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A/N: This story has a little more dialogue than the others. The Italics are the character's thoughts. This is the final installment to the Cheating on Riley series. I hope you enjoy it as I have enjoyed writing it for you. Feedback is appreciated.

Buffy soaked her aching body in a hot bath. Her limbs were stretched to capacity. However, her neck bothered her the most. It was a painful yet pleasurable reminder of Spike. She exited the tub barely able to walk. Her pussy lips were swollen. Another reminder of her day spent with Spike. She looked in the mirror, inspecting the damage to her neck. Thanks to her slayer healing powers, the marks had already begun to fade. Nothing a little foundation couldn't cover up she thought.

She snuck out the crypt without waking him. She didn't want to discuss what happen. The intimacies involved in the acts were extreme. Both were on opposite sides of the sexual spectrum. She enjoyed them, leaving her confused. Was she in love with Spike? Was she a masochist? Both gave her the most intense orgasms of her life. She wanted the feeling back.

Smelling the roses Riley had left with her mom. She thought about their relationship. Her mother told her he came by to check on her. He was worried she was sick. It was a very sweet gesture she thought. They had plans to go to the Bronze on Friday night. She was actually looking forward to it. She needed a night out to take her mind off of Spike.

Spike was pissed Buffy left without saying goodbye. He thought she never wanted to see him again. She would have to stake him in order for that to happen he thought. He was not letting her go. They needed to talk. He was given the privilege to make love to her. He felt his unexpected sexual impulse, ruined the memory of that moment. With her limited sexual experience, it may have been a lot to absorb he thought. He didn't plan for it to happen. Her lovely neck called to him. She looked so beautiful, riding his cock. He wanted to give her something special.

Buffy applied the finishing touches to her neck. It was time to patrol. She was going to stop by later to talk with Spike. She opened the door, surprised to see Riley, standing in the doorway. She didn't expect to see him until their date. He hugged her, placing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

"I was worried about you. I came by and your mother said you weren't home. Did you like the roses and the chicken soup? I thought it would make you feel better. You ran out of class so fast. I thought you were sick or something. Where were you anyway?

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm sorry I ran out on you. I had remembered I needed to check out this very important library book. I tried looking for you afterward but I guess you were on you way here."

"Oh. Were you heading out to patrol?"

"Yes"

"Great, then I'll come with you."

"No"

"Come on I can back you up".

"No, I need you to stay here."

"You never had a problem with me patrolling with you before. Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I don't want you to get hurt. We have a date tomorrow and I need you in one piece, not all sore and limpy."

Part of her answer was true. She didn't want to see him hurt, but it was important that she talk to Spike.

"Look, I can take care of myself. I'm coming with you whether you like it or not".

"Besides, it will give us time to be together. Lately, we have become passing ships in the night. I want to dock. You know it's been a while since we, well you know. I want to be with you. I know how slaying gets you all horny."

God, he can't even say. The word is fuck. I'll be horny all right but not for you.

Buffy didn't want to think about what he was suggesting. She really didn't want to have sex with him. She didn't know how to get out of it. Their sex life had become nonexistent. He never made an issue out of it nor did she. She realized she would have to give in.

"Okay, you can come with me, but this is the last time".

"That's my girl. I think we should patrol the Restfield cemetery first. The Initiative reported a lot of vampire activity there."

"Well, I disagree. I patrolled Restfield last night and I only dusted two vamps. And fucked one for hours. We should focus on the others."

"You're the Slayer, lets go."

Buffy knew this was a bad idea. She hoped they wouldn't run into Spike. It would make things awkward. Since she and Spike became lovers, she made sure she was never in the same room with both of them. Whenever Spike was in close proximity, she constantly had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom to wipe away the excess dampness from between her legs.

Spike couldn't wait to see Buffy but that was nothing new. He wanted to see her everyday if he could. The last couple of months had been bliss for him. Buffy had been coming by during the day sometimes, staying until they ventured out to patrol. They barely made it out of the crypt on most of those days. There was no way she was giving Joe normal the time of day he thought. He couldn't figure how she would have the energy. They fucked like rabbits. He didn't want to delude himself into thinking their relationship was more than that but that morning and afternoon changed things. She let him make love to her. She had to feel something for him he thought.

