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Third Chapter Written By BloodyTearsOfLife and Beta'd by Ariel Dawn.

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Part 3
By BloodyTearsOfLife
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Buffy was thinking about anything to stop the rushing blood to her cheeks as she felt Spike’s eyes roam over her as she walked towards the photoset. She glanced out of the corner of her eye to see Spike exude cool confidence as always, as if nothing could faze him. She could see, however, the way he held himself just a bit more taut, waiting for her reaction. And damn, if he didn’t look fine in that Armani suit. It showed off the swell of his chest and his lean hips.

She brushed her hand lightly against his as she took a step forward, letting him know she knew what she was getting into. Money was money; and she felt better knowing that she would be doing this with someone who had her back rather than some random stranger.

They both turned and looked at the set before them. It was the interior of a room done in pinks and reds, rather on the girlish side. Given their outfits, this wasn’t what either expected. Any speculation was cut short as a man jumped forward, a camera held in his hand. He was nearly as tall as Spike with dark auburn hair that offset his brown eyes and his skin was that tanning booth bronze color.

“Alright, Buffy, honey, I need you to put on this fluffy robe and sit at the vanity table,” the man instructed and both stared at him. There was an awkward silence before the photographer gave a scoff and smacked himself. “Oh where are my manners. My name is Diego, I’m the photographer. So Buffy, please take this robe and sit at the vanity table. Make sure it covers everything,” he said with a wave of his hand towards Buffy and what she was wearing.

Buffy took the offered frilly pink robe and slipped it on. It seemed odd to put it over the outfit she was wearing but she wasn’t in charge, so on it went.

“Now Spike, my precious, oh look at those cheekbones," started Diego, sighing. "I want you to go around the set and put yourself in the closest window. I’ll instruct you two on what to do as we go along. We’ll just do some warm up photos and see how it goes.” Diego had a slight lisp and the way he was eyeing Spike left no doubt to either what his orientation was, which made Buffy feel a bit better that he wasn’t going to be ogling her and she did her best to contain her giggles.

Spike was about to growl a word of warning to the photographer when he saw the amusement on Buffy’s face, and stopped. It made her eyes sparkle and brought a nice color to her cheeks, and he wouldn’t do anything to upset that. Instead, he added a little sway to his step as he rounded the set. He didn’t see the photographer’s reaction but if the little snorts of giggles from Buffy were anything to go on, he’s done his job right. He closed his eyes and tucked the sound of her laughter along with the other memories he had of her.

Once they were both situated, Diego began to call out instructions and people raced around to do his bidding.

“Now Spikey, lean into the window and give me a predatory look," Diego directed at Spike. "Fantastic. Buffy, pick up the lip stick tube and pretend to apply some.”

Both did as they were told and there was a distinct shutter of the camera lens.

“Buffy go to the bed and sit on the bottom but turn away from the window. Spike, step inside and stalk into the room, stop at the bed post.”

There was more clicking and more instructions and soon Buffy was thrown back on the bed, Spike hovering over her and Diego over at the side, clicking away. Buffy could feel her pulse in her throat as Spike held his weight above her but was very aware of every line of his body. What she really wanted to do was knock out both of her arms and let him settle against her, feel his weight on top of her.

Spike was fighting his own battle not to say sod it all and take the Slayer then and there. The makeup they’d done on her made her eyes almost cat like, illuminating them in that glowing face of hers. The outfit under the robe fit her like a second skin and accentuated just all the right places. He forced his hands still as he followed Diego’s next instructions.

“Spike, untie the sash and open it enough so we get a glimpse of what Buffy is wearing but not everything. Good,” he replied along with another click. “Buffy, stop him with one hand and then reach back and open the drawer.”

Buffy felt her heart beat pick up as she grabbed Spike’s hand, his calloused hand cool beneath hers. She wiggled to reach back and open the drawer.

“You better stop that Slayer or I won’t be liable for what happens next,” Spike said in a low tone, bringing his face closer to Buffy’s.

“And what’s going to happen Spike?” Buffy asked with another wiggle, finally managing to get the drawer open and her hand reaching in. Her hand stilled inside the drawer, waiting for what was to happen and Spike leaned even closer to her.

