Spike kept watch through much of the night not bothering to awaken either Buffy or the Watcher. He was tired but too keyed up to sleep. He'd sleep after they got rid of the vampire, and Angel and his crew returned to LA where they belonged. It was nearly dawn when Wesley awakened and insisted on taking over the watch. Spike moved to the mat where Buffy slept and laid down next to her. He had given her his coat to use as a blanket and he slipped under it as he curled up around her warm body. Pulling her tightly against him, he breathed in her scent feeling himself harden just from being close to her. It had been far too many days since they had last made love and Spike ached for her.

Buffy became aware of Spike's body pressed to hers and slowly awakened. Wiggling back against him, she rubbed against his erection causing a soft growl to escape from deep in his chest. Turning her head she looked into eyes dark with desire and felt her own body answer. Spike slipped his hand up her body to caress her breast, flicking a thumb over her nipple, pinching and rubbing when it hardened. Buffy's breath quickened and she lifted her mouth demanding a kiss. Spike lightly slid his lips over hers and then outlined her mouth with his tongue.

"Spike," she whispered hoarsely.

"Want you, sweetheart."

A slight movement from Wesley reminded them that they weren't alone. Buffy felt a wave of frustration pulse over her until she heard Spike whisper, "Storeroom."

Pushing away from him, she sat up and said, "Wesley, Spike and I are going to check the storeroom to make sure that Willow has everything she needs for the spell."

Getting up they walked as calmly as possible to the basement door, opened it and stepped in closing the door behind them. The door had barely shut before Buffy had wrapped herself around Spike bringing his head to hers in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Spike grabbed her ass and pulled her tight up against his erection.

"Need you now," he growled thrusting against her, kissing her with desperate need.

"Downstairs," she gasped.

Kissing, touching, never separating, they somehow made it down the stairs and over to the far wall of the storeroom. Buffy pulled Spike's t-shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and thrust her hands up under it. Shoving the material up, she fastened her mouth on his nipples, licking and sucking while her hands roamed up and down his stomach and back.

Spike was able to stand the stimulation for a little while but then he grabbed her by the shoulders and thrust her up against the wall, kissing her savagely, grinding his hips into her, rubbing his hard-on into the juncture of her thighs. Buffy managed to get her hands between them and with shaking fingers began to undo his belt buckle. When it was undone, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and shoved her hand inside grasping his penis tightly and bringing a ragged groan from her vampire.

Spike pulled back from her and quickly undid the fastenings of her slacks, shoving them down and off. Grasping her thighs, he positioned her legs around him and drove himself into her. A sob escaped Buffy as she felt him enter her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly. Spike braced both hands on the wall on either side of her and touching his forehead to hers he began to thrust in and out of her hot, tight body. Each withdrawal was agonizingly slow; each thrust long and unhurried, bringing cries of pleasure from Buffy. When he could no longer stand the slow pace, he moved his hands down to grasp her legs to support her and increased his tempo, all the while pushing in as far as he could, angling so that he hit her sweet spot, kissing her mouth and neck. As they neared climax, Buffy hands moved into his hair and she pulled his head to her neck. Moving her head in invitation, she begged, "Please, Spike, do it."

Closing his eyes and trying to gather some control he gasped, "He'll know if I do, love. Angel. He'll know I've tasted you."

"Don't care," she moaned. "I'm yours, not his. Only yours. Do it. Please."

Her words enveloped him with such joy he nearly threw back his head and roared in triumph. His thrusts became harder, wilder; his arms held her closer, but he resisted the temptation her sweet exposed neck provided. Buffy was desperate for this connection, this joining that meant so much to them both.
Drawing his mouth to hers she kissed him with desperate need and then pulled his head back to her neck once again "Please, baby," she begged. "I need you. I need you in me in every way." Spike could never deny her what she wanted, and, oh god, he wanted it too. Shifting into game face he sank his fangs into her neck as he pounded into her. The waves of pleasure his bite brought her pushed Buffy into a tremendous climax. Spike lasted a few strokes longer and then, a growl erupting from his throat, he poured himself into her.

As they calmed down, Buffy slowly lowered her legs but clung tightly to Spike until she was sure her legs would hold her weight. She was in no hurry to move away from him though. As her legs gathered strength, she slid her hands down his back to cup the firm globes of his ass and hold him to her.
Leaning against her, he continued to lap gently at the tiny trickle of blood that seeped from the bite in her neck. Then raising his head, he claimed her mouth with his own.

At last they pulled back slightly and gave each other slow smiles of sexual satisfaction.

Spike cupped her face gently in one hand. "I love you, Buffy."

Rubbing her face against his hand, she smiled softly and said, "I love you too, Spike."

***

They cleaned up at the small sink tucked into a corner of the storeroom, dressed and returned to the training room. The collar of Buffy's jacket effectively hid the bite mark from view, but as soon as they entered the room, Buffy heard a growl come from the couch where Angel lay. Looking over, she was shocked to find him in game face, standing and moving unsteadily towards Spike. "You son-of-a-bitch," the elder vampire roared. "You bit her. Did you really think I'd let you force yourself on her like
that?"

Buffy stood in front of Angel and placed a firm hand on his chest. When he winced from the shock of the pressure against his wounds, she quickly removed it again but held her place in front of him.

