III - Damn Bugs...

AN: Getting closer...

And a big thanks to Aribelle and Jessica, my betas. Dominatrix betas who like whips... *whimpers and spells out HELP with her finger on the glass* roflmao



Xander ran from the crypt like his ass was on fire. He paused once he was outside the cemetery to catch his breath and let his brain compute a bit of what happened just then. Buffy... she didn't seem to even know who he was and she had called Spike her mate. Yeah, something was definitely up.

He rested his hand on a mailbox as he caught his breath. That's when he noticed the thick substance all over his hand. It was on his other hand, too. Gawd, it looked like blood.

His eyes shot back over his shoulder in alarm. It must have been all over Buffy; he hadn't been able to see it in the dark. It made him wonder what else he had not been able to see down there. This was definitely not good and he needed to get this straightened out FAST.

*****

As soon as Xander left, Spike went over to be bed and sat down next to Buffy. He reached up and released her wrists from the chains so she could sit up. His hands moved over her, checking to see if her struggling with the whelp had done any damage. He paused, wondering why he cared. He was just taking advantage of her confusion to get in some good shagging, right? He growled, remembering the surge of protectiveness he had felt for her both when the vampires had attacked and when her wanker of a friend had come running in.

Buffy sat up and pushed her hair out of her face, still caked with blood like her clothes. Her wings shook as if trying to get rid of the stuff then stretched. "Okay, you had your fun... NOW can I have a shower?" She tilted her head with a sigh. "I don't feel all sexy like this." Her wings drooped.

He gave her a pout and crawled closer. "I think you're the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on. All covered in blood like some warrior goddess an' in that half-naked get up... an' lookin' oh-so properly shagged..." His tongue curled behind his teeth as he leered at her.

She rolled her eyes and pushed him away, then gave him a coy look. "You're telling me you wouldn't enjoy getting wet and wild?"

"I got a hose out back," he continued to tease her. He loved getting her riled up. Her eyes lit up and her cheeks flushed and... he was going to stop thinking such sodding poncy things. Now!

He grumbled inwardly. Shagging her senseless was supposed to be getting this... this whatever it was out of his system, not making him even more hard up for her. Denial. Denial was good when it came to his feelings for the slayer. It was better just not to let his brain go there at all. Now... if it would just listen to him... both his "brains"...

"Well, okay... if you want everyone else around to get a peek of me showering naked." She batted her eyes at him sweetly and her wings fluttered as well.

He growled, jealousy filling him hotly. No... not jealousy... what did he care...

"No," he said a bit gruffly, annoyed with himself, and went over to the far side of the underground chamber. He yanked open a curtain and behind it was a shower more like one seen in a science lab. A pipe came down from the ceiling and a large shower head was affixed to it. He pointed to the valve in the wall. "Only got cold, pet. That's all a randy vampire like me needs."

She nodded slowly and got up, heading towards him as something nibbled at the edge of her consciousness. She wasn't sure she saw anything around here that looked to be hers... except for some make-up on one of the tables. Maybe it was upstairs. She hadn't gotten a good look around upstairs. Not to mention, him saying he only needed cold water. The way he said that made it sound like the shower was only for him. Did she not live with Spike? She sighed inwardly. Well, he only said they were lovers really, not that they were married. Sheesh.

"Well..." she looked up at him through her lashes, "I have you to warm me up, right?"

"Right you do." He licked his lips and there was no way of hiding how he affected her now, standing there in the nude with his engorged cock thrusting forward proudly.

She looked down at it briefly, then blushed and turned away to slip out of the remains of her costume. She heard the water start as she was removing her boots and glanced behind her to watch Spike move around surreptitiously. Stop acting like a silly schoolgirl, she told herself as she finished shedding her clothes and went to step under the spray. Her wings flung water about as the spray hit them and they fluttered again. She pulled the curtain back and spotted a bit of soap off to the side, picking it up to begin washing herself of what blood Spike hadn't licked off.

After a moment, the curtain was pulled back and Spike stepped up beside her with a bottle of shampoo he dug out of one of his drawers. He smirked and turned her around to face away from him, squeezing a generous amount of goop into his hands then working it into a lather. He massaged the shampoo into her hair, working out all the blood and other nasty stuff.

"Mmm, that feels nice..." she murmured and leaned into him, closing her eyes. He certainly had gifted hands and not just for shampooing.

He let one of his hands trail down over her shoulder and to one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple. "Goin' t' feel even better if I got anythin' t' do with it."

