his sides as Kat once again straddled his hips, wriggling against him, her ever-present sais glinting in the sun and Faith repeatedly punching his face.

The sunlight was blotted out by the hefty figure of Master Bates, shaded by his canopy. The brooding pillock looked just as he remembered him, except that he was now cradling the newly found spitting and hissing white cat that had obviously had an altercation with some greenery.

“Enough! I want to see his eyes, see his surrender.”

The two panting women stilled their assault, bowing to their Master’s will in all things. Two sets of eyes glittered with madness as they waited for the signal to rip their victim apart.

“So, William. It’s come to this. And we could have done so much more, bathed in the blood of innocents, feasted on their fear. But you had to rebel, had to empathise with your victims. Do you think I don’t know about the children you allowed to live, the families you took pity on? You are pathetic, to think that my issue sired one such as you. You’re beneath me. You will tell me what I want to know, the inner workings of MI13, the codes, the agents. You will tell me what I want to know or you will die.”

“You expect me to talk?”

“No, Mr Blond…I expect you to die. I just thought it might prolong the moment a little if you had false hope…Still, you being dust works for me. Drusilla will mourn you; she’ll kick against me for a year or two. But she’ll soon be back in my bed, as she always was.”

“Angelus. Still in love with the sound of your own voice, you always were a pontificating git. Get on with it, you pillock. And what’s with the Master Bates? You do know that makes you a tosser, don’t you? And your pussy stinks.”

The Head of S.T.A.K.E. snarled as he bent down to kiss the fluffy head of the white cat. Insane, deadly and insane. With a nod of his head he gave his consent for his female tag team to take his grandchilde apart.

Kat giggled as she sliced into his left forearm with her knife, the blood flowing freely onto the dusty ground. She dipped her PVC covered fingers into the liquid then brought them to her mouth to lick the tips. Faith keened, wanting a taste too, so the fingers were dipped again then brought up to the double agent’s avid mouth to be sucked inside and licked clean.

If Spike hadn’t been in such a precarious position, and had it been a lifetime ago, he would have found that sight rather titillating. His grandsire’s growl told him that at least one vampire liked what he saw.

A tingle at his neck drew his attention towards the edge of the clearing. There it was again, the sensation that Buffy was near. But she couldn’t be…

Then there she was…bowling towards him, her blonde hair flaring out behind her as she sprinted with murderous intent towards the prone figure of her lover, snarling and screaming like a banshee.

“Buffy! Wait!” Xander Harris was pounding the ground after her, his attempts to restrain her having failed when she felt the pain of the knife cutting into William’s pale flesh. G and W followed soon after, the gadget meister toting a large sack, no doubt full of handy toys.

Spike was glorying in the sight of his golden girl as she drew ever nearer, the mark at his neck throbbing more with every step she took. And there was Harris…and G and…W? What the fuck?

Strength surged through him and with a roar he bucked his hips throwing Kat Fellator off him and knocking Faith over as she did so. He leapt to his feet, immediately battle ready, vamping out to enhance his reaction time. Thankfully, the sky was darkening so he wouldn’t have to worry about how long the thin sliver of membrane protecting him from a fiery ball of death was going to hold up.

Buffy reached his side, throwing her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. She kissed his face: his lumpies, his lips, his eyes, his chin. As he opened his mouth to speak, she thrust her tongue inside to lap at his fangs, the coolness meeting her heated and eager exploration but failing to quench it. Eventually, William drew back his head, reluctant to leave the nectar of her kiss but having more pressing matters at hand. As it was, he wasn’t sure he could bend from the waist, his cock pressing up against the waistband of his pants as it recognised home and wanted in.

“Buffy,” he groaned, “My love…missed you so much… but I need to take care of things before I can take care of things…shouldn’t take long.”

“You got it. And I’m here to help, we all are.”

She slid down his body, her scorching crotch brushing against his tortured erection and causing him to moan. She caught his eyes and flashed him a bright smile, raising an eyebrow in unconscious imitation of his trademark look.

Without further words, the two blondes turned, back to back, and dared the combined forces of S.T.A.K.E to take them on. As one, they reached out their hands, Spike’s left, Buffy’s right, and gestured their enemy to bring it on.

An enraged Kat and Faith rushed them, screaming abuse as Master Bates was busily radioing back to base for assistance. G and W sank to the ground to search his bag of tricks as the battle commenced.

TBC….


So, the reunion…hope you liked it. Next up…battling and smoochies……….

CUT TO: Silhouette of naked dancing girl, twirling sais and doing cartwheels; as she spins across the screen another naked girl – no sais, a whip – does the same from the other side.

Spike Blond voiceover: “Ladies…….here we are now………..entertain us.”

Wild banshee shrieks as the two rush towards the camera – stopped dead with karate kicks and chops from another girl. As their bodies fall limply to the floor, female voiceover….

“Honey………I’m hoooome!”

Dooo – doooo –dooooooooooooooooo; doo – doo – dooooooooooooooooooo.......

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CHAPTER TEN

“G…do you have anything?”

W was avidly watching the battle and keeping an eye on Master Bates as he stood off to one side, letting his agents wreak their havoc. He was obviously waiting for reinforcements; his constant glances towards the tree cover revealed the direction help would come from.

