Disclaimer: Joss owns them all, I’m only having fun.

Author’s note: Once more, thanks go out to the fab BTL for the beta-ing. Thanks to everyone who’s been reviewing, feedback makes me type faster.
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Chapter 6: The Right Thing, for all the Wrong Reasons

Buffy could smell the burnt odour from the portal closing and then the overwhelming and familiar scent of her unused lair in Arashamahar. She didn’t often return here, only when D’Hoffryn summoned her.

“I think you’re the only vampire to have actually been in Arashamahar, Spike,” she smiled up at him, lust in her eyes.

“Brought me to you demon lair, did you?” he asked, curling his tongue behind his teeth.

“I did, to have my naughty way with you,” she purred.

Spike growled, and lifted her skirts. Buffy lifted her leg to give him easier access, sharply inhaling as she felt his cold fingers trace up her bare thigh above her stocking. There was something to be said for skirts after all, she thought.

Spike grabbed her ass, lifting her up and against his rather obvious interest in the situation. His lips on her neck, they stumbled towards the bed. Landing roughly on her back, Spike making furious work of getting her out of her dress.

Running her hands through his wavy brown locks, she allowed herself a moment of rational thought. Which was hard when he was sliding his hands up and down her stocking clad legs. She wanted him, yes this much was true. She still loved him too, but the fact remained that underlying all the lust and the raw need to couple, he didn’t love her anymore.

She very much wanted to crush Drusilla into a little ball of dust and sweep her under the carpet. The sad reality was that, after William had taken from her what she was saving for him, and him alone, he would go back to his Sire, leaving her alone with her vengeance.

Her lips found his, and rational thought was squashed. Their tongues duelled each seeking dominance over the other. This wasn’t a coupling of lovers; this was the frantic union of two demons seeking revenge. And revenge was just what business Buffy was in nowadays.

Buffy felt the pop of buttons, as Spike tore her dress, the seams giving way from the back. In one fluid motion she had been left in her corset and stockings. And it turned her on.

“God, Buffy...” he gasped looking upon her disrobed state. “There was a time when I dreamed about this moment.”

And now? she thought but didn‘t voice the question for fear of what the answer might be.

Buffy dug her nails into his shirt and pulled it back, revealing his alabaster chest, complete with pectorals that just begged for her lips’ caress. Sliding her hands over his shoulders, Buffy pushed his shirt down and leaned forward, letting her tongue trace a slick trail from his neck to his right nipple and back again.

Spike groaned in appreciation of her administrations. With a twist of his fingers, her knickers lay ripped at the foot of the bed. Buffy gasped as she felt his nimble fingers feather along her weeping slit.

“Right wet you are for me too, Buffy. Been waiting long for this have ya now?” he teased.

Buffy nodded, her tongue in his ear. “I think you like teasing me, Spike. Be the vampire I know you are and take me.” Buffy clenched her legs around him and bit down on his lip with her blunt human teeth.

“I wonder how you taste pet,” said the vampire, spreading her legs and making his way to her molten core, nibbling along her thigh.

Buffy gasped again as his tongue made long licks along her slit, circling her clit. She had never thought that sex would feel this way. Though she would never admit it to Anyanka, Buffy was still a virgin. It was expected of a woman in her station, purity until marriage. It had taken Buffy a while but she had finally realised that not only did Anyanka come from a different culture than Buffy’s socially conscious British heritage, but that she had been definitely of a different class.

But this wasn’t the time to be thinking of class differences, or Anyanka for that matter. The attentions of William to her nether regions was much more distracting. Quickly he poked his tongue in and out of her quim, causing a whimper of pleasure to come from the demon’s mouth.

“Oh Spike,” she moaned, digging her fingernails in to the linens on the bed, supporting their exploits.

Swiftly, he replaced his tongue with his fingers and crept up the length of her body once more. She felt a tug, and heard the sound of fabric sliding down legs. Buffy tried to form a mental picture of her William with out a stitch of clothing on. As it was, with her on her back, she could only see his flawless upper body. With a hard yank, Spike pulled Buffy towards him and positioned himself at her entrance.

Buffy shook with nervousness but gave a slight nod of her head, assent for what was to come next. Slowly, as if he knew that this was her first time, he slid into her taking great care not to hurt her.

The feeling of him filling her felt so right, like he was the perfect size to fill that particular chasm within her. Slowly, Buffy started rocking back against him, his fingers digging into her hips and her garter belt that she was still wearing. The sensations were wondrous, and she suddenly felt like nothing in this dimension or on earth had prepared her for this experience.

“Buffy, god, you are so hot, tight quim,” said her lover as he began pounding into her harder and harder.

He supposed that since it was her first time that he should be gentle, but, another voice in his head said to him, she’s a demon now, she can take it.

That thought was pushed to the back of his brain as he realised exactly what he had done, the demon in him rejoicing that he had had her first. The man in him trembled at the fact. She had saved herself for him. It struck a chord so deep. He had envisioned this moment for a long time, all throughout his desperate courting of his Cecily.

