Chapter Twenty-Nine: Games


“Then we should ready ourselves for when he does.”

Spike and Buffy turned to stare at the intruder, both a little surprised by his announcement.

“What’re you gettin’ at, Watcher?” Spike asked suspiciously, somewhat put off by Giles’s enthusiasm.

“We gather forces to defeat Damon,” he clarified.

Spike quirked his scarred brow, giving the Watcher an incredulous look. “You actually think I’m gonna drop a century’s worth of unbridled evil so I can just don some poncy white hat and pick up a stake like the rest of you streeters?”

Giles cleared his throat, suddenly uncertain about his perceptions on Spike’s willingness to redeem himself. “Well…uh…yes.”

Spike shrugged. “Alright.”

Giles gaped at the vampire’s one-eighty shift in attitude. Maybe Spike was actually looking to right his wrongs. “So you’ll join us?”

Spike nodded indifferently. “Well, yeah,” he answered offhandedly. “Clan’s gone to the shitters, so s’not like I gotta keep up with appearances,” he apathetically explained. “Plus, the pillock’s got a whole army of vamps to back ‘im up. I’m not gonna gripe if you’re willin’ to sacrifice a few of your own so I can get on with some serious payback.”

Giles sighed disappointedly. He would think twice before ever giving the vampire the benefit of the doubt again. “Yes, well, that’s not exactly how I would’ve put it but I do believe this alliance will serve both of our purposes nonetheless,” Giles replied with his patented British reservation.

“On one condition,” Buffy spoke up, crossing her arms with blatant skepticism. “Spike gets complete and total immunity. If I someone so much as point their stake in Spike’s direction, the deals off.”

Giles nodded, agreeing with Buffy’s terms. “I swear Spike’s safety will not be issue,” he promised.

“Good,” Buffy brusquely responded. “So what’s your plan?”

“Well that depends,” the Watcher vaguely stated.

“On what?” Spike guardedly wondered.

Giles turned to the vampire. “Are you certain Damon will seek retaliation?”

Spike scoffed at the question. “I left the stupid sod’s ego shattered and when he gets back to the lair and sees that I’m not there, he’ll figure out where I am. He’s gonna come looking for me.”

Buffy tensed at the news. “Maybe we should just skip town, Spike.”

The vampire firmly shook his head. “He’ll tear the whole of Sunnydale apart just to find us, pet,” he solemnly explained. “We could run off to Timbuktu for all I care but can you honestly tell me that you’ll be able to live with yourself if we do?”

Buffy nibbled on her lower lip. As always, Spike managed to find a way to put things in perspective. And boy was it ever the moral quandary. She could either run off with Spike to live in ignorant bliss or they could stay and fight. As much as she wanted the security of knowing that she wouldn’t lose Spike, she would never be able to look at herself in the mirror if they hightailed it out of there. Buffy just couldn’t leave Sunnydale to endure Damon’s wrath.

With a determined sigh, she nodded. “We have to stay.”

Spike quickly agreed. “It is my mess after all.”

Giles thought it best not to comment on Spike’s last remark. Instead he returned to preparing a plan of action. “How soon do you believe he will attack?”

“The thing with Damon is that the pathetic wanker’s got these delusions of grandeur. He’s got it in that pea sized brain of his that he should’ve been top dog,” he informed them, contempt laced with every word. “His first move is gonna involve movin’ back into the lair. ‘S probably what he’s doin’ right now,” Spike rationalized, staring out the window, gazing at the foreboding black sky.

“And after tonight?” Giles asked uneasily.

“Don’t know. Give it a day or two,” he haphazardly took a guess, smirking devilishly at the memory of Damon’s battered face after their last encounter. “He’s gonna need some time to heal after the severe ass kicking I dealt ‘im. That ponce won’t show his pretty boy face ‘til it’s all healed up. He was always such a bleedin’ narcissist.”

Giles rubbed his chin, contemplating what Spike had just told him. “And you believe he’ll track you to here?”

