Note: Thanks to my beta t_geyer for her unending patience, perseverance and support.

SECTION 4 - ANGELS AND DEMONS

We laughed a lot and we got blown away
You told me all about yourself
You said you didn't
Care for no-one else
Oh no (you said you didn't care;
Didn't care for no-one else,
No-one but yourself)

But I can tell you that
It just ain't true
I'm sure you love someone
And someone loves you too


(The Tourists)




Chapter 4.11
Thursday, June 13th, 2002


Spike scuttled backward, crablike, as Buffy flipped to her feet. As she made her way around the flames trying to reach Spike's side, she called out to him. "Pants, Spike!"

The vampire looked down, noticing for the first time the tide-line on the dark denim. His duster had kept the diesel flow off of his clothing for the most part, barring some seepage on his back and shoulder where it had been ripped in the fight. However, that part of his legs that had been exposed beneath the coat's hem had soaked up the fuel like a wick.

With a whump, the blond saw his most treasured possession engulfed in the flames, the leather crackling and shifting as it burned. Unable to help himself, he watched transfixed, one arm raised to shield his eyes from what he knew must come.

"Spike! Move your butt! It's just a damn coat!"

Buffy's voice called to him from the other side of a shifting wall of flame and Spike knew he had no choice. Raising his arms to shield his face and as much of his hair as possible, he leapt through the fire. Seconds later, shards of plastic and circuitry detonated outward from where the vampire's coat lay.

Buffy gave a startled yelp, even as she forced Spike to the ground, trying to smother the flames with her denim jacket. As she patted at his legs, Spike kicked off his boots and fumbled with his belt buckle. By the time he had his zip undone, Buffy took over. One swift and much practised yank ripped the already torn jeans from his body and Buffy threw them as far to one side as she could, which just so happened to be into the nearby flames. It took another few seconds for them to put out a couple of minor leg hair conflagrations before they took off, hand in scorched hand.

They skirted the fire, leaving the compound by the side that placed them furthest from habitation.

"What the hell were you carrying round in that coat? C4?" Buffy demanded, as they reached the perimeter fence, Spike taking particular care to avoid the barbed wire on top as they clambered over rather less elegantly than they had arrived.

"Cell phone," the vampire supplied. Buffy looked blank. "The battery. Guessin' you never read all the stuff about please dispose of them safely. Car keys, keys for your place, hip flask, ciggies..."

As Spike dropped to the ground the slayer didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the figure he presented. His shirt was tattered and caked with soot, long deep scratches clearly visible on his back and legs. It provided tantalising glimpses of his bare butt as he moved, and managed no more than a token effort at hiding his genitalia.

She settled for a token pummelling, fists not even hitting his chest hard enough to leave a bruise. "Don't you dare scare me like that again!" she berated him before pulling him into her arms.

"That was too damn close," she whispered against his chest.

"Well, I guess decapitation capability just became mandatory when we're out and about."

"Guess so..." The sound of distant sirens reached them on the breeze and Buffy extricated herself from his embrace. "We better get moving." Buffy considered for a while. "We've got a reasonable chance of making it to your crypt from here, but I don't think we can risk the more populated areas with you dressed like that. I'll call Wes and get him to meet us there with some clothes. Get him to pass on the bad news to the council."

"The crypt sounds like a fine idea. Reckon the phone call can wait a bit, though." Buffy looked down and realised that, even with both of them burned and battered and Spike in a ludicrous state of undress, Little Spike was undeterred. "You wouldn't want the watcher to find me like this."

"Spi-i-ike!" Buffy's moan came out as half reproach and half blatant need. This was undoubtedly neither the time nor the place, with police and fire engines already on their way, but as always the fight had lit a fire in her blood that her fear of losing Spike had only exacerbated. She needed him, needed that pulsing cock pounding into her once more, needed his fangs in her flesh, her teeth in his, their claim renewed before she could believe that he was still here, still hers. All of it showed in her eyes.

"Second thoughts... bugger the crypt." The area where they had found themselves would at some point be the school playing fields once more, assuming the fire didn't spread to consume the whole building. For now it was scrubland, distinguished only by the line of trees planted around the property line that had been there since before the old school building had been destroyed. Picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, Spike moved them just far enough to avoid the illumination that the raging fire provided. She had barely regained her feet when his hands on her hips pinned her against the nearest tree trunk.

