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No Rest For the Wicked by SMS by slaymesoftly
 
Chapter Eight
 
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Chapter Eight
 
Spike walked over and slammed the wooden door closed, muttering to himself about putting a lock on it.  When he turned around, Buffy was holding her bag of clean clothes and staring at him, a worried expression on her face.
 
“Maybe you’d be safer at my house,” she said. “I don’t like the idea of leaving you here by yourself all day.”
 
“Can’t say I’m real fond of that idea myself,” he snorted “The ‘by myself’ part anyway.” He gestured to her burden. “But I’m guessing the mood is ruined and you’re about to tell me you have to leave...”
 
“I am. I really do need to go to class, and I don’t want to spend the rest of the day carrying my clean laundry around with me.  I’ll be done for the day by early afternoon and I’ll come back. ‘K? You can get some sleep while I’m gone.” She paused, her expression worried.  “Have you eaten?  Do I need to bring you some blood?”
 
He put his arms around her, ignoring the bulky barrier between them, and kissed her forehead.  Dropping his arms before she could accuse him of trying to wrinkle her clean clothes, he stepped back.
 
“I’ll be fine, love. Brought some supplies back with me, so the fridge is stocked. I could use some kip, though, so I’ll just go back to bed and be waiting for you there....”
 
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Just get some sleep. We might have things to do tonight.”
 
“I’m countin’ on it,” he said with a leer, laughing when she snorted and shook her head.
 
“You’re incorrigible.”  She began to open the door again, struggling a bit with her armful of clean clothes and smiling when he rushed to open it for her.  “A lock might not be a bad idea,” she said.
 
He nodded. “Already figured out what to do,” he said. “But I’ll leave it easy to open until you get back. Then we’ll lock it up and I’ll show you the other way to get in and out of here.”
 
“Okay, well don’t get dusted while I’m gone.”
 
“Think it’ll be okay, love. His mate didn’t look like he was very interested in coming back, and I suspect they’re having a chat right now about what your ex is planning.  Might be his buddies will talk him out of it, or stop him somehow.”
 
“I hope so.” Buffy’s tone indicated she thought Spike was living in a dream world, but she smiled her encouragement.  “See you later.”
 
“Yes you will,” he said, licking his lips lasciviously. Reminded that while Spike was hiding at her mother’s she’d found out the hard way that he slept naked, Buffy blushed and glared at him. 
 
“You just be awake and dressed when I get here,” she said, her face bright pink, as she walked out into the sunshine. “You hear me, Spike?”
 
“Can’t hear you, Slayer. Door’s closed,” he shouted as he pushed it closed behind her. 
 
Laughing with him, Buffy used her hip to close the outer door before walking away.
 
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After dropping her clothes off at her dorm. Buffy met Willow at the campus coffee shop.
 
“Hi, Wills. Hey, Tara.” Buffy smiled her greeting as she joined them in line. “Do we have time for this?”
 
“I think so,” Tara said. “My class isn’t for another forty-five minutes and yours starts after mine.”
 
“Good, I could use some caffeiney goodness.”  Buffy gave her order and walked to a table with them.
 
“What’s up?  Did Spike come back?”
 
“Yeah. He’s back, but Riley’s still talking about staking Spike and getting himself bitten by strange vamps.”
 
“What about that? Does Spike know anything about it?”
 
“Oh yeah.” Buffy smiled her thanks as Tara went up to get their drinks. “Wait’ll you hear this.”
 
Buffy waited until Tara came back with their drinks before filling them in on what Spike had told her about bite houses and “good” bites.
 
“Wow.... you think you know your hometown....”
 
“I know, right? I mean, I’m the Slayer, and I didn’t know there were people getting bitten on purpose.”
 
“What are you going to do about it?”
 
Buffy frowned. “Haven’t really thought that far.  The creepy thing is that Giles obviously knows about these places, or at least he knows they could exist. I mean, it’s my job to slay vamps, right? So shouldn’t he have told me about these places?”
 
With her usual shy reticence, Tara offered, “Maybe, if they aren’t hurting anybody....”
 
“How do we know that? Just ‘cause Riley thinks he knows something. I heard Giles tell him it was dangerous...”
 
“I wonder how he knows that....” Willow’s gaze was more thoughtful than curious, and Buffy gaped at her until Willow noticed it.  “What?  It’s not like we don’t know Giles used to play on the wild side.”
 
