Disclaimer: Joss owns them, all I want is my very own naked Spike, preferably chocolate covered, but Joss won’t let me even if I asked nicely.

Author’s note: Thanks to everyone who has been following this story. Thanks again to Copy for the fab idea and for the great encouragement. The challenge requirements follow this chapter.
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Chapter 9: Suck it Up

Buffy slid the amulet between her breasts, directing Spike’s attention.

“Slayer...what’s gotten in your head?” asked the highly turned on ghost vampire.

Buffy was sitting topless, wearing only her lacy panties, on the large bed of her hotel room provided by Wolfram and Hart.

“I have an idea, I thought I just said that...”

Buffy slipped the amulet’s chain around her neck, and started crawling towards Spike’s ghostly spectre. Reaching the end of the bed, Buffy leaned over the side and felt around under the bed for something, finally bringing out a small dagger.

“Can never trust those hotel door locks, you know,” she said smiling.

Without waiting for him to respond, Buffy sliced across her left breast, only a shallow cut, but enough so that the blood was dribbling freely from the wound.

Spike watched with open mouthed fascination as the drops of blood followed the path of the amulet’s chain across her chest. His eyes followed the leading drop of blood, getting ever closer to the amulet’s jewel. Unconsciously, Spike neared his Goldilocks, reaching out to her, as the blood flowed ever closer.

Buffy looked up into his piercing blue eyes, wishing that he would just touch her.

And he did.

Spike’s hand made contact with the smooth skin of Buffy’s cheek, the same moment that the first trickle of blood reached the amulet’s jewel.

Buffy’s hand flew to her cheek, meeting with Spike’s tepid fingers. A smile spread over both of their faces, and Buffy launched herself into his arms.

“Oh Spike!” she whispered longingly, covering his face with kisses.

The look of shock at the fact that he was holding her in his arms, slowly was overtaken by a look of pure love. He returned her kisses with fervour. His hands, now able to touch her, slid up and down her arms, trying to register the reality of it all.

“Spike, you have to...” gasped Buffy between kisses.

“What’s that love?”

“Bite me Spike, Fred said....”

Spike smiled and began kissing down her neck, stopping once he reached her pulsating jugular. Giving her neck a long languorous lick, he moved a little further down her neck, conscious of the fact that where he bit, could possibly kill her.


“So bloody beautiful...” he whispered, breathing cool air on her neck, sending a cool shiver along her spine.

Buffy wove her fingers through his hair, pressing him closer to her neck.

“Please Spike, I need you with me.”

Shifting his face, letting his fangs descend, Spike slid his sharp canines into her neck.

Buffy gasped, not with pain, but pleasure as she felt Spike’s teeth slip into her skin. It felt good. It felt like it was the one thing she was missing.

Licking her new wound clean, Spike trailed his tongue down her neck to her other wound, closing on it’s own. He licked the red welted line along the top of her left breast slowly, then carefully, making sure not to aggravate either wound, he removed the chain from around her neck. Spike shifted back into human guise. Kissing down her torso, further down her stomach, giving her navel a bit of attention. Kneeling before her, Spike hooked his fingers into the elastic band of her panties and pulled the garment off.

“Oh Buffy,” he whispered, “I wanna taste you love.”

She nodded her assent, and allowed him to guide her to the edge of the bed, lying down, her legs hanging over the side. Spike pushed her legs gently apart, and began the delightful pursuit of her clit. After a long lick from bottom to top, Spike’s tongue set about making Buffy feel just how glad he was to be back in his own body and that he had the ability to touch. And oh how he was going to touch. Sucking her clit into his mouth, then nibbling gently with blunt teeth, Spike brought her over the edge, sending a shriek throughout the room.

With a smirk and a definite leer at the nude woman before him on the bed, Spike began the removal of his clothing. He was suffering from the hardness in his pants, the zipper biting in to him. After removing his Duster, boots, pants and tee, Spike crawled the length of the bed, panther style to his prey, his slayer, who had settled herself nearer to the head of the bed.

“You ready for me Slayer?”

Buffy giggled. Spike covered her mouth with his own, sucking her tongue into his mouth, while little Slayer hands strove to touch every part of him. All at once Buffy wrapped her legs about him and drew him in.

“I’m ready for you. I love you,” she said staring into his eyes.

The earnest look in her eyes confirmed her words, and Spike positioned his hard cock at her entrance, dripping in anticipation.

“Please Spike,” she whimpered.

Ever so slowly, as if he were savouring the moment, Spike slid in, and started thrusting to a slow and steady rhythm.

She was so hot, so tight, he had no worries that anyone had been where he was now, while he had been gone. But that didn’t really matter. She was his, with his mark on her, beneath him, writhing on the bed, calling his name. Not the poofter’s or Captain Cardboard’s, His name.

The Slayer, was glorious before him, little moans coming from her beautiful mouth, which he just had to kiss. Leaning down he covered her lips with his own, pulling away only when he realised that she still needed air.

Buffy held tighter with her legs around his middle, pushing him deeper still. He was back, and he was her’s. It was like a horrible nightmare, that he had been gone. And now, she had woken up, and she was never letting him go.

“Make me yours Spike, please...” she whispered, her climax nearing.

