Xander walked into the library where Willow and Oz were researching Vampyre Mating for Giles. Willow looked up and smiled as Xander walked in.

“So, who, finally had to take the tray of food upstairs?” She asked him.

“Actually we sent it up with that creepy cheese waiter. Man that guy freaks me out.” Xander told her.

“He’s like something out of a bad dream.” Oz agreed.

“Oh my goddess. Oh no.” Willow jumped up excitedly. “Xander, why didn’t you remember?”

“What? Will, what are you talking about?” Xander was alarmed at her behavior.

Just then a high pitched whine started echoing throughout the library. The noise was so high pitched it began to affect Oz, who started to Wolf out.

“What’s happening?” Xander yelled.

“It’s the houses defenses letting me know something evil is inside.” Willow yelled. “Grab some weapons, we have to get to Buffy.”

Faith had just run in the door at the sound of the alarm and heard Willow. “Grab me something, Xan. And you probably want to grab something for B, I don’t think she’ll be too happy at being interrupted.”



Buffy walked back into her living room from the kitchen. Spike was still lounging, naked, where she left him. She resisted the urge to jump on him, and instead set about finding her shirt.

“I’m getting hungry. Think they’ve left us any food yet?” She asked him.

“Haven’t heard anything, luv.” Spike was just enjoying the sight of her bending over naked. “Not that I mind the sight, but did you lose something?”

She shot him a half embarrassed look. “I was looking for your shirt to put back on, actually.”

At that he grabbed her and pulled her back down onto his lap.

“Now why would you want to cover up this delicious body?” He nuzzled her hair.

“Hmmm.” She murmured at the feeling of his skin against hers. “I don’t WANT to, but if I don’t get something to put in my mouth soon, it won’t be good.”

“I have something you can put in your mouth.” He practically purred in her ear.

She slapped his roaming hands away. “I meant food.” She sounded annoyed, but he could sense her amusement and her arousal through their bond.

Just then a loud gurgling noise erupted from her stomach. She turned beet red and buried her face against his shoulder, moaning. “Feed me.”

Spike sighed. “Oh all right, I’ll go. But you have to stay naked.” She nodded vigorously.

He slid her over the couch so he could stand up. When he was standing before her she ran her hands softly up his thighs.

“I thought you wanted food.” He accused her, his voice taking on the husky quality it did when he was aroused.

“I do. I just couldn’t help myself.” She blinked her eyes up at him innocently, while she moved her hands around to the back of his thighs. She moved them up and cupped his ass, using that to pull him forward she placed soft kisses over his stomach and hips. “Have I mentioned how much I love being able to do that?”

“You know you can do more than that right?” His voice sounded so hopeful, and she could see how much she affected him. It was staring her right in the face.

She pushed him away. “Food first, then we’ll see.” She handed him his pants.

He growled as worked at pulling them up. “Thanks, pet. This makes it so much easier to put on pants.”

“I’ve seen you do it before.”

“Glad to see it took you such a short time to make me your willing slave again.”

She stood up and put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. “You do this for me and I’ll be your willing slave when you get back.”

The look he gave her was pure evil and it sent a shiver of excitement all through her.

“Too right.” With that he walked quickly to the door and opened. He saw the waiter coming up the stairs from the floor below.

“Oi, looks like I don’t have to go anywhere Slayer, here comes your food now.”

Spike stepped out to meet the waiter. He heard Buffy yell “Yay, food.” as he closed the door behind him. No need for this git to see anything he shouldn’t.

“Thanks mate.” Spike crossed the small hallway and met the man at the top of the stairs, directly in front of the now fixed window Buffy had thrown him through the day before. “You saved me from having to leave my lady.” He told him as he took the tray from him. “She’s worked up quite the appetite…” Spike didn’t finish his sentence, the next thing he knew he was flying through the air and smashing into the wall behind him. The tray and the food went all over the floor.