Buffy Summerpenny and Spike Blond were moving as one entity; it was glorious to watch and at a different time and place she’d be swept up in the beauty of their synchronised dance. As Spike bent left, Buffy’s body mirrored his; as she moved forwards, he filled the gap behind her. And they were both having fun, huge grins plastered on their faces. The sight of a grinning vampire and a panting and laughing blonde taunting and teasing their assailants was a revelation.

‘It’s Fred and Ginger…only with punching!’ W tore her eyes away and knelt by G as he continued rifling through the bag. “Here, W. Hold these.” He handed her an assortment of gadgets, their uses as yet unknown, himself drawing further items from the sack. Satisfied with his harvest, he started to assemble a number of …well, she hoped they were weapons.

W glanced back up as a shrill shriek of rage echoed through the clearing. Buffy had Faith pinned to the floor, her small fists clenched in the brunette’s tresses. Buffy was ripping at her hair – a classic girl fight, all teeth, nails and hair-pulling. For her part, Faith bucked and lashed out as Buffy tried to subdue her -- with her slight weight, she wasn’t having much luck. Maybe she needed to bulk up before she entered the tag-team wrestling ring again.

Spike had his hands full with Kat; or wished he had, as the skin-tight pvc clad beauty slipped from his grasp and delivered a flurry of roundhouse kicks and punches. He was stronger than her but she was the more agile, ducking below his deadly fists and circling round behind him.

“Hurry, G,” W hissed. “It looks like they’re pretty evenly matched – they need some back-up out there. And where’s Harris got to?” W hadn’t seen the one-eyed agent since he’d followed Buffy out of the trees. She’d been so entranced watching the lovers’ reunion that she’d totally forgotten about him.

“Don’t know, W, sorry. Here…screw this onto the end of that…” G handed W more equipment. W threw it to the floor.

“G! Focus. We don’t have time to build a death ray…they need something now!”

The quartermaster turned anxious eyes up to the redhead towering above him where he crouched, surrounded by oddments of equipment. Suddenly, his face was split by a wide smile.

“Good lord! I’m such a duffer!” He reached into the zipped pocket of his black combats and took out a silver pen. In half a minute he had it taken apart and reassembled into what looked like a whistle with a quivering sprung attachment.

“Nifty, G, very nifty…but what does it do?”

“Well, it……….I mean it’s self-evident, isn’t it?”

“Erm…there’s gonna be music?”

“Watch…and cover your ears………really tightly. Ready?”

W nodded, her hands clamped tightly to the sides of her head. She gaped incredulously as G stuffed his ears with leaves then raised the contraption to his mouth and blew hard, puffing his cheeks out. She looked to the clearing and saw Buffy, Faith, and the hellcat stranger collapse to the ground mid blow. The only combatants left standing were of demon origin.

W gasped as her earlier question as to Harris’ whereabouts was answered – he crashed to the floor almost on top of Master Bates; he’d presumably been up in the tree canopy, watching and waiting to make his move.

As G removed the whistle from his lips, W uncovered her ears. “Buffy and Harris -- what have you done, G?”

G looked at her quizzically, seeing her mouth move but not hearing a word she said. “What was that?” He stopped, astonished. “I’ve gone deaf!”

W rolled her eyes; these genius types had absolutely no common sense. She pointed at his ears but G just nodded, dumbly. With a sigh of impatience she yanked the leaves out of his ears.

“Stop buggering about, G, and help them. WHAT DID YOU DO?”

“OW! No need to shout, W.” He wiggled his fingers in his ears. “It’s only temporary, an interesting modification on the vampire thing I tested out on Blond a few months back. Just leaves humans incapacitated, vampires are impervious.”

The redhead warily eyed the scene in the clearing. The two vampires were frozen in a tableau of surprise; Spike Blond still crouched in fighting position and Master Bates, mouth agape, staring at the downed figures of his pet assassins. Suddenly, Blond was a blur of motion, stepping over the humans at his feet and launching himself at the animal who’d killed his sister. Fuelled by decades of repressed fury, he was a whirlwind of fists and fangs, laying into Angelus with inhuman strength and speed.

The taller, darker, vampire retaliated as best he could but he was no real match for the incensed Spike Blond.

“You bastard! Killing my sister not enough for you? You have to take Buffy too? I’ll rip your fucking throat out!”

Angelus cast off his Master Bates persona and reverted to the vicious killer who delighted in pain and cruelty. Gone was the camp concern for the white fluffy cat, which had once again found itself hurled into the undergrowth, as Angelus fought back.

“This is the best time I’ve had in years, my boy!” the darker vamp gasped out as the two of them tussled. “There’s never been anyone can get my blood pumping like you can. It’ll be an honour to spread your dust in the wind…William!”

“In your dreams -- you pathetic wanker.”

W could hardly discern where one figure stopped and the other started, as they were both clad in black and moving faster than her eye could follow. The only way she could track 00666 was by the stark white of his hair.

She heard a crackle and then voices; must be Master Bates’ communicator.

“G! The radio – do something! If reinforcements are coming we have to get our people out of there.”

G quickly dismantled the whistle device and rearranged the components before putting it back together. He blew again……….

Buffy, the two assassins and Harris woke, shaking their heads to clear them; unfortunately, Spike Blond had slumped to the ground – still tangled in combat with an unconscious Master Bates.

