Title: What Sights Are These

Disclaimer: The only thing that’s mine is the story. Everything else…all hail Joss.

Rating: Extremely NC-17

Author's Note: Response to Prompt #10 "Voyeurism" over at the LiveJournal Community 20_hot_prompts. Oh, and it's thoroughly un-beta'd, so forgive me if it, y'know, sucks.

Warnings: We get into some serious smut, here, and it’s not always going to be light and fluffy. Some parts may make readers uncomfortable, but I’ll do my best to properly warn you beforehand.

Summary: Season Six, post “Older and Farther Away,” Anya finds the camera hidden by the Nerd Trio in the Magic Box, and Willow begins her search for other cameras, finding one in particular…

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“It’s so…creepy,” muttered Willow as she continued her search for other camera feeds, linking her laptop to the one that Anya had found while she was cleaning.

“I’d say it took a flying leap from creepy into just plain scary,” said Xander, pulling up a chair next to Willow, his eyes glued to the screen.

Anya frowned, crossing her arms in a protective gesture. “Have you tried getting a hold of Buffy?” she asked, troubled.

“I tried calling her at home,” said Willow, “but I think she already left for patrol. We really need to get her a cell phone.” She continued trying to trace back the camera’s signal, in an attempt to find out where the Trio were hiding. She sighed as her search kept hitting dead ends. “Well I will say this…they know how to cover their tracks.” She squinted at the screen as something caught her eye. “Hey, look at this! There are other feeds!”

“What’s that mean?” asked Xander, leaning forward to study the screen.

“It means there are other cameras…they’ve been watching all of us!” she exclaimed as she pulled up a window, this one showing the UC Sunnydale campus. “Oh god…my classes, the Doublemeat Palace, your worksite, Xander!”

“Okay…now it’s gone beyond scary.”

At this point Anya came up from behind the counter, concern etched in her face. “Are there other cameras? Like in our homes?”

“I’m not sure…hang on a sec.” Willow began typing furiously, and soon came up with a yet another set of feeds. She pulled up a window that showed the outside of Buffy’s house. Another revealed Xander’s apartment. “Oh god.”

She pulled up another window, then frowned in confusion. “What’s this?” she asked. It was inside somewhere, but it was dark, the only illumination coming from some retro-looking and somewhat beat up lamps, and some candles scattered here and there. There was a large bed, some furniture, and what looked like a…coffin?

The proverbial light bulb came on in Xander’s head. “Oh! That’s Spike’s crypt. The lower level,” he clarified at Willow’s questioning look. “I saw it when I went to find out if he’d seen Buffy, when she was all, y’know, unseeable.”

“Huh. Wonder how they got it down there without him knowing. Pretty ballsy of them, if you ask me,” said Anya.

“Pretty ballsy of them to be spying on us at all. Man, when Buffy finds out, she is gonna--” But Xander cut off as they saw a flash of something move across the screen. “What was that?” he asked.

“I didn’t see,” said Willow. “It was too fast.” There was another flash, only this time the camera was able to focus on whatever it was tried to follow it. “Must be motion activated,” mumbled Willow. The camera finally caught up to whatever was down there, and the group watching collectively gasped.

It was Spike and Buffy, and they were fighting. As in, actual, physical fighting.

“Oh my god!” cried Willow.

“How is this happening?” asked a nearly panicking Xander. “He has the chip!”

“Maybe he got it out,” commented Anya.

“Oh god.”

They watched, horrified, as Spike grabbed Buffy by the front of her blouse, slamming her against the stone wall of the cavern. They continued watching, even more horrified, when he suddenly lunged forward, claiming her mouth in a savage kiss.

The group sat in dumbfounded silence as Buffy jumped up and wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist, returning his kiss with equal fervor. Spike’s hands ripped open her blouse, sending buttons scattering across the room, and he latched on to one of her exposed nipples, making her cry out. As Spike suckled her, she toed her boots off behind his back, then unwrapped her legs and jumped to the ground. As soon as she landed, she began working on the fastenings of her jeans as Spike hooked his thumbs inside the waist and pushed them down over her hips and off her legs. As he stood she suddenly backhanded him, sending him flying to the floor and closer to the camera.

Buffy reached him just as he was rising to his knees, and she swept down to meet him, her arms circling his neck as she kissed him again. Spike’s hands roved her now nude body, but she pushed him back slightly. “Stand up,” she ordered hoarsely, causing the watching Scoobies to jump at the sound of her voice, just realizing that the cameras had audio as well.