Inside Buffy heard the loud crash when Spike hit the wall. She quickly located the shirt and ran out the door. She found Spike on the floor right outside the door, food and blood, from the his lunch, splattered all over the hallway.

“What happened?” She asked, alarmed.

“I think he figured he wasn’t getting a tip.” Spike told her, a little groggy, from that hit.

“Buffy, Spike!!” Willow, Oz and Xander ran down the hall from the opposite direction.

Willow stopped in front of them and started to chant a spell. It seemed to bounce of the man as if it was water.

“Its not working.” She yelled as he advanced on her. Before the others could get to her, he picked Willow up and threw her down the stairs.

“Willow.” Oz yelled as he dove around the intruder, after Willow.

“Here, B.” Faith threw Buffy a sword as she and Xander ran past her at the creature.

Xander held a large hammer he tried to swing at the creature’s head, but the creature just caught the weapon and used it to throw Xander threw the window.

Light came pouring in and Spike rolled quickly to avoid becoming flambé. Faith tried attacking the creature’s legs, in the hopes of it losing its balance and falling down the stairs. It caught her by her hair and just threw her to the side.

It focused its gaze back on Buffy and Spike and advanced slowly. Buffy was standing in front of Spike holding the sword out in front of her.

“You do know you’re interrupting my honeymoon, right?” Buffy asked angrily. She attacked with her sword, but it bounced right off the creature. She moved quickly to avoid its hands as it tried to grab her. “Not to mention the fact, that my lunch is now all over the floor.” She tried again to injure the still advancing creature, again, it seemed impervious to her attacks.

“I just fixed that window.” Xander yelled from behind. He brought the heavy hammer down on the creature’s head. It turned around and grabbed him by the neck and threw him on top of Faith who had yet to get up. The creature turned back to Buffy and Spike.

Spike was now standing next to Buffy, game face out and snarling. Buffy looked at him.

“Its too strong, our weapons aren’t even effecting it.” She told him desperately.

“Then we need more strength.” He growled.

“Its not like he’s going to wait for us to go have sex right now, Spike.” She told him exasperated.

“We don’t need to have sex.” Spike grabbed her and ran further down the hall away from the creature. The creature didn’t speed up after them, just followed at a steady pace.

Spike looked at Buffy.

“We can do this, pet. I mean its our gift now, right? Concentrate with me.” He told her.

“Concentrate on what? Not getting killed?” She yelled at him.

“No. Concentrate on being in me. Concentrate on the bond, on our connection.” Buffy closed her eyes and did as he said. She tried to ignore the blood thirsty creature bearing down on them.

She focused on the love she felt pouring into her from him. She could see him through the bond, she followed it in her mind’s eyes as he came forward to meet her.


The creature moved steadily closer to them. Willow and Oz and now made it back up the stairs and Oz took after it at a run. He leaped on its back, claws out attacking and ripping at its skin, but even his razor sharp claws had no effect.

The monster threw him back down the hall without even a backwards glance.

Then Buffy and Spike turned back to the creature. Their eyes glowed a bright teal color.

They stepped up to the creature and began punching him. With their combined strength they began to drive him back down the hall where it had come from. They didn’t break its skin, but they succeeded and driving him back.

The others who were trying to regroup at the end of the hall noticed the turn in the fight. When they could clearly see Buffy and Spike they were shocked.

Not only were their eyes glowing, but they seemed to be moving in perfect synchronicity, down to their steps.

“What is that?” Xander asked, slightly punch drunk.

“I’d say that’s what happens when you interrupt a Slayer on her honeymoon.” Faith answered him.

“Is that a side effect of the mating?” Willow asked Oz.

“I’d go with yes.” He told her.

By now Buffy and Spike had backed the creature almost the entire way back the hall. Neither one noticed that the light coming in from the broken window had no adverse effects on the vampire.

They hesitated unsure of what do to next, giving the creature and opportunity to grab both of them by the throat and lift them into the air.

They both growled dangerously and slammed their hands into the creatures chest with all their combined might.

