Disclaimer: Joss has them all, they are slaves to his will, prisoners to his whims. Anyone wanna help me get them out?

Author’s note: Beware the smut! *grins* Thanks again to all my reviewers. Feedback is very much welcomed! Quotes from the episode School Hard. denotes thought
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Buffy looked blankly into the punch. Everything was going wrong. She had forgotten sugar in the lemonade, one of her banners had fallen down and hit Larry’s mom in the head, and that wasn’t the worst part. Parent teacher night was horrible. Right now in the principal’s office Snyder was telling her mom just how very bad Buffy was. Buffy fidgeted. No good could come of this.

What seemed like an eternity passed before her mom and Snyder returned to the lounge.

“In the car, now.” said her mother.

She was dead, grounded for life, forbidden to see the outside world until she’s thirty. Bad, bad things. Buffy followed her mother out dejected and feeling sorry for herself.

Suddenly, Buffy heard a crash behind her. Two vampires suddenly came crashing through the window. Vampires are storming the school! I’m saved! she thought. The people started to panic as only they can in Sunnydale and began to run around like chickens with their heads cut off. There in front of the vampires was her hunk of vampy goodness, Spike.

“What can I say? I couldn't wait.” he shrugged his shoulders.

Buffy tried hard to suppress a smile. We was even hot in vamp face. Buffy didn’t have a lot of time to bask in Spike’s hotness before he attacked. Better make this look good. Buffy grabbed a chair and threw it at him, tripping her lover up. Somehow she knew, that even if they were just ‘putting on a show’ this would still be a no holds barred event. Running back to her mom, she dragged her down the hall avoiding vampires.

From behind her she heard her lover’s voice ring out, “Nobody gets out! Especially the girl!”

Buffy followed behind the last of her group and closed the door behind her. Buffy secured the room, looking for other ways that the vampires could get in. Well he said it would be a surprise. He was right, and it certainly did look like a real attack. I suppose everyone who isn’t my mom or my friends are fair game. Gee I hope Snyder gets bit. Suddenly they were all left in the dark as the power was cut. Buffy couldn’t help but worry that Spike might actually harm the people in the school. What if he wasn’t honest with her? He’s a vampire for Christ’s sake! Buffy! naive girl much?
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Spike stood in lounge of Sunnydale High school, holding some guy by the neck, watching people run. He had told the minions that he wanted to take the whole school live, and present them to the Annoying One himself. Spike grinned at the thought of the Annoying One’s face when he staked the little whelp. Turning Children, that was one thing he would never do. The thought just turned his stomach.

Spike looked over at this assortment of minions. He wanted nothing more than to take Buffy out of there and find a dark corner to shag her senseless in, but that would have to wait until he had ‘lost’ this battle.

“We cut the power. Nobody got out.” said a minion.

“And the Slayer?” asked Spike

“She either went that way” he pointed to the right, “or that way.” he pointed to the left “I saw two others.”

“You don't know?!” Spike finally let go of the poor sod he had in his hands. “I'm a veal kind of guy. You're too old to eat.” This guy didn‘t smell like Buffy, not friend or family, fair game. He grabbed the guy‘s head and snapped his neck. “But not to kill. I feel better.”

Buffy was somewhere in the building. There was no way that this was going to go down without a fight between him and her. He just hoped that she realised that this was all a plan, that he had been perfectly honest when he said that he wasn’t going to kill her. Then again, he didn’t want her to dust him either. Spike smelled the fear that was permeating the building. God it was a wonderful smell. In all honesty Spike was loving this game and his arousal was beginning to show.

“Slaaayer! Here, kitty, kitty. I find one of your little school mates first, I'm gonna suck 'em dry. And use their bones to bash your head in.” Spike kicked a door in, secretly hoping that he didn’t actually find one of her friends. “Are you getting a word picture here?”

Spike paused in front of the next door. Inside he could smell fear and something else. That Red headed girl that had been with Buffy at the Bronze. Spike rolled his eyes and turned to leave the door alone.

“Spike! Listen...” said a minion.

Spike stopped to listen. There was someone in the ceiling. Not just a some one, a Buffy someone.

“Someone's in the ceeeeeiling!” sang Spike.
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Putting on a good show for the minions, Spike continued to poke holes in the ceiling, even though he knew that Buffy wasn’t there any more. Spike sniffed the air and turned to see his grandsire dragging Buffy’s friend, the boy.

“Angelus!” greeted Spike happily. He had known that Angelus was in the area, from Buffy. God was Angelus going to be pissed when he found out that Buffy was his girl. Spike smiled.

“Spike!” replied his grandsire.

