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Rebel Prince by facingthesun
 
Chapter 8
 
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Chapter 8

The sound of the doorbell woke them the next morning. Buffy had to hit Spike and force him to let her go. He grumbled words Buffy couldn’t hear and turned over onto his stomach. Rolling her eyes, Buffy put on her robe and went downstairs to open the door.

‘Xander’, Buffy smiled and held her robe close with her hand.

He waved and gave Buffy a note.

‘We have leads,’ the note said. ‘Come to Woodward Lecture Hall at noon for more info.’

Buffy smiled and nodded. ‘Later.’
***

Buffy watched Spike as he slept and decided she loved his messy hair. She admired him as he continued to sleep, his mouth open slightly and hugging the pillow that was under his head.

I love him, she thought, feeling her heart tighten. Instead of feeling panic or sympathy for herself, Buffy felt a rush of pride. He loves me, he’s my vampire...and as soon as I can ask him, he’ll be my vampire boyfriend. When she dropped her robe, she was certain that Spike’s mouth seemed to twitch but he never opened his eyes.

After hiding back under the covers, Buffy kissed the top curve of his ear and waited for a response. When he did nothing, Buffy climbed onto his back and lay on top of him. She kissed his shoulders and played with his hair until he rolled over abruptly, causing Buffy to fall off of him and onto the bed. She grinned as he hovered above her, his eyes shining.

‘Good morning’, he said.

‘Hi.’ With her hand close to her face, she gave him an innocent wave.

Spike smirked, rubbing his body against hers.

Buffy eyes widened, feeling his erection against her thigh.

He winked and ground his body against hers again. Her gasp was cut short when Spike gave her a deep, slow kiss. Before their lips parted, Buffy snaked her hand between them and circled the shaft of his cock. He bucked his hips out of surprise and looked dazed as she stroked and petted him. Spike struggled to keep their kiss alive until he exploded, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Buffy smiled, kissing his satisfied face as she held it between her hands.

‘I love you’, she said, even though she lacked a voice.

‘I love you.’ He made his way down her body; squeezing and caressing all the skin he could get his greedy hands on. Buffy squirmed as he kneaded her inner thighs and dug her fingers into his hair when he came face-to-face with her core. Closing her eyes, she waited to feel his finger. She jumped in surprise, when his tongue licked her folds. Her face turned red out of embarrassment, experiencing new sensations for the first time. She tugged on his hair and tried not to squeeze his head too tightly with her thighs. Each time he playfully brushed against her clit, Buffy thought she was in heaven. Spike had to cup her ass and reposition her a few times after she wiggled away; overcome by how good he was making her feel.

‘I love this guy,’ was Buffy’s last coherent thought before he brought her squirming into climax.
***

After taking their seat, Buffy wrote: ‘Sorry we’re late, it’s Spike’s fault.’ When she showed the message board to Giles and her friends, they nodded and Spike smirked proudly. Buffy elbowed him teasingly and gave him a wink. They pulled their eyes away from each other as Giles cracked his knuckles and pressed play on his boom box. Creepy, Halloween-type music filled the air and the Watcher lowered the lights so he was dramatically lit, standing at the head of the class. As Giles put up his first transparency on the overhead projector, Spike put his hand on Buffy’s knee.

--Who are the Gentlemen?--

‘Stop,’ she wrote on her board.

Spike shook his head and stole her marker. ‘No.’

--They are fairy tale monsters--

Buffy looked up, sat up straight and decided to ignore him. She was glad that her friends were spread out evenly in the empty room. Xander was on the stairs, Willow was on the front row and Anya was next to her, eating popcorn. Sitting two rows behind the others, Buffy knew that none of them could see as Spike pulled up the hem of her skirt.

--What do they want?--

Now I know why he dressed me in this, Buffy realized, her heart pounding. She glared at him as he stared ahead, pretending nothing was happening as his fingers blindly traveled to the apex of her thighs.

--Human hearts--

Giles made an impatient tapping noise, noticing that her eyes weren’t on his drawings. Buffy mouthed ‘sorry’ and covered herself from chin down in Spike’s jacket, shielding the fact that Spike had just pushed her underwear aside. She shifted as he tickled the lips of her opening.

--They come to town--

Buffy took deep breaths, concentrating on Giles’s amusing and gory drawings as Spike’s finger slid in and out of her wetness.

--They steal all the voices so no one can scream--

Thank God for that, Buffy thought, biting her lip. Her eye started to twitch as she inched closer to her orgasm. When I can talk, I’m going to yell at him so, so much over this.

--Then...--

Buffy closed her eyes after Giles put up a gruesome picture of the Gentlemen ripping out a person’s heart with their hands.

--They need seven; they have at least two--

Buffy held the arm of the chair tight and tried to discreetly wiggle her hips in time with Spike’s hand. Squeezing her eyes tighter, Buffy came hard, accompanied by an incidental kick to the seat ahead of her. Buffy blushed as all eyes turned to her. With Spike’s finger motionless but still deep inside, she acted causal and wrote, ‘How do we kill them?!’ on her message board. When she showed her question, she sighed as Spike slipped away. In the corner of her eye, she could see him sucking on his finger.

