Xena Complex
By Bloody Tears of Life

Chapter 4: Coming Out

Disclaimer: Alas, Spike is not mine.

Author’s note: This is written primarily by BloodyTearsOfLife with some tweakage by the lovely Ariel Dawn.

Summery: Buffy’s reaction
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Chapter 4: Coming Out

“She’s your what?” cried Buffy at last standing up from her previous position as a lump on the floor.

Riley did a double take as he finally acknowledged Buffy’s presence. His comically wide eyes darted between the real Buffy and the Bot.

“What? Huh? Buf…” the words died on Riley’s lips as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and fainted, the Bot catching him easily.

“Wanker,” Spike mumbled as he tested out his nose.

“What did you do to him?” the Bot demanded, putting her hands on her hips and Riley dropped to the floor with a thud. The Bot glanced down confused before picking up Riley again, a large bruise forming on his temple.

“I didn’t do anything to him, he fainted. Just put him on the couch. Willow,” Buffy turned, staring hard at the witch. “Think you can wake him up?” Her gaze letting Willow know she wasn’t happy with the situation.

“Uh…ye-yeah. I think so,” Willow answered timidly. ‘Want me to shut the Bot off too? She seems distracted?” she asked Buffy telepathically.

‘Yes please!’ Buffy answered back.

Willow sat down next to Riley, and while the Bot distressed over Riley, Willow managed to shut her off, her hand frozen in mid stroke on Riley‘s arm.

“You okay?” Buffy asked Spike, turning towards him. His nose was slightly red but other than that he looked fine.

“Nothin’ different than how you normally rough me up,” he replied with a chuckle and Buffy playfully slapped him on the arm.

“Okay guys, I think he’s coming to,” Willow called out.

Riley’s eyes began to open and he sat up, staring around disoriented, his eyes locking on Buffy.

“Buffy?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” Buffy gave a little wave, her lips together in a thin line, though her whole stance screamed ‘Slayer’, and Spike had to pull his duster tighter around him to hide his reaction.

“Wait, if you’re Buffy, then who is this?” Riley turned to the lifeless Bot and let out a girly yell.

“OW! Vamp hearing here!” Spike growled rubbing his offended ears. “You’re worse than bloody Dawn…” he mumbled.

“Oh can it bleach brain,” Riley automatically retorted before looking back at Buffy bewildered. “So, what? Huh?”

“She’s a robot,” Buffy explained and Riley blinked at her.

“She’s a robot?” His obviously blank expression showing he didn’t understand.

“Yes.”

As the information sunk in, Riley’s face contorted in disgust. “I’ve been sleeping with a robot!”  Riley‘s face shifted into what Buffy could only describe as revulsion. “I’ve been violated.”

“You?” exclaimed Buffy.  “What about me? You married her you big dummy! Now we have to get a divorce!” Her anger growing with the fact that Riley was only worried that he’d been sleeping with a robot.

“Don’t worry pet, we’ll get it sorted,” Spike interjected, grabbing onto her hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I feel dirty...” muttered Buffy.

The idea of being married to Riley, while not too long ago an appealing idea, brought out a shade of green on Buffy’s face that previously had been reserved for Dawn’s weird food concoctions.

Buffy leaned into Spike’s lean form and closed her eyes breathing in his distinct scent.

“Wait, you two, together?” Riley asked, his eyes begging Buffy to say no.

It took Buffy a while to open her eyes to answer Riley.

“Yeah, we’re together,” Buffy finally answered, feeling better that she’d gotten it out. Spike flashed her a smile that made her knees weak and she could see the awe in his eyes at her words.

A quick look at Willow showed her giving a smile of encouragement. Buffy looked back at Riley and sighed when she saw him.

He’d passed out again.
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“So let me get this straight, you married her and not once did you notice it wasn’t me?” Buffy questioned from her spot across from Riley at the table, who was holding an icepack to his head and nursing a strong cup of coffee.

Once they’d managed to rouse Riley again, they’d ushered him into the kitchen, where cookies were sitting in the middle of the table and a pot of coffee was steaming on the counter.

“I thought she was you. Yeah, she acted a bit strange but you were always quirky like that,” Riley said, defending himself.

Buffy rolled her eyes and then closed them, trying to control her anger. Right now in her mind’s eye, Riley’s decapitated head was rolling through the jungle. Buffy forced herself to be calm.

“Whatever Riley, all I want is to find some divorce papers and have you sign them.” Buffy tried keeping her voice down since Dawn was in the living room watching TV, or what passed for TV here.

“But Buffy, don’t you see what this means? Technically we’re married, we can be together now. I know that we didn’t part on the best terms, but here’s our chance to start over,” he pleaded, making the best puppy dogs eyes he could make which only rendered him to look incredibly stupid.