“Okay,” Buffy shuddered. “There’s a thought I’m not going to be able to get out of my mind....”
 
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As soon as classes were over, Buffy ran to the Magic Box to talk to Giles about the latest from Riley. 
 
“So, that’s the deal. He’s still pissed off that Spike is alive and helping me, I guess.... “ Buffy frowned when Giles broke into her musing.
 
“Buffy, you’re not a child, nor are you that foolish. Riley isn’t angry because Spike helps you slay. Whether correctly so or not, he is jealous that Spike seems to have replaced him in your affections and he thinks if he gets rid of Spike....” He grimaced.  “I’m not sure what he thinks will happen, but from the look on your face when you mention his attempts on Spike’s life, I’m fairly certain it will not be the reaction he’s looking for.”
 
Buffy sighed her agreement. “Okay, fine. He’s pissed off because he thinks I dumped him for Spike. Which I didn’t... not really. I mean I dumped him because he tried to kill Spike, but not because I was already....” She trailed off, remembering her reaction to seeing Spike with the slutty redhead and the things they’d admitted to each other in the Bronze ladies room.  She sighed again. “Okay, maybe he was seeing something I wasn’t. But I don’t know why he would think killing Spike would make me come running back to him.” She raised her gaze to meet his.  “Sometimes I think Riley doesn’t quite get the whole ‘slay’ part of Slayer.”
 
“Well, let’s hope he has no reason to find that out the hard way. If his friends cannot convince him not to pursue his latest idea, perhaps Spike can spread the word that the Slayer would take it amiss if she found anyone indulging Riley’s wish to explore his dark side.”
 
“Would that work?  Would nobody bite him if they knew I’d be looking for them?”
 
“I’ve no idea. Up until now those vampires who are willing and able to meet that particular need have probably remained beneath your radar. They don’t hunt, and probably know what you are and how to stay away from places they might run into you.  Finding out that you know about them and their activities is going to be frightening enough. The knowledge that you would be less than happy with anyone who obliged Riley’s obsession should be enough to keep them away from him.”  He frowned. “You never know, though. It may depend on how hungry they are, or how stupid.”
 
“Most vamps are stupid,” Buffy snorted. “That’s how they get to be vampires.”
 
Giles nodded his agreement. “Quite so. But not all of them are. More than a few become vampires because they want to – or thought they wanted to at the time.”
 
“All right.” Buffy stood up. “I just wanted to bring you up to speed.  I’ll patrol tonight, and maybe have Spike show me where those bite houses are. Just so I know.”  She cocked her head at him.  “Why aren’t you telling me I have to kill them all? Isn’t that what I should do if I find a nest full of vampires? Burn it down or something?”
 
“In a perfect world, yes, I suppose you should.  And thereis an inherent danger in the practice, obviously.  Not all vampires are going to have the self-control required to stop drinking before they have gone too far.”
 
“So, why aren’t you telling me to burn them down?”
 
Giles didn’t meet her gaze as he mumbled his reply.
 
“What? I couldn’t hear you.”
 
“I said, you must do what you feel is right. These places have always existed, and no doubt always will. I’m not willing to suggest that you should not take them down, all I can do is tell you that others will pop up in their place.”
 
“Why does that sound kinda familiar?”
 
“Because it’s the excuse you usually hear when the public are demanding that unsavory activities others enjoy be made illegal or that existing laws about them be more strongly enforced.  People will indulge their vices. They always have and they always will.  And as long as that is true, there will always be those willing to provide the services.”
 
“That doesn’t make it right, Giles!”
 
“No. It does not. But I am much older than you and I’ve long since learned there are some things worth fighting and some not.  Which are which is a decision everyone must make for him or her self.”
 
“They’re vampires, Giles.  They bite people! I’m the Slayer. I slay vampires!”
 
He was silent, waiting for her to acknowledge the two old vampires still walking around – one of which had bitten her. He could see on her face when she realized why he was silent.
 
“Well, they’re different....” she muttered.  “And I have killed them – or tried to. The Powers brought Angel back from the hell I sent him to, and Dru dragged Spike out of the fire when I left him there under an organ... and he was wearing the Gem of Amara when I staked him.” She stopped to wave her hands around in the air. “And Drac.... who the hell knows? He finally stayed dust after I kept staking him, but I’m pretty sure he was faking it just to get me out of the house.”  
 
