Watching You

By PassionFish










Angelus looked up at the light in the window above him then back down at the dead girl at his feet. Soft music floated down through the open window and he could hear Buffy moving about her room; preparing for bed. He waited until the light had been switched off and the music turned down low before scaling the tree outside her room. He watched from the roof as she drifted off to sleep. When her breathing became even, signifying her being in a deep, unlikely-to-be-woken-from sleep, he moved into the room, sitting down on the bed next to her.



He had repeated this ritual every night for nearly two months. Ever since he had come up to her room to leave a picture of her and had found her in the throws of some dream. A very erotic dream. The vampire recalled that night with

eerie clarity.



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Every night had been the same since then, and the vampire was torn between wanting to rip off her clothes and take her, or rip out her throat. So instead he took a happy medium and did neither, thus condemning him to this nightly torture.



Tonight, however, something was different. The scent of arousal, usually only picked up by his vampiric senses, was stronger - filling the room. Intrigued, Angelus waited. He watched as her hands roamed her body, though tonight they seemed more daring and sensual.



From her heartbeat and the noises she was making, Angelus could tell that she was more aroused then he'd seen her before. Her hips rocked harder against the bed and her nipples were erect, pushing up against the thin material of the silk chemise she was wearing.



She murmured something, and Angelus' brow creased. She couldn't have said what he thought she just said. No. Impossible, must be bad blood or something. Returning his thoughts to nearly climaxing girl in front of him, he watched as her face suffused with pleasure, her entire body arching up into her imaginary lover.



She whimpered a name, only louder this time, her head turning; baring her neck.



"Spike!" She rolled over on to her front, drifting deeper into slumber, a content smile plastered on her face, her heart slowly returning to normal.



Angelus practically tripped over his own feet in his hast to leave the room. His movements were jerky as he walked back to the mansion, smashing a car window with his fist as he passed it, flinging the dead girl through the now open window.



His anger was palpable as he entered the mansion, and the minions scattered in fear, all feeling the waves of anger flowing from him. Spike rolled into the main room, he too felt the anger bouncing from his grand sire but wasn't phased in the slightest.



He smiled sarcastically at Angelus, saying with mock-caring in his voice, "Angelus! Have fun? Kill the slayer yet?"



At the sound of her name the older vampire, morphed, allowing his anger to envelope him and he grabbed the lapels of Spike's jacket hauling him from the confines of the chair and up against a wall, "Bloody Hell! What the fuck..." his question was interrupted.



"What did you do to her?" Angelus demanded, his voice barely above a growl.



Spike's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Who?"



Angelus growled again, "Buffy." he stated.



"Huh?" Spike asked, clearly perplexed.



"The slayer."



"Oh, the slayer!" Spike replied, breathing his words in an unneeded sigh of mock-relief, then he became serious once more as Angelus' words sunk in,

"What do you mean, what have I done to her? I'm in a bloody wheelchair, thanks to the bitch!"



Unthinking of what his words might be admitting, Angelus replied, "She's dreaming of you."



Spike's eyebrows raised, "Of me killing her? Well, you know Angelus I have done two, she's got more to worry..."



"No, not killing her." The dark haired vampire cut in, in a low voice, his eyes flashing yellow.



Spike looked at him for a moment then began laughing as he caught onto what his grande sire must have meant. The laugh turning rather hysterical over the thought that the cute, blonde slayer was having erotic dreams about him.



Loving how this turned the tables on Angelus, making HIM the jealous party, Spike patted Angelus on the back in a conciliatory gesture, "Sorry, mate! Guess all the brooding finally did you in! Just goes to show that it doesn't matter what you do to that hair, you''ll..."



With another dangerous growl, Angel dropped Spike in his chair and stalked away, throwing over his shoulder, "Stay away from her, boy."



Watching Angelus leave, Spike chuckled. Maybe it was time he paid the slayer a little visit.



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Buffy was walking through one of Sunnydales 42 cemeteries, twiddling a stake in her hands, "Here, vampy, vampys!" she sang quietly into the night. Even though it was kinda late, or early depending on how one looked at it, she didn't want to go home.



For some reason she had a feeling, akin to her spider senses, that she had been watched last night. She felt danger, and didn't feel like returning to it. Ironic, that she felt safer in a cemetary.



"Come on! Some of us are bored! Would a little action be too much to ask?" she pleaded with the open air.



"Not at all, cutie!"



Came a northern accent from behind her, she cringed as she felt arousal flood her system, turning she spoke, "Spi-"



She was cut off by his mouth decending on hers. She felt him pluck the stake from her fingers and she absently noted that it dusted a newly risen vampire behind them. His lips were soft against hers as they massaged them open, his tongue diving in to sweep with hers, pulling it into battle.



Buffy moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Memories from her dream the night before flooded back to her and she moaned again in anticipation, rubbing her scantily clad body against his lean one. Recalling her dream-Spike's reaction she sliced her tongue on one of his rapidly sharpening canines.



She heard him purr once, sucking on the cut, the sound resonating through her body, warming her from the inside. As his tongue continued it's plunder on her mouth, she felt herself weakening, sagging against him, the feelings he was invoking with his talented lips and tongue were incredible, making her wet and wanting.



All because of a kiss.



She circled her hips against his erection and he groaned as he felt her heat through his jeans and her skirt. Sanity shot through Buffy and she jerked her head back, "Fuck! No, let me go, we can't do this!"



Spike's arms stayed tight around her, "Of course we can..."