Patrolling with Riley turned out to be a good idea after all Buffy thought. They talked, laughed and played. It felt like old times. Of course, it wasn't all fun and games. They dusted several vamps and some kind of demon. Riley called the Initiative to come pick it up. He dictated orders. She continued to patrol.

"Hello, cutie"

"Spike, what are you doing here?"

"Patrolling remember. I don't blame you for forgetting. We had other things on our mind."

He grabbed her hands. She pulled them away. Her heart sped up and she felt her head pounding from the words this can't be happening, this can't be happening. Buffy was speechless.

"What's wrong?"

"Spike, What the hell do you want?"

"I'm having a conversation with the lady so sod off soldier boy."

"You know we thought we had finished dusting vamps for tonight, but I think I could handle one more."

"I'll like to see you try."

Spike looked at Buffy for answers but her face was blank.

"What's the matter, pet? Cat got your tongue."

Buffy backed away from him, moving closer to Riley. She was caught in the middle. She didn't think about what she going to say.

"Riley's right, what the hell are you doing here chip-boy? "

"Probably cooking up some scheme to make our lives miserable. Get the hell out of here Spike." Riley shouted, pulling Buffy closer to him."

Spike couldn't believe what he was hearing. He figured this was how it was going to be. She was going to treat him like dirt until she gets an itch she can't scratch. He thought things had changed between them. He felt it and he knew she did too. It wasn't that he was expecting her to be with him over night but dammit she was going to respect him even in front of captain cardboard.

"All look at the happy couple. I guess you two are going to have a bit of a snog. I hear she likes it rough."

Riley lunged at him with his stake. Buffy stopped him. Riley knew there was a bit of truth in his words. He didn't want to acknowledge them. Buffy had been known to bruise a rib or two during sex.

"You know if I didn't have this chip in my head, I would have killed you a long time ago."

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"You figure it out."

"Shut up Spike, Riley lets go."

She turned to look at Spike, hoping he would she the apology in her eyes. He was gone. She felt her heart sank.

"Why didn't you let me kill him?"

"I have told you a million times. We need him. He has proven useful, especially in battle. He has saved me a few times and the others. He's harmless. I wouldn't feel right killing him."

"Yeah, right harmless. And what the hell was all that stuff about killing me and you liking it rough."

"That's just Spike. He can't kill anyone so he has to settle for trying to push people's buttons. You shouldn't let him get to you."

Spike had drunk all the alcohol he could find. He was clearly hurt by Buffy's actions. He pictured her with Riley. It wanted to heave. The thought of soldier boy touching her was too much. After leaving the cemetery, he stopped at a store, picking up several bottles of Jack Daniels. He lost her forever he thought. If she had given him a crumb or some sort of sign she didn't mean it, he would have backed off.

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"Oh, Buffy that was amazing." Was it good for you, too?"

Buffy was covered in Riley's sweat, feeling like a drowned cat. She stared at the ceiling the entire time he was on top of her. She made it good for him as usual, faking her way through the rest, as usual. She had spotted a spider in the far left corner and some water damage. She made a mental note to tell him about it later. She thought about Spike. She had to talk to him.

"Buffy, Buffy, Did you hear me?"

"Huh, oh yeah it was great. I need to go".

"You're not staying. I was just getting started."

Yeah I bet you were, another fifteen minutes and you'll be sleep.

"Well I got some homework I need to finish and I promised my mom I wouldn't stay out late".

"If you just call her and tell her you're with me, I'm sure she would be okay with it."

"No, I better go. I'll see you Friday."

Buffy made a quick exit. She ran nonstop until she reached her front door. She immediately jumped in the shower, washing off the enormous amount of sweat. She loved a lot of things about Riley but his sweat was not one of them. She was use to Spike's body. She wished it were him she was washed down the drain. It was too late to go see him she thought. She wrapped herself in a pink fluffy towel, pretending it was his arms around her.