“Riley, are you insane? You gave me an ultimatum after I found out that you were getting sucked on by vamp hoes, and now you just want to pretend none of that happened and have me be married to you?!” Buffy shouted and Spike sprawled a hand on her back, kneading the tight muscles there in an effort to calm her, even though he more than wanted to give the git a nice pummelling.

“Buffy, I…” Riley continued on though Buffy didn’t hear a word of it. Spike’s hand was working magic on her back and made her think up a lot of ideas of what she’d rather him be doing with those hands. She really need to get out of here before she said to hell with it and jumped the vamp.

“Look Riley, this is how it’s going to go,” Buffy spoke up, stopping Riley in the middle of his tirade. “We are NOT getting back together. We,” she motioned to Spike and herself, “Are going to go find someplace to stay for the night and then I will find a lawyer and get some divorce papers. You WILL sign them when I come back tomorrow, okay?”

Riley looked up and realized the Buffy was completely serious. Then he saw the way she was allowing Spike to touch her and felt completely disgusted.

“Fine. I don’t want you anyways, you let that thing touch you.” It was a last ditch effort on the commando’s part, and he knew it.

Spike stood up so fast his chair knocked over. He leaned over the table, staring pure rage at Riley, game face on.

“If you bloody ever talk to Buffy like that again, you’re going to find out exactly how I got my lil’ nickname. I may not be able to do it myself but I certainly know some demons that would love to get their hands on one of the soldier boys that held them captive.” He flashed his fangs relishing in the fear that was wafting off Riley, who’d stayed still. “And now I know where you live, you better bloody believe that I just might use that to my advantage. Might even make myself a pretty penny for the information. Now that I think about it, would be a right smart idea to do when I get to Sunnyhell. So what do you say soldier boy, should I sell your location to all those demons dying to get their hands on you?”

Spike stared disgusted at the git when the strong smell of urine assaulted his nostrils, his demon enjoying that he’d scared the wanker senseless. Spike growled in repulsion before pulling back, holding out a hand for Buffy. She instantly grabbed onto it, calling back to Riley over her shoulder.

“I’ll be back tomorrow and you better be here!”
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“Have I told you how bloody gorgeous you are?” Spike asked as he nipped his way down her naked body, taking in a deep breath as he stopped in front of her sex.

They had found a hotel nearby and secured two rooms with the money that Spike had swiped from Riley when he’d been unconscious. Not that Buffy knew that of course.

“Spike!” Buffy pleaded, her breathing was ragged, her hands fisted into the bed sheets. Spike had been teasing her for the last 15 minutes and if he didn’t really touch her soon… well, she really didn’t want to think about that because he had to touch her or she was going to explode from frustration.

“Yes kitten?” Spike trailed his fingers along her outer lips but never entering her folds.

“Spike, I swear to god that if you don’t stop teasing I’m going to go back to Riley’s and-” Buffy never got to finish her sentence because the next thing she knew Spike surged up her body and buried his cock in her to the hilt, causing her words to die in her throat and gasp out at the sensation.

“There will be no mention of the wanker when we’re together, got it?” Spike growled against her throat, the vibrations releasing a new flood of moisture from Buffy as he thrust into her. His demon had seen red when she’d said Riley’s name and now he fought back against it; it was howling for him to claim her, to mark her as his forever.

Buffy’s mewling only served to spur him on and his thrusts took on a frantic pace. Her nails dug into his back, drawing half crescent moons into the smooth surface. The scent of his blood in the air brought his demon completely forward and he buried his face in her neck, trying to push it back.

“Spike?” Buffy knew that Spike was in game face, she could not only feel it against her neck but something deep within her felt the change.

“Yeah love?” he rasped against her neck, pressing soft kisses to it.

“Look at me.” Buffy gently pulled his head up, entwining her fingers through his hair and staring into his amber eyes. Her lithe hands traced over his ridges before pulling him closer and kissing him.

His fangs cut into her lips and Spike groaned as he licked it up the welting blood, sealing the wounds as he did so. Her inner muscles rippled against his cock and Spike picked up the pace again knowing that he wasn’t going to last too long. His hands gripped onto her hips, tilting them so he hit her spot on every downward thrust. Soon Buffy was writhing beneath him, his name a chant from her lips.

Buffy pulled Spike as closely as she could, his cooler skin sending shivers down her overheated body. She rested her forehead against his as she stared into his amber eyes as their bodies continued to rock against each other. She looked at his demon visage and realized she wanted this; she wanted HIM, all of him and she wanted him all to herself.

With an instinct she didn’t know she had, she swiftly moved forward, biting down on his neck, drawing blood and licking it up.

“Mine,” she rasped out, never letting go of his neck.

“Yours,” he managed to squeeze out before his fangs sheath themselves in her neck, drinking down her blood, sending Buffy spiralling into what seemed like an everlasting orgasm. With the slayer blood on his tongue and the way her inner muscles were strangling his cock, Spike finally gave in, coming with a roar, his cool seed feeling her womb.