“He’ll figure out Buffy was taken and if your scents are still as strong as they were when I went into the room, all Damon has to do is follow his nose,” Spike clarified, giving Giles an unimpressed expression. Though there was nothing more that he wanted to do at that very moment than lecture the Watcher on how his little kidnapping had done more harm than good, Spike decided against it. There wasn’t time for squabbling.

“I see,” the Watcher muttered, picking up on Spike’s legitimate exasperation. Perhaps the plan to save Buffy from the lair had not been completely thought out.

Spike exhaled noisily. “Look, Rupes. Gettin’ me out of the picture isn’t the only thing Damon’s gonna set his mind to. He’s gonna want to one up me. Upstage me by accomplishin’ things I never got a chance to do. For one thing, he’ll come after the whole lot of you. Once you’re out of the picture, the town will be his.”

Giles didn’t have a doubt in his mind what Spike was telling him was nothing but the truth. The thought of the only border separating the relatively safe part of Sunnydale from its damned counterpart being breached chilled him to the core. It would mean all the hard work and bloodshed of the past five years would have been for nothing. He couldn’t have that. Giles wouldn’t let their efforts die in vain.

“So Damon has the clan, then?” the Watcher asked, his focus returning to task at hand.

Spike snickered at the question. “Yeah. Brainwashed ‘em all right under my nose. The ones he couldn’t convince got their heads ripped off.”

Buffy grimaced at the crude imagery. “But you didn’t take them all on your own,” she stated before remembering the two vampires Spike had always been able to count on. “What happened to Natasha and Vincent?”

Spike gave Buffy a saddened smile. “Had to send ‘em on their way. They’d put up with a lot from me these past few months but playin’ nice with a bunch of humans is more than even I could ask of ‘em.”

“They’ll be okay,” she whispered reassuringly.

Spike nodded. “I know,” he mumbled. “And yeah, I had my vamps backin’ me up but Damon simply outnumbered us.”

“Yet with a group that large, he will need time to organize, develop some form of strategy. It might delay him enough for us to be prepared for when he finally does attack,” Giles rationalized, his outlook a little too positive.

Buffy’s brow crinkled suddenly as she realized there might be a glitch in all their planning. “Giles, what if Spike’s super invincibility wears off by the time Damon shows up?” she inquired, clearly concerned.

The Watcher took a moment to reflect upon the question. “There may be a spell…”

“Finish that sentence and you’ll be short one vamp before this fight even starts,” Spike threatened.

Giles released a surrendering sigh. “Alright,” he caved, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do to convince the vampire. “Though your advanced strength would have put us at a much greater advantage.”

“Just gonna have to suck it up, Watcher,” Spike sourly remarked.

“We must still prepare,” Giles informed them, his own eyes directed toward the window, scanning the dark night sky. “You’re certain that we have at least tonight as a reprieve?”

“Believe me, Rupes. The tosser’s got a lot of things on his plate right now,” Spike assured. “It’ll take ‘im most of the night just to set up camp at the old lair.”

“Right, then. I’ll inform the others,” the Watcher firmly responded to Spike’s guarantee.

“Just one last thing,” Buffy chimed in again. “Won’t everyone freak because Spike suddenly switched sides? I mean, look at how you guys nearly blew a gasket today,” she asked worriedly. Giles had promised Spike wouldn’t get hurt. She just wanted to make sure he kept his word.

“Not many people have actually seen you in person, Spike. Rumors might have spread about you how you look but no one other than those of us here today will know who you truly are,” Giles rationalized, trying to come up with some fake identity for the vampire. “Perhaps we can claim that you’re a drifter who came into town about the same time as Buffy was rescued. It would explain your sudden appearance.”

Spike nodded, agreeing with the story the Watcher was fabricating. “Lemme guess. I’m gonna go by William instead of Spike, yeah?”

Giles shrugged. “Better to choose a name you will still respond to.”

“Yeah, alright, sure. Anything else? Maybe a collar?” Spike bitterly inquired.

“You will drink bagged pig’s blood,” Giles unyieldingly decided. “You can no longer continue…uh…biting Buffy.”