"I love ANGEL!"



"AND I LOVE DRU!" He shouted at her, shaking her, then added in a quieter voice, "You don't always fall in love for what's best for you."



Buffy stared at him, his head down low, eyes full of pain and something responded from deep within her. Shared sorrow pierced her and she leaned up on her tip-toes and pressed her soft lips to his.



He responded violently, his mouth devouring hers. She finally pulled away for breath, and he spoke again. "Sometimes you want what you shouldn't have..."



She nodded, her eyes soft and languid, "I want you."



He leaned down to kiss her again, his hands tightening on her body.

He moved one hand from around her waist, the other holding her to him, and slipped it up her top to caress her unrestricted breasts. He cupped one, testing its weight before running his thumb over the hardened nipple, switching hands he delivered the same treatment to the other breast.



Buffy moaned throatily once more, filling her lungs with deep breaths as he moved to her neck, trailing kisses, nipping and licking his way down. He swirled his tongue in the hollow of her throat, causing her to arch her hips involuntarily, her actions bringing a deep growl from his throat.



One thought pierced her pleasure-laden brain and she spoke, her words coming out as moans, "Spike? My mom's away, lets go to my place."



Lifting his lips from her neck, he grinned at her and lifted her in his arms, chuckling at her laughter-filled squeal of his name and carried her the short distance home.



Angelus was waiting out side Buffy's window, close to the back of the house, smoking a cigarette he'd taken from his last meal. He glanced once again at his watch, wondering where the hell Buffy was.



Then he heard her, giggling, laughing. He'd never heard her so...carefree and happy. Walking to the front of the house he saw the door close, frowning he walked back outside Buffy's bedroom. Looking up at the window he saw it being shut, and heard the lock click closed.



He watched as small lights lit up the room, candles he presumed. He continued listening to Buffy's light laughter and was shocked to hear it being suddenly cut off, the noise turning to a low moan.



He knew that moan. He remembered that moan. He knew that he was walking a very thin line, but he didn't care. She was HIS. He would go in, tear her lover apart, fuck her, then leave. Yeah, that’s what he would do.



He's still Angelus for fucks sake, master vampire. So maybe this was his one vice.... His thoughts paused, as did his actions as he realised that this thing with Buffy was rekindling his humanity. He was about to go kill one of her friends instead, when he heard her scream as she reached orgasm..



Enraged, the vampire practically busted through the front door, flying up the stairs. When he came to her door, he stopped, suddenly unsure how to begin - knowing he needed to savour the moment. He paused outside the door for several moments, thinking of all the ways he would torture whichever whelp was behind the door.



Grinning evilly, he darted downstairs and grabbed various knives and spikey (no pun intended) objects - designed to hurt, to torture, for pain. He moved back up the stairs with new purpose, excited about his mission.



He walked into the room, almost hoping it was Xander, saying, "Well, Buff - you remember what I said if you were ever unfaith..."



His voice trailed off at the purr, which rolled around the room. His eyes darting to the bed he was met with the sight of naked Buffy spooned into naked Spike's chest. Buffy was dosing off, he absently noted, and Spike was nuzzling the tender mark on her neck.



At the sight of the slayer, his Buffy, with another vampire's bite mark on her neck,

Angelus' powerful rumbling growl filled the room, the sound almost rivalling that showing the contentment of the blonde vampire.



Spike forced himself to remove his face from the slayer's neck and his sated, glassy eyes met the angry ones of his sire and he smiled evilly, "Well, Angelus, nice surprise. I figured I'd solve your little problem." his eyes darted to Angel's crotch, then smirking at the obvious bulge and coughed mock politely.



Buffy snuggled back in her half dream state, slightly oblivious to the rest of the room - she was still riding the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. Spike's gaze followed his Sire's to the still naked girl and he grabbed the blanket,

covering her from Angelus' straying eyes.



At his actions Buffy smiled and Angelus' growl upped a notch. Buffy growled

slightly at the noise and blindly reached for the stake on the bedside and threw it at Angelus, it just missed his heart.



Spike was chuckling at his sire's face, and Angelus looked both hurt and pissed. "Angel, get out of my house, we've gone over how you're not welcome here." Buffy said, her sleepy eyes moving to Angel.



"And Spike is?" Angelus growled, again unthinking of how his words could be answered.



Spike ran his tongue over the bite on Buffy's neck, causing her to shiver and she responded by arching into him,



"Yes." she replied breathily. Angelus growled, pulling out the stake embedded in his chest and threw it at Spike.



Spike watched the stake wide eyed as it flipped head over tip towards him, aiming directly for his heart. He absently wondered if he would be able to catch it in time. Before the stake hit its mark, Buffy caught it.



Pressing a kiss to Spike's lips she raised her eyebrows at the stunned vampire, "God, Angel. Jealous much?"



Infuriated, the vampire hurled the two knives in his hands at the couple, who both caught one. Growling again, this time in frustration and anger with a bit of pain from his injuries mixed in, Angelus practically flew from the house, slamming the door shut behind him.



Buffy and Spike both sat staring at the door for some time, before Spike snapped out of his stupor and chuckling, brought his head down to Buffy's kissing her deeply. He loved the feel of her tongue against his, her body against his.

Such warmth, so soft and yet so powerful. Ironic that all the while Angelus was trying to kill her, the wanker had wanted her.



Well, she was his now. His slayer entirely, she just didn't know it yet. But no bother - she would.



Soon...



The End