The redhead turned to G, exasperation in her voice, “What the hell have you done now?”

“Sorry, sorry – but I didn’t have time to fiddle with it. At least we’ve got Harris and Summerpenny up.

“Yes, but we’ve also got those two …fiends up – and Blond’s down!”

G shrugged. “Two out of three ain’t bad” he grinned at her. W rolled her eyes.

“Yes…well, quite…I’ll erm…take another look what I’ve got then…”

“No time, G! We need to get out of here before the cavalry arrive.”

So saying, the slight figure of his boss ran full pelt into the clearing, trusting him to follow. With a sigh, he pushed his spectacles back up the bridge of his nose and pounded after her.

Buffy realised she was lying pinned beneath the equally dazed Faith Layer. Scooting backwards, she jumped to her feet – her face paling when she saw the still form of her lover across the clearing.

“William!” she screamed, before her voice was stifled when a pvc-gloved hand clamped over her mouth.

“Tut, tut! No calling for the help – don’t you know you have to be tagged before you can get in the ring?”

Faith rose to her feet in front of her, an evil smirk on her face. “Hi, Kat, you all rested?” she drawled.

“Mmmm, honey. Fit and raring to go……behind you…”

Faith spun round, fists at the ready and zipping out a leg to kick the approaching Harris in the chest. He backed away winded, but quickly regrouped and assuming a martial arts stance, beckoned Faith to approach him.

“Man! Have all you losers been watching The Matrix?” she chuckled. “Just ‘cos you think you’re Neo, don’t mean you’ve got the moves.”

Kat giggled in Buffy’s ear, her hand relaxing slightly where she gripped her shoulder. Buffy took the opportunity to dig a sharp elbow into Kat’s stomach, followed up with a backward headbutt into her nose. Kat’s outraged cry rang through the clearing as she released her hold on the blonde.

“Bitch! Watch the nose!” Kat had her hands up to her swollen face, the black gloves dripping blood. “Hey – bull’s-eye!” said Buffy as she rushed to finish the job. Kat snarled when a fist connected with the side of her head, then Buffy lost her footing as the raven-haired banshee brought her leg round to sweep her off her feet. She stumbled but recovered her balance, aiming a karate-chop at the assassin’s neck. Soon the two girls were trading blow for blow, well matched in strength and speed.

Harris and Faith were also involved in a desperate fight, Harris unable to use his extra height and weight to overpower the girl due to her speed and agility. None of the combatants had an advantage; it would be just a matter of time. Stamina would decide the outcome.

Noting that Summerpenny and Harris appeared to be holding their own, W raced straight to Blond’s side, struggling to drag him from under the dead weight of Master Bates -- it was harder to move a dead body than she’d thought. G soon reached her and grabbed hold of Blond’s legs; she flashed a grateful look at him then renewed her efforts. Eventually, they managed to get Blond slung between them, W at his head and G at his feet. The radio continued to crackle and they heard a voice announcing that the reinforcements would be arriving in about three minutes. Time to move.

“Summerpenny! Harris!” W shouted. “Time to move out – take them down!”

Seeing her lover being manhandled by her colleagues gave Buffy the impetus she needed to overthrow the crazed woman clawing at her with shiny gloves. She lashed up with her elbow to connect with the already broken nose, and Kat shrieked in pain. Taking the advantage, she ended it with kick to the head, her foot connecting with a dull thud. Kat Fellator crumpled to the ground.

“Hah! Nobody messes with my boyfriend!” Buffy snarled as she stood over the downed bad girl. With a toss of her blonde hair, Buffy marched over to where Harris was wrestling with Faith Layer. She tapped the rogue agent on her shoulder to grab her attention. Seeing her standing there, Harris smirked and indicated with his eyebrow that the woman presently strangling him should look behind her.

Faith turned her head – straight into Buffy’s waiting fist. Next thing, she was flat out, head swimming, trying to get up. “Stay down!” Buffy snarled, “And don’t even look in William’s direction again.”

Harris grinned as he hugged Buffy to him briefly. “You heard her, Layer. Sorry to run out on you like this – but we have plans. Pity we couldn’t become better acquainted, I kinda like my chicks a little dippy.” Faith lunged at him, teeth bared and eyes wild. Buffy’s kick to her stomach forced her to curl up, fighting for breath.

“Summerpenny? Remind me not to piss you off!” Harris laughed at her as they left the downed women and followed after W and G, Blond’s unconscious body slung between them.

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They made it to the coast, Harris replacing W at Blond’s head. It was now dark, but of course G had a flashlight to show the path through the trees. As they reached the beach, he pulled out his communications device and turned the dial. The dinghy they’d arrived in shimmered into view, as if by magic. Despite the fact they knew it was there, Buffy and Xander still gasped as it materialised.

“What? It’s all done with mirrors and such, you know. There’s nothing magical about it; just physics. You see, the refraction of the light…the angle of incidence….”

“Yes, G. Later maybe – perhaps when we’re not being pursued by a psycho master criminal and his underlings?”

“Sorry, W, completely forgot. You know how I get.”

