Chapter 1

Spike sang happily, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, one hand on the steering wheel, tapping in time to the music and his other arm around Drusilla who was unconscious on the seat next to him. He felt like life couldn’t get any better then that. They had escaped Angelus and death by the Slayer. He smiled remembering how he last saw them, Buffy on her knees about to be sliced in half by Angelus.

Spike laughed ruefully thinking how stupid he was to think that was the end and stupider still that he helped the slayer. That whole ordeal landed him where he was today. On his knees on a dirt-covered hard floor, fighting trial after trial because the powers that be decided he was to win his soul back. And all because he helped the slayer and now he was deemed a champion.

“Sodding hell,” Spike said aloud as he heard heavy footsteps approach him. He had already been burned and battled til his hands were bloodied and swollen and both eyes blackened.

“Stand up man – vampire,” the deep voice commanded.

Spike got to his feet slowly and faced the demon, a slight smirk on his badly bruised face.

“You have done what is required of you.”

“Done what is required? What the buggering fuck are you talking about? I do not want my soul. I don’t want to turn into a whimpering namby panby like my old pal Angel.”

“You have no choice. This is what you are chosen for. You will receive your soul.”

“I have no choice? Are you mad? I am William the Bloody. I have no use for a soul. I’m mean and evil. I’m the big bad for Christ’s sake.”

The demon stepped forward and placed his hand on Spike’s bare chest.

“Remember you earned this. Not only did the powers that be declare that you should have the return of your soul, you fought the required trials. You rose above and beyond what we thought you were capable of. This is for you…William.”

Spike looked down at his chest as the demon’s hand started to glow. A bright light fused through the hand into Spike’s chest making him cry out.

“Oh bloody hell,” he cried as darkness overcame him.

*~*

Meanwhile back in Sunnydale, Angel had already been returned from the hell dimension. He and Buffy were trying to make it as friends and were failing miserably. The Scoobies and Giles were wary of him and didn’t trust that he was back to being Angel and not the horror that was Angelus.

“Buffy are you sure about this? I know I am not the only one who has harsh reservations about allowing Angel to be around me – us – you,” Giles said, as he looked Buffy in the eye.

They were in the school library between classes. Willow and Xander were out with their respective other halves while Buffy was holed up with Giles.

Buffy shrugged slightly and looked away from Giles’ penetrating gaze.

“I know what’s in my heart and usually it conflicts with what is in my head. Right now Angel is not a threat. I know what he – Angelus did was inconceivably wrong but he isn’t Angelus anymore. He’s Angel.”

“He’s not Angelus? Buffy he will always be Angelus. Just because he has a soul does not mean that he will not become Angelus once again. It shouldn’t take a soul to anchor the good in a man,” Giles argued.

“Don’t you think I know that Giles? Jeez I’m not blind you know. My heart doesn’t shade my eyes from the truth. I’m not saying we have to accept him back with open arms. I’m just saying let’s use him as an alternate source. He is there to help us and will help me,” Buffy said turning away from Giles and putting a hand to her forehead.

“Buffy? He tortured me. Literally and physically tortured me. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” Giles questioned her, his voice hard and cold.

Buffy turned around, about to respond when then library door swung open.

“Hidey ho campers. How is everyone this fine afternoon?” Xander asked as he shuffled into the room. He sat down at their usual table and put his leg on the polished wood. He glanced up at Buffy and Giles and frowned.

“Uh oh what did I have the pleasure of walking in on?”

“I know what he did to you Giles. God had it not been for Spike I don’t think I would have been able to get you out of there.”

“Spike? What about me? I was all with the ‘Save Giles’ routine,” Xander huffed.

Buffy turned to him. “Had Spike not been there to distract Angel you would not have been able to sneak in and get Giles.”

“All hail the bleached wonder,” Xander said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

“When did this turn into a Spike thing? I thought we were talking about Angel. Besides Spike is gone.”