He didn’t even question her decision. She was the slayer, she must know what she wanted. Spike leaned down again, and gave his marks a kiss, his thrusts into her hot core intensifying in speed and force.

Spike shifted back into his bumpies, biting down onto the marks he had made not too long ago.

“Mine,” he declared forcefully.

“Yours,” she agreed with a whimper, that turned into a shriek as she came.

Spike was nearing his peak too, Spike was caught unawares when Buffy bit him back, hard enough to draw blood.

“Mine,” she said weakly, but meaning it with all her heart.

“Yours,” he confirmed with a roar.
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When Buffy awoke the next morning she had thought it all a dream, but was happy to find herself being snuggled by her very own bleach blonde vampire, happily nuzzling her neck, which confirmed that it was not a dream but a happy reality.

“Morning,” he purred.

Buffy rolled so she was facing him. “Morning to you too, however did I get a naked vampire in my bed. I must not be a very good slayer if I have a naked vampire in my bed.”

“Oh I think you slayed me well enough last night.”

Buffy smiled. “I knew I’d get you in the end.”

“That you did love, that you did.”

Stretching her arms out above her head, Buffy groaned. “I have to get up, pick up Xander and find Andrew, then catch a plane to go home.”

Spike frowned.

“I think you’d like where I live, Spike. It used to be your home too.”

“What London?”

“Not just London, but Kensington to be precise. I bought your old house, or rather, William Algernon Brigsby’s house.”

Spike stared back at her in shock. She had found out his name, she had found out where he lived

“You bought it?”

“Ya, with all the pretty ‘notes’ the bank of England prints, that the watcher’s council gave me for saving the world. You should come, it is your house too. I mean I want it to be your house too, again. And you won’t be sleeping in the basement.”

“When I lived there pet, the basement wasn’t anywhere anyone would have wanted to sleep.”

“You’ll come?” she asked hopefully.

“Will I have naked slayer in my bed?”

“You will have naked slayer in your bed.”
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Buffy walked into the ELF building like she owned the world. She was a woman on a mission: find Andrew, pick up Xander, thank Angel, say goodbye to Fred and Wesley. She had left the now flammable Spike in the hotel room, pretty darn sure that if Angel even saw Spike today her happy reunion would turn tragic.

Andrew was in the mail room, hanging with his new buddy Carlos. With a flick of her wrist, she sent Andrew scrambling to gather his things.

Xander was ready to be checked out of the medical ward. Chomping at the bit was more like, couldn’t wait to get out of there.

“Ahh, hours of waiting and sitting await me at the airport,” gushed the newly eyed Xander. “And I’ll be passing the time with my TWO eyes, checking out the ladies.”

“Yes, Xander cause women in airports really feel like being picked up,” noted Buffy.

“They will when they see the new and improved Xan man. Pirate jokes are a thing of the past.”

“I’m glad you like your new eye, Xander,” Buffy said with a smile. She couldn’t wait for Xander’s newly acquired eye to pop out of his head when she told him that she and Spike were back together.
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Buffy walked into Angel’s office, completely ignoring Harmony’s shouts of ‘You can’t go in there!’

Angel was sitting behind his desk, his hair freshly brown, and much much shorter than she had ever seen it. But he was wearing glasses, and was writing in cursive handwriting on a steno pad. It looked like verse.

“Had to cut the dreads out?” she asked, still trying to decipher the writing.

“Ya.”

“Nipple ring gone?”

Angel nodded.

“Good. I want to thank you for Xander’s eye. He’s really happy. I’m sure you’ll get a Spiderman thank you card in the mail from him at some point.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“Why are you wearing glasses?” she asked. “And are you writing poetry?” she said critically.

“I...I..” stuttered Angel mechanically. It was as if he was putting on a show.

“Are you trying to make fun of Spike? It’s not funny you know,” she said.

“And what he did to me, that was funny?”

“You’ll get over it. I’m taking Spike with me.”

Angel stood up from his desk. “I can smell him all over you...”

“I’m his, Angel, have been for a long time. There’s no need for you to be jealous.”

“It’s not just jealousy Buffy! What he did to me...”

“Will leave no lasting mark Angel. Just like all the things you’ve done to him over the hundred and fifty or so years he’s been around.”

“Buffy...”

“No, I know, you’re going to say you didn’t have a soul then, and Spike has a soul now, believe me Angel it could have been much, much worse what he did to you. You’re a big vampire, suck it up.” And with that, Buffy turned and walked out of the office.
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The end


Challenge Criteria:

In Angel, Season 5 - instead of Spike becoming corporeal via the little "flash-in-the-box," let's try something a bit different.
Must haves:
-Corporeal Angel and non-corporeal Spike switch bodies (you decide how/why).
-Buffy escorts Xander to L.A. for an eye transplant, courtesy of WR&H.
-Spike doing various humiliating things to Angel's body (ex: bad wardrobe, home perm, etc).
-Spike and Angel return to their own bodies, respectively.
-Spike becoming corporeal.
-Spuffy bitey goodness, of course.
-HUMOR. I want to be wiping tears of laughter from my eyes!
Can haves:
-Andrew - because he's funny.
-For whatever reason, we can't hear ghost-Angel.
-Nina
-Dawn, provided she's not annoying.