The snort of laughter from W was so untypical of her usually stoic behaviour that Harris and Summerpenny exchanged an amused glance. Buffy’s attention was soon taken up however by the stirring of her lover. She dropped to her knees at his side, covering his face with kisses as he blinked sky blue eyes at her.

Coming to his senses, he threw his arms around the warm and wriggling form of Buffy who had somehow squirmed her way to lay across him on the ground. He returned her kisses hungrily, and whilst his mind might be dozing, his groin was on red alert. God, this woman bypassed every zone in his body and headed straight for the launch pad!

“Righty-ho everybody; we’ll prepare the dinghy. We need to be away from the shore for the signal beacon to work. I just hope that Jenkins is awake and not too far away in the jet. And, W, can you work on a cover story for the jet’s absence? I’m stumped.”

W nodded and grabbed the equipment that had been hidden in the undergrowth. Harris was tugging the dinghy into the shallow waters, G pushing to get it afloat. Buffy was still wrapped around her vampire, reluctant to let go after the enforced absence. She paused in her kisses, moving slightly away from him so that she could get a good look at his face. Her small hands ran through his hair and cupped his sculpted cheekbones as she gazed like a love struck schoolgirl into his bottomless eyes. Spike Blond raised his scarred eyebrow, wiggling it suggestively. “Still like what you see, pet?” He thrust his hips forwards to add an extra dimension to his question.

Buffy’s face split in a grin of pure delight. “Honey, I have never looked on anything that I liked more. And that groin thing you’re doing…maybe you’d better cool your tool, because you’re gonna need all your strength as soon as I get you alone.” She quirked her eyebrow to match his.

The challenge laid and accepted, Spike gripped her to him fiercely, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her to hold her flush to his chest. He was aching everywhere from his fight with the hellcats and Angelus and no doubt Buffy was similarly afflicted, but it didn’t matter as long as they were holding each other. He whispered in her ear, his breath moving her hair and sending tingles down her spine, “Miss Summerpenny – you’ll find I have the stamina of an Energizer bunny when it comes to you…and trust me………I will…….come ……to you…in you.…..for you.” He bit down sharply on her earlobe as he pulled her to her feet.

Buffy gasped against his mouth as he crushed her lips in a bruising kiss, taking her reply away with her breath. The press of his rock hard erection against her belly promised delights aplenty and fuelled her need to get him horizontal on a soft bed as soon as possible.

Seeing that the craft was now bobbing on the water and that W was gesturing to them frantically, the reunited lovers ran, hand in hand, through the shallow waves and clambered into the dinghy. G started the outboard motor and the quintet stared back to shore as they drew away from the supposed paradise island. There was a collective sigh of relief as it faded over the horizon.

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Master Bates was incandescent with rage. He’d come to just as his troops entered the clearing to see Faith doubled up in agony and Kat out cold. He snarled at the total absence of William the Bloody.

“Faith, my love” he growled, “where is Mr Blond?”

“Master Bates…he...he’s gone…he had assistance…Summerpenny and another agent.”

Her master howled his frustration to the moon. The noise finally roused the unconscious Kat, who sat up in confusion.

“What the fuck…?”

“My sentiments exactly, Miss Fellator. I believe the two of you have some explaining to do.”

Kat and Faith locked gazes. This was going to be a tough situation to work to their advantage. It would need all of their skills… all of them. By unspoken agreement the two girls turned dazzling smiles on the brooding vampire, both rising to their feet and sashaying over to his side. Faith was struggling, holding her ribs and stomach but trying to act unhurt.

“Faith, get those wounds seen to. I don’t want you groaning and passing out on me when we have our little chat.”

Faith chilled at his words. He could load any innocent phrase with such menace that it made her blood run cold. Chat? Gulp. She nodded and scurried off to return to base to do his bidding.

“Miss Fellator. With me – now!” he barked out, setting off between the trees at a blistering pace. Kat followed him, wincing as she noted the numerous aches giving notice of the pain to come. It would be nothing compared to the pain she was about to endure at the hands of Angelus.

Within minutes they’d reached an empty shack at the edge of the clearing. It was not in current use and had fallen into disrepair. Master Bates ripped open the door; “Inside” he ordered, expecting his order to be obeyed without question. Kat didn’t disappoint, ducking through the low doorway to stand inside. She wasn’t afraid of much - was usually the giver of nightmares, not the receiver – but Angelus in a rage was something else. Kat knew she’d be leaving this hut bloody and battered, if she left it at all. She jumped as the door was slammed back into the jamb, the broken windows rattling with the force. In an instant, she was pinned up against the wall, the vampire a blur as he shot across the room.

“Miss Fellator…I’m feeling pissed…I don’t like feeling pissed; I’d like to feel something else, you understand me?”

Kat nodded, her eyes wide and glazed with a mixture of fear and lust. Most of her couplings were accompanied with pain; in fact it was the best way to turn her on. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d relieved Master Bates of his frustrations, but it was the first time he’d been this enraged. She liked it. She’d expected a beating; a fucking was a bonus.

She gasped with pleasure as he ripped out the front of her bodysuit, baring her body to him. His eyes flashed amber as he vamped out, moving swiftly to bite down on the soft flesh of her neck; Kat sighed in contentment as the sharp teeth ripped at her skin.

“Master!” she breathed as his large, cold hands gripped her freed breasts roughly, twisting her nipples into twin peaks of pain.