“Oh I wouldn’t say that love.”

All three heads spun around to see Spike saunter in. He leant against the nearest wall and regarded them, one eyebrow raised, a slight smirk on his face. He crossed his leather-clad arms over his chest and locked eyes with the slayer.

“Spike!” Buffy exclaimed a surprised look on her face.

“Spike!” The other two said equally surprised expressions upon their faces.

“That is my name. An awfully sexy one if you ask me,” he drawled, his British accent thick and the tones of his voice deep.

Buffy blushed as Spike’s cerulean blue eyes began to rake across her form. From the tipy top of her head to the bottom of her toes, he looked her up and down. Finally his eyes settled on hers and Buffy felt a flame of heat soar up through her body.

“What the hell are you doing back? I thought I told you Sunnydale is off limits to you,” Buffy huffed, her hands on her hips as she stalked over to Spike.

“Angry looks good on you,” He said as he circled her. He got to her back and stopped, he leant in close and whispered in her ear. “But I would look better.”

Buffy gasped and shivered as his cool breath blew across her sensitive skin.

“In your dreams vampire,” Buffy said once she regained control over herself.

“Every night.”

Buffy locked eyes with him as he circled in front of her. She couldn’t deny it; as much as she hated him she wanted him as well. Her body responded to his in a way that she had never experienced before. She opened her mouth to make one of her trademark, smartass comments but closed it quickly as Angel walked in.

“Spike!” he growled menacingly.

“Ahh Angelus. How are we today? All soul-ed up or still being a bastard and torturing the slayer and her lot?”

Spike smirked at Angel and took a drag off his cigarette. Angel was incredulous as Spike blew smoke rings at him.

“Why are you here?” Angel asked his hands balled into tight fists at his sides.

“It’s a bloody fantastic story really. Sexy British vampire helps slayer, slayer kills good vampire gone bad, Sexy British vamp is deemed champion and gets the return of his soul.”

“You have your soul?” Xander who had been quiet the entire time questioned as he got up from the table.

“Would seem so my friendly little whelp. The big bad is now as soul-full as the great poof.”

“Fascinating,” Giles said as he pulled his glasses off his face and started to polish them.

“Fascinating? What’s soo damn fascinating about it?” Buffy asked, her face in shock.

“Hey I had mine first. Before it was the cool new thing,” Angel grumbled, not really talking to anyone.

Buffy rolled her eyes at Angel and turned back to Spike.

“How? What? How?” Xander asked standing up.

“I don’t really know. After I left here the powers that be stepped in and took me to another dimension. They told me I had to stand a bevy of trials and if I passed I would be rewarded. I wasn’t told until I was done that I was to receive my soul,” Spike shrugged.

“But why you? What did you do that’s soo wonderful?”

“I helped you that’s what. I helped you defeat Angelus and stop the ending of the world.”

“You didn’t help much. It’s not like you had to kill Drusilla in order to save the world.”

“No…but if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have been able to win,” Spike said matter-of-factly.

While the argued they unconsciously moved closer together until they were practically on top of each other.

“Oh please like you’re God’s gift.”

“What can I say? When you’ve got it you’ve got it.”

“You are such an arrogant ass!” Buffy yelled.

“You love it!” Spike yelled back.

They reached for each other at the same time, their bodies coming against each other’s, their mouths meeting in a fiery kiss.

Angel, Xander and Giles had their jaws on the floor as they looked on.

“SPIKE!” Angel growled trying to remind his Childe who the leader was here.

Buffy broke the kiss and stepped back, her hand upon her mouth.

“You jerk!” She yelled as she swung her small fist towards him. Spike caught it easily and laughed.

“It’s a bloody shame we had to stop. I can tell how you want me even as you stand here denying it,” Spike said letting go of her hand and sniffing the air.

“You’re a pig Spike.”

“Alright that’s enough,” Giles said walking up to them. Buffy and Spike turned to Giles, murder written in their eyes.