“Oh yes, Spike, that’s good. Buffy pull out the condom and hold it up,” Diego called out, breaking the spell that had fallen over them, causing them both to shake their heads.

Buffy wrapped her hand around one of the foil packages and slowly brought it up, keeping it in plain view. Somehow bringing it out made it all seem more real, as if they were really preparing to do the deed. The flare of Spike’s nostrils told her that he’d caught on to her thoughts and he gave the tiniest push against, his solid thigh pushing against her core.

“Spikey, take the condom from her," ordered Diego.

Spike held Buffy’s gaze as he reached up and plucked the condom from her hands, his fingers lingering over hers.

“I want you to scoot down just a bit and trail the condom down from her neck, slowly.”

Buffy’s breath hitched as the foil touched her and Spike lazily traced down her body with the corner, his tongue curling behind his teeth.

“Oh Spikey, you’re a natural,” Diego cooed, camera clicking away.

Spike leaned down making his eyes visible just above the condom and he pulled it lower and lower. He was at the top edge of the very low leather skirt and showed no signs of stopping when Diego called out that they were done and everyone sprung in motion to set up the next set. Buffy almost growled in frustration.

“You’re lucky Slayer, was just about to give you what you wanted,” Spike whispered, his cool breath flowing over her bare stomach and making her shiver. She looked up to see everyone looking at them and felt embarrassment flood her.

“Like you know what I want,” she growled, kicking Spike off and hopping off the bed with a huff, closing the robe around herself. When in doubt, or in this case, embarrassment, go with anger.

“Ahaha, not so fast little one,” Diego said, halting her. “I’ll be taking the robe now. We won’t need it for the next set.”

Buffy felt her insides do a flop and fought not to cover herself up as she gave up the robe. She could do this. She was the big bad Slayer. Demons quivered at the thought of her, right? No need to be scared of showing off some skin.

Spike rubbed the back of his neck, unsure what to do but in the end, walked over to Buffy, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of the Armani suit.

“Look Slayer, I didn’t meant to-” he was cut off by Buffy.

“Save it Spike. Let’s just get this done.”

“Fine, be a silly bint when all I was trying to do was apologize,” he snarled and stormed off as well as he could with the dress shoes he was wearing.

Buffy’s jaw dropped at his words. Spike, was going to apologize to her, and she’s messed it up. A once in a lifetime kind of thing and she’d messed it up. Great. Oh, and that little witch over there better take her hands off my vamp! she mentally ordered as she saw one of the crew lean in close to him and put her hand on his arm. Before she could do more than step a foot towards them, Diego was asking for them on another set.

Both turned to find Diego standing in front of the set of a posh office. What looked to be a solid oak desk took up the front and center of the room, and behind that was a big, black leather swivel chair. The floor was covered in a dark maroon carpet and the well placed lighting gave it the feel of late evening.

“My blonde honey suckle, I want you to go sit at the desk. Buffy, go follow Mia here she’ll help you get fangs in,” Diego said and motioned towards the brunette that had been hanging on Spike.

Buffy gave a thin smile and followed Mia towards a small stationary table to the side of the room.

“Girl, you are so lucky,” Mia squealed as she began to apply an adhesive to the fake set of fangs that were on the table.

“I guess so,” Buffy answered, looking at the fangs and smiling at the irony.

“Open.” Mia motioned with her hand and Buffy complied. Mia carefully inserted the fangs, setting them in perfect. “Close and bite down on them and let the adhesive set. They should be comfy since they aren’t a full mouth set but let me know if they hurt.”

Buffy nodded and turned back to the set, still biting down. Her lips were puffed out the tiniest bit but not much. She paused at the edge of the set, watching as Diego talked to Spike in a low tone. Papers were now scattered about the desk and Spike twirled a pen in hand. The tie that had been perfectly in place was loosened, as were the top buttons of the shirt underneath.

Spike looked up as the Slayer approached and fought not to throw her on the ground and ravish her as she smiled, revealing the fake set of fangs they’d given her. While no ridges marred her face, he couldn't stop the fantasy of those dainty fangs biting down into him as she rode him for all he was worth. The spiked collar strained against her neck as she took a deep breath, her breasts almost falling out of the top.