“And don’t you forget it. On your knees….”

Kat complied, the meaty hand pushing her head down towards his bulging crotch, giving her no room to refuse anyway. She unzipped the fly, mouth curving into a smile as she surveyed the prize within. She moistened her lips then moved forwards, her tongue caressing the engorged shaft, one hand cupping his ass and the other delving into his pants to cradle his balls. Angelus growled as she sucked his entire length into her talented mouth, biting down slightly to graze her teeth along his hardness as she drew back. He thrust into her mouth and seized her head to keep her in place, his fingers biting into the back of her skull and drawing blood as he struggled to control his demon.

Kat gagged, unable to breathe as he forced himself deeper. Relenting, he released his hold on her allowing her to gasp air into her struggling lungs. With difficulty, he bent to grasp her chin, his erection getting in his way. He withdrew and hauled Kat to her feet then turned her to face the wall. The pvc suit was certainly flattering but it was in his way. He ripped the remains of it off and she stood – naked – her legs spread wide as she leant her head against the wall of the hut, panting in anticipation.

“I’m very disappointed with you, Miss Fellator. I relied on you to give me the head of Spike Blond………but I’ll settle for you giving me head.”

So saying, he rammed his thick cock deep inside her sopping pussy, the force bumping her forehead against the wall, grazing her skin. He gripped her hips with crushing fingers and leant forwards to sink his razor sharp fangs into the muscles of her shoulder; Kat cried out in pain and tried to buck away from him.

Angelus was having none of it. He reached a hand round to circle her neck, squeezing hard.

“I’m not doing this to please you, Kat” his thrusts increasing in intensity. “In fact, none of this should be enjoyable to you. You are here to pleasure me. You got that?”

Kat managed to choke out “Yes Master.”

“So… scream for me?”

Angelus thrust her hard against the wall, his fangs ripping a large gash in her shoulder as he lifted his head. The roughness of the surface gouged her tender breasts, her nipples bleeding as he continued to thrust with inhuman speed in and out of her slick passage. Despite the pain, she felt her orgasm build to a crescendo and keened her pleasure as she came in a rush of contracting muscles around the large and throbbing vampire cock buried inside her. As Angelus filled her with his come, her legs weakened and she slumped against the wall.

The minions outside shifted their feet in embarrassment as they listened to the sounds from inside the derelict hut. It was obvious that Master Bates was taking pleasure in the assassin and causing her pain, and having been on the sharp end of her tongue and her whip on a number of occasions, most of them cheered him on.

The final scream of anguish as Master Bates started taking bloody revenge on Kat Fellator echoed throughout the forest………

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“Yes, W…no, that’s fine…….okay, well, I’ll call you. In a couple of days……you too.”

Buffy replaced the receiver and sat down on the side of the bed.

“Finally! I thought I’d never get you to myself.”

Spike Blond lay back, his hands cradling his head, his chest naked as it peeked from beneath the silk sheets. “I promise I’m worth the wait, luv.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Ego much?”

Spike cocked his eyebrow, his tongue rolling up behind his teeth as he smirked. The soft breeze blew the flimsy curtains through the open French window leading out to the balcony. The full moon outside flooded the room with soft light, the shadows picking out the stark lines of his chiselled features. Buffy stood, walking to the bathroom, her naked body gleaming in the moonlight.

“Buffy, luv,” he drawled, his voice liquid velvet.

She stopped and glanced back over her shoulder, her breath hitching in her throat as she gazed on him spread out on the bed. She had come so close to losing him; her heart lurched as she realised that her life would have ended with his. In a sudden rush to be held by him she ran to his side, throwing herself across him and gripping him in a fierce embrace. “I thought I was going to lose you…couldn’t…” She started to sob against his shoulder, little gasps of air disrupting the words she was trying to get out.

“Hey…hey, kitten. None of that, come on now…..we’re both here, we’re safe. Buffy, look at me.” He placed his finger under her chin, tilting her adorable face up to his. Her eyes were wet and shining, tears running down her cheeks. He kissed her, gently, licking at the salt on her lips.

She smiled at him tremulously, fighting to keep a tight control on her emotions.

“That’s my girl. Don’t worry, Buffy. Nobody is going to part us again, I promise you. Ok, darlin’?”

Buffy nodded, her sobs subsiding as she snuggled to his side and ran her hand slowly up and down the tautly muscled body. As she calmed, she trailed her fingers lower, along the line of soft hair down his belly. She grew bolder at William’s sigh of pleasure, dipping her hand beneath the sheet and letting her fingers tangle in the mass of curls at the base of his cock. Her small hand gripped his shaft, the warmth of her fingers zinging through him and making him harden immediately.

“Buffy…” he groaned, reaching to pull her towards him. He captured her lips, sucking the lower one inside his mouth, his tongue swirling across it before sliding into her mouth. “Mmmm” she moaned against him, pressing her breasts against his naked chest.

Taking control, he flipped her to her back, nudging her knees apart so he could lie between her legs. He scooted down the bed, kissing her breasts, her belly as he went. He blew softly on her mound, delighting in the goosebumps that rose on her skin with the cool thrill of his breath. She gasped at the sensations running through her.