He rinsed her hair and then brushed it to the side to kiss her shoulder, sliding his hands down her sides and over her hips. One hand returned to her breast while the other dipped between her legs to caress her slowly. He bit at her neck with blunt teeth, flicking his tongue over the healing pinpricks from where he had bitten her before. She squirmed against him, giving such sweet little moans of pleasure. Her wings tried to flutter where they were pinned between the two lovers.

"Like that, pet? Makin' you feel right good, am I?" he purred in her ear.

She nodded wordlessly.

"Want me t' make you feel even better?"

"No..."

He froze and frowned slightly, "No?"

She turned around and looked up at him through her lashes with a sweet smile, "I want to make you feel good."

His eyes widened slightly and he gulped, actually at a loss for words with the tables now turned on him. Why did she have to say something so innocently sweet like that? He was supposed to be the Big Bad... why did that little statement seem to knock all the unneeded air from his lungs, and nearly make his dead heart pound again.

Probably because no one had ever cared about HIM before. It almost made him wish that this wasn't just some sick game he was playing with an amnesiac slayer. Almost. He gave a growl, reminding himself he was the Big Bad... an unsouled vampire. Evil. Not a bleeding poofter like his Grand-Sire.

So before his mind could betray him anymore, he shoved her against the cold wall and kissed her mouth with bruising force. He ground himself into her, needing to drive them both beyond rational thought before something bad happened to ruin all this.

He lifted his head a fraction of an inch and ground out, "You want t' make me feel good, luv? Give me pleasure?" She nodded and he stepped back. "On your knees."

She blinked, confused for a minute before some function was returned to her brain and she realized what he wanted. With a nod, she did as he said, then reached for him without waiting for further instruction. Her small hand encircled his girth and gave it a slight squeeze before giving it an experimental stroke.

He sucked in an unneeded breath. After a night like tonight, he could be dusted a happy vampire... "Mmm, keep on just like that, pet..."

She nibbled at her bottom lip and looked up at him, starting to stroke him at a steady pace with his encouragement. He thrust into her hand then reached down to encircle her hand with his own, to show how to do it better since he was pretty sure he couldn't find the words at the moment. He then took her other hand and guided it to his balls. Her inexperience confirmed it for him. Angel and Parker must have been piss poor in bed.

Once she got the hang of it, he threaded his hand into the damp tangles of her hair and closed his eyes.

"Pet... start... use... mouth..." he got out between mewls of pleasure.

She looked up at him again before looking back at his cock then giving it a tentative lick. Encouraged by his moan, she gave the head another longer lick while still pumping the length with her hand. His hand tightened in her hair and tugged her closer, leaving little doubt in her mind what exactly he was wanting so she took the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the slit before beginning to suckle gently.

"God, just like that, luv," he continued to mumble encouragements. "Take it deeper, pet... yeah... just like that... mmm, more tongue... ohhhh yeah... faster, harder...." He let out a long groan and thrust into her mouth. "So warm an' wet... look so sexy like that, sweetling... so sexy..."

She looked up at him, watching him as she continued her work. A little less nervous with the signs of his obvious pleasure to spur her on, letting her know she wasn't doing it wrong. She felt bolder and dropped the hand gripping the base of his cock, starting to inch her mouth further down his length then swallowing experimentally. His eyes flew wide as he watched this, seeing her take the initiative suddenly.

"Oh god..." he gave a low groan again.

Her eyes lit up when she got it all in, proud of herself, then resumed sucking at him eagerly. His hands gripped her hair in need of an anchor, starting to thrust into her mouth. So good... so good, was all he could think as his eyes clenched shut. He was so close already.

"Ohhh, luv, I'm goin' t'..." he didn't get it all out before he spilled himself into her waiting mouth.

It surprised her, but she quickly swallowed it down then drew her head back slowly. She licked her lips and smiled up at him before starting to lave his cock with her tongue to clean every last drop from it. Her wings beat lazily behind her as she did, almost like a happy dog wagging his tail.

He had other ideas and dragged her to her feet, then shoved her into the wall again. His mouth ravaged hers hungrily with bruising force, a desperation behind his actions as his hands moved in a frenzy along every inch of skin they could reach. They burned paths in their wake and she arched up into his hands, craving the contact as much as he was.

His cock was already thrusting into her soft belly, hard again so quickly. Vampire stamina was a wonderful thing, they both thought at the same time.

He hooked his hands behind her knees and lifted to encourage her to wrap her legs around his waist before pressing her into the wall again. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, capturing her wrists in one of his hands when she tried to reach down to take charge impatiently.

"No, sweetling," he purred into her neck as he teased her clit with the head. "I plan on makin' this real good."

He nibbled her bottom lip then rested his forehead against hers, panting needlessly. "Want you t' keep lookin' at me... don' look away. Just keep lookin' at me."