Spike stood, then groaned as Buffy leaned forward and licked the ridge of muscle above his right hip, then the left. She deftly undid his belt, then began on the fastening of his jeans when suddenly he grasped her face in his hands, tilting her head up, stroking her hair back from her face.

“God, look at you…” he whispered reverently. Their gazes held for several moments, and for the first time the watching Scoobies felt their shock melting into awkwardness, feeling very much that they were witnessing something extremely personal. Still, they couldn’t seem to look away.

Buffy continued to look into Spike’s eyes as she finished undoing his jeans, watching his face contort in pleasure as she grasped his cock. The watching group blinked as a whole at his size. Apparently Spike’s cockiness was justified.

Buffy began stroking his shaft, Spike’s eyes finally closing in pleasure, then she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth, causing Spike to stiffen and cry out. She pulled back and swirled her tongue around the head, then took him almost all the way into her mouth, her hand encircling the base as she began sucking him in earnest.

“Oh fuck, luv, yeah…just like that…you suck my cock so good…so good. Oh! Oh Christ!” Spike’s ramblings seemed to be having their own effect on Buffy, who began moaning and whimpering around his cock. She pulled back for a moment, panting, then slowly engulfed him in her mouth again. She paused at the same place she stopped before, then took a deep breath and began working the final inches of his shaft into her mouth.

“Arggghhrrrgghhh!” Spike strangled cry of pleasure rang out as Buffy deep-throated him, grasping his wrists and leading his hands to the sides of her head, his fingers tunneling into her hair as he began moving his hips, fucking her mouth. Buffy held onto his hips, ready to control his movement if she had to, but she never did. Her moans and whimpers of pleasure rose in volume as Spike fucked her mouth, building to a crescendo that ended in a high-pitched sigh. She had just come from sucking him off.

“Oh god, baby, gonna come…come in your mouth…oh fuck…oh god…oh god, oh god, OH!--” Spike thrust one final time, his back bowing forward with the force of his orgasm, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he spilled himself into Buffy’s mouth as she swallowed him down eagerly. She continued sucking him as the aftereffects shook through him, releasing him once he was finally spent as Spike heaved a huge sigh.

Spike stood, swaying slightly as Buffy shoved his jeans down his legs, and as soon as he stepped out of them he collapsed to his knees, wrapping his arms around Buffy’s waist and tugging her against him, kissing her so thoroughly she fell onto her back, Spike collapsing atop her.

Anya, who of the group, was probably handling this entire situation the best, complained idly, “How come you won’t kiss me like that after I give you oral pleasure?”

Xander didn’t even hear her. He remained in stunned silence, unable to do anything but watch as Spike began slowly kissing his way down Buffy’s body, paying extended attention to her breasts until she was writhing beneath him.

“Please,” Buffy panted. “Please, please, please…”

At her breathless plea, Spike shifted down and grasped her knees, lifting and bending them up and out, sliding his hands down her inner thighs before leaning forward, slowly extending his tongue and gliding up the length of her slit. Buffy cried out as her legs began to quiver, and Spike sank his mouth into her, his jaw working back and forth, eyes closed in obvious pleasure. From the sounds he was making, one would think he was enjoying the act even more than was Buffy.

Spike drew back slightly, then inserted two long fingers where his tongue had just been, pumping them slowly as he leaned in and flicked her engorged clit with his tongue. Buffy went wild beneath him, grabbing his hair and nearly screaming in pleasure. He used his other hand to press down on her pelvis, staying the wild bucking of her hips. This only served to increase Buffy’s thrashing, until her entire body suddenly jackknifed off the rug, a rasping moan tearing from her throat as she came, coating Spike’s mouth and chin in her juices.

He continued licking at her until her body stopped quaking, then without warning grabbed her waist and flipped her over onto her stomach, Buffy’s pliant body rolling easily. He knelt and tugged her hips up and back, until she was on all fours. He positioned himself at her dripping entrance, hissing in pleasure, but moved no further.

“Do you want me, Buffy?” he asked hoarsely. “Tell me you want it, luv.”

“Oh, god, yes…please…” she moaned.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I want you! Spike, inside me, please,” she sounded close to weeping.

“That’s my girl,” he growled, then drove himself all the way inside her, to the hilt, both of them screaming in pleasure. He grabbed her hips, setting a bruising pace as he thrust inside her so hard that Buffy gasped with every impact.

“Nuh--not…not yuh--your…girl…” she panted.

“Oh, no?” Spike asked. “I think we both know better than that, pet.” Spike slowed his thrusts and leaned over her back, his left hand sliding down her stomach and between her legs, eliciting an immediate moan from Buffy. “Only one who can make you feel like this is me, luv.”