“I'll be damned!” said Spike as he tossed his pole aside.

This is just like old times, thought Spike as he leaned in for a hug of his grandsire. Except without the bloodshed and the pain, and the demonic Darla.

“I taught you to always guard your perimeter. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should have someone out there.” said Angelus.

“I did. I'm surrounded by idiots. What's new with you?”

“Everything.”

“Yeah. Come up against this Slayer yet?” My Slayer, you bloody prick, not yours.

“She's cute. Not too bright, though. Gave the puppy dog 'I'm all tortured' act. Keeps her off my back when I feed!” laughed Angelus

Spike laughed back “People still fall for that Anne Rice routine. What a world!”

“I knew you were lying.” protested Angel’s bait. “Undead liar guy.”

Angel grabbed him by the hair and shirt and held out his exposed neck.

“Wanna bite before we kill her?” asked his grandsire.

“I haven't seen you in the killing fields for an age.” commented Spike to his grandsire.

“I'm not much for company.”

“No, you never were. So, why're you so scared of this Slayer?”

“Scared?”

“Yeah. Time was you would've taken her out in a heartbeat. Now look at you. I bet this, uh, tortured thing is an act, right? You're not... housebroken?”

“I saw her kill the Master. Hey, you think you can take her alone? Be my guest. I'll just feed and run.” said Angelus with a roar, bending to take a bite, probably just for show, of Buffy’s friend.

“Don't be silly!” protested Spike, “We're all friends. We'll do it together. Let's drink to it.”

They both slowly leaned in to the boy’s neck. This is ridiculous. thought Spike. Angelus never shared food, even when he was training me up. The poor sod probably doesn’t realise I saw him in New York not too long ago, feeding on bloody rats. Fed up with the act Spike punched his grandsire in the face.

“You think you can fool me?! You were my sire, man! You were my... Yoda!”

“Things change.”

“Not us! Not demons! Man, I can't believe this. You Uncle Tom!” Spike picked up the pole he had been using earlier. “Come on, people! This isn't a spectator sport!” Now he really wanted to hurt somebody.

The minions got the idea and attacked. Luckily the boy barged out the door and ran. Angel followed as the other vampires gave chase. Then everything changed. She was there.

“Fe, fi, fo fum. I smell the blood of a nice ripe...girl.” said Spike menacingly as he turned around.

There in all her glory was his Goldilocks, holding an axe, of all things.

“Do we really need weapons for this?” she asked, sounding pissed off.

“I just like them. They make me feel all manly.” Spike let his hand trail down his body.

He dropped the pole and slowly stepped towards Buffy. She dropped the axe.

“The last Slayer I killed... she begged for her life. You don't strike me as the begging kind. But I know better don‘t I pet? Heard you beg last night, didn‘t I?”

“You shouldn'ta come here.”

“No. I've messed up your doilies and stuff. But I just got so bored.” he smirked “I'll tell you what. As a personal favour from me to you I'll make it quick. It won't hurt a bit.”

“No, Spike. It's gonna hurt a lot.”

And with that the fight was on. They both knew that it was all for show, sort of. In truth, they didn’t know whether or not the other would forgo the farce and take the other out. But it was enlightening to find out just how good each other really was. Buffy and Spike exchanged several blows. He threw her into the wall.

“Do you know much dirt is in that ceiling, Spike. You had better be paying my dry cleaning bill.” Spike just smiled.

Buffy and Spike kept fighting. Buffy ducked a punch and landed four of her own in a row. Spike grabbed her arm and shoved her into the wall. She slid down it quickly, and Spike's next punch went through the wall. She managed to get behind him and kicked him high and hard in the neck.

“Now, that hurt!”

He pulled his arm out of the wall, ripping a stud out with it, and swung it into Buffy's face. She flew back and landed on the floor, stunned.

“But not as much as this will.”

He stood over her and lifted up the stud to slam it into her, but suddenly Spike fell to the floor, after being hit in the head with an axe. From the floor he looked up at his attacker. A blond woman, stood above him with the axe in her hands, ready to swing again.

“You get the hell away from my daughter!”

Spike held the stud above himself to protect against any blows. Buffy slowly rose to her feet. So this was Goldilocks’ mum then.

“Women!”

Despite the pain in his head, Spike smiled. Perfect to cut and run. Spike got up and ran through the lounge and out the broken window.

“Nobody lays a hand on my little girl.” said mom as they hugged.