The creature went flying back a few steps and his arms came out of their sockets when he didn‘t let go of them fast enough. As soon as the arms lost contact with the main body of the creature, they crumbled like stones to the ground.

Buffy and Spike both dropped to the ground when they were released from the creatures grasp. Buffy noticed she landed on the tray that once held her lunch. She picked up the tray and rushed forward, slamming it completely through the middle of the creature. His legs crumbled as his torso hit the ground. The torso and head appeared to still be alive as Spike came forward and ripped its head off.

As the last of the creature crumbled apart, Spike walked back to Buffy. They checked each other for injuries as the glowing in their eyes slowly faded to their normal color.

By now everyone in the house had heard the commotion and the hall and stairs were suddenly filled with people.

There were excited shouts coming from all around as people tried to figure out what happened.

Spike led Buffy back to Willow and Oz.

“Red, can you lot figure this out without us?” He asked her.

“Spike, that thing was after us. We should try and figure out who sent it.” Buffy protested.

“We are on our honeymoon, or probably the closest we’ll ever get to one.” He told her seriously. “Red is going to put up some extra wards on this floor and only Clem is going to be allowed up here to bring our food. Right Red?”

Willow nodded. “He’s right Buffy. We have a house full of people who can research this. You guys enjoy the time you have right now. If we find out anything urgent we’ll let you know.”

“Are you sure?” Buffy asked hesitantly. She felt like she was abandoning her friends with her problems, but at the same time she really just wanted some quality Spike time and 5 hours really didn’t cut it.

“I’m sure. I’ll go tell Clem to bring you up some more food now, Ok.” Willow assured her.

“Thanks, Will.” Buffy said wearily. “Are you sure you’re ok after that flight down the stairs?” Buffy asked her concerned.

“I don’t even think I had the chance to land before Oz was there.” Willow smiled fondly at the werewolf standing next to her protectively. Spike and Oz shared a nod, anything they had to do to protect the ones they loved.

Buffy wrapped her arms around Spike. “Yeah, these super human guys come in handy.” She said.

“Buffy, what was that thing you guys did with eye glowing and everything?” Willow just had to ask, her curiosity eating at her.

“I don’t know, just something we can do now. It doubles our strength and its like we’re inside each other, only there isn’t any ‘each other’ because we are one.”

Willow just looked confused.

“I really don’t know, Will. Sorry.”

“That’s Ok. We’ll take care of this you go relax now.”


Spike took Buffy upstairs right away. “Am I going to have to run you a new bath?” He asked her when they reached her bedroom.

“No, it has a heater to keep it warm.” She said.

“Good. You go put yourself in the tub. I’m going to go get you some food and I’ll be right back.”

Buffy nodded at him, she really was too worn out to think.

As she sat soaking in the tub she realized she really hadn’t slept for over 48 hours and she had barely eaten anything at all. She could feel Spike through their bond, he was annoyed at her for not taking better care of herself.

That brought a smile to her face. She could feel him inside her, even without him being right next to her, she could feel him. She was never going to be alone again.

She could feel him coming closer, she heard the door downstairs open and close. Then he was standing in the doorway with a tray of food for her.

“Red and your mini Slayers are cleaning up the mess outside. Harris is whining like a girl at having to fix that window again. No one has any leads on who sent Mr. Cheese man.”
Buffy just watched as he knelt beside the tub and uncovered the tray.

“What do we have good?” She asked excitedly.

“We have a hamburger and fries. If you are good we have chocolate cake for desert.”

“Oooh. Chocolate Cake please.” She demanded, more than asked.

“Not until you’ve eaten all of this.” He scolded her. “You are going to start to eat more regularly.”

Spike proceeded to feed her everything on the tray, making sure she ate every last bite.

When she finished up everything he stood up to go down to the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back with your chocolate.” He said.

“I don’t want the chocolate right now.” Buffy said.

“You don’t want chocolate. Are you feeling alright?” Buffy nodded.