Still wrapped in her towel, she laid on her bed. She felt a hot, wet emptiness between her legs. She rubbed them together, trying to create a friction as if his legs were twined with hers. Letting the towel fall open, she roamed her hands over her body. She wanted to touch the places that his hands, cock and tongue would have touched. She needed him. She longed for him. She pinched her nipples until they were sore, getting off on the pain. She caressed and squeezed her tits until they swelled. She explored her body, feeling a fire spread through her. She stroked her flames of desire for him. He never made her feel ashamed of her sexual needs. He would eat and fuck her for hours until her ability to stand was in question. She placed her fingers inside her mouth, wetting and sucking them like she would his cock. She slipped them inside her dripping core, releasing a moan that echoed through her body. Her clit was as erect as her nipples. She stroked it like he would have stroked it. She worked her fingers in and out of her lips, trying to bring forth the intensity they always created. She had never wanted a man so badly as she wanted Spike. He was indeed a man with a real man's cock. His prowess as a lover made her weep. Her watery eyes threatened the image of his face, floating above her. She came, crying out his name in desperation. They way she would have if he was there.

The alcohol didn't help. Spike couldn't stop thinking about her. He wanted to go to her. He was never good at hiding his hurt. He wore it on his sleeve like his heart. She was everywhere, in his clothes, in the sheets and on his skin. His cock begged for her. He wanted to be inside her forever. He tried to think of something else to control his raging hard on but nothing worked. He found one of the many pairs of thong underwear he ripped from her body. He ran the silky material along his nude beauty, stroking them on his cock. His eyes drifted shut. An image of her touching him appeared. He stroked his cock like she would have stroked it. He thought about her hot mouth, swallowing him whole. He stroked his cock harder. Vivid images of her riding him swirled about. He imaged her blonde hair tickling her lower back, baring her throat to him. He thought about the first and last time they were together and everything in between. His orgasm was so powerful, come shot into his hair, his chest, and over his hips. He thought he could hear her cries of ecstasy like she was there with him. He didn't bother to clean himself off. Instead he fell into a deep sleep, purring like a contented cat.

Buffy awoke still plagued by thoughts of Spike. She had to see him. She wanted to apologize for last night. Her emotions were conflicted. She wanted her relationship with Spike to be purely sexually. Their romps were to fill a void that was missing from her relationship with Riley. This wasn't new information. Spike had to know where he stood she thought. Riley was her boyfriend. Her heart belonged to him or did it? She admitted she wanted Spike. The whole vampire/slayer thing was a powerful draw. Want was such a strong word and need was even stronger, but did it equal love she questioned. Looking at her history, her first love was a vampire, the Dracula thing and now her sexcapades with Spike. There certainly was a pattern she will inevitably have to face she thought.

Buffy wanted to look nice for Spike. She skipped several classes to go home and change. She wore a button down floral mini dress and sensible sandals. She skipped the underwear and perfume. She wanted him to smell her natural scent. The outfit wasn't appropriate for slaying. It was for Spike's benefit. Well, maybe a little for her too. She took a bag of sweats and sneakers to patrol for later.

Spike sat in front of the telly watching his favorite soap opera, Passions. He hoped it would take his mind off of Buffy. He decided he was going to talk to her, during patrol. He was going to tell her how he felt. He wanted to tell her how he felt. He needed to know where he stood. He walked into the kitchen, getting his daily dose of pig's blood and a fag. When the all too familiar scent raged through his nostrils, he stopped in his tracks. He watched her enter his crypt, looking like a ray of sunshine. She was stunning he thought. He met her halfway, opening his arms. He never wanted to let her go. However, the moment was short-lived. Spike pulled away from her as if blinded by a cross.

"What?" she asked looking confused. Spike looked at her, speechless. He walked away, jumping to the lower level. He fought back tears. Jealousy had brought out his demon. He didn't want to look at her.

Buffy followed, surprised at his sudden change in mood. When she made it down the ladder, his back was turned to her.

She called out to him but he didn't respond. "Spike talk to me. What's wrong?"

"I can smell him on you."