“Well…er…Spike. You have a soul now. Does that mean you went through the same things Angel went through? Do you feel remorse for what you did? Did you suffer? Did you go insane?” Giles asked as he opened the little book he had hidden in his pocket, no doubt archiving it for the Watcher’s Diaries.

“Not to the degree that the ponce did, the insanity anyway. They told me I had always retained some of my humanity. I was not a total monster like Angelus. That’s another reason I had my soul returned. I was a champion. Your champion,” he said turning to Buffy.

“Shall I get on my knees now and thank you?”

Spike lifted his scarred eyebrow and smirked. The other three men gawked, Giles visibly shaken by the images her outburst induced.

“Um…er. Not that way you sickos,” Buffy stammered, turning red when she realized what she had said.

“Yeah you helped me. Big freaking deal. Can we just get over it now?”

“What’s done is done. I don’t see how you deserved a soul but whatever, it’s over now,” Angel grumbled, highly pissed that he wasn’t the only soul-ed vampire anymore.

“There’s a difference between you and me…Sire. I earned my soul, you were cursed with yours,” Spike pointed out.

“This is most incredible. Spike would you mind answering some questions for me?” Giles asked him.

“Answer some questions? Has everyone lost their mind? This is Spike we are talking about. Evil monster Spike. Who cares if he has his soul, it doesn’t matter now.”

“Buffy this is rather extraordinary. Spike earned his soul and the powers that be wanted to give it to him. It did not change him like it did Angel. I want to do more research on this,” Giles said cleaning his glasses again before putting them back on the bridge of his nose.

Xander who had been pretty quiet the entire time was looking at Spike as if seeing him for the first time. Angel noticed and felt a stab of jealousy flow through the knife he could feel in his back. Not that he wanted Xander to like him or that he was jealous of Spike’s soul. He had fought so hard to get Buffy and the others to trust him and as soon as he is in good he loses his soul. What kind of freaking karma was that?

Angel shook his head and glanced in Buffy’s direction. She was watching Spike with a mixture of anger and something else that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

And what the hell was up with that kiss? Angel thought as he watched Buffy start to blush. He swung his eyes over to watch Spike when he realized they were staring at each other again.

“That’s it! I’ve got to get out of here!” Angel yelled as he stormed out of the book-lined room.

The four remaining people looked at the swinging door and then at each other. Shrugging their shoulders they turned back to one another.

“Spike? Let’s talk in my office.” Giles gestured towards the door. Spike nodded his head and followed the taller man.

He turned back once and gave Buffy a smoldering look. Had she been a candle she would have burned into a puddle of hot wax.

Ahh the possibilities, Spike thought as Giles closed the door behind him.

Chapter 2

Angel was already to the mansion by the time Buffy had caught up with him. He stalked and cursed and moaned all the way home. He was acting like a spoilt brat and he knew it but he couldn’t help it. He lost all rhyme and reason when it came to Buffy.

He felt her before he saw her. The sun had just gone down leaving the sky a darkening red when Buffy came gliding through the long curtains. She left them open slightly as she walked towards him.

“Buffy,” Angel stated, his back towards her.

“Angel we have to talk.”

“That’s an understatement,” he replied turning around and looking at her. “What the hell possessed you to kiss him?”

“Hey! That wasn’t my fault. And let’s have the record show that I did not initiate it.”

“It’s Spike for god’s sake. Spike!”

“I know,” Buffy said running a hand through her long blond hair. “What made the powers that be give him his soul back? What makes him soo special? Yeah he helped me, big freaking deal. It’s not like he single – handedly saved the world.”

“It figures. I get killed and Spike gets his damn soul. Always about Spike. Spike…Spike…Spike!”

“Yeah calm down Jan.”

Angel raised his eyes to hers bewildered, not knowing what she meant by that statement. He had never seen the Brady Bunch.

“Yeah whatever Buff,” Angel sneered turning his back to her once again.