--In the tales, no sword can kill them--

--But the princess screamed once...and they all died--

Willow raised her hand and showed Giles a CD, asking if playing a recording of a scream would kill the demons.

Giles motioned for her to wait and then he changed the transparency.

--Only a real human voice will do--

Willow threw up her hands and pouted.

‘How do I get my voice back?’ Buffy added three exclamation points.

--Buffy will patrol tonight--

Spike grinned seeing the drawing of Buffy on the big screen. He touched Buffy’s hand as she wrote: ‘Buffy and Spike will patrol tonight!’ She drew little stars around his name and underlined it.

Giles rolled his eyes when Buffy tapped and shook her board. The Watcher pointed to the group and held up a book.

‘More bloody research,’ Spike grumbled as the others made their way out of the room. Buffy continued to sit, wrapped in his jacket and a pout on her face.

‘He hates you,’ she wrote.

‘So what?’

Buffy took the marker back and bit on the cap, not sure what to say.

Spike erased the board with his hand and stood. He took back his jacket and pulled her skirt so it covered her legs. Taking her hand, he helped Buffy to her feet.
***

Spike glared at Xander and he continued to tap his pen against the table.

‘I’m going to kill him,’ Spike wrote on Buffy’s notebook. They were sitting around the table, looking for a way to get their voices back.

Xander sped up his movements, tapping louder.

Before Spike could pounce on Xander, Buffy grabbed the pen from her friend’s hand and tossed it across the room.

‘Thanks, pet.’

‘Welcome.’

‘Why does the demon-girl get to take a nap?’

‘I don’t know, you wanna take a break?’

Spike smirked and wiggled his brow.

‘Not that kind of break!’ Buffy wrote, blushing. She looked nervous as he leaned forward. Shaking her head, she pulled back. ‘They’ll see.’

‘So?’

‘Spike,’ she pleaded. Searching the room, she saw that none of her friends were paying them any attention. After licking her lips, she kissed him sweetly on the corner of his mouth. She smiled and kissed him again when none of her friends looked in their direction. Spike was pulling her into his lap as Giles tapped on her shoulder.

Buffy froze and gave Spike’s lip one last lick before facing Giles.

‘Hi.’

Giles gave her a disapproving glance and sat at the table.

‘Uh oh,’ Buffy said, getting off of Spike’s lap.
***

As Spike opened the refrigerator, he bumped into Giles.

‘When Buffy saves the day and gets our voices back, we’ve having a confrontation,’ he told the Watcher, shaking his finger and scowling.

Giles gave him a dirty look and left the kitchen.

‘Yeah, that’s right, run off.’ Spike puffed up, grabbing the mug that Buffy had pre-poured for him. He grinned at her thoughtfulness. Instead of waiting to warm it up, Spike drank down the cold liquid. Due to his hunger he shifted into his vamp-guise and wandered towards the television.

‘Where’d Buffy go?’ He wondered, walking past Anya, who was still sleeping on the sofa.

‘Aw, fuck.’ Spike slurped the last swallow, spilling blood onto the carpet. He kneeled and looked at the stain. With his head down, he didn’t see Xander charging towards him.
***

‘Spike!’ Buffy tried to warn him but it was useless. Xander tackled Spike to the ground and hit him several times. Buffy charged and got in the middle of the men. She took most of Xander’s blows because she thought he was out of line, hitting Spike who couldn’t defend himself.

Their roughhousing woke Anya, who was confused to find them the three of them on the floor.

Seeing Anya, Xander jumped to his feet. ‘I thought,’ he pointed to Spike who had blood on his lips, ‘You’re alright!’

Anya wrinkled her nose as Xander hugged and kissed her. Then it dawned on her that Xander thought Spike had hurt her and that Xander was defending her. Touched, Anya smiled. Buffy and the others looked as she made a fist with one hand and slid her finger in and out of it.

‘You wanna?’ she motioned towards the other room.

Xander nodded and they left, holding hands.

‘Are you ok?’

‘Yeah.’ Buffy leaned back against Spike’s chest. ‘He hits like a girl.’

Smirking, he allowed her to wipe the blood off his lip. ‘I didn’t do anything.’

‘I know.’ She watched, infatuated as he licked her finger clean. Buffy frowned and noticed that Xander had managed to cut the corner of his mouth. Carefully, she brushed her lips against the wound.

‘Patrol now?’

‘I need to change.’ She pointed to her skirt and he nodded.

‘I’ll help. Let’s go.’

Buffy smiled as he pulled her up and dragged her to the door. Buffy ignored Giles who was watching them the entire time with a scowl on his face.
***

Buffy gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She grinned madly as Spike bumped into everything as he carried her around the Summers’ living room. Pulling on his hair, Buffy caught his attention and pointed at the chair. He nodded and sat. Buffy wiggled in his lap as she pulled off her shirt and bra in the same movement. Before she knew it, her skirt was bunched up and her underwear was torn off.

‘You ripped it?’ Buffy pouted, taking her mouth away from his neck.

‘Sorry.’