Buffy could barely get the lump out of her throat to speak. Dam vampire smelling thing.

They stood in silence for what seemed like eternity.

"Did you have to shag him?"

"I didn't want to."

"Whore"

"He is my boyfriend Spike that never changed. I couldn't keep telling him no. It would have only made him suspicious. It was the first time I had sex with him since you and I. Jesus, why are we even having this conversation? I don't owe you an explanation. You think I don't know how you feel. Well I do. I know there has been something building between us. I've tried to fight it but it want go away".

Tears welled up in her eyes. Buffy didn't know whether to leave or stay. Spike still had his back turned to her.

"Say something"

Spike could feel her pain. He ached for her, knowing she was telling the truth. He wanted to take her in his arms, forgetting the last twenty-four hours. However, the thought of her being with soldier boy kept his demon stirring. Still in game face, he felt her coming closer. He couldn't speak or move.

Buffy walked toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She kissed in between his shoulders blades, smearing her well-painted lips on his black t-shirt. She laid her head in the center of his back, fusing her body to his. She smiled when he laid his arms across hers. She could feel his strength. He was solid. She was turned on.

"If I'm a whore, then I'm a whore for you. I wanted to be with you last night. You were never far from my thoughts."

Removing her arms from around his waist, she placed her hands to the tops of his broad shoulders. Standing on her tippy toes, she planted light kisses to every part of him she could reach. She ran her fingertips along the sides of his neck, triggering the memory of what happened Thursday afternoon. She was wet thinking about it. She tickled the nape of his neck, returning to his shoulders then locked her arms underneath his to massage his chest. She could feel his pectoral muscles jump from her touch. She trailed her hands further down until she reached the rim of his jeans. She snaked one hand down his pants, playing in his brown curls. She continued to massage his chest with the other.

Seductively she whispered, "Erase him from me."

Spike could not remember being so completely aroused by a woman. He hardened into a steel bar. It was an irresistible pull, his darkness and her light. Her words combined with his jealousy fueled his demon more. He turned to face her, expecting her to be stunned. Instead she pulled him down to her mouth. She ran her tongue under the tip of one of his fangs, slicing it before plunging into his mouth. The taste of her blood magnified his arousal. The kiss naturally turned passionate.

"I'll make you forget."

He crashed his mouth down to hers. The man in him wanted to make love to her. The demon demanded vengeance. Roughly, he pushed her onto the bed, sensing a bit of fear. The dress she wore did not go unnoticed. She looked fuckable. He crawled on top of her, staring into her eyes with his yellow ones.

"Love the dress, pet"

"Good, I wore it especially for you."

"Too bad you want be leaving with it."

He fastened his mouth to hers. It was an erotic battle of tongue versus tongue. Spike could smell her arousal and her guilt. All he could think about was how he was going to shag her senseless. He ripped the front of her dress. The sound of buttons and her startled gasp filled the room. He growled when she ripped his t-shirt, shoving his jeans off with her feet. His hands and mouth traveled around her body. His fangs nipped at her flesh, bring forth tiny pools of blood. He traced every curve of her body with his tongue, leaving moisture all the way down until he reached her sex. He stuck a finger into her, tasting it. He did it again. Instead of putting his fingers back inside his mouth, he rested them on her lips.

"Open your mouth"

Spike pressed his fingers to her tongue, sliding them down her chin and along the center of her body. He entered her, bringing her to orgasm. Her slayer muscles greeted his cock like a parade. He wanted to explode, calming himself before he could continue. He took hungry possession of her body. Unable to hold on any longer, he pulled his cock out and ejaculated on her chest.

Buffy wasn't going to deny him anything. She was ridiculously wet. Her body quivered with want. She was use to his demon coming in and out while they fucked but never for that long. His fangs left marks of ownership on her body. It was dangerous, passionate and sinful. Her wetness dripped like a leaky faucet. Her pussy screamed for him to be inside. She felt one good turn deserved another, ripping his t-shirt away from his chest. She forcefully pulled his jeans down, feeling his cock rub along the inside of her thigh. She wanted him to enter her right a way. When he didn't, she felt like he was punishing her. The anticipation sent her into stimulation overload. Her clit throbbed. When he finally entered her, she bucked and shook against the silk sheets, on fire. Riley could never elicit that kind of pleasure from her she thought. Spike never made her feel ashamed of her sexual needs. Instantly, he knew what she needed like it was requirement for being a slayer. She came the moment he entered it. She didn't stop even when he pulled out.