“The hell I will!” Spike ardently refused. “That’s none of your bloody business, nor anybody else’s.”

“The new bite marks on her neck will only bring up more questions,” Giles explained, attempting to reason with an enraged Spike. “We cannot have any suspicions arise concerning either of you.”

Spike grumbled under his breath. It was bad enough he was giving up every last ounce of evil in his body to side with these humans. Now he couldn’t even share something with Buffy that he knew both of them enjoyed. Ordering a vamp not to bite is like forbidding sex. It’s unnatural.

“Fine, Rupert. I’ll abide by your terms,” he grudgingly conceded before mumbling. “I must be crazy.”

“Excellent,” Giles good naturedly replied. If this worked, Sunnydale could finally be free. “We’ll reconvene here at 10 a.m. It should give the both of you enough time to rest. Good night.”

Giles darted out of the room, no doubt on a mission to inform everyone of the big powwow planned for the next morning.

A low groan escaped Spike’s lips. “Why do I feel like I just signed my life away to the devil?”

Buffy chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re just cranky because this is gonna ruin your Big Bad image.”

“I’m still bad!” Spike ardently defended. “Still a vampire here, ya know.”

Buffy gave him a warm smile. “You’re more than just your run of the mill vamp, Spike.”

“I’m only doin’ this because of you, luv. Got me by the short hairs, you do,” he whispered. “Love you so much.”

Buffy responded by placing a gentle kiss on his cool lips. “C’mon. Let’s go to bed,” she suggested with a playful twinkle in her eyes.

Spike smirked, thinking along the exact same lines. “Lead the way pet.”



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Buffy closed the bedroom door behind them, cautious to turn the lock. She had led Spike upstairs, to the room she had woken up in that morning. For all intents and purposes, it was her room now and she wouldn’t be able to sleep without having Spike in the bed with her. However, before either of them called it a night, Buffy had a few other activities in mind. She double checked the lock.

Spike walked around the room, shedding his duster as he grimaced at the flowery décor. What he wouldn’t give to be back at the lair, sharing his giant, black satin love nest with Buffy again. Instead he was going to have to contend with this cotton travesty of a bed. Guess he would survive, so long as he had girl there with him.

Glancing over at Buffy, who was going through a bag of provisions Willow had given her, he watched as she pulled out a brush and began to comb her long, golden hair. It never ceased to amaze him how she could mesmerize him with the simplest, most mundane of acts. Watching her blond locks shimmer in the sparse lamp light, Spike felt a maelstrom of emotions stir within him.

Despite his new found invincibility, Spike felt emotionally drained. Losing his clan, having to say goodbye to his friends, being forced to chum up to the same humans who had spent days torturing him had all been contributors to his exhaustion. Yet what was affecting him the most was the memory finding that empty, trashed room with Buffy no where in sight. That morning alone had taken centuries off his immortal life.

“Spike?” Buffy called to him, worried by his silence.

The vampire suddenly found himself with Buffy in his arms, her arms wrapped around his neck. “Hey, luv,” he wearily rasped.

Buffy knew something was up with him. “What’s wrong?” she worriedly asked.

Spike turned his eyes away from Buffy’s concerned gaze. “Just thinkin’ about how I almost lost you, pet,” he desolately explained. “When I couldn’t find you, I thought Damon had made good on his promise and taken you away from me.”

Buffy gently cupped his face, guiding his line of sight to lock with hers. “He didn’t get me, Spike. I’m here. You found me,” she softly reassured him, kissing him tenderly on the lips. “I love you.”

Spike shivered at her words. “Love you so much, Buffy,” he whispered against her lips, before pulling away to longingly gaze into her hazel eyes. “I’m sorry I ever hurt you.”

“I know,” she said, a warm smile gracing her lips. “And I’m sorry I never told you,” she sadly added.

“I know,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers. His tongue carefully glided into her mouth, deepening the chaste kiss.