The early morning romp had started as a way to get back at Drusilla: he had thought it was good reason. Now as Cecily’s...no Buffy’s walls milked his manhood for all it was worth, he wondered how he had fallen out of love with her so quickly.

Her cute moans and mews caused him to step up his rhythm of his thrusts. She was beautiful as she had ever been. Like him she would never age. She was his first love, and she had ripped out his heart, stomped on it, then begged his forgiveness. It was hard to think of her transgressions while he was buried in her hot pussy, or the reason why he hadn’t done this in all the years they had been casually bumping into each other.

“I thought you wanted to taste me?” she asked coyly, her hands now grasping at the headboard of the bed.

Spike growled and smiled, bringing his vampire features out to play. Buffy smiled at his transformation. He leaned his head down, still relentlessly pounding into her, and slipped his fangs into her unblemished neck.

Buffy screamed at the pleasurable feeling of him sucking away her blood. She had barely felt the puncture of his fangs in her skin, but the pulling on her blood had brought her to orgasm, something that before now she had only heard about from Anyanka.

“Spike!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the stone walls of her lair.

He followed her within moments, her blood painting his lips. He rolled off of her, licking his lips and making smacking noises.

“Doesn’t taste quite like I thought it would,” he noted to the ceiling. “Not bad mind you, but not something to write home about.”

Buffy rolled over and placed her hand on her lover’s bare alabaster chest.

“I told you I wouldn’t taste good, demon after all,” she said with a smile.

“You did warn me,” he conceded.

There was a pause. The awkwardness of what they had just done filled the room.

“The train, Spike.”

“Sod the bloody train, you can teleport...”said the vampire rolling over to cover his body with hers once more, thinking he should take advantage of this most pleasant situation.

Buffy let out a giggle. “Are you saying that you enjoyed your time in Arashamahar then?” she asked, tracing the contours of his face with her index finger.

“Wasn’t bad, wouldn’t mind having another go.”

Buffy could feel that what he said was true. His manly member was making its presence known along her thigh. Buffy moaned in pleasure as he started kissing her neck again, pushing her pendant out of the way.

“Such a pretty neck, Buffy, too pretty to be hidden under this gawdy thing,” he said as he lifted the pendant off her skin.

In a flash, Buffy’s fingers were covering his. “It’s what keeps me a demon Spike. Remove that and I go back to being what I was.”

“And what were you pet?” he asked with a glint in his eye.

“A Slayer, a girl that was forced to break the heart of someone she loved.”

Spike rolled off of her once more, and reached for his trousers. Buffy sat up, knowing she‘d said the wrong thing.

“Spike...William?”

“Just leave it,” he barked, sliding his trousers up over his legs.

Buffy scooted off the bed and found a new dress in her closet. “I didn’t ask you to love me back you know. I was just stating a fact that we keep dancing around.”

“I don’t love you anymore Cecily.”

“I know that William. You love her, Drusilla, the one that’s off with the Immortal right now, probably screaming his name out in ecstasy.”

Spike let out a growl. “You shut your trap about her! You sent me into her arms, she made me what I am now.”

“You think I don’t know that?” she wailed. “You think I don’t wish that I could grant my own wishes and wish that this had never happened, that I had run away with you, the Council be damned. We would have been on the run, but we would have been happy.”

Spike snorted.

“No,” said Buffy, sinking to her knees in front of the trouser clad vampire. “William, those things I said, they were cruel, and I’m so very sorry. Every time I see you, I tell you I am sorry because I truly am. And if I have to grovel at your feet for all eternity, I will. I’ve lost my chance with you. I did that when I stepped on your heart in Mrs. Sinclair’s parlour. I know that. It doesn't make me happy. But you have to believe that at the time, I thought it was the right thing to do. I was trying to protect you.”

“From Angelus,” he murmured.

“From Angelus,” she confirmed.

“Who is right now waiting for me on that soddin’ train to Rome.”

Buffy nodded. The train. Rome, and his return to Drusilla. Buffy stood up and set about restoring her clothing and hair into a style that was presentable to the public. She turned from her mirror to see that Spike had found his shirt and it wasn’t too damaged.

“Ready?” she asked.

He nodded and she grabbed his hand and led him through the portal that instantly appeared before her.
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With the smell of smoke filling the air around them, Buffy and Spike reappeared on the train platform metres from where they had left it. The platform was crowded now, and the train was sitting on the tracks and boarding.

“Madame Erixel!” called Annette at the other end of the platform.

The hiss of the train and the mêlée of passengers trying to get on the train made having a conversation impossible.

“Will I see you on the train?” asked Buffy, holding his hand even tighter.

“You will,” said the vampire, relinquishing her hand and fading into the crowd that surrounded them.

“Madame Erixel!” called Annette again, this time she had spotted her employer and was running towards her. “Madame, the trunks, they are on the train, and here is your bag. We must board the train, or it will leave without us!”

Buffy nodded and let the girl lead her to her first class seat.
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tbc...