"Squeeze your tits together."

He placed his dick between her breasts, sliding it in against the curves. She surprised him, darting her tongue out to tease the tip. She was fucking amazing he thought.

Spike went down on her, sweeping his tongue across her swollen lips. He laid his arm across her belly to hold her down. He licked and sucked on her clit until she overflowed in his mouth. Her moans pleased him and soothed his demon, bringing forth his human features. He moved up her body, licking up his jizzim from her chest. He spit it inside her mouth. He kissed her, rekindling the fire in their kiss. They parted mutually, lying beside each other, exhausted.

TBC

Chapter Two--The Feeling is Mutual

The sex was hot and explosive, leaving Buffy incapable of a complete thought. She felt Spike's cool hands between her legs. She responded immediately to his touch, spreading her legs wider to take in him. He buried his hands into her hair, pulling her into a deep, long kiss. His movements enticed rather than satisfied. She gripped his ass, signaling him to pick up the pace. He grabbed her hands, holding them above her head. She looked passed his demon features, returning the intense gaze back into his yellow eyes. She liked being restrained. The raw strength of his demon rubbed against her, soothing her heat. She never took her eyes off of his, feeling a desire for him to feed from her.

"What are me doing?"

"Its called making love, pet." He whispered, changing back to his human face.

"This is not love. It's lust and passion."

"What do you think love is?"

Spike didn't bothering waiting for a response. He brought her almost to release, and then stopped. He turned her over, manhandling her into position. He ripped her dress up her back, trailing his tongue where the seams use to be. He licked from the nape of her neck down the bone of her spine to the crack of her ass. His fangs pierced the flesh of her back and her lovely bottom. Spike lapped at the blood. He teased her cunt and ass from behind, alternating from one entrance to other. He gripped her hips, pounding into her, swatting her ass each time she cried.

"Fuck me" he whispered, pulling her body flush against his.

They were joined together like Siamese twins. Their need for each other grew with every thrust. Their rhythm was rough. They pushed, pumped and pounded each other into searing bliss. They were out of control.

"Can you feel me?" he whispered thrusting up into her harder.

"Yes, Yes God yes" she cried out, gripping the back of his neck with both her hands, pulling him to her neck.

"Do you want to feel it again?"

Buffy knew exactly what he was referring to. The memory of him choking her invoked her primal instincts. The gratification she felt made her high. She wanted another hit.

"Do it"

Her words were his blessing. He called forth his demon, sniffing her before sinking his fangs into the side of her neck. He felt her tense then relax into him. Her hot juices triggered his orgasm. He drank deep, fucking her even harder. He felt her body jerk and spasm against his. Fucking perfect he thought.

Buffy screamed out in rapture "Oh God Spike, I love you!!!!! I love you!!!! I love you!!!!

Her words trailed off into a whisper. She belonged to him. A single tear dripped from her face. Spike, her tireless passionate lover, fulfilled her in mind, body, and soul.

A trail of blood traveled from her neck to the valley of her breasts. It spread to her pubic hair, mixing with their musky arousals. They were bonded. They rocked together in silence. They had mated, producing the offspring of love.

"I love you too," he whispered, licking his claim.

After closing her wounds, Spike planted delicate kisses along the length of her neck. Buffy belonged to him. It was all he wanted. He laid her on the bed, brushing his tongue along her lips. He kissed her softly. He cleaned up the blood trial until he to the sweet aroma of their joining. He used his mouth and hands, destroying any negative thoughts she might have had from what they shared.

Everything he did to her set her on fire. She could no longer deny the way they reacted to each other. It was more than just hormones. She thirsted for him. It was a need that would never be quenched. Spike's mouth opened the floodgates between her legs. Spike had her spread, flushed and waiting. She was in sweet agony from his restless tongue.