Buffy could feel his hands traveling from her waist, grazing her stomach as he palmed her breast, his thumb lazily stoking her clothed nipple. Moaning, she arched toward his caress as her tongue dueled with his. Her hand moved of its own volition, snaking its way between their bodies to settle on Spike’s belt buckle. Pulling away, panting for air, Buffy gazed into Spike’s lust glazed eyes. She gave him a mischievous grin, gently pushing him until the back of his knees hit the bed.

Spike gave her his own patented smirk as she forced him to sink down onto the mattress. Leaning back on his arms, he hungrily stared up at her. He couldn’t wait to see what she would do next.

Licking her lips, Buffy straddled Spike’s lap. Smashing her lips back onto his, her hands flew back to the belt buckle, tugging on it until it came undone. She heard Spike groan as she shifted in his lap, brushing up against the erection still encased in his jeans. Motivated by the sounds he was making, Buffy slowly lowered his zipper, freeing his engorged cock. Spike hissed into her mouth as her hot hand gripped his cool shaft. Breaking the kiss, the vampire’s head flew back in ecstasy when she began to stroke him with just the right amount of pressure.

“Buffy…ahhh…pet…so good…” he babbled, his sapphire eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head.

It was definitely a reversal of roles. It had always been Spike who had either initiated or taken the lead in their love making. Well, except technically for that one time at the Bronze. She might have instigated the exhibitionist sex but he had still been her Master at the time. Now, things were different. Spike didn’t own her and he couldn’t control her. And by the looks of it, she was the one with the power now.

With a new sense of womanly pride, Buffy released her hold of Spike. She had to stifle a laugh when his head immediately snapped back up, giving her a longingly befuddled look.

“Luv…” he groaned, bucking his hips with the hopes it would entice her to continue with the handjob.

Buffy didn’t reply. Instead, she slipped her hands under his black shirt, making a scorching trail up his alabaster chest as she pulled the unwanted garment from his body. She bent down to suck his earlobe into her mouth, pushing his jeans down his legs as she nibbled on the soft piece of flesh.

Spike sucked in an unneeded breath. Buffy’s sudden take charge attitude was really turning him on. Kicking off his boots and black denim jeans, the vampire started to undress the golden beauty in his lap.

Buffy swatted his hands away, getting up from off his lap. “Ah, ah, ah,” she teased. “No touching.”

“Buffy…Get back here, luv,” Spike huskily demanded.

Buffy stubbornly kept her distance, her eyes fixated on his straining cock. She shook her head in refusal.

“D’ya mind at least sheddin’ a few layers then, pet? Feelin’ like a piece of meat over here,” he grumbled as his desire filled eyes scanned her body. Smelling her arousal but not being buried in her searing heat was driving him completely nuts.

Buffy gave him another impish smile as she pulled her shirt over her head. Revealing her black laced bra to him, Buffy’s hand slowly made its way to the top button of her blue jeans. They abruptly stalled there, unmoving.

“Touch yourself,” she ordered him.

Spike’s eyes bugged out. “Huh?”

“If you want me to take off my pants, touch yourself,” she clarified, the sides of her mouth curling into a sinister grin.

Spike moaned at her words. Buffy wanted to look on as he wanked off while she undressed. His cock twitched at the thought. If it were possible, Spike felt himself get even harder. Wrapping his hand around his pulsating dick, he gave himself one good stroke.

Buffy licked her lips as she unfastened and slipped off her pants. Spike pumped his cock again as he stared yearningly at Buffy, clad only in her lace bra and thong. He picked up the pace when he watched Buffy’s hand travel up to rest on the valley between her breasts.

“Do you want me to take off my bra, Spike?” she coyly asked, running her fingertips over her cleavage.

Spike moaned, nodding dumbly with his eyes locked on her.

Buffy unsnapped the clasp to her black bra, letting it slide down her arms. She giggled, seeing Spike fixedly observe the progression of her bra to the floor. She sobered when his now nearly black eyes returned to her almost completely nude body. Making sure Spike was watching Buffy brushed her fingers lightly over one of her puckering nipples. The involuntary moan that escaped Spike’s lips was the exact reaction she had been anticipating. She loved the fact that he was eating out of the palm of her hand.