Buffy took a look out the window. I guess the plan went off how it was supposed to go.
She hoped he wasn’t hurt too bad, wait no, that was wrong. Oh god this whole thing is wrong.
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It was nearly dawn by the time that Spike and the remaining minions returned to the warehouse. Spike had stopped to get himself a bit pissed before he came back. Reasonable, considering his Goldilocks’ mother had just beamed him on the head with an axe.

“Spike, did she hurt you?” asked Dru tenderly.

“It was close, pet, but...”

“Oh, come here.” She pulled his head down onto her shoulder and stroked his cheek and neck.

“A Slayer with family and friends. That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure. Why did she have to be the bloody Slayer?”

“You'll turn her, and then we'll have a nice celebration.”

“Yeah, a party.”

“Yeah. With streamers... and songs.”

Spike lifted his head. “How's the Annoying One?”

“He doesn't wanna play.”

“Figures. Well, suppose I better go make nice.” Spiked walked over to the little brat and knelt before the child seated on the throne.

“You failed.”

“I, uh... I offer penance.” said Spike trying to be very serious.

“Penance?! You should lay down your life! Our numbers are depleted, the feast of St. Vigeous has been ruined by your impatience!” shouted a minion.

“I was rash, and if I had to do it all over again...” Spike laughed, “Who am I kidding?” He stood up. “I would do it exactly the same, only I'd do this...”

Spike grabbed the Anointed one from his throne.

“No!”

“...first!”

He carried the child over to the cage, avoiding the attack of the minion who tried to stop him and put the Anointed one into the cage that had been in the middle of the room. Spike started pulling the chain that lifted the cage up towards the ceiling.

“From now on, we're gonna have a little less ritual...and a little more fun around here.”

He gave the chain a final strong pull, sending the Anointed One into the sunlight.

The factory filled with the screams of the child.

Dru and Spike shared a smile. They stepped closer together and held hands.

“Let's see what's on TV.”
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Spike entered Restfield cemetery. His nose had led him straight to her. He was now master of Sunnydale, now that the Annoying One was gone. He had his Sire and his Goldilocks, unlife was good. He walked up to her side. Before he could even say hello, her hand came out of nowhere and slapped his face.

“Bloody Hell!”

“What the hell was that?” asked Buffy.

“What the fuck do you mean? You’re the one that slapped me!“

“You jerk! You.... Grr! I‘m so mad. I should dust you!”

Spike jumped away from her. This wasn’t going well. He didn’t even know why she was mad. Spike raised his hands in surrender.

“Perhaps you could tell me why you are angry, love?” he asked with trepidation.

Buffy looked at him like he had grown another head.

“You have no idea why I‘m pissed off at you?”

“Cause I buggered up your nice to do at the school?” he guessed

Buffy let out a frustrated groan.

“Is buggered up, the British way of saying you tried to kill everyone in the school? My mom was in there! You almost ate Xander!”

“I did not!” Spike protested.

“Really?”

“It was Angelus’ bloody brilliant plan to trick me, luv, pretended that he wasn’t all soul having. He’s the one that offered me the whelp’s neck. I think, before you start launching accusations at me, you should have a heart to heart with your tall brooding boyfriend.”

“What...Huh?” Buffy was thrown for a loop at that.

“You heard me. He smelled of you.”

“Eww, gross Spike.”

“Deny it if you want to. I know the truth.”

It was curious how fast Buffy had gone from raging mad, to having to defend herself.

“Angel and I...It’s over and it never really started. I didn’t fuck him if that’s what you think.”

“Thank you very much, I did not want that picture floating about in my head.”

“You are jealous!”

“Damn right I’m bloody jealous. My poof of a grandsire being around you all the time I wasn’t. Makes me crazy.”

“Oh get over yourself Spike, you could have convinced Dru to come here sooner if you wanted to.”

“Ha bloody Ha. Dru may be loony but she still knows she’s my sire Goldilocks. I do what she tells me to do.”

“What if she tells you to kill me today?”

“That’s different,”

“Is it? Do you still make love to her?”

“No.”

“Spike...”

“It’s different. Sex is different for Vampires.”

“Arrrg! I knew it, you have. You are having sex with her. Do you run home to her after you fuck me?”

“Buffy! I. am. not. having. Sex. with. Drusilla.”

“Then why? God you confuse me! Explain, what did you mean that it’s different?”

Spike walked over to her took her in his arms, pulled her hair away from his mark.

“What are you doing?” she looked up at him a little frightened.

“Showing you how it’s different.”

Spike leaned in and sunk his fangs into her neck. Buffy didn’t know what he was doing different, but suddenly colours floated before her eyes and she felt herself get wetter than she had ever felt before. She grew weak in the knees and gasped as the most intense orgasm she ever felt overtake her. Spike retracted his fangs and licked the wound clean. Buffy sank to the ground as Spike took a few steps away.