“William, please…”

He looked up at her flushed face from where he was poised at the juncture of her thighs, deliberately holding her gaze as he dipped to trace the tip of his tongue along her moist cleft, feathery flicks over her swollen clit. He sucked the nubbin hungrily into his mouth, delighting in the throbbing and the flood of her juices as she trembled beneath his lips. Shifting himself to ease the pressure in his cock, he gripped Buffy’s pert bottom in his large hands, tilting her pelvis to bring her even closer. She whimpered as he moved away from her, settling her back onto the bed that dipped as he crawled up her prone body.

He snaked out his tongue to taste first one then the other nipple, teasing them to painful hardness before moving further up to settle his larger frame over hers. Buffy languidly opened her eyes, the pupils dilated with the lust she felt for this creature, her vampire lover. “I want you,” she whispered.

William smiled in response, bending to lick along her neck from her shoulder to her earlobe. She shivered as he blew cool air across the damp skin, her hands reaching to bring him closer. Finally, she felt the tip of his cock as it begged entry to her moist depths and she opened her legs wider, eager to feel his length stretch her. Green eyes met blue, love burning in its intensity as the two lovers rediscovered each other after their absence.

“Oh William, I’ve missed you so much…all of you…let me see you…” She lightly brushed her fingers across his brow, begging him to bring forth his demon. Noting the emotions in her eyes, he slowly allowed his features to melt to those of a vampire, the brow thickening and ridging, his eyes switching to amber and finally his fangs lengthening to a lethal point.

“There you are! My demon lover….” Buffy smiled as she reached to touch his teeth and lumpies. “Bite me!”

Spike Blond snarled, his need for this woman obliterating any self-control he had left. “You’re mine, Buffy,” he growled as in one move he sank his fangs into the mark he’d left when he claimed her and his cock inside her heat.

“Always yours!” she gasped out, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts, gripping his head to stop him moving away from her neck. The feel of him drawing her blood into his mouth and setting a matching rhythm at their joined groin was sending her crazy and she arched her back as she hurtled over the edge into ecstasy, her muscles gripping his cock as it pulsed within her. Seconds later, Spike lifted his fangs from her neck, her blood still speckling his lips as he roared her name, filling her with his milky come. At last they were complete, their connection soothed and satisfied.

Spike dropped on top of her, his arms giving way as the effects of their lovemaking and his wounds caught up with him. He panted needlessly, a human affectation that served to set him apart from most other vampires.

“Hey, dead weight…wanna let me get some air here? Need to breathe, remember?” Buffy teased him, relaxing in the afterglow of orgasmic heaven. Spike shifted to lie at her side, sighing with pleasure.

“Have I told you how much I love you, Summerpenny?” he asked, half rising to prop his head on his hand.

Buffy rolled to her side so she could drink in the vision of her lover lay out on the bed. “Once or twice…but not in the last half hour or so, so feel free.” She reached to clasp his hand in hers, delighting in the coolness of his skin against her warmer palm.

This was how life was meant to be. Every day should start and end this way; she’d found her soulmate and she wasn’t about to let him go. The new puncture holes on her neck throbbed; Spike leant towards her, licking along the mark to help the healing with his saliva.

Buffy closed her eyes in ecstasy, the feel of his tongue tingling along her flesh.

“Better?” he questioned, his unfathomable blue eyes drawing her in.

“Better” she replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Never better.”

“So…what’s next, luv?” he questioned as he lay back down on the pillow. “Fancy a life in the field?”

“I fancy a life with you, William…Spike. So…marry me?”

TBC…


Cut to: a marquee bathed in moonlight, shadowed figures dancing the night away…a rustle of fabric as a bride ducks out of the doorway closely followed by a groom dressed in stylish grey formal wear. The groom grabs the fleeing bride by her hand, the large diamond sparkling in the light of the moon.

Voiceover: “Mrs Blond…I believe you promised to worship me with your body…I’d like to collect…”


DOO-DOO-DOOOOOOO; DOO-DOO-DOOOOOOO; DOO-DO-DO-DOOOO-DO-DO-DO-DO-DO-TE-DO……….


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EPILOGUE


In the end, Joyce Summerpenny hadn’t wigged as much as Buffy was expecting. The news that her eldest daughter wasn’t PA to some highflier, as she’d always been led to believe, but was in fact involved in some top-secret spy thing, had almost sent her into shock. No details of course, just enough to make her mom-genes swell with pride that her little girl was out saving the world. Curious what makes a mother proud. When Buffy topped that by ushering in a drop-dead gorgeous fiancé, she could only gape in dumbstruck awe.

Anyhow, by the time she’d digested the revelations and planned the bragging-fest with Aunt Martha, the coup de gras of ‘hey mom, my future husband is in fact a vampire’ hardly ruffled a feather. Naturally, William had completely won her over with his charm and manners before they’d revealed he wasn’t quite what he seemed. Knowing oodles of trivia about primitive tribal art was a big plus in his dream son-in-law column and when he offered to show Joyce his own private collection of Chumash artefacts, she was putty in his hands.