Lowering the said hand to twirl her pinky tentatively around her thong strap, Buffy stared innocently at Spike as he continued to pull on his cock, using his thumb to brush the slit, spreading around the dollop of precum glistening on the tip. Noticing the mixed expression of pleasure and pain contorting his face, Buffy knew she had him where she wanted him. She could see he was getting desperate.

“You want me to take this off?” she demurely asked, tugging on the tiny piece of black lace.

“Pet…” Spike wordlessly beseeched. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“Stop touching yourself. Put your hands on your head,” she gave her second order, loving the bewildered look on his face.

Grudgingly, Spike let go of his aching dick, scowling at Buffy as the abandoned member lay slick and red against his stomach. ‘This better be worth it,’ he thought as he diligently placed his hands on his platinum head.

Silently Buffy took off her thong, bending over as she slipped the scrap of fragment down her legs, giving Spike a decent view of her bare ass. ‘Let’s see if he passes the test,’ she thought wickedly.

Captivated by the image before him, Spike unconsciously took his hands off his head, allowing them to instinctively wrap back around his angry cock. Yet, before he was given a chance to return to jerking himself off, Buffy’s voice broke through the fog of desire clouding his mind.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” she angrily asked, her voice taking on a tone that sounded very familiar to those he had once used on her right after she had been brought to the lair.

Spike froze, staring at her with a mixture of awe and shock. She wanted to dominate him, in the fullest sense. Give him a bit of his own medicine. Spike had the sudden urge to forgo the games and just fuck Buffy for all her life was worth. He wouldn’t though. He was interested to see how this little scenario would play out. Spike wanted to see his girl give it to him good.

With a smirk, Spike dropped his dick like it was on fire, placing his hands complacently back on his head.

“Good boy,” Buffy patronized, taking a few steps closer to the bed.

Kneeling on the floor in front of him, she rested her hands on his knees, glancing up at him innocently. She smiled when she saw his jaw twitch, knowing that she was torturing him. Lazily she ran her hands up his thighs, loving the way they quivered as she reached their apex. Locking her eyes with his, Buffy lowered her face gradually to Spike’s lap.

The vampire began to pant as she neared the area he needed her so desperately to touch. Spike growled when she ignored his saluting member and instead kissed his inner thigh. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been through this sort of agony. Beyond the brink of frustration, Spike tried to shift his hips so that Buffy might take a hint. Instead, unfortunately for him, she pulled away.

“If you’re not a good boy, you won’t get a treat,” she condescendingly scolded.

“For the love of God Buffy touch my cock!” Spike snarled, feeling like an absolute ponce with his hands on his head.

Giving him a pout, she pulled back further. “I don’t like the way you asked.”

Spike was on the verge of either throttling her or fucking her brains out. Utterly exasperated, he gave into Buffy, his one last shred of dignity vanishing. “Please, Buffy! I can’t take much more of this. You gotta touch me. Please!”

Satisfied with his response, Buffy gently gripped his erection, languidly pumping her hand up and down. Leaning forward, she swiped the oozing tip of his cock with her tongue. The moan that emitted from Spike’s mouth had been the deepest and loudest she had ever heard. It only motivated her further. Wrapping her lips around the head, Buffy gave it one good suck before pulling back.

She noticed Spike’s hands begin to slip from his head. “Hey, hands back on head, Mister,” she cheekily ordered.

“C’mon luv,” he whined, wanting nothing more than to lace his fingers through her golden locks.

“Do you want me to stop?” Buffy asked, feigning an air of seriousness.

His hands shot back up to their rightful spot before she even finished the sentence. “Didn’t think so,” she cheekily remarked before engulfing Spike’s cock with her hot, moist cavern of a mouth.

“Christ!” Spike sputtered.

Buffy moved up and down his shaft, her teeth purposely scraping its underside with every descent.

“Buffy…ahhh…yeah…burnin’ me…fuck…” Spike babbled as she sucked him off.

After a few more repetitions, Buffy finally took in as much of his cock as she could before taking in a deep nasal breath and pushing him deep into the back her throat. She swallowed twice and then pulled back.

