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Anarchy Reigns by angelic_amy
 
Magical Enchantment.
 
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*squishy hugs* to Sue for the beta job.

A/N:
Sorry ‘bout the delay guys! Next update will be sooner.



Chapter 10: Magical Enchantment.


Spike thought the peak of acceptance, of recognition, was having his relationship with Buffy out there in the open, for judgment and scrutiny from Dawn, Giles and her friends. Knowing that she wasn’t ashamed of it, and in no way tried to hide it, filled Spike with more confidence than the broad smile—which had become a fixture on his face since it was made public knowledge—could express.

Tonight surpassed that.

Having Buffy in his arms, her attention focused solely on him—despite the interested glances she received from other males at the party—was the greatest gift she could ever give him. Spike’s feelings had been out on a platter, for Buffy to do with as she saw fit, right from day one. And while he’d seen glimpses of reciprocation from the Slayer, the statement her actions made tonight essentially confirmed what he’d been praying for.

Buffy had feelings for him.

Spike’s grin became impossibly wide.

“Why the big cheese?” Xander questioned as he and Anya danced by. “Don’t tell me, someone’s offered to give you a free make-over?”

“Sod off,” Spike scowled, spinning his chuckling girlfriend towards a more private corner of the room. “It’s not funny.”

“Oh, but it so is,” Buffy replied. At the pouty response she received, Buffy giggled again. “He’s just teasing. It’s Xander’s way of showing his acceptance. Teasing means he likes you.”

Acceptance… Spike hadn’t thought of it that way.

A mischievous smile crept across Buffy’s face. “You know, like how boys teased the girls they liked in school.” Faux shock replaced her smile. “You don’t think that he… likes you likes you, do you?”

“Minx,” Spike snorted.

“Well, you never know,” Buffy continued. “I mean, Larry thought Xander was gay back in Senior Year and --”

“Well, we’ll just have to set him right,” Spike interrupted. “Show him that he’s off his rocker if he thinks he’s got a chance.”

“How?” Buffy flirted.

“We’ll show him.”

Buffy squealed with happiness as Spike’s arms pulled her flush against him, lips swooping to claim hers in a fiery kiss.

~*~*~


“Diana, goddess of love and the hunt, I pray to thee.” Ethan’s chants were low and even as he began the spell. “Janus, lord of chaos, I implore thee.”

The vamps assembled watched with intrigue, feeling the air around them thicken as the spellcaster called out to the magic. Their boss Drusilla, danced gaily around a large kitchen pot that served as a cauldron, the viscous green contents bubbling at a boil.

“Let my cries be heard. Bind the hearts of Buffy and Spike…”

On her partner’s signal, Drusilla dropped a small Zippo lighter and a silver cross on a chain.

Neither her minions nor Drusilla herself had access to the Summers’ household. But that didn’t stop a human from entering. It was amazing the items someone could obtain with the right amount of threatening and a little cash. The Slayer had a lot of enemies in Sunnydale, and not all of them were demonic. Tonight that worked in Drusilla’s favour.

~*~*~


Buffy clutched at Spike’s shirt as his kiss became more demanding, the gentle exploration of his tongue long since departed to be replaced with an all-consuming need. She hungered for him. His touch, his taste, his smell, his everything, Buffy wanted it all.

Hip to hip, chest to chest, they ground against each other as each kiss became more passionate than the one before.

A thrill rolled up Buffy’s spine, a tingling feeling settling at the base of her neck, annoying in its insistence to be noticed.

Breaking away from the heated lip locking with a much-needed gasp for air, Buffy’s lust filled eyes found those of Spike’s.

“Did you feel that?” she asked, looking over his shoulder, searching for… something.

“Feel what?” Spike replied instantly as his gaze dropped to Buffy’s pink lips, swollen from their kissing. “All I feel, all I want, is you.”

The nagging sensation at the back of Buffy’s mind was instantly forgotten. Vampire and Slayer locked eyes, not a half second later their lips following suit.

~*~*~


“May they neither rest, nor peace find outside of the other’s presence. May they surrender to this love, without fear or concern of the outside world.”

Drusilla clapped her hands with unrestrained excitement. It was all falling into place.

~*~*~


Buffy gasped, breaking the kiss yet again as Spike’s hips thrust against hers, the hard length of his erection grinding firmly against her. His action was bold in a manner he had yet to express. And she liked it.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she drew him closer still, Buffy’s lips glued to Spike’s.

Spike’s arousal grew even further when he felt Buffy wiggle her hips against his, teasing his hard on to a point that was unbearable.

One, two, three hurried steps directed the pair away from their slice of the ‘dance floor’ and behind a screen, a darkened and slightly more private corner of the room.

Buffy’s back hit the wall with a loud thud, the sound eaten up by the pumping music.

“I… I want…” Buffy mumbled against Spike’s lips, a moan of satisfaction cutting off her stunted sentence when his teeth scraped against her throat. “Oohhhh.”

~*~*~


With a malevolent smirk and an unnecessary yet theatrical wave of his hands, Ethan dropped the last remaining ingredient into the mixture, a cloud of purple smoke rising from the bubbling fluid. Above the make shift cauldron it hovered.

“May they submit to their desires with a bond unbreakable save the will of mine. Diana, bring about this love and bless it. In Janus’s name, be it consecrated.”

The smoke departed.

~*~*~


A second thrill rolled up Buffy’s spine, once more tearing her lips from Spike’s. Her vampire boyfriend growled with displeasure, like a child having just had its favourite toy taken away from them.