"Angel, calm down. Spike didn't do anything I didn't want him to do," she told him quietly.

Angel turned gold eyes on her and snarled, "You wanted him to bite you? Is that how you get off now?"

Buffy stiffened and she felt Spike move to her side, more than ready to fight his grandsire. "What Spike and I do is none of your business, Angel," she told him coldly.

Angel looked at her in amazement, his face sliding back into his human visage, "I always thought you smarter than that, Buffy. Don't you see that by letting him bite you during sex, you're just making it easier for him to kill you when he's ready to?"

Buffy and Spike reacted as if they were using the same brain. Rolling their eyes, they groaned and shook their heads. It was eerie watching them react in so synchronized a manner. "Angel, for the last time," Buffy sighed, "Spike is not going to kill me. Spike loves me. And I love him. You need to accept it."

Now Angel shook his head. "Even if that's true, Buffy, even if the impossible has happened and a soulless creature as evil as Spike has somehow fallen in love with you, don't you see how dangerous it is to allow him to drink from you? What if he loses control? What if he drains you because he just can't stop himself?"

"He won't," was the simple answer.

"Buffy," Angel started again, but stopped when she held up her hand.

"Angel, this discussion is over. I trust Spike and he trusts me. What we do together is nobody's business but ours. And Spike never bites me unless I ask him to. I know what I'm doing. He knows what he's doing. So just drop it."

Angel looked at Buffy's calm, determined face and realized that he had indeed lost this battle. He was sure that sometime, probably soon, he would receive a call from Sunnydale informing him that Spike had killed Buffy, maybe even turned her. He would feel no pleasure when he was proven right, he told himself righteously. But for now, he washed his hands of the affair. Buffy was determined to throw her life away and there was nothing Angel could do about it except kill Spike. And he was in no shape at present to do that. Shaking his head, he returned to his couch and sank wearily down closing his eyes to hide from the sight of Buffy and Spike together. Unfortunately he couldn't hide from the scent of sex and blood that wafted from them.

Xander had awakened when the shouting started. He was surprised when he realized that he wasn't surprised to find out that Buffy allowed Spike to bite her during sex. For the few seconds that the Vampire Willow had had her fangs in his neck, it had been the most erotic thing he had ever felt. If he had a vampire lover that he trusted not to kill him, he couldn't imagine anything hotter that to have her drink from him during sex. Sensing eyes on him, he turned his head to see the young vampiress smiling at him sultrily. He turned away quickly even as he felt himself harden just from her look. He was glad he wasn't alone with her because he wasn't sure he could resist her seduction.

Wesley frowned as he listened to the confrontation between Angel and Buffy. He was certain that Rupert wasn't aware that his Slayer was allowing such risky intimacies from her lover. Wesley would take it upon himself at the earliest opportunity to inform Giles of this dangerous practice. Apparently Buffy needed to be protected from herself. That vampire really needed to be destroyed.

***

A taxi pulled up in front of the shop shortly before eight o'clock delivering Giles and an anxious Cordelia. Cordelia immediately made a beeline for Angel checking to reassure herself that he would recover, casting hate-filled glares at a mildly amused Vampire Willow. Willow and Tara arrived fifteen minutes later carrying several boxes of assorted doughnuts. As the gang ate doughnuts and drank tea, coffee, or blood, as taste dictated, they discussed exactly what to do to return the vampire to her own dimension.

"I'm not sure how we could do it, Giles," Willow was telling the Watcher. "I'm not familiar with the spell that Anya was using, and Tara and I couldn't find anything like it in the books she has in her dorm. I think it's best we wait until Anya comes to work and then we can figure out how to do the counterspell."

Glancing over at the prisoner, Willow felt thoroughly creeped out by seeing herself as a vampire. And not a little intrigued. She really did make one sexy vamp.

***

As soon as the opportunity presented itself, Wesley cornered Giles to inform him what had transpired that morning. Giles closed his eyes as if in pain when he learned that his foolish Slayer was allowing Spike to drink from her. He was well aware that biting was a common practice between vampire couples, but that Buffy would allow it disturbed Giles profoundly.

Buffy realized that Wesley was tattling on her as soon as she saw him talking to Giles. Well, so be it. She knew she was courting trouble when she had asked Spike to bite her this morning, but she had felt the need to reestablish the tight connection the two shared, and she had been aware of Spike's jealousy and insecurity whenever she had talked to Angel. Allowing him to mark her while Angel was there was the surest way she knew to prove to Spike that she loved him completely and chose him over Angel. However she now realized that it had been foolish. They had been so careful that no one suspected he bit her when they made love. Now it was out in the open and Buffy was afraid she had just put Spike in even more danger from her Watcher. She only hoped that she could make Giles understand why she allowed--no, begged--Spike to bite her.

Spike watched the two Watchers talking quietly together and immediately knew from the expression on Giles' face what was being said. Well, the shit was going to hit the fan now. He shouldn't have listened to Buffy this morning when they were making love, regardless of how much joy her words had given him, regardless of how much he had wanted to taste her. He knew that Angel would know. He should have known that Angel would be a big drama queen about it too. If he made it through the day unstaked, it would be a minor miracle.