“Nice…teeth love,” he complimented her, the path his eyes took over her exposed skin almost burned.

“Thanks Spikey,” she said, walking closer to him and Spike was riveted to the sway in her hips and the strong muscles in her legs as she walked. She bent down to his ear as she walked around the chair. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll test them out on you later,” she purred, her tongue flicking out against his ear as the words and action went straight to his dick, making him unbearably hard.

“Well, don’t let me disrupt the chemistry,” Diego interrupted with a smile. “Buffy, my vampire, I want you…to stand behind the chair for now, wrap your hands around the edge and peek out.”

Diego stepped back and snapped the first few pictures as Buffy got behind the chair, her hand holding onto the smooth leather.

“Good, now come round and tilt Spike’s head with one hand, give me a nice good grip on his hair.”

Buffy fought the smirk off her face as she reached around and slid her hand into his soft hair, latching onto it and giving it a little tug, holding it to pull his neck taut. She pulled her head around the other corner of the chair and brought her face down. He gave a small shudder as she exhaled next to his neck. Well this had potential…

“Okay my vampy, slide your other arm across and down his chest, and then make like you’re going to bite him.”

Buffy hesitated for a moment before throwing caution to the wind and doing as she was told. She was being told to touch Spike, so it wasn’t like she was doing it of her own accord. It wasn't as if he could hold it against her. His chest was solid underneath her hand as she slid it across that expensive Armani suit, stopping in the center of his abs.

The next part took more effort, but she did it. She opened her mouth slowly as she lowered her head and finally pressed down on Spike’s neck, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to let him know she was there. He was tense beneath her, his neck and jaw muscles corded tight and she didn’t have to look up to know that he had his eyes closed. And why wouldn’t he? This probably was his ultimate fantasy.

“Mia! Bring in the fake blood,” Diego commanded, still taking pictures, alternating angles.

Mia stepped up holding a small dish and a dropper. “Buffy, I need you to lift up just a bit so I can squirt this stuff in.”

Buffy raised the tiniest bit and she smiled as she felt Spike rise to remain in contact with her. Mia filled the dropper and then switched from in front of them to behind them, squirting some blood and then doing the same in the front. Buffy expected it to taste horrible and was ready to gag but the red liquid was sweet and tasted like strawberries. They were using red strawberry syrup. It was the right color and consistency. Might as well use something that tasted good while they were at it.

“This next part is tricky,” Mia said, reloading the dropper. “Buffy, put your mouth as close to his skin as possible. Then I’m going to come from the back and put this into your mouth so that when you pretend to bite again, it will drip down.”

Buffy pressed her mouth as flat to Spike’s neck as she could, telling herself it was because she only wanted to do this once when it was really that she just craved the feeling of his flesh in her mouth.

Mia nudged the edge of her mouth and squeezed all of the liquid into her mouth. Buffy could feel it begin to fall out and the only thing she could think of to keep it in was to suck on Spike’s neck; and she did so, relishing in the little noise that escaped Spike’s mouth and the way his hands tightened on the arm rests of the chair.

“Ah, all set then?” Diego asked Mia as she walked off set. “Good, now Buffy, do the biting bit again and let the ‘blood’ drip down as slowly as you can let it. And Spike looks like he’s already enjoying himself as just keep that up.”

Stifling her chuckle, Buffy bared her ‘fangs’ and let the blood drip down, which only caused her to suck harder on Spike’s neck to compensate for showing off the fangs.

Spike let out a low moan and the pressure built and the cool liquid slid down his neck. If he concentrated hard enough he could pretend it was the real thing. And now all he had to do was concentrate on not making himself look like a nancy schoolboy who couldn’t control himself. It was tough, imagining the Slayer’s perfect pout glued to his neck as the fake blood dripped down. Despite his best efforts his body gave another shudder. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on a roll of these pictures…

Diego took a few more shots and then told Buffy to let up. Spike bit back the moan of loss as Buffy let go reluctantly from his neck. He attempted to turn his head but she was still holding it tight to one side.

“You gonna let me go, or you got something else for me love?” he purred out her, looking at her from the corner of his eyes.

Diego cut in before Buffy could reply back. “If you two thought that was fun, wait till you see what I got planned for you next.”

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Ariel’s turn!