He started to enter her slowly and her eyelashes fluttered, but she forced herself to keep his gaze. He gave her a moment to adjust then began thrusting, watching her as buried himself again and again in her welcoming depths. Soon he was pushing her roughly into the hard wall, striking his pelvic bone against hers again and again.

Her breathing hitched. "Spike... please... bite me... love it... wanna be one with you..." She tossed her head back, continuing to ramble incomprehensibly. "Please, Spike... need it..."

He smirked and kissed her, burying himself in her completely and pausing like that with her pressed to the wall. She whimpered and tried to wiggle, but he only pressed against her more firmly until she couldn't move at all.

"Only if you do somethin' for me, pet," he purred. "You said you wanted t' please me. Well, the blowjob was just the start. I want somethin' else."

"A-anything..." she trembled, desperate for him to continue to their climax.

"I want you t' use those cute lil' fangs of yours t' bite your Big Bad lover. Want t' feel you drinkin' from me as I drink from you, like a proper mate." He nuzzled her neck, lost in her scent and mumbled unknowingly, "My proper mate... can' get enough of my mate..."

"Mmm, okay, Spike..." she smiled and stroked his neck with her tongue. "I'll bite you good and hard. Make it hurt really good for you..." she nipped, far more bolder now than when they had begun.

He gave a growl of pleasure and resumed his hard pace before shifting into game face. His demon fought for control and was winning, recognizing the nipping as an initiation of demon mating. Long gone was rational thought where she was concerned. Actually, all rational thought had gone out the window when she began nibbling at his neck with her dainty little fangs. Some part of him remembered there was a reason that he was supposed to be a little more careful, but the demon quickly maimed that part as he started to reach another orgasm.

"Bite me now, slayer!" he commanded and with another growl buried his fangs in her shoulder in a movement of dominance.

She was briefly confused by the name he had called her, but then he was biting her and her brain shut down. This time biting him in return as he had demanded, her demon recognizing its mate and his dominance. Her demon seemed to know him even when she didn't.

They both drank deeply as their thrusts reached a frenzied peak.

Suddenly, Spike tore his mouth away with a roar and he spilled himself inside her again. "Mine!" The word was out before he realized what his demon was demanding of him. Demanding he claim the slayer as his mate, wanting her as his own now and forever.

Buffy screamed as well, muscles clenching around him and her demon was pleased to finally hear his claim. She smiled and purred in return, "Mine..." She licked the blood from her lips and ran her tongue over the pinpricks in his neck again, sending a shiver through both their bodies.

They lifted their heads to look into each other's eyes, their gazes flashing blue and green for a moment as something tightened between them. Then they were sliding to the ground weakly, panting and still grasping at each other. Even her wings hung limply.

*****

Xander rushed into the house and right past the others in a hurry to get to the sink to wash the blood off his hands. They all watched him, confused and worried at his silence and the sight of the blood. Oz looked a bit uneasy at the scent of the blood until Xander finally got rid of it all.

Xander braced his hands on the sides of the sink to catch his breath for a moment before turning to look at his friends.

"What happened?" Willow finally asked. "Did you find her?"

"Yeah," he frowned, the image replaying in his mind again. "There's obviously something up. She didn't recognize me at all and she was... she was with Spike. She thought they were friends or something." He glanced away, not able to tell them the truth.

The others weren't fooled. They knew he was holding something back, but for the most part figured they didn't want to know.

"So what was the cause of the blood?" Giles motioned to the sink.

"It was all over her. I got it on my hands when I went to pull her out of there. She fought me and refused to come with me, and even threatened to let Spike hurt me. I figured it was best to just get out of there and come tell you guys so we can find a way to fix this." He shook his head, "You know, before it's too late."

"Well, first we need to figure out just what may have happened..." Oz commented. "You have no idea, besides she didn't seem to know you and was obviously favouring fanged company?"

"Not to mention being covered in blood." Anya pointed out then blinked at the others. "Would that be like when lovers put whip cream or syrup on each other maybe?"

"No!" Xander denied quickly, even though he had seen the "loving" first hand.

"Okay... was just a thought." Anya frowned at the floor.

"It was obviously magic, I'd say," Willow cut in to help get the imagery out of all their heads, "and obviously only for her. We got our costumes at the same place, so it's unlikely that it's another evil costume store. Though, it does seem she may have become her costume again. A demon."

"Then we just need to think what could have brought on this change. Did she encounter something strange while slaying in the last couple days?" Giles asked.

"Actually," Willow bit her lip. "She's been a bit lax, figuring she could be a bit lazy, what with the holiday. I've been staying here and we've been doing stuff for the party the last couple days. So we've been together pretty much the whole time... except for tonight when she went to visit that nasty professor."