“Fuck!” Spike hollered, hips bucking frantically as he came.

Buffy latched onto his erupting cock, drinking down as much of the cool milky fluid as she could. Finished, she licked her lips, which were formed into a pleased grin.

With a sated expression plastered on his face, Spike collapse back onto the bed, his hands still firmly placed on the top of his head. Buffy nibbled on her bottom lip as she looked down at him. She was worried that she’d worn him out.

Her fears were quelled when a raspy rumble hit her ears. “Can I take my hand from my head now, luv?”

Buffy shook her head. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Spike eyed her suspiciously, scooting up until his legs didn’t hang over the mattress anymore. Kicking the blankets off the bed while tucking his hands behind his head, Spike goaded her on with a single leer. The cocky smirk tugging at his lips was enough to make her continue on with their little game.

Buffy returned the smirk. It wouldn’t be long before he was begging her to get him off again. Silently, she made her way over to the bed and straddled his thighs, ensuring that she did not brush up against his semi-erect dick. Spike watched her carefully, not wanting to be caught off guard. Seeing that her hand was traveling in a downward direction but heading no where near his cock, Spike realized that no matter how hard he tried, he’d never be ready for Buffy’s next move. The anticipation alone was making him hard. He was going to watch out for these little games of hers. She seemed to have a knack for driving him out of his mind. After all, a vamp can only have so much will power.

Spike’s cerulean eyes widened in surprise as Buffy’s hand slid to her pussy, two fingers slipping between her honeyed folds to brush against her clit. The smell of her renewed arousal made his mouth water. She arched her back, holding onto his shin as she leaned back on her arm. Though completely hypnotized by her undulating hips, Spike could feel himself grow hard as nails again. Just watching her long blond hair sway could give him one hell of a stiffy.

Stilling her actions, Buffy smiled broadly at the site of Spike’s rock hard cock. “Playtime,” she huskily giggled, grasping his engorged member as she slid up Spike’s thighs until their sexes nearly met.

“Ahh…Buffy…” Spike rasped out as she stroked him.

Buffy rose up on her knees, pressing Spike’s cock to her damp pussy, sliding the tip along her glistening folds. Spike moaned loudly as she used him in such an erotic manner. A bolt of electricity shot through the both of them when Buffy firmly pressed the head of his shaft against her clit.

“Oh God,” Buffy gutturally moaned.

Spike hazily watched on as Buffy used him as her own personal sex toy. The spicy scent of her pussy was getting stronger with each passing second. He grunted as she started to slide her slick folds up and down his length, shying away from permitting him into her velvet quim.

“Buffy…I need…I have to be in you, luv,” he muttered, desperation straining his voice.

Obliging him in his request, Buffy finally allowed herself to sink down on his cock, slowly taking him in inch by inch. Spike began to pull on his own hair to stop himself from reaching out to hold her hips. He wasn’t going to be the one to stop the game.

He gritted his teeth as she tightly squeezed him for all he was worth. Spike could only pray that Buffy got off soon. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

“Spike…Spike…ugnhhhh…”she rambled, riding the vamp hard. “Touch me. Touch me, Spike!” she ordered frantically.

It was an invitation to touch her. Forgetting that he was supposed to be keeping his hands on his head, he reached out for her, gripping her thigh with one hand while the other went to her pussy, madly stroking and rubbing the engorged nub. Feeling her pussy suddenly tighten around him, Spike began to thrust up in time with every frenzied roll of her hips. He could sense that she was getting close, empowered muscles working within her that he never knew she had, threatening to pop him like warm champagne.

In one swift move, Spike removed his hand from her clit to grab her waist in a bruising grip, sitting up to latch his mouth onto her hardened nipple. The change in angle made Buffy keen in pleasure as he suckled on her breast.

Letting go of the distended pink bud, Spike vamped out. Driving his cock hard into Buffy twice for good measure, he bit down into the soft flesh of her breast.

“Spike!!!” she screamed, feeling herself fly over the edge as he drank from her.