He was also a big hit with her sister, Dawn, who spent the entire first evening mooning after him with big doe-eyes. Buffy soon made it perfectly plain that much as she agreed her fiancé was an extreme hottie, his hottie-bod was hers alone. Not that Dawn would ever seriously step over that line but having a little sister, who was no longer that little, drooling over your man, really was funny for about five minutes. William’s easy manner with her and the way he didn’t treat her like a kid but like a young lady soon soothed the teenager’s snit and he fast filled her vacant ‘big brother’ spot.

Buffy was leaning against the door-jamb, a mug of her mom’s famous hot chocolate cradled in both hands as she sipped it slowly. A delicious warmth crept over her as she gazed at the sight in front of her. William was holding court, seated between her mom and sister on the deep cushioned couch. He had the two women giggling and fawning over him, their laughter filling the house and making the atmosphere buzz with happiness. She didn’t think she’d ever felt so content before. Her lover regaled the two with tales of his deeds of daring-do, omitting the goriest bits of course, and they were oohing and aahing in all the right parts.

William looked up as he felt Buffy’s eyes on him. He raised his scarred eyebrow, giving her a Spike Blond smirk. Buffy rolled her eyes; damn vampire had managed to seduce the entire Summerpenny family with his talented tongue. Okay, maybe that was a gross image… She snorted as she felt his amusement through the link. He was loving this - who would’ve guessed the big bad craved family life?

Talking of families, tomorrow William’s sister, Tara, would be arriving. W had offered to escort her rather than her having to travel alone. Come to think of it, W was spending an awful lot of time with the shy vampire. Buffy made a mental note to ask about that… Tara certainly got all flustered and stammering whenever W’s name was mentioned. Maybe she wanted to join the service and W was her hero. Buffy would figure it out; she was a quick study.

Harris was still dating the kooky agent from the Russian embassy – Anyanka Jenkinskovitch – and they were flying in on the morning of the wedding, two days from now. G was making his own way, trying out some new gadget of his that he referred to mysteriously as “Wet Nelly”. Of course he’d make it in time for the wedding…probably.

It would be quite an intimate affair; Buffy didn’t have a large family and William being over 100 years old, his only living relative was Tara. Well, sort of living. It suited them, both of them delighting most in each other’s company with no distractions. If it weren’t for the thought of her mom’s disappointment, Buffy would have eloped and had done with it. As it was, it couldn’t be a church service for obvious – dusty – reasons, but would be held in the Summerpenny’s garden and officiated over by a court clerk.

With a happy sigh, Buffy drained her mug and walked back to the kitchen to rinse it out. Her tingling neck and raised hairs at her nape informed her when her lover crept up behind her. She let him get near without turning, eyes closed in pleasure as he slipped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her shoulder.

“Happy, gorgeous?” he whispered, his breath on her ear electrifying her senses.

“Ecstatic…in fact, pinch me – I think I’m dreaming.”

“It’s no dream, kitten; it doesn’t get any more real than this.” He brushed a gentle kiss on the shell of her ear, and then dipped the tip of his wet tongue inside for good measure. Buffy shivered.

“Don’t stop…”she murmured softly, bringing one hand up to caress the back of his head as he bent to continue his attentions, kissing and nibbling at her neck. She thrust her ass back into his groin, his erection pressing into her as he matched her movement with his own.

“Buffy,” he growled. “do I have to go the hotel on my own? Don’t think I can sleep without you for two nights, baby. Come with me, let’s just slip out now.”

She was tempted, more than tempted. But her mom had assumed she’d want to stay with the family and had already booked a single room for William at the best hotel in town. With a sigh of regret, she twisted in his arms, gasping as he nudged her knees apart so that he could grind his cock against her.

“Don’t,” she whispered, "You know I have to stay here, be her baby girl for a little while longer.”

William lightly traced his fingers across her taut nipple, dipping his head to lick at his mark before sucking the scarred skin into his mouth. Buffy felt the rush of moisture as her panties were soaked with evidence of her desire. If he kept this up, she’d be too weak to resist; her body would hijack her brain and hold it to ransom until she caved. Summoning what shreds of willpower were left, she pushed him away from her, panting as she did so and crossing her legs to try to ease the throb in her clit.

William grinned at her, tongue curled behind his teeth, hands thrust into his black denims with his thumbs pointing at his more than obvious hard on. “Summerpenny, something’s come up. It could be huge – possibly even hazardous.”

He began to stalk back towards her, swaggering. Buffy squealed.

“No, William! I can’t…not here…and I can’t leave mom tonight. You understand don’t you?”

Realising that she meant business, William stopped his prowl, bottom lip thrust out in a delicious pout. “But I want you, Buffy. I want you right now…and you want me.”

“I know, honey, but we can’t. Two days and it’s as much of us as we want, when we want…and nobody can stop us. It’ll be all legal and binding.”

“We’re already bound to each other, Buffy – the claim, remember? I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me we are. I already know it.”

Buffy chuckled. “Well, a bite mark isn’t enough for my mom to let you sleep in my bed, so just rein that critter in, cowboy.” she said as she pointed to his straining fly, “and we’ll give him his head in a couple of days.”

As she realised the dual meaning of what she’d said, she clapped her hands over her mouth, red with embarrassment before collapsing in a heap of giggles. William joined her, covering her in kisses, “Oooh…I feel like bit of a gallop, little spitfire!”

Joyce and Dawn rushed to see what the shrieking was about, joining in the infectious laughter.