Buffy had enough presence of mind to snort at his comment.

“Is that right?” he sneered, eyebrow raised. Suddenly he reached out with both hands and grabbed her wrists, then pulled her arms out from under her, sending her cheek down to the rug beneath her. Spike held her arms stretched straight out behind her, pulling her back into each of his ever more powerful thrusts. “You want this from someone else, then? Maybe that Richard bloke from your party?”

Buffy’s only response was her rhythmic grunting.

Slowly, Spike brought the fingers of her right hand to his mouth, kissing the tips lightly before drawing them into his mouth, suckling softly. Buffy sighed, smiling slightly. Just as slowly, Spike twisted her left arm behind her, pinning it against her back, but releasing her wrist in favor of lacing his fingers through hers. He released her fingers from his mouth, then said softly, “Get yourself ready for me, baby,” and let go of her wrist.

Even Anya was shocked as Buffy began working her saliva-coated index finger into her own asshole. She pumped a few times, then added her middle finger, and then her ring finger. “That’s it, pet,” encouraged Spike, never losing his own rhythm within her. “Almost ready.”

“God, Spike, please…”

“Oh, you’re begging for me now?” he panted. “Thought only my girl begged for me. You could get this anywhere,” he ground out, his thrusting suddenly increasing in tempo. “You could even get your precious Angel to do this. I can bloody well guarantee that seeing you like this wouldn’t make him blissfully happy!” he yelled, clearly angry now. “But you don’t want them, do you? Do you Buffy!”

“Nuh…No!”

“Why not? Tell me why not!” he pulled out of her and nudged the head of his cock against Buffy’s now gaping asshole, but moved no further.

Buffy cried out in anguished frustration. “Because! Because they’re not you!”

At that, Spike groaned, finally sliding his dick inside, slowly pushing past the tight ring of her muscle. “Tha’s right, baby…only me…only you and me--ah, fuck!” he cried out as he was seated fully within her. He paused, panting, then just as slowly withdrew, causing them both to shudder. Gradually his speed increased, till he was pounding into her ass just as thoroughly as he had her pussy. Both seemed beyond speech, their wordless cries and moans filling the air.

Spike continued pumping into her as he leaned over her back, finally releasing the arm he had pinned behind her as he supported his weight with his left arm. His right hand once again delved between her legs, rubbing firmly against her swollen flesh until her moans began to raise in volume, evolving into near screams of pleasure.

“That’s it, Slayer. You love getting fucked in that pretty little ass by me, don’t you?” Spike panted. He leaned in close to her ear and growled a single word.

“Come.”

And she did, her entire body tensing at once, her back arching and fingers digging into the rug beneath her, the keening wail she released soon joined by Spike’s roar of completion. Suddenly their quaking limbs failed them, and they collapsed to the floor together in a boneless heap. When neither one of them moved save the heavy breathing that was damn well unnecessary for one of them, the watching Scoobies realized the blond pair had actually passed out from the pleasure.

The group continued staring at the screen, in their shock seemingly unable to take their eyes off the sleeping forms of vampire and Slayer. Therefore, they collectively jumped in surprise as the bell above the door of the Magic Box jingled, announcing the arrival of Tara.

“Hey guys,” she greeted as she removed her jacket. “I just dropped Dawnie off at Janice’s, she’s staying the night there--oh goddess!” she cut off as she caught a glimpse of what held the others’ attention.

Her surprise seemed to jolt Xander out of his stupor. “I’ll fucking kill him,” he ground out, before turning in search of a weapon. At this point Willow and Anya began speaking at once, both of them expressing their shock and confusion at what they had just seen.

“Wait!” shouted Tara, just as Xander was picking up a battle axe. Genuinely stunned at the usually soft-spoken Tara’s outburst, the group instantly quieted and looked at her.

Taking a deep breath against her nerves, and saying a quick prayer that she was doing the right thing, she began to speak. “I-I know this is hard for you guys to find out l-like this. But please, don’t do anything rash.” She paused, gulping hard. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she huffed, “but just…w-watch.”

So they watched.

TBC…

Author’s Note: If the narrative seemed awkward while the Scoobies were watching Buffy and Spike, I apologize. As it turns out, writing smut from a second-person point of view was kind of difficult. With this in mind, following chapters will be more “show” and less “tell” (at least I hope so!), and I’ll likely just switch POV’s when any Scooby reaction is needed. I apologize in advance if this makes the reading even more awkward, but I’m hoping it will help, and I hope you enjoy!