“Hey what’s your problem? I was just kidding.”

“Maybe I don’t need to be the butt of your adolescent jokes anymore.”

“What?” Buffy practically yelled as she marched over to him and made him face her.

“You heard me.” Angel’s face was wiped of emotion; his cold, hard eyes stared into hers.

“You’re an asshole Angel.”

“What does that make you then?”

He never even had time to brace himself for the punch she threw, even as he landed against the fireplace, the marble and concrete crumbling under his body. She never even graced him with a parting comment as she raced out the curtained doors and into the moonlight.

*~*

Spike had finally managed to get out of the watcher’s clutches and was having a long desired smoke outside of the vacant Sunnydale High School. He was sick of the questions upon questions of the why, the how and the what. If he knew all of that he would have said.

Spike grimaced and took another drag of his smoke. He didn’t want to come to Sunnydale. He had fought tooth and nail in not coming to this exact spot but it called to him. It rang through his body like a beacon, beckoning and tantalizing him. He could try to tell himself it was the town itself that he came back to but he would be lying. It was her. It was always her. Dru had said so after they left.

“The slayer is all around you.”

He had helped the slayer and now he was being punished for it in the form of a reward. Spike started to pace as he continued his smoke, the ashes raining down as he tapped the white paper stick in between his fingers. The slayer… what exactly was that kiss about? It was weird one minute they were fighting then the next they were reaching for each other, their lips crashing in a bruising yet intoxicating kiss. A kiss that made his mouth burn for more. He threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it, squishing it into the concrete, allowing not even the tiniest chance that it may spark again.

His hand went to his mouth as he rubbed the pads of his fingers against the smooth softness of his lips; even through the haze of nicotine he could still taste her shell-like mouth.

“Vanilla and sunshine,” he mused, leaning back against the stucco exterior of the school and closing his eyes.

That’s what she was to him.

Something sweet and bright all in one shot.

Something he craved even when he didn’t know it.

It was hard…to hate someone and want them all in the same breath. He had no idea why he kissed her. It was as lost to him as it was to her and all those who witnessed it. All he knew is he only got a taste of heaven, lord knows he wanted a hell of a lot more.

He was just about to return to the library when the girl in question came charging towards him. Her long blond hair was flying behind her, the high moon above casting a glowing aura around her. The look on her face was murderous as she stopped in front of Spike, her emerald green eyes shooting pointy stakes at him.

“Wot?” he asked her, still leaning against the stucco wall.

“You! It’s all your fault!” she yelling pointing a finger at him.

“Ah…let me guess. You and the brooding forehead have a fight?”

Buffy was indignant. She sputtered and moved closer to him, pinning his body between hers and the building.

“Why are you here Spike?” she practically growled at him.

“I don’t really know.”

“You don’t know?”

“Look if I actually knew the bloody reason why I was here, don’t you think I would have said something? Sunnyhell called to me, beckoned me to come back to the hell of a town and so here I be. Here in front of you…”

“I hate you. I really, deep down honestly hate you,” Buffy snarled even as her lips brushed against his.

“Not as much as I hate you,” He growled crushing her mouth against his.

Buffy groaned against him and put her hands on his shoulders. Spike wound his arms around her, her body fully against his. He could feel the pounding of her heart against his long dead heart. He could feel the pulse of each beat in her lips. He opened his mouth to her and was pleasantly surprised as she brought her tongue out to play, moving her warmth against his cool.

This is wrong.

My god, this is soo wrong, Buffy thought but was helpless as his kisses moved from her mouth to trail down her neck. Even as his head was buried against the throbbing beat of her jugular vein she couldn’t push him away.

She needed this.


She needed him.

And she had no idea why.