“I want you in this tub with me right now. I’ve gone too long without being able to feel your skin next to mine.”

“Well in that case…” He slid his pants down and hopped in the tub behind her.

For a while neither one spoke, they both just stared out the window at the forest, enjoying the feeling of contentment they got from being close to each other.

“Spike,” Buffy broke the silence. “Did you notice when we were, uh, joined and fighting that thing, that the sunlight didn’t effect you?”

“No, I was too busy fighting to notice.”

“Do you think its only when we’re like that?” She asked hesitantly.

“Probably. I mean I am still a vampire. When we’re like that its like all of our strongest attributes come out. I think I would still fry in the sunlight.”

“Oh.” She said. He could feel the wheels turning in her brain.

“Buffy are you sure you’re ok with all this?” He asked her hesitantly.

“Ok with all what?” She turned in the water to face him.

“Me not being able to go out during the day, no children, all the rest?”

“How can you still doubt me after all this?” Buffy asked incredulously. “First of all who says I want to have kids. I mean I’ve spent the last few years of my life taking care of teenagers and I gotta tell you I’m not that interested in taking care of anyone else for a long time.
As far as the day light goes, I figure that gives me prime shopping time, while you’re asleep.”

He laughed. “All right then.” But Buffy could tell there was still something on his mind she could feel it clearly, however, she realized he would have to talk to her about it when he felt comfortable. She didn’t want to push him.

“We should get out before I turn into a prune.”

“You’d be beautiful, even as a prune love.”

They got out of the tub and dried off before he swept her up in his arms and carried her to her bedroom.

“I must say I like the décor you have in here. Very Mid Eastern.”

“I want to go there some day.” She said stretching out on her bed. “I think it would be fun to dress up in the saris and all the jewelry, maybe learn how to belly dance.” She told him.

“Well, that will definitely be someplace we go then.”

They lay on the bed for a few moments, Buffy could tell he was still distracted.

“Spike, I know there’s something on your mind. You can tell me, whatever it is.” She said, she ran her hands lightly over his arms.

“It isn’t something I wanted to say. I was just wondering…” He stopped unsure of how to continue.

“Talk to me. Please.” She looked into his eyes urging him.

“When we were in the woods and I saw all your memories, and you saw all mine…” Again he stopped unsure of how to continue. What was he looking for? Her acceptance of him killing, raping, and torturing people? Did he want her forgiveness? He just didn’t know. Buffy however seemed to understand.

“What did I think of your life? Did it color who I see you as?” She asked quietly. He nodded.

“Honestly, there was so much coming at me so fast, that a lot of it I didn’t get to process. There were some things I wish I hadn’t seen, I didn’t want to look at them too closely.” Internally she cursed herself for focusing on events that had to do with her, instead of seeing the total picture of him.

“That’s probably for the best then.” He told her, but she knew he didn’t mean it. He was afraid for her to look too deeply, as much as he wanted her to see him.

“No, it just means that now is the time for me to see.” He just looked at her with trepidation as she closed her eyes and began to access his memories now stored in her mind.

“You don’t have to do this.” He said, nervously.

She opened her eyes briefly. “Yes, I do.”

Then she was silent as she let the images come.

She saw him as a young boy watching his father walk away and blaming himself. Very much like she herself had done. He never let his mother see those thoughts, however, he just devoted himself to her comfort and care. He never wanted to see his mother sad or wanting for anything.

She saw him sitting alone in a room pouring over his poetry wanting to convey all the light and beauty he saw in the world into words.

She saw his hopeful, love stricken face watching Cecily cross the room, just waiting for the right moment to talk to her. His heart obviously hanging on his sleeve.

She saw Cecily’s painful rejection of him. She could feel how it tore him apart that she refused to see him.

She saw the stubborn determination of a young vampire who refused to let Angelus break him, no matter what. She saw Spike stand up to him again and again, never backing down even after being beaten, tortured and raped. Even more amazing was the fact that he had remained sane in spite of the horrible treatment.