Releasing his fangs from her breast, Spike gasped loudly as Buffy strangled his cock with her inner silken walls as she came. Pumping up into Buffy’s convulsing pussy for one last time, Spike came with a roar.

“Buffy!!!” he hollered, flopping back down onto the bed, completely spent.

After a few dazed moments, Spike glimpsed down to see an exhausted Buffy sprawled on his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them over, slipping out of her in the process. Buffy whimpered at the loss.

“I think you broke me,” Buffy moaned groggily.

Spike chuckled. “Shouldn’t point fingers, luv. Feelin’ a bit damaged myself,” he hoarsely mumbled, running a hand tenderly over Buffy flushed cheek.

Buffy glanced down at her chest and she couldn’t help but grin at the two little puncture wounds marring her breast. “Guess you found a loophole in Giles’s ‘no biting’ clause,” she joked.

Spike smirked, leaning down to lap at the blood trickling down her breast. Trailing his tongue back up along her chest, he licked his mark on her neck. “Can’t get in trouble for these,” he whispered into her ear. “Plus if anybody did see ‘em, I’d tear ‘em limb from limb,” he said with a menacing growl.

Buffy giggled at his possessiveness, loving the pleasure he was conjuring up simply by touching the marks on her neck. She was happy they had found a solution to the no biting problem. She liked it too much to give it up. God, just look how loud she had screamed when Spike had bitten her.

Realization suddenly hit Buffy. “Oh my God,” she nervously freaked, pushing Spike off of her.

Spike gave her a confused frown. “What’s gotten into you, pet?”

“Spike, we were really loud,” she worriedly explained, her blush exhibiting her mortification. “We probably woke the whole house up.”

Spike snorted, unaffected by the news. “Guess that’ll answer a few of their questions as to why a girl like you would wanna shack up with a vamp like me,” he mirthfully commented.

Buffy lightly smacked him on the chest. “Do you know how embarrassing that is?” she indignantly inquired, giving him an unimpressed glare. Her eyes widened with sudden fear. “Oh my God, what if Cordy heard?”

Spike pulled a reluctant Buffy back into his arms. “Maybe she’ll get it through that thick skull of hers that we do love each other. We can’t walk on egg shells around her, pet, just because she doesn’t except us.”

“But I shouldn’t be rubbing it in her face either, Spike” Buffy guiltily stated.

Spike gave her a curious lift of the brow. “So what now? We stop shaggin’ for the rest of our stay here just ‘cos you don’t wanna make people uncomfortable?” he asked doubtfully.

“I never said that,” Buffy firmly denied. “Maybe you can wear a gag,” she casually suggested.

“Me?” Spike sputtered. “You were the one givin’ a banshee a run for her money just a few minutes ago,” he defensively accused.

“Uhhh…We both wear gags?” she uncertainly suggested.

Spike purred at the idea. “Sounds like a fun game, pet,” he huskily said as he returned to sucking the old wounds on her neck.

Sparks flew in front of Buffy’s eyes as they made use of their newfound stamina, rejuvenating their arousals. It wouldn’t be long before Buffy was screaming the vampire’s name again.



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After Giles had discovered Xander and Cordelia on the front porch, and scolded them for their foolishness, he had informed them of the meeting that was to be held the next morning. It was only when the Watcher had retreated back into the house that the couple decided to head back in too.

Xander had walked Cordy to her room, wishing her a goodnight. He was still reeling from the kiss that she had placed on his cheek. After their goodbyes, he had headed straight to his room and jumped into bed. That had been three hours ago.

Staring up, wide awake, at the white ceiling, Xander sleeplessly listened on as the couple in the next room threatened the foundations of the house with their raucous love making. The noises they were making involuntarily generated a million inappropriate images in his mind. It was the sound of Buffy’s orgasm motivated scream that wiped away the last morsel of control the young man had.

Glancing down at his suddenly tented sheets, Xander grabbed a box of tissues from his beside table, hoping he would get with Cordelia soon. Clearly, it had been way too long since he had gotten any.