His eyes glittered golden as the demon hinted reminded her of its presence.

Buffy’s expression softened, her gaze dropping to his lips with hunger.

Spike eyed Buffy’s lips just as hungrily.

Their preoccupation served as a distraction, neither noticing how their irises flashed a brilliant purple before returning to their normal colours.

~*~*~


“It is done,” Ethan informed confidently, on a high from the magical residue of the spell. The buzz was none too dissimilar from the time he’d gotten high on marijuana with Rupert back in college, only to a far more potent degree.

Now it was time for the real fun to begin.

~*~*~


Head satisfactorily bandaged, Giles poured himself a thumb of whiskey, downing the drink quickly before following it with a second. And a third. After his fourth, the pounding in his head was tapering off, reduced to a numbing pain. His actions were in no way wise—drinking with a banged up head—but save for some aspirin Giles had nothing in the way of painkillers. Whiskey it would have to be.

Buffy’s cell phone had been dialed repeatedly, each time unsuccessful in reaching the Slayer. After the third, or possibly fourth, ineffective attempt to reach her he’d tried the house. It too, rang out. Giles deduced that Buffy was obviously out, and the fact he had no idea where she might be didn’t work in his favour.

The best thing he could do right now, was get some kip and make contact with Buffy in the morning.

Drinking one last, large glass of whiskey, Giles ascended the stairs to his bedroom.

~*~*~


Willow puffed up her cheeks and exhaled noisily, eyes scanning the living room for her missing friend. After catching up with a few friends from class, she and Tara had shared a couple of dances, catching the tail end of Buffy and Spike’s make-out session before the couple had disappeared from the dance floor.

That was almost an hour ago.

The party was beginning to wind down and the fact that Willow had class early the next morning had her thinking it was about time to head home. Now if only she could just locate her missing friends, they could leave.

Xander ambled up to Willow, a shake of his head confirming that he’d found neither Buffy nor Spike in the kitchen area. Tara returned a moment later wearing a similar expression.

“I didn’t find them in the bathrooms,” she informed.

“And they’re not upstairs in any of the bedrooms,” Anya added. “I checked. All of them.”

“Ahn!” Xander chastised. “There could have been people up there.”

“There were,” Anya replied wickedly. “I was given the most fabulous idea for --”

“Right then,” Willow interrupted. “I’ll just go check the dance floor again.”

Leaving a bewildered Tara and embarrassed Xander behind to hear the tail end of Anya’s story, Willow made her way across the room toward the doors that lead to the backyard. Rounding an ornately decorated screen, Willow found herself confronted with a scene she would have much preferred not to bear witness to.

The only words that really described what she saw, was dry humping.

Spike had Buffy pressed up against the wall, the Slayer’s hands groping the vampire’s ass as he thrust against her. Their lips were latched to the others like a leech onto skin, with a seemingly unbreakable hold. Willow didn’t want to know where Spike’s hands were.

“Ah… guys?” she called, eyes downcast to the floor. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but it’s kinda getting late.”

With a frustrated sigh Spike broke the kiss. “Red, we’re kinda busy here,” he informed her before returning his lips to Buffy’s neck.

“No kidding,” Willow muttered. “Look, Buffy, you’ve got class tomorrow. Class that you cannot miss or be late for. So unless you were looking to flunk it, I suggest we go home. Now.”

Buffy sighed in much the manner Spike had moments earlier. “Will, do I have to? Spike is --”

“I really don’t want you to finish that sentence,” Willow begged. “Please, can we just go?”

Knowing her friend wasn’t going to give up any time soon, Buffy begrudgingly extracted her neck from Spike’s mouth and her hands from his buttocks, taking his hand in hers and leading the frustrated vampire out of the darkened corner.

“Happy?”

“Very,” Willow replied.

The trio walked across the room and joined the others.

“Where were they?” Anya inquired.

“Some place fun,” Spike answered with annoyance.

“Fun?” Xander repeated, taking one look at the pairs disheveled clothing and bruised lips, then the bright red hue that stained Willow’s cheeks before he connected the dots. “Oh.”

“You wanted to leave, well we’re all here now so why the hold up?” Buffy questioned.

“In a hurry to get somewhere, Buff?” Xander joked, his smile fading at the matching glares he received from Buffy and Spike. Suddenly, his nickname ‘Buff’ for his friend took on a whole new—and when combined with Spike—disturbing meaning. “I’ll be shutting up right now.”

“Good idea, whelp,” Spike growled.

~*~*~


From his corner of the room Sammy watched the group of friends with interest. He, of course, had been informed of the whole agenda for the evening, including the spell that was to be performed. And judging by the inseparable bond that had strengthened between the blonde couple, it had been completed.

Voyeurism was not a habit of Sammy’s but his strict instructions for the evening had been to keep watch over the pair until notified otherwise. So keep watch he had. After the display Sammy had just witnessed, Spike wasn’t the only frustrated vampire in the frat house.

The group of friends had a small conversation before heading towards the front door and exit to the house.

Flipping open his cell phone, he hit the speed dial button and waited for it to pick up at the other end of the line.

“Hello?”

“They’re on the move,” Sammy informed.

“Excellent. Everything’s been completed on this end. Grab yourselves a bite to eat and then head back.”

“Thank you,” Sammy replied with a grin.

Disconnecting the call he went of in search for Toby. The vampire had remained inconspicuous, as instructed, for the entire evening. And now he would be rewarded for it.

As Toby had been begging all night, they were finally going to hunt.



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