“That, Goldilocks, is the most intimate thing that can happen between Vampires. Between Sire and Childe, it’s a form of affection, a reward for doing well. Between Mates a form of pleasure, cause they both do it to each other. Sex doesn’t have the same meaning for Vampires, we do it cause it’s something to do, and it feels good. “

Buffy looked up from the ground panting.

“You and Dru aren’t mates?”

“No. We never claimed each other pet. She always belonged to her Daddy anyway.”

“Claimed?”

“Vampire marriage if you will, say a bunch of fancy words while you are having sex, bite each other so that it scars, declare that this person is yours. It has to be mutual.”

“Oh”

“Are we done with the lesson for today, luv?”

“Most definitely so.“ she said lifting herself up off the ground.

Buffy wrapped her hands around his neck and pushed him into the nearest mausoleum. Inside she guided him to a sarcophagus and sat down. She moaned as he reached his hand down her pants and grabbed her rear. She reached up and put her hands behind his neck and smiled. Slowly his hand moved upwards and began to fondle her breasts. She turned and kissed him long and hard, running her fingers though his hair. Pushing him to sit on the slab of stone, she straddled him, feeling his arousal through her pants.

The moonlight cascaded through the lone window illuminating the lovers tangled in their embrace. With little haste she removed his coat and shirt, then proceeded to kiss his chest, neck, collar bone and worked her way down towards his waist and back up again, letting her hands tackle his button and fly. She stood up to remove his boots and pants.

He then set to work undressing her. He let his hands glide over her arms to her shoulders and down to her waist. With one motion he removed her t-shirt, revealing a red satin bra. His hands fell to her waist again and began undoing her pants. As they fell to the floor, exposing her matching satin undies, she pulled him down on to the sarcophagus, kissing him eagerly. He moved downwards kissing her neck then removed her bra and began to kiss her breasts tenderly.

She let a loud moan escape her throat, revelling in the fact that no one was around to hear them.

“Spike...need you”

He parted her legs and went down on her. She bit her lip hard to keep from moaning and she grabbed on to the bed sheets for support. She writhed as she got closer and closer. Then he stopped, leaving her begging for more. He backed away from her with a smile on his face. He knew full well that he had brought her to the brink. Unwilling to play games, she jumped him, taking him underneath her and rode him hard and fast, taking what she wanted from him.

“God, Buffy, fuck.. luv, fucking unbelievable.“

They pulsated together, screaming each other’s names as he exploded with in her. She collapsed on top of him with a delighted smile.
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Buffy had righted her clothes and was sitting on the stone tomb, kicking her legs as he smoked.

“So you’re the big head honcho now, huh? How’s that working out for you?”

“Not bad, had a few minions to dust. Got to start working on getting Dru better though.”

“Maybe Giles has some books that will help?”

“No!” he nearly shouted.

“Just trying to help, Spike.”

“I won’t have your watcher find out about Dru and I more than he already knows. And I don’t want him finding out about my plans for you.”

“They will find out Spike, Angel will first. If your smelling thing is gift only for the vampirically challenged.”

“Fair enough. I want you to let him know in very certain terms that it is over between you. He’s Dru’s. I won’t have him pining after my childe when he’s got his own willing and able to meet his every need.”

“Do I ever get to meet Dru?”
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Giles hadn’t been kidding when he had said that keeping her secret identity secret with an exchange student in her house was hard. It was even harder to keep her secret boyfriend secret, secret identity be damned. And when her exchange student guest turned out to be a mummy who was sucking the life out of unsuspecting boys, well lets just say that Spike and Buffy time was not happening as often as it should. It was only after Ampata was safely mummy-ed again that Buffy actually got to patrol normally again. Of course that had to happen after the weekly watcher lecture of duty and responsibility, etcetera, etcetera. This mission tonight was to find out if Spike and his minions posed a significant threat in Sunnydale. Personally Buffy thought her watcher was grasping at straws to keep her busy. Spike usually kept her busy enough for her liking.

Ditching Xander and Willow wasn’t hard, it was the dusting of stupid minions while waiting for Spike to show that was the hard part. Three vampires later, she felt the tinglies, those special tinglies that told her that Spike was there.

“Spike!”

“Goldilocks” He undressed her with his eyes. She had started wearing more black, leather and chains since their last fight. Tonights ensemble was a black and white checked kilt and a Ramones Tee that he had sent her when he was away.

Buffy rushed over to hug him. “Been too long, never having an exchange student again.”