Spike growled against her skin and swung them around so her back was resting against the harsh uncomfortable ness of the building. He had one hand resting on the small of her back and the other on the wall above her head. His lips continued their assault on her mouth, dancing with such fierce lust and want that it made Buffy shiver in excitement. She touched his shoulders again, the leather of his duster constricting her as she wanted to feel his muscles, his skin, his body. She tugged on the offending material and pried it off his arms. Spike allowed it to fall and even helped pull the leather off. It landed in a pool of black at their feet.

Buffy moaned in need as the black t-shirt he was wearing under the jacket came into view. She wanted to feel his skin. She bit at his bottom lip with her blunt teeth as she coasted her hands down his broad shoulders, down his muscled chest, down his taut and tightly packed stomach to his waist. In one move she pulled the black material out of the waistband of his jeans and broke their kiss for a scant second as she pulled the shirt off over his head.

As her fingers made contact with his cool stomach, his mouth met her lips, his tongue dueling and dancing with hers. Spike nearly groaned aloud at the touch of her soft little hands but he held it in. He didn’t want her to think he was actually enjoying himself. He didn’t know why he was allowing it to progress any farther then it already had. He just knew he couldn’t stop it.

He didn’t want to stop.

And he had no idea why.

Her skin was scalding hot wherever she touched him. It should have burned him, scorched him into a fiery abyss but it only drove him on, made him want her more. And want her he did, his length hardening and straining against the material of his jeans. Spike slid his hands from her back to her front, kneading her soft breasts in his cool palms. He could feel her nipples harden and grow tight, practically stabbing his hands with their peaks.

Buffy broke their kiss and moaned, her back arching against his hands, making her breasts rub against his calloused palms. Buffy couldn’t help it as the moan turned into another one. The feel of his hands on her breasts was exquisite. Buffy arched against him once more and closed her eyes. She wanted him to devour her, to knead her breasts to the point of pain and then kiss the pain away. She wanted to feel things she hadn’t felt since she had lain with Angel.

Angel.

The fight they had just had ran through her mind, the look on his face, her sailing punch, it played like a movie against the backs of her eyelids. Buffy opened her eyes and found herself looking straight into a set of clear blue orbs, Spike’s lips inches from hers. The anger she felt towards Angel resurfaced and she attacked Spike’s mouth with vigor, her teeth clashing against his as she fought for dominance.

Spike wanted to shout in realization that she was doing this to get back at Angel. She wanted to hurt his sire and deep down Spike was hurt by that. But at the same time his body betrayed him, becoming traitorous to him, wanting her even as his mind hated her.

Hated her for doing this to him.

Hated her for still loving Angel.

Hated her because if he didn’t get to touch her skin soon he would explode.

He growled against her mouth and grabbed the collar of her shirt. Pulling in opposite directions, he tugged the material, tiny seed buttons flying in all different points. His hands were on her bra-clad breasts immediately. Her skin hot and moist under his cool touch. His mouth trailed down her cheek to her neck, kissing and nipping with his blunt teeth. Buffy’s head fell back and rested on the stucco as Spike progressed farther, his lips a cool heaven against her fevered skin.

His hands ran down her back, his nails scraping lightly on her skin before landing on her ass. Slowly he pulled her up as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

It’s a good thing I’m wearing a skirt, Buffy thought as her wet panties came into direct contact with Spike’s very hard, denim-clad cock.

Buffy rubbed herself against him, grinding herself against his straining length. Spike couldn’t help it as he returned her grindage, thrusting against her tentatively, his body wanting more but waiting to see where she wanted to go next. Her hands were winding through his hair, clutching at the vibrant blond strands. She pulled on his hair bringing his mouth to hers again. Instead of kissing him she looked in him deep in the eyes.

“This means nothing.”

Chapter 3

She tried soo very hard to mean it. Because in reality it wasn’t supposed to mean something. There was no way she could care for him let alone anything else.

“I know.”

“This is just sex.”

“I bloody well know that Slayer. Now stop your yapping.”

She moaned as he plunged a hand between their bodies to rub at her dripping pussy. He pushed the soaked material to the side and ran his finger up her slit, her lips parting, wanting more of the intrusion.