She saw the vampires rampaging through Europe and was going to shy away from those images when she noticed something. Spike never took part in the torturing, at least not after the first incidents with the railroad spikes. The feeding and the murders, yes, but the torture wasn’t something he cared for, unless Angelus was demanding.

She could feel his excitement at facing the Slayer in China, the challenge of a worthy opponent, the one all vampires were supposed to fear.

She saw his pain when Angel became souled and abandoned them, then Darla followed after Angelus. Once again Spike blamed himself, thinking it was his fault for not being the vampire Angelus was, but he never let Drusilla know as he took care of her.

She watched the Master Vampire come into his own over the next century. Caring for Dru with a tenderness unheard of in vampires, yet still dangerous and cold enough to dominate any minions they had around at the time.

She saw the determination again when he escaped the Initiative. She saw him make the decision to live and come to her, even knowing she would probably dust him before giving him a chance to explain.

The images ran through her head coming faster and faster, finally she saw it all, she understood completely who the man and demon she was mated to was.

With a shiver and a gasp, her eyes opened wide to look at him. Spikes eyes were filled with trepidation and fear for what she had just seen. As much as he wanted her acceptance for who he really was, he had very little confidence she would be able to get past the murdering demon that he was.

He watched her intently for some indication of what was going on in her mind now and was surprised to see the shocked delight on her face.

“Buffy?” He whispered, confused. She moved up and kissed him deeply, staring into his eyes wonderingly with such desire and love. He could smell her arousal coming off of her, the sweet smell surrounding him. It almost drugged him with its sweet smell.

Her voice purred to him, husky with desire.

“I saw your determination.” Her hands lightly stroked up and down his arms, sometimes kneading his leans muscles. She brought one of his hands up to her face and stared at his fingers for a moment. She seemed to fascinated by the sight of it.

“I saw your strength.” She whispered softly. She rubbed her cheek against his open palm as she said this, her eyes closed in pleasure as she took in the sensation.

The smell of her desire, combined with the look in her eyes and her actions caused an intense reaction in Spike. He wanted her as much as he always did, but along with that was a warmth that reached deep inside his cold, dead body filling it with something close to life. The desire to be buried deep inside her was so sharp within him it was almost painful. At the same time the sheer eroticism of her actions made him unable to move. All he could do was to stare at her, throat dry, cock hard and pounding against his stomach.

He was reminded of some Opium induced games he and Dru used to play, but this languid experience left those memories in the dust.

Then Buffy started sucking his fingers into her mouth, moving her tongue sensuously around each one as if tasting him. The heat inside him flared bright, and he moaned her name loudly.

He finally got some control over his muscles and he moved the hand she wasn’t suckling on up to her breast, moving his thumb over her nipple. She moaned around the finger she was currently tonguing.

Suddenly she grabbed his hands and pinned them down at his sides. Surprise flickered through his eyes, but pleasure quickly replaced surprise as she just shook her head and lowered her mouth to his neck.

“I’m your willing slave, remember? Let me service you. Let me show you how much I love all of you.“ She murmured against his neck.

He purred deep in his throat when her mouth moved over the spot where she marked him earlier. She nibbled over that spot just hard enough to break the scab that had formed over it, licking up the drops of blood she spilled. His body jerked up at the sensation of her pulling at his neck.

Buffy put her knees over his arms to hold them down as she moved her hands up to caress his chest. Her warm hands moved over him as if memorizing his form through feeling. His hands gripped the sheets as he fought the urge to grab her and just plunge up into her. However, as unbearable as this torture was, he never wanted it to end.

Her hot breath tickled his ear. “I saw your love, your dedication, your passion.”

Her hand moved over his crotch, her fingers danced over his erection in cadence with her words.

“Buffy” He whimpered. Her eyes were locked on his as she carefully avoided any direct contact with his cock She moved her body down so she was straddling his thighs instead of his chest. Her eyes never left his.

