Betaed by Maria and Flight Of Fancy.


Xander, Willow, and Angel had waited for Buffy to come out of the Bronze. They were hoping to catch her alone, but if Spike was still with her, they were prepared to deal with him too.

When the manager closed and locked the doors to the club, they knew that Spike and Buffy had eluded them somehow.

The stake that Xander had been holding ready for Spike was pocketed, as he bent down and helped Willow up. She had tried to catch a little sleep while they waited for Buffy to come out. Together they went around the building to meet Angel, who was waiting at the front entrance.

“Have you seen them?” Xander asked Angel, his bad mood showing.

“They must have snuck out somehow.” Angel sadly shook his head. “He’ll kill her. That’s what he does; he kills Slayers.”

“Can’t you use that nose of yours and lead us to him?” Xander pulled out his stake, playing around with it and pretending to stake an invisible enemy.

“There’s been no sight or smell of him...nothing to follow. Spike seems to have vanished into thin air. I’ve been on the alert for him since we were escorted from the club.”

Though clearly exhausted, Willow spoke up. “We could do a locator spell.” She reached out to lean against the wall. “The books and everything else we would need are in the school library.”

“And there’s nobody to interrupt us. The school is closed now. We can get in through the tunnels.” Angel began walking in the direction of the school. Xander and Willow followed at a slower pace.

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“Hey, what’s happening?”

Buffy tightened her arm around Spike’s waist. “It’s okay, Honey. I know where we are.” She squinted her eyes and looked into the fog.

Spike turned his mate so she was facing him. “Mind telling me what’s going on?” He rested his hands on her shoulders.

She smiled and kissed him, both arms still around his waist. “The Powers That Be want to have a word with us.”

“If they want to talk, then why are we here in all this fog? Where the Hell are they?”

“He has spirit. I like him.” The voice came out of the mist.

“Not bad looking either. She chose well.”

Spike and Buffy both turned to where the voices seemed to originate.

“We work for the Powers That Be. We bid you welcome to this realm, Eternal Ones, Judges on Earth.” The couple in Grecian robes paused to look at each other, communicating without words. “For now.”

“Thank you. It’s been a while since I was last here.” Buffy’s voice was bland, and her facial expression was carefully neutral as she looked the blue and golden beings over.

Spike had noticed Buffy’s tone of voice. There didn’t seem to be much love lost between his mate and the two confronting them now. “What do you mean, ‘For now’?”

“That is why you have been brought here. Your life is full of possibilities, but it is up to you to choose your own path,” the glittering male said. “Would you please join me for a view of the future, Mr Pratt?”

“We get to see what the future holds for us?” Spike asked with a big grin at Buffy, as he moved towards the male, one arm wrapped around his mate. He stopped, surprised, when she didn’t move with him. “Buffy?”

“This is just for you. I’ll wait here. Go.” A quick kiss on his cheek, and then she pushed him toward the Oracle.

When the vampire was close enough, the male clasped Spike’s arm and the place they were in swiftly morphed into a big room where two large chairs could be seen, sitting on a raised platform. Then, two previously unnoticed doors across the room from the chairs opened inwards, and the room began to fill with both humans and demons, all chatting among each other.

Suddenly, an invisible wave spread through the crowd, with people bowing their heads and moving to make a path from the doors to the chairs. The crowd seemed to hold still in silence, patiently waiting for something that Spike could not see. He craned his neck above the crowd, trying to find the cause of this strange behaviour. What he saw wasn’t something he had expected. He saw his beloved Buffy, and himself, walk through the crowd and sit down on the ornate chairs.

“This is what you are: Judges.” The Oracle took Spike’s arm again, and they moved on to another place in time.

By the time they had moved through several places in time, Spike was starting to feel dizzy. He wanted them all, every future he had seen...and not just for himself, but for Buffy.

“You said it was up to me. How? What can I do to make it all come true? Please?” he asked, tears clouding his vision. Spike would do anything, even beg.

“You’ll have to feed from your mate.”

Spike was shaking his head. “No, no...I can’t do that. With time, it will kill her. Sometimes I have to drain two or three people in one night to get enough blood to calm my demon’s hunger.”