Oz cracked a grin. "You think the teacher hexed her for falling asleep one too many times in class?"

Willow chuckled, but shook her head. "Sadly, on the Hellmouth, that's entirely too possible." She looked at the others. "So I guess this calls for a little trip over to the college to track down this teacher?"

"Oz and I will go," Xander nodded to the other man. "The rest of you stay here in case she comes back or if we need your help from here." The others nodded and the two of them left out the back door on their mission.

*****

"What are we going to do if she has, you know, like everyone else on campus, gone home for the night finally?" Oz asked as they walked inside the dark building that housed Dr. Fisk's office.

"Come on," Xander rolled his eyes. "If she's really behind this, don't you think she stayed here to see if her plans worked out? Not to mention, if she's as anal as the girls said... then she might just still be here grading papers and stuff."

Oz shrugged, having to almost agree with Xander's logic as they headed down the hall. It seemed he was right when they found the room and the lights were on within. They knocked on the door and when they got no answer they pushed the door open to peek their heads inside.

Suspicions were confirmed when right there in the middle of the floor was the circle still with the candles and herbs still decorating it. The book with various symbols adorning the cover was now closed in the center. They opened the door wider and started to step inside.

"You could get into a lot of trouble for walking into a professor's office without their permission," came an annoyed voice from behind them and they turned to see Dr. Fisk with angry red eyes. "Now, what am I going to do with you two spies?"

"Call it a day and remove the spell then let us go?" Xander lifted a shoulder. She growled in response and he shook his head, glancing at Oz. "It was worth a shot."

"So... you're friends of the slayer. What bad luck for you..." She stepped forward, backing them into the office so she could close the door behind her. "I was only going to take her out, but since you just had to interfere, I must get rid of you and probably then the others since they surely know I'm behind this as well."

"Who works on a holiday?? Sheesh, you really are anal, even for a demon," Xander huffed.

Dr. Fisk hissed at him in response then started to contort into her natural guise. Two more sets of arms extended from her abdomen and her eyes multiplied so that there were ten angry red orbs trained on the two men. She grew a bit taller and her skin took on a steel-blue colour.

"I am Hechana of the Anachri. We believe in being diligent workers." She rasped out angrily. "Something rarely found in humans." Her lips curled into a cruel smile, revealing the flash of fang. "Now... don't make this difficult. A difficult meal gives me indigestion and will only make it harder on you."

Oz growled, muscles starting to ripple and contort as well. "Actually, I think I'd like to make this VERY difficult for you."

"Awww... a werewolf. What a delicacy I have found," Hechana smirked and scurried towards him before he was barely done shifting.

Xander saw that the shapeshifters were about to get down and dirty, and thought it in his best interest to just stay out of the way. He skirted around the wall over to the door to stand by that. In the scuffle, the book got kicked from the circle and Xander bent to retrieve it, realizing he might be able to find out what exactly this Hechana did to Buffy. There was wax stuck to some of the pages, the professor obviously too preoccupied to get a chance to clean it off yet. It led Xander to a page where there was three spells, and he easily saw which one applied to what he had seen of Buffy.

He slipped out into the hall while Oz continued to grapple with Hechana. He had her pinned in the corner and was snapping at her viciously. Xander also thought it best just to get out of the room as Oz wasn't as in control of his transformed self as he would like most of the time.

He pulled out the cell phone Willow had thrust into his hand before he left and dialed the house. "Hey Wils, I got the spell. It calls for a charm to be placed on the person or come in contact with them or something like that. I didn't see a charm on Buffy... maybe it's still at the house."

Willow nodded and looked around. "A charm, a charm, a charm... If I was a charm, where would I be?" She walked into the living room and tapped her foot as she continued to search. "Not to mention, it would have to be somewhere Buffy didn't notice it..." Her eyes fell on the jacket still lying on the banister. "Oh oh!"

She rushed over to jacket and picked it up, starting to go through all the pockets then simply starting to shake it wildly until the charm fell out onto the floor.

"Wow, pretty... I think I've seen one like that before..." Anya glanced over Willow's shoulder.

"Admire later," Willow said and stomped on the charm, sending into tiny pieces. Tiny waves raced outward, unseen to those in the house.

*****

The ripple traveled across town again and to Spike's crypt. The two lovers were still going at it in the lower level, still unable to quench their thirst for each other's body. Buffy started to reach her pinnacle along with Spike, her cries getting louder as she bounced under him in time to his thrusts. The ripple hit her just before the climax did, and her eyes widened. Spike continued, unaware of the change.

"OH MY GOD, SPIKE!" She shrieked from shock and sheer pleasure, arching off the ground.


tbc...