“Mine,” he growled against her neck, continuing to attend to his mark, his body lying fluidly against hers.

“Yours, always yours,” she answered, her own tongue running over her own marks.

They lay in the afterglow together, contented to be as they were. Once Spike came down from his high, he stared at Buffy in awe and shock, hoping that she’d realized exactly what happened. He closed himself off, prepared for her rejection.

Buffy pulled back enough to look into his eyes, the new claim signaling her into what was going on inside Spike.

“Don’t,” she commanded.

“What?”

“Don’t question it. If I didn’t want it to happen, I wouldn’t have done it. I’m not completely blonde you know. I do know what claims are. I’m the one who initiated it. You didn’t have to counter it. It should be me who’s doing the questioning, not you.” Buffy cupped his face, wiping the lone tear that had fallen. “So Spike, you regret it?”

“No, not for the world,” he told her before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. “Love you.”

Buffy felt the genuine feeling through the claim and had to fight back the tears she knew were gathering in her eyes. “I’m sorry Spike, I can’t-”.

Spike cut her off by kissing her, pulling back when she needed oxygen. “It’s okay kitten, I understand. When I say it, it’s because I want you to know. There isn’t a day when we’re together that I don’t want you to know I love you. It’s sudden and I realize that. I can wait. I’ve got eternity and so do we now.”

Spike placed one last chaste kiss on her lips and then rolled onto his back, pulling Buffy towards him. She curled up against him feeling safe and content, but most of all, feeling loved.
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The pounding on the door of Riley’s house woke him up the next afternoon. His head was spinning and the empty bottles around him were a testament to what he had been doing since Buffy had shown up the day before.

“Come on, lil’ bit faster you ponce, some of us are spontaneously combustible!”

Riley finally made it to the door, unlocking it, his movements slow and lethargic. He flew back into the wall as Spike dashed into the room, Buffy right behind him, closing the door and pausing at the pile of Riley on the floor.

“Spike, look what you did. I think you knocked him out again. I need him to be conscious for him to sign the papers you dummy,” she chided.

“Don’t fret love, he’s still awake. By the smells of it, he might be sporting one killer head ache,” Spike commented as he dropped his blanket and straightened out his clothes.

“Yeah ewww, what is that smell?” Buffy asked as her face scrunched up.

“That’d be Captain Cardboard.”

A closer look at Riley proved him to still be wearing the clothes he’d been wearing when they had arrived the day before, complete with urine smell.

“Riley?”

Riley let out a groan before unsteadily making it to his feet.

“Buffy?” he question, swaying on his feet.

“Yeah. Uh, could you just sign these? All the one by the red arrows,” she instructed, handing him a set of papers and a pen.

“So this is it? That’s okay. I got news for you myself. I’m gay.” Riley confessed, looking sober for the moment and Buffy felt her eyes widen as Spike stood beside her, trying not to break into giggles and failing horribly.

The idea was ridiculous, that Riley was gay. Unless he was hiding it really well, her brain reasoned.

“I knew it was a robot the whole time. It gave me a good cover. No one would think a thing about Captain Finn when he had his loving wife by his side, nope. Now I’m going to have to figure out another plan,” continued Riley, not even waiting for the vampire to stop his snickering.

Buffy decided to take the high road.

“Riley, I’m glad you told me but you could just please sign the papers?” she begged, wanting to be out of there fast.

“Oh yeah, sure.” Riley somehow managed to sign the papers and hand them back to Buffy.

“Thanks,” she replied as she took them. “Ready to make a mad dash again?” she asked turning towards Spike.

“Yeah, just make sure Nibs has the back door open,” Spike answered as he gathered up his blanket again. Buffy popped her head out the door, signalling for Dawn to open the back door. Spike made a run as Buffy opened the door. She lingered there for a second, feeling slightly sorry for Riley.

“Um, thanks again Riley. Sorry about the whole Bot mess,” she said trying to make herself feel better.

“That’s okay. Hey, could I have Xander’s number? He always seemed a little, you know, different,” asked Riley.

Buffy’s eyes went wide, trying to decide if he was for real.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Buffy answered while trying to hold her laughter in. “Anya and him are pretty serious.”

“Oh,” he said crestfallen before gaining hope again. “What about Angel?”

Buffy thought about it for a second before tearing off a corner of the divorce papers and scribbling down Angel’s phone number and handing it to Riley. She was mad enough at both of them now that the idea of putting Riley on Angel’s tail wasn’t a bad idea.

“Oh thanks Buffy, you’re the best,” Riley gushed.

“Don’t mention it,” she said over her shoulder as she ran to the car.

“We so need to get home. I don’t think I could be more wigged at the moment,” said Buffy as she got into the car.

“Why? What happened?” Willow asked from the passenger seat.

“I’ll tell you on the way home. It’ll make a good story.”
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The End