The glittering being placed a soothing hand on the vampire’s shoulder. “Her blood is magical. A few mouthfuls taken when you pleasure each other will suffice, though more would be better.”

“Are you serious? You think I can survive on two mouthfuls of blood from my mate? And what about when the blood lust overcomes me, and my demon drains her dry?”

“Your mate is special, and even if you do drain her, she will live on. Just remember, her blood and none other for survival.”

“She’d never allow it.” Spike’s shoulders slumped.

“You will be surprised at what your mate is prepared to do for you.” With that, Spike’s surroundings blurred again, and then he was back in the first room, where he had started his journey.

Buffy and the blue female were sitting at a small table, drinking cups of tea. When Spike entered the room, Buffy got up and moved to take him in her arms, carefully checking him over for any signs of harm or distress. “Are you okay, Spike?”

The vampire’s arms enfolded her, holding her tight. With his face in her throat, he inhaled deeply. “Yeah, I’m fine. You?”

“I’m good, now that you’re back.” She tightened her arms around his waist. A human would have found her affection painful, but Spike enjoyed it.

“Will you do it?” Buffy asked, whispering softly while rubbing her cheek against his chest.

Spike pulled his mate out a bit from his body, wanting to see her eyes. “Do you know what they showed me?”

She nodded.

He swallowed, and then he asked, “Do you want it?”

“All of it,” Buffy said, nodding her head again, wanting to make sure that Spike understood what she was saying.

“You’ll let me feed off you?”

Again, she nodded. “I will. As much and as often as you want to.”

Spike looked at her with astonishment.

Buffy moved her hands up and down his back. “I enjoy your bite,” she confessed, blushing heavily.

“Is that right now,” the vampire teased, tongue curled behind his teeth, eyes darkening.

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Entering the library the next day, Giles was met by a tired group that hadn’t closed an eye all night. “What’s going on here?”

“We’re trying to find Buffy. She disappeared from the Bronze last night. Spike’s taken her.” Willow returned to her book.

“She’s probably dead,” Xander commented, as he shoved a donut into his mouth.

“I hate to say it, but it’s her own fault. I did warn her,” Angel grumbled.

“She’s probably safely asleep in her bed at home.” Giles was dismayed by the sheer bull-headedness displayed by the Scoobies.

“I’ve checked.” Angel kept his nose in the book he was currently scanning. “Her room was empty, the bed untouched.”

“You ass! How dare you upset Joyce by going back to her home?” Giles was furious.

“Relax Giles. Joyce didn’t know I was there. I just looked in through Buffy’s window.” If vampires could blush, Angel would have been red. Instead, he continued to hide his face in the book he was holding.

“I see,” the Watcher ground out from between clenched teeth. “Playing Peeping Tom again, were you?”

“Does it matter how he knows? Buffy isn’t at home, and my spells haven’t been able to find her.” Willow was getting agitated. She needed sleep, badly. “You could do the spell this time, Giles. I think I’m just too tired to get it to work for me.” She turned pleading eyes his way.

Giles walked across the floor in a swift motion, took the book out of Willow’s hands, and closed it with a loud bang. “I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear, Willow. You were to do no further unsupervised magic.”

Willow jumped up from her seat and looked up into Giles’ cold blue eyes. “I have to save her. Spike might torture Buffy, or even turn her.”

“Let me make a call.” Giles took the book with him when he walked into his office, and closed the door behind him so the Scoobies couldn’t listen to his phone conversation. A few minutes later, he reappeared. “Buffy is fine. Clean up this mess and then leave my library. Go home.” He gave the book back to Willow. “Do not for one minute think that we are finished here, Willow. There will be consequences for your untrained use of magic,” Giles informed the young witch. “Be on time for your classes.” Without another word, the Watcher turned his back on them, walked into his office, and closed the door, ignoring their questions.

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When Buffy and Spike woke up, they were still intimately connected. As their eyes met, it was easy to see their desire leap from slow-burning embers, to roaring flames that demanded immediate action on their part. There was no hesitation as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Slowly, Spike moved his pelvis around in subtle circles, causing them both to groan at the feeling. The stimulation of Buffy’s clit was rapidly building her up to an incredible orgasm.