Buffy quickly forgave him once his zipper came down and she lowered onto him. Her eyes fluttered due to the pleasure of him filling her and she let out a slow exhale once he cupped her ass and controlled their thrusts. Alternating between kisses and licks; she tasted all of the skin that was within her reach. Letting out a silent scream, Buffy came and then watched as Spike did the same a few thrusts later. Not wanting to move, Buffy kissed him until she feared that she had turned blue. Spike held her and played with her breasts until the flush left her cheeks.

‘We need to go.’

‘Must protect the masses.’ Spike nodded in agreement but he was not quick to move.

Buffy knew he felt the same emptiness that she did once she reluctantly got out of his lap. ‘Get weapons while I change?’

He nodded, pulling her in for one more kiss on her nipple. Buffy gave him a little grin before heading to her room.
***

Buffy motioned for Spike to give her the large weapon. When he refused, she stomped her foot and pinched his arm. Spike just continued to walk with a smile on his face and the crossbow in his hand.

‘Stupid vampire,’ Buffy said and considered kicking his ass. She stopped once a number of Gentlemen and their lackeys glided past on the street. Before she could get Spike’s attention, Buffy was knocked to the ground by one of the minions. She flipped the first on its back but was attacked again from behind.

Spike heard Buffy’s struggle and joined the fight. He kicked and snapped the necks of all the demons except for one because Buffy stopped him before he could kill it.

‘Let’s follow him.’
***

Buffy held up her first finger, then her second, and on the third, Spike charged through the entrance to the clocktower. Once inside, Buffy was shocked to see Riley there and fighting off lackeys with a number of electronic gizmos. Seeing his outfit, Buffy ran to Spike, who was still in vamp-face.

‘Change!’

‘Huh?’

She pulled down his face, making sure Riley wouldn’t be able to see Spike in the corner of his eye. ‘Change!’ She poked him in the face and Spike got her message. They had to break away once the minions of the Gentlemen started to attack them as well as Riley.

Electric blasts, arrows and dead demons were flying everywhere until Buffy had the last of the cronies in sight. Without a second thought, Buffy swung on a rope through the air and kicked it with all her strength. Riley stood, eyes wide and jaw down as the body broke through a heavy post and into a shelf. Buffy wiped off her hands and turned as Spike was pointing at her.

‘Mine,’ he said, giving Riley a dangerous look.

Biting her lip to hide her smile, Buffy started up the stairs and the men followed her to the upper level.
***

Before Buffy could focus on the room, she was kicked and taken off guard. She was then held captive by two of the lackeys. She tried to struggle but their hold was too strong. Buffy was able to look over her shoulder to see Spike and Riley both fighting off their own group of demons. Trying to stay calm, Buffy whipped her head around to see three of the Gentlemen floating towards her, each with their own scalpel. She started to thrash more seeing, in the background, a table with seven jars, five with hearts in them.

One for me and one for Riley, she thought, gritting her teeth.

Once the Gentlemen were within reach, she tried to kick at them but she stopped once a shot of electricity hit one of the demons and an arrow went through the eye of another. With the distraction, Buffy was able to flip in her restraints and break free to help Spike who was being bombarded. Taking the hold of two minions, she slammed them into each other, making both collapse. Catching Spike’s eye, she asked if he was okay.

‘Over there.’ He quickly pointed to Riley who had just been stabbed by a Gentleman. Gasping, Buffy headed towards him, killing lackeys as she went. Weakened by his wound, Riley could barely fight back as he was grabbed around his neck and on each side. Buffy fought until she was caught again. Struggling, Buffy moved from side to side until she saw a little box that was next to the jars of hearts. Her eyes widened, recognizing the box from her dream.

‘Spike!’ Buffy jerked her head in his direction and saw that he was still under attack. Needing to make noise and get Spike’s attention, she jumped up and down until his head shoot up. He ducked and blindly ran to her side. When he started to hit the demons that had her bound, she shook her head and pointed towards the table with her foot.

‘Box! Box!’

‘This?’

Buffy nodded frantically, seeing that Riley’s chest already had been cut. ‘Break it!’

With a silent growl, Spike busted the box by throwing it on the floor. Thin lines of mist came from it and once the mist reached her mouth, Buffy started to scream and her voice was heard. She felt overjoyed but her excitement died down once the goons around them started to explode. Her screams caused each of the Gentlemen’s heads to burst, spreading green slime throughout the room.

“Buffy stop,” Spike said, shaking her gently. “Now that you’ve got your voice back, I want you to keep it.”

“Ew,” she whined, her voice raw. She looked at her outfit and none of it was free of the slime.

“You alright?” Spike looked at Riley who was shaking off layers of goo from his face and hair.

“Been better.”

“Haven’t we all?” Smirking, Spike glanced at his clothes. “Guess I missed out, yeah?”

“Oh shut up,” Buffy said, tears in her eyes. “This is the nastiest thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Let’s go and I’ll hose you off.” He grabbed her hand, ignoring its dirtiness. “GI Joe can find his own way home, right?” Spike led Buffy downstairs, not caring about Riley’s answer.
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