“Please,” she begged as the probing finger darted into her channel.

Spike didn’t know what to say, he lost all train of thought as soon as Buffy’s walls clutched at his finger, so tight, so wet, so hot.

He needed no other encouragement. He ripped her panties from her body and pulled at the zipper of his fly. His cock sprung free, bouncing against her labia in excitement.

Buffy groaned as he reached between them once more and positioned the head of his length at her slippery entrance. With a growl Spike thrust, impaling her on his cock, her body tight and throbbing around him.

Spike felt as though he was drowning in liquid fire. The pleasure was exquisite. He grabbed onto her hips tighter, leaving little finger marked bruises in her flesh as he thrust fiercely inside her, pounding into her.

Buffy’s body was awash with sensations. He was buried deep, so deep that when he thrust he hit her cervix. It was the kind of pleasure that was so amazing especially when mixed with a slight amount of pain. His head was buried in her neck, slightly nipping at her throat with his blunt teeth while Buffy ran her hands up and down his bare flesh. His back was covered in little red lines from where Buffy had drawn blood. Spike secretly loved the tiny tendrils of pain that radiated from the torn lines in his back.

Spike knew she was close. Her inner walls started clutching at him, tighter then they had been before. She was moaning in earnest now, not giving a damn who or what walked by. Spike fought hard for control, his demon was begging to come out. Even with his soul he was finding it hard to keep his demon half in check. His mind kept telling him to bite her, to drain her, his human and vamp guise changing back and forth. He grabbed onto her hair and pulled her head back.

The look on Buffy’s face shocked him. She was soo crazy with her lust that she didn’t even flinch at his amber eyes and fangs. If it could be possible it seemed to turn her on more. Her eyes glazed over and she kissed him, fangs and all. She ran her tongue along his canine teeth, relishing in the feel of them. She gripped his bottom lip in her mouth and bit him, drawing blood.

Spike growled low in his throat. She was torturing him and damn it he was fucking loving it. He pulled his mouth away from hers and buried it once more in her neck. He was fighting to control himself, telling himself that one little bite wouldn’t hurt. He wouldn’t take much blood.

He reached a hand down in between their thrusting bottoms and located her throbbing nub. He pinched the tiny bundle of nerves and pinched hard. Buffy screamed out his name as she exploded in a burst of fireworks. Her whole body contracted around his, from her hands to her core. She had him gripped by the shoulders, her nails leaving little half moon marks in his alabaster skin.

Spike opened his mouth wide and struck, biting her on the delicate skin of her neck. Buffy’s eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, the explosions of lights stronger and brighter against the back of her eyelids. Spike pulled hard on her neck, her warm, intense living essence flowing in to his mouth and through his body. The combination of her blood and her still contracting pussy pushed Spike over the edge. Releasing his teeth from her neck he roared, his manhood firing shot after shot of his seed into her body.

*~*

Angel felt bad.

He felt deep down, sick to his stomach miserable over the way he treated Buffy. It wasn’t her fault that Spike was back and it wasn’t her fault that he had his soul. He had helped her and damn it, it was warranted. She needed help against Angelus and Spike needed Dru away from Angelus. It was only natural that they banded together. But that didn’t mean that Angel had to like it, even though he didn’t have a choice.

That’s what it was all brought down to.

Choices.

He knew he was lucky to have Buffy talking to him, trusting him again. His whole Angelus stint was a complete horror. Angel shuddered as Angelus’ memories clouded his head. Torturing Giles and killing Jenny had to be the worst and Angel was paying for it. Giles wouldn’t look him in the eye and when he did it wasn’t a friendly glance. Angel knew if looks could kill Giles would have him dead one hundred times over by now.

Angel sighed and walked over to his fireplace, the flames bright and dancing happily along the splintered wood. He longed for the days prior to his soul losing. Giles, Buffy and everyone else trusted him so much