His lips brushed softly against her navel as he kneeled to pull off each of her boots in turn. Experienced fingers deftly unfastened her jeans, peeling the denim downward. Embarrassment made her cheeks flare pink as he carefully slid her white lacy thong from her body. Any minute now the area would be filled with policemen, firemen or even just rubberneckers. "We have to phone Wes," she barely managed to gasp out as Spike's tongue traced slithering trails on her inner thigh. "They need to know about the girl."

"No one stopping you." Spike shuffled closer and hooked first her right leg and then her left over his shoulders.

"Oh fuck!" Buffy was unable to stop her muttered comment as she found herself supported only by Spike's shoulders and the tree trunk at her back.

"I plan to." The vampire braced his arms against the trunk and Buffy instinctively opened wider, one hand tangling in his hair, the other trying to find purchase on the wood behind her as his tongue probed her nether lips, taking teasing swipes along either side before he finally spread her open. He licked away the juices that seeped from her quim, savouring the salty taste before lapping his way up to her inner lips where her clit stood proud as he pushed the ruby flesh apart.

Buffy's jacket already lay on the ground at the foot of the tree. She hadn't put it back on after using it to smother the flames and all she wore was a tissue-thin halter neck top, but still it was too much from Spike's point of view. Needing his arms to support her, and with his mouth otherwise occupied, it fell to Buffy herself.

"Undo your top, baby," he practically hummed against her clit, making her even wetter. While he waited for her to obey his instruction he nipped and sucked at the sensitive bud until Buffy wanted to scream. The sirens were closer now and she wondered if they would drown out the sound of her voice if she did. Her fingers fumbled with the button at the back of her neck, almost all her concentration on the sensations Spike's tongue was producing. Finally the lightweight fabric parted, falling around her waist in two whisper-soft wings.

"That's it, baby. My beautiful girl." Spike uttered sotto voce encouragement as Buffy cradled the full creamy orbs in her hands, massaging them gently at first and then rolling the already hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger. As she squeezed them tight, Spike drove his tongue deep inside her. Her orgasm was instantaneous, but the vampire probed inside her until he found that sweetest of spots, teasing and stroking it to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible.

After long minutes, the quivering and spasming of her muscles finally slowed, leaving her limp and boneless. Spike lifted her, supporting her weight with his palms under her thighs as he brought himself upright. His hard body pinned her against the solid wood of the ancient tree as his mouth closed over hers, teasing at first but rapidly deepening the contact when she willingly reciprocated, licking her own salty cum from where it had spilled over the vampire's chin. Buffy ripped at the remnants of the shirt he wore, buttons popping off in all directions as she pulled it open so that the trail of kisses and bite marks she planted along his jaw line could continue lower, allowing her to finally suckle on the scar that marked him as hers.

His dick surged up into her, resting in place when it reached her innermost depths, its cool smooth touch soothing the conflagration inside her and for the sweetest moment she lifted her head to savour the look she knew would fill his eyes before she mouthed the words she knew would have him pounding her already bruised back against the wood. Her tongue snaked out to lick her lips before she mouthed the two little words. "Fuck me..."

Spike didn't hold back as Buffy wrapped her legs around him. Each massive thrust drove the breath from Buffy's lungs leaving her gasping for air as she spoke the words she knew would drive him to the edge, interspersing them with his own.

"...So fuckin' hot..."

"...Only for you, my Big Bad... "

"...Oh, baby, squeeze it tight..."

"...God, deeper, Spike...Just there... Oh god, just there..."

"...Can't hold it, Buffy. Gonna cum, gonna fill you so full..."

"...Change, baby. Want it all..."

"...Oh fuck..."

Buffy sank her teeth deep into his flesh, finding her scar with prefect precision as if it called to her. With a muffled roar and the grinding of bones that accompanied the change Spike followed suit as his seed spilled deep inside her with one long cooling spurt.

Still clinging tight to each other, they sank first to their knees and then slid over onto their sides as the vision washed over them.