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It was a night service, again for obvious flammability reasons. William had asked W to stand as his Best Man - well, woman - and she was suave and sophisticated in a designer tux. She winked at Tara as the shy beauty caught her eye. The journey to the Summers’ house had been…eventful…as it transpired that Tara most definitely swung her way. W blushed as she recalled the previous night. William eyed the pair suspiciously as the redhead took her place at his side.

Since her shiftless absentee father hadn’t even bothered to reply to the invitation, G was giving Buffy away. He was puffed up with pride as he waited outside the bedroom. Dawn was first to emerge, blushing and beautiful in her fitted gown of wine red satin. Her hair was caught up in a chignon and set off with a single wine red rose and she carried a hand-tied posy of the same flowers.

“She’ll be right out, Mr G,” Dawn told him as she skipped down the stairs. “Erm…it’s just…G…Dawn.”

“Oh, right…whatever” she shouted back up to him.

The sound of the door opening drew his attention. He stared, open-mouthed, at the sight before him. Buffy walked forwards, her face alight with a beaming smile. Her dress had a tight-fitting bodice and long sleeves that tapered to the wrist; the skirt flared slightly at the hips and fell in graceful folds to rest on dainty satin-slippered feet. The stiff, creamy taffeta set off the tone of her skin and hair perfectly. Her long hair was intricately twisted on top of her head and dotted through with tiny cream rosebuds. A small veil floated over the pearl buttons down the back of the dress. She carried a posy of cream and red roses tied with taffeta ribbons that trailed down to her feet.

“Oh Buffy! You look…exquisite.” G smiled at her, removing his glasses for a quick polish whilst at the same time wiping a tear from his eyes.

“Really? Do you think William will like it?”

“He’ll swoon. Ready to get married, Miss Summerpenny?”

“More than, G; more than ready. Shall we?”

Buffy took his arm and they set off down the stairs to face the throng of guests.

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Mr and Mrs Blond swayed in time to the music, oblivious to the other people dancing alongside them under the moonlight.

“Happy, Mrs Blond? …or Mrs the Bloody, Madame le Sanglant… take your pick.”

Buffy chuckled into his shoulder, holding her new husband even closer. “Mmmm, very... but not as happy as I’m going to be when I can get you alone in the honeymoon suite. Do you think we can leave now? Isn’t it late?”

“Well, we have been married for all of 25 minutes, sweetheart, but maybe we’d better stay a bit longer – it’s traditional.”

“Don’t wanna…” Buffy pouted. “Want you... now.”

William tilted her head up so that he could look into her eyes. “You have me, Buffy; you’ve had me for a long time.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, the kiss deepening as her arms snaked around his neck to pull him closer. They parted as they gradually became aware of a slow handclap around them. The newlyweds laughed in embarrassment as their guests cheered them on.

Suddenly the sound of beeping filled the garden as first one, then two, then more pagers went off. Confusion abounded as guests scrambled in search of their pagers.

Spike Blond looked at his bride, aching to touch her. A wry smile played across his features as their eyes met. Both held up their pagers.

“Fancy a honeymoon in Prague, pet – courtesy of MI13?”

Buffy grinned as she nodded. This was her life now, the life of a super-spy. Queen and country called. All eyes turned heavenwards as the sound of a helicopter filled the air. The MI13 operatives – G, W and Harris joined the newlyweds in the middle of the lawn – all excited at the prospect of a new mission.

Buffy laid her hand on Spike’s arm, shouting to be heard above the thwack of the rotors. “Just promise me we’ll do the proper honeymoon one day. When there’s time.”

Spike Blond kissed her soundly, nodding his assent. “We have all the time in the world.”

The helicopter took off, the guests waving as the agents disappeared from view, Spike and Buffy Blond dangling from the rope ladder swinging below.

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Meanwhile back in the jungle, a fluffy white pussy peeked nervously from beneath undergrowth. The feline’s normally sleek fur was gnarled and knotted after an overnight stay in the wilds of the island. Making her way on padded feet she sniffed the air and eventually found the trail to take her back to a life of pampered and well-fed luxury. The door to the inner sanctum was ajar, the smell of blood and sweat overwhelming. The kitty sneaked in past the guards who didn’t even give her a second glance.

Her master was entertaining himself by drawing patterns on the naked back of Faith Layer with a sharp knife. Miss Layer was suspended by her manacled wrists, blood dripping to pool at her feet, head bowed in agony. The vampire was enjoying meting out punishment to his second captive assassin, Kat Fellator having been dealt with earlier. The plaintive meow of the cat stopped Master Bates as he was signing his name with the sharp tip. He dropped the knife and stooped to sweep up the haughty cat.

“There you are Miss Pussy! Now what have you been up to?” The large hands picked at the leaves and twigs marring the fur, tutting and murmuring soft baby sounds at the wriggling creature. Faith Layer turned to see the unlikely sight, her eyes heavy and marred with pain and lack of sleep.

Still, she managed to raise a smile as the cat sank its needle-like teeth into the hand that fed it, and the vampire’s anguished scream echoed throughout the building……..

FINIS


So, there it is. Hope you liked it. Look out for Spike and Buffy Blond in their continuing adventures…………coming next Mr Kiss Kiss Gang Bang…………….