“Never say never, luv,” he said smugly.

“I’m not going to eat an exchange student Spike.”

“You say that now.”

“Funny, very funny. So what’s new with you? Any luck with the researching?”

“Not in the productive sense of the word. Might have to break into your watcher’s library, have some minions do it. Place bets if they come back or not.”

“Do you even care about your minions?”

“Am I supposed to?” he grinned.

“Spike...”

“I care about you, and Dru, the only two people in the world I need to care about.”

Buffy nuzzled into his chest. “I like that.”

“Talked to the poofter lately?”

“No, I’ve been busy with the whole Inca mummy girl fiasco. You honestly think that I’d have time to talk to him, when I couldn’t see you?”

“He runs in your circle a lot more than I do pet.”

“Which leads me to another point Spike...How many lives do you expect me to have to lead? I’ve got the whole normal high school student /daughter thing going on, the slayer thing, and the enthralled sex kitten thing. One of these days I’m gonna slip up you know. It’s hard to keep my lives straight.”

“As long as you don’t shout out “Fuck me Angel” when I’m pounding into your hot pussy, I have no problems with any slip ups you make. They will all sort themselves out eventually.”

Buffy laughed.

“I wonder what Willow would say if she knew that I’m sleeping with you? She still thinks I’m waiting for Angel to sweep me off my feet.”

“Don’t think that the ‘sleeping with me’ bit’s happening enough for my taste. Care to have a go?”

Buffy laughed again. “Only if you bite me.” Buffy led him into a grove of trees and pressed herself up against him.

“How can something that feels so right be so wrong?” she said, mainly to herself, as she let her hands run over him then pin his arms to the wall.

“Buff...” he tried to protest, he had no idea what she was going on about.

She raised a finger and silenced him gently as she put her finger to his lips. She ran her knee up his inner thigh and gently touched his balls. She instantly felt a reaction from his body, so closely pressed up against him. She smiled and started kissing him. She pushed off his duster. His lips were soft and warm. At first there was no response from him, he was letting her take charge, but as she let her hands wander over his body he started kissing back, hesitantly at first. She slowly undid his pants and stuck her hand down his boxers and grabbed a hold of his package. He let out a small moan. She ran her hand over his cock and balls. Carefully she bit his lower lip.

She backed away from him, turned, shrugged of her jacket and tugged off her Ramones Tee. There was no way in Hell she was letting that get wrecked. Clothes didn’t tend to fare well when they coupled. Buffy unfastened her kilt and let the fabric slide down her legs, revealing her matching black lace underwear and bra. It was very clear to her that he was past the point of no return. She walked towards him once more and started to unbutton his red shirt. She felt his muscular arms as she slid the shirt off. She started to kiss his neck and chest.

“I want you,” she whispered between kisses. “I want you inside of me, touching me, fucking me.”

She slid one of her fingers inside herself for a moment.

“I want you to taste me,” she said as she brushed her wet finger on his lip.

She smiled as he let his tongue taste her wetness on his lip.

“How do you want me?” she asked, as she pulled down his pants taking his rock hard cock in her mouth for a few seconds.

She stood up again and took his hand and led him to where his Duster had fallen on the ground. She laid it out as a bed.

She started kissing him again. She put one of his hands on her left breast and the other on her very wet pussy.

“Fuck me Spike,” she said with urgency.

Spike guided her down to his coat. He madly began touching and kissing her all over. She returned the favour gladly. In a sudden move, ripped her panties, he pulled her legs apart and dove in, letting his tongue glide over and flick her clit, probing in and out. She moaned, and let him know he was doing something right by grabbing his hair. She felt herself start to move in anticipation of his tongue. She could feel herself getting closer and closer. He broke off as suddenly as he had started and pulled back. He looked at her laying there on the bed.

“Goldilocks you are going to be the end of me.“ he asked.

“Oh god yes,” she breathed, in response to his resumed touching.

She sat up a bit and could see his cock hard and dripping already. She knew it wouldn’t take long for him to cum but then it wouldn’t take her long either. Slowly he thrust inside her to gasp slightly. She smiled as she felt him fill her up completely as if he had been made to fit her perfectly. They moved together thrusting and writhing together as one, kissing and touching as they moved. They both started moaning each other’s names as they got closer and closer to coming. She wrapped her legs around him, pushing him even further into her.

She contracted her inner muscles a few times and drew him in with her legs. He pressed into her repeatedly harder and faster than before. She bit into his shoulder to keep herself from screaming. At last he exploded inside of her, sinking his fangs into her neck as he came. They collapsed together, not caring that someone was watching them.

tbc...