Spike ground his teeth, feeling like a schoolboy, struggling to hold back his load.

It didn’t take long before they were pounding into each other. Buffy’s legs were slung over Spike’s back, her fingers twisted into his hair. She was relentless, searching for Spike’s mouth as if he were her sole source of oxygen.

Spike kissed her back with the same craving. They couldn’t get enough of each other, couldn’t get close to enough. They would never have enough.

The pair renewed their claim as they finally came together. After licking his mark closed, Spike rolled onto his back, pulling Buffy over with him. He refused to leave the comfort of her body, her blood keeping him erect inside her warmth.

Buffy wiggled slightly on top of her mate, trying to get into a more comfortable position. She really had to relax and just let her legs fall open, trusting that her body would stretch to accommodate Spike’s generous proportions. She could have simply moved off him, or let him slip from her body, but she wanted to be as close to him as possible.

The morning came. For a moment, Buffy thought it had all been a dream, but then she felt Spike, still securely held within her body. She smiled blissfully. After a long, loving gaze at her mate, Buffy closed her eyes and just enjoyed being close to her other half. She snuggled into him and breathed in his scent.

It was then that she noticed that Spike’s chest was vibrating under her. When Buffy felt the small shaking, she became confused and shifted herself until she could look up at her vampire’s face. Spike seemed to be asleep. A watery smile graced her face, as she lay her head down again. Spike’s demon was purring. In his sleep, the content vampire tightened his arms around her.

Sometime later, it could have been five minutes, or five hours, Buffy woke again. Her body was on the brink of an orgasm. In her dream, Spike had been going down on her, pushing her around the bend and back again. Lonely for him, she reached out, only to discover that her mate wasn’t beside her. Confused, she opened her eyes.

Buffy shrieked as she felt a rough tongue slowly teasing her clit. With her upper body resting on her elbows, she looked down between her thighs. There he was, her mate, lips glistening with her juices. With a mischievous smile, Spike leaned down and gave Buffy’s clit another lick, keeping his laughing blue eyes on her.

He kept on teasing her with light strokes, not giving Buffy what she wanted. She was thrusting her pelvis into his face, trying to force him to put pressure on her clit and push her over the brink. Her voice rose in the quiet of the bedroom, as she begged Spike to end her torment.

The pleading didn’t get her far. When she finally took a firm grip on his hair, holding him to her pussy and demanding that he finish her, he took pity on his lust-crazed mate. It didn’t take much for Spike to bring her over. As he did, he thanked his lucky stars that he didn’t need to breathe. Her thighs were squeezing so tightly around his ears that she would have crushed his skull, had he been a mere human.

When Buffy eventually relaxed, Spike crawled up her body and sank deeply into her warm canal. The invasion made Buffy cum again, her pussy convulsing around his cock. He moaned into her neck, holding her tight, as they rode it out.

“Oh God, to have this every night...it’s Heaven.” Buffy wrapped her legs over the small of Spike’s back and crossed them.

Spike chuckled into her neck, before he started to lick the mark that showed the world that she belonged to him.

“Ohh...God...what?” Buffy closed her eyes in ecstasy once more. His licks surged along nerves that ran directly to her womb, setting off a series of mini-orgasms.

When she finally returned to Earth and was able to focus again, Buffy met Spike’s twinkling blue eyes. His knowing smirk was met by a lazy and satisfied one from her. Her hands grabbed his head, pulling him down to her so she could kiss him once again.

The movement of Spike’s hips remained slow and shallow, not changing until he neared his own end. No longer soft and easy, Spike altered his angle of penetration and pressed his pubic bone into Buffy’s clit with each move. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off his release for long, but he was determined that Buffy would fall at least once more before he went over himself.

This time, when Buffy came, she was determined to bring Spike along for the ride. Roughly, she turned his head and then, fast as a snake, she bit him and kept on licking her mark. Buffy discovered his had the same effect on him as it had on her. After his first orgasm, he kept spurting in small eruptions, one after another, until he passed out.

Bending her head, Buffy could just reach far enough to place a kiss on his nose, before she turned them both over onto their sides. Spike’s head tumbled down onto her arm. Buffy forced a leg between his knees and placed his arm around her waist, and then smiled and closed her eyes.