“Ah, I’d forgotten about Dracula. So there are three old vampires walking around unstaked.  And life goes on.”
 
“Angel and Spike are special,” Buffy said, her lower lip indicating she was planning to be stubborn about any suggestion that they shouldn’t be walking around.
 
“They are,” he agreed.  “And yet, in their day, they were responsible for many, many deaths.  Which, to the best of our knowledge, is not true of the bite house vampires.”
 
“So what are you saying? Leave them alone? Let them keep biting people? Let them bite Riley?
 
“I’m saying, just as you allowed Angelus back into your life after he returned from the hell he so richly deserved, and just as you did not stake Spike when he became helpless, this is your decision to make.”
 
Buffy glared at him. “Do I get to choose when you tell me what to do and when you don’t? ‘Cause I’m sure I can come up with other situations....”
 
He gave her a fond smile. “Given that it rarely matters whether I tell you what to do or not, I hardly think you need to make a list.”
 
“Fine.  I’ll check them out, but if I don’t like what I see....” She walked to the door, throwing over her shoulder as she opened it, “By the way, Willow thinks you probably know all about bite houses from your Ripper days. Is she right?”  Without waiting for an answer, she giggled and pulled the door shut behind her, leaving Giles with a horrified expression on his face.
 
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She was still giggling quietly to herself when she reached Spike’s crypt and pulled open the outer door.  After she pushed through the inner wooden door and turned to close it, she saw that Spike had installed heavy metal supports on either side of the door, and a substantial-looking wooden bar was leaning against the wall beside it. With a smile, Buffy put the bar into place and patted it.
 
The only illumination was the flickering light coming from the now-open entrance to the downstairs, and Buffy approached it carefully as her eyes adjusted to the shadows. She peered over the edge, her gaze going past the candle to the immobile body lying on the bed. Spike was sprawled across the mattress, his pale skin tinted a light coral by the mix of soft candlelight against the red of his sheets.  The top sheet was just barely covering his groin area and legs.  She couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her at the mouth-watering sight below her.
 
She was so busy admiring Spike’s bare torso that it took her several minutes to realize his eyes were open and he was smiling at her.
 
“See anything you like, love?” he asked, his normal cockiness somewhat mitigated by the trace of hope she could hear under it. He shifted his body, bringing his arms behind his head and giving her a good look at both his biceps and the trail of brown hair disappearing under sheet.
 
Smothering the “guh!” that almost escaped her mouth, she smiled. Two could play at this game... She licked her lips as she ran her eyes up and down his body, but couldn’t smother her gasp when the sheet immediately tented in front of him and his eyes darkened.
 
“You’re playin’ with fire there, Slayer,” he growled as he started to throw the sheet back.
 
“Eep! Spike, you’re naked!”  She scrambled back from the edge, landing on her butt facing the opening. Her eyes went wide when Spike’s head appeared almost before she’d finished sliding.
 
“Pretty sure you already knew that,” he growled, continuing to emerge from the hole. “If you didn’t want the reaction you got, you should have knocked politely and asked me to wake up.”  When he was almost halfway through the opening, he reached for Buffy’s feet and yanked her toward him, putting her legs around his waist and holding them there.  “Don’t play games with me, Buffy.  I love you, and I would never force myself on you, but I’m still a demon. And I want you so bad I can hardly walk most of the time. It’s one thing to control myself when I know I have to hide my feelings, but don’t expect me to do in the face of that kind of teasin’.”
 
In spite of his strong words, he made no attempt to pull her any closer, just let go of her legs and waited, hands resting lightly on her hips, for her to make a move. Buffy could feel the slight trembling in his body; she shook her head and bit her lip. 
 
“I’m sorry, Spike,” she said, touching his face with her hand and smiling when he closed his eyes and leaned into it. “That was uncalled for... and stupid. But you know you were teasing me. I was just trying to play the game.”
 
“Know you were, love. I’m sorry. Should’ve known you thought you were just flirting.” He sighed, turning his head to kiss her palm.  “Been a long time since I had to woo a woman. Seems like I may have forgotten how to do.”  He held her hand against his mouth and planted another open-mouthed kiss on it letting his tongue just barely caress the skin of her palm.
 