She licked her lips in anticipation before lowering her gaze to take in the sight before her.

“Mmm, baby.” She moaned out as her eyes took him in. “You are so beautiful.”

His lust was raging out of control now, he could feel the wetness from her dripping down onto his thighs. He could also feel her excitement echoing his own through their bond. Her scent completely surrounded him and his mouth watered for a taste of her sweetness. His eyes begged her to let him move, let him touch her, taste her, bury himself in her.

She just smiled slowly at him and ran her eyes down over his body watching as he arched up to meet her gaze. His skin was flawless as marble, each lean muscle was clearly defined on his chest and stomach like he was chiseled out of some fine stone.

When her eyes reach his slender hips she bit her lower lip, squeezing her legs together. She felt a surge of lust just thinking about running her mouth over the spot right above his hipbone. She loved the feeling of his soft tender skin under her lips.

His flat hips framed his manhood that stood straight up from his dark silky hair surrounding its base. Her mouth began to water at the sight of his cock. She thought of all the different times he was inside her, how perfectly he filled her. She watched it jump and twitch under her eyes. She could feel need and desire running through him.

She looked up into his eyes.

“And you are all mine.” Her voice was so husky with lust her words came out as a growl and he moaned as they almost physically washed over him.

Then she lowered her head and licked around the head of his cock. The sensation had him begging and pleading with her. She ignored him completely just continued on intent on bathing every inch of him with her tongue. She lightly traced the veins running up his shaft with her the tip of her tongue before going back and licking him up and down like a lollipop. His entire body tensed and began to shake with his impending orgasm, but before it could come she moved off of his cock and started licking and sucking on his balls.

He lost all coherent speech at this point and just moaned continuously. Then she purred in her throat and he almost lost consciousness for a moment. She moved on again, moving lower worshiping his lower regions with her mouth as she moved. Her hands grasped his ankles and moved them up to his ass, spreading him open for her. She ran her tongue down the crack of his ass and nibbled her way back up to his balls.

Waves of pleasure had him shaking up and off the bed through all this. She released his ankles and held his cheeks apart and steady for her.

Animalistic cries and pants rang out through the room when she started rimming him. Unable to take any more of this torment his hands moved to grab her shoulders and haul her up so he could bury himself in her, but again she grabbed his wrists and pinned them, never even pausing the movements of her tongue.

Once she had his hands back under control she raised her eyes to his face. His demonic face was out and he was mindless with lust, his face was contorted with pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut. She moved up so her mouth was over his cock, while letting one hand slip down his ass.

He gasped and his eyes flew open when he felt her finger moving over his tight hole where her tongue had just been.

“Do you want to come, baby?” She asked him, her voice thick with her own arousal. He wasn’t capable of any speech and he couldn’t even nod his head because he was shaking too badly. He could only convey his need with his eyes.

“My beautiful, sexy love.” She murmured, then quickly swallowed his entire length at the same time she slid her finger inside of him. She sucked and swallowed mercilessly with moving her finger in and out of him rapidly.

He howled loudly and his cock twitched violently in her mouth as he came harder than he ever had before. Her body shuddered as she came along with him, the feeling of his cold seed all she needed to send her over the edge as well.

She raised the hand not buried inside him to his mouth. He immediately grabbed it and bit down on her wrist swallowing her blood as she swallowed him prolonging their mind blowing orgasms.

When he shot his last spurt into her mouth she carefully cleaned him up with her tongue before sliding up his body and taking him in her arms, his head pillowed on her breast. He was still shaking lightly. The intense physical and emotional experience had brought tears to his eyes. She had seen it all now and she still loved him, not only did she love him, but she accepted him.

He squeezed her tightly.

“Mine.” He whispered. She squeezed back.

“Mine.” She answered.

She kissed the top of his head.

“I love you, Spike.”

She felt him smile.

“I love you, Buffy.”

Together they drifted off into a blissful sleep.