"Spike, please, please"

"You need this. Let me taste your desire" He whispered, looking up at her.

Buffy's head fell back onto the bed. She was on the verge of another orgasm. Spike consumed her. She was on her way to where he wanted to take her. Her head filled with contradictions. She wanted him to take her rough yet tender and slow yet fast. With each touch of his probing tongue, she was got wetter and wetter. The enjoyment had become too much to sustain. She came so hard. It felt like she was having an out of body experience. The imagined Buffy stood by the side of the bed, watching her fall.

Riley didn't know what was keeping Buffy. It had been over an hour. He was sure he told her to meet him at the Bronze at eight o'clock. It was ninety-thirty. He knew she wasn't with Willow. She and Tara were already there. He wasn't worried. He thought maybe she took a nap and just forgot the time. She had really been exhausted the last couple of months. He stopped by her house. Her mother told him she had not seen her all day. He stopped by Giles apartment. He wasn't any help. His last stop was the Magic Box. Anya and Xander were clearly having sex in the training room. It was no point in bothering them he thought. He racked his brain, trying to figure out where she could possible be. He doubted she was with Spike. It was close to eleven o'clock. Patrolling was over. Despite his better judgment, he was going to stop by Spike's crypt any way.

He figured Spike had to be there. The TV was on. He made his way down the ladder. It was dark. He heard voices. There were no candles lit where he was stood. However, there appeared to be the sun shining throughout the rest the crypt. He peeked around the corner. He was taken aback by what he saw. He couldn't take his eyes off of Spike's long, hard, erection. He was impressed. He estimated it had to be at least eight to nine inches in length and three inches thick in girth. It was bigger than Forrest and Graham he thought.

Riley couldn't believe Spike had such an incredible body. He was attracted to him. He wondered if Spike worked out or if he was just naturally muscular. His body reminded him of the male gymnasts he watched on ESPN. He couldn't believe all that man was hidden underneath that leather coat.

It was apparent he was with some blonde bitch, but Riley wasn't interested in her. He couldn't believe the size of Spike's cock and his ass. It was perfect like the rest of him he thought. Riley couldn't resist the urge to touch himself. He felt his erection pushing against his pants. He tried to get a better view without being noticed. He knew he needed to leave, but he couldn't take his eyes off Spike. He couldn't help but think how lucky the blonde bitch had it, watching Spike go down on her. He had a mouth to die for. He pictured it wrapped around his cock. Riley continued to watch, pulling the blonde bitch to him. She was a petite and looked a lot like Buffy.

Riley thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He pulled back, using the wall to support himself. Quickly, he climbed the ladder unable to catch his breath. He had to get to the frat house right away.

Spike could since someone watching him. He could smell him. It was the same cheap cologne that lingered on Buffy. He wasn't going to break performance with Buffy her for soldier boy or anybody else. Not even holy water could get him off of her. Spike hoped he enjoyed the show. He anticipated a big scene, but nothing happen. Spike guessed he was too shocked to do anything. He hoped Riley saw her wetness, dripping from his mouth and heard her incredible come sounds. He didn't want to waist anymore time on him. He refocused his attention back to Buffy. He pulled her to him, easing her down his cock. He kissed her hard, mating his tongue with hers. Everything was perfect. She told him she loved him and Riley witnessed him pleasing her. He knew for sure they were over.


Meanwhile

Riley arrived at the frat house disgusted, but aroused. His cock stayed hard all the way home. He was anxious to tell Forrest what he witnessed. He walked into his room, pleased at the sight before him. Forrest lay naked in his bed.

"How was your date, lover?"

"I' ll tell you about it later." Riley replied, removing his clothes

"Did you break it off with her?"

"No, but I don't think its going to be as hard as I thought"

"Good. I can't stand that bitch."

"I'm glad you're here." Forrest said, pulling back the covers.

"Me too"

"Looks like you're ready for me."

"Always, lover."

"Did you lock the door?"

"What about Graham?"

"Later, Come here."