“I think you’re doing just fine,” she gasped, leaning toward him. “I don’t think you’ve forgotten a thing.”
 
“It may be comin’ back to me, now that I think about it,” he murmured as he ran his mouth up her arm until he was nibbling on the side of her neck. “You’ll let me know when you think it’s working, won’t you?”  Without waiting for an answer, he moved his mouth to hers and began to tease her with quick, open-mouthed kisses that stopped just short of passionate.
 
Surprising them both, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kisses.  Spike’s arms went around her and she was soon plastered against the body she’d been admiring a few minutes ago.  The only thing between Spike’s hard cock and her now-damp thong was the denim of her jeans. She ground herself against him while he pushed back and murmured his need.  Buffy quickly realized that she could no more stop herself from continuing what they were doing than he could, and she whimpered her dismay when he pushed her away.
 
Before she could utter a more coherent complaint, she found herself flat on her back on the floor with Spike tugging her unzipped jeans down her legs as best he could without falling off the ladder.  He pulled one leg off and let it flop while he lowered his head and bit through her thong. With his face in her suddenly pantiless crotch, Buffy could only thrash her head back and forth at the sensations he was creating.  It took him only a moment to send her arching off the floor and calling his name as she shook with the force of her orgasm.
 
She was still lying bonelessly, upper half on the floor, legs dangling beside the ladder, when she felt Spike pull the other leg of her jeans off, letting them drop to the floor below. He tugged gently until she was close enough for him to pick her up and jump gracefully to the ground with her.  He walked to the bed, falling backwards onto it with Buffy lying on top of his naked body.
 
“I forgot you weren’t wearing any clothes,” she murmured for lack of anything more coherent or important.
 
“I’m about to remind you,” he said, his chuckle shaking her body as he pushed her up. “Sit up for a second, love.” He rose with her, causing her to slide onto his lap, his cock sticking up between them. Ignoring for the moment how close it was to where he wanted to put it, he began to help her out of her shirt and bra, pausing when he got them off to sigh at the sight of her taut, tanned body.
 
Buffy’s hand grasping the thick column in front of her brought his attention back to their position.
 
“As good as that feels, love,” he said as he grabbed her hips and raised her up, “got somewhere else it wants to be right now.” He lowered her, letting her choose how long it would take to get herself fully settled upon him.  Buffy closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy every bit of the slow slide onto his cock. Spike’s “Ahhh” when he was in as far as he could go was matched by Buffy’s sigh of agreement.
 
They were still for a moment, their foreheads touching, just getting used to the feel of each other and enjoying the way they fit together. When Spike shifted his weight under her, Buffy experimentally squeezed, smiling when his eyes rolled back and he groaned in appreciation.
 
“Oh, Buffy, love. Like that, sweetheart. Knew you’d be like touching Heaven...” His hips canted up as he put his hands on her and held her in place while he pushed into her. When she responded with more squeezing, his words became an incomprehensible mixture of vulgarities and flowery praise. Pulling her down so he could kiss her, they once again got so lost in the kisses that they almost forgot what the rest of their bodies were doing. But not quite...
 
With a quick flexing of his body, he rolled them over so that Buffy was gazing up at him. Smiling at her, he began to rock his hips.  “You can drive later, love, if you want to. Right now, I want to shag you into next week.”
 
“I can’t do that,” she whimpered, rising to meet him thrust for thrust. “I have a test on Friday....”
 
He gave an appreciative chuckle and leaned in to kiss her again.  With their mouths fastened together, Buffy’s arms and legs holding him tightly against her body as they moved in ways as old as humanity, but new to them, it took only a short amount of time to send them both shuddering into a blissful conclusion. 
 
“Wow,” he gasped, still collapsed on top of her.
 
“Wowie, wow, wow,” she agreed, letting her legs drop to either side of his, but making no attempt to push him off.
 
“I didn’t mean for that to be so fast,” he murmured into her neck.  “I can do better.”
 
“Don’t hear me complaining, do you?”  She wriggled beneath him as she felt him swelling within her.  “But if you want to prove it....”
 
“I’m on it. Hold on to your hat, Slayer.”
 
Her giggle was the only response as she flipped them over and sat up.  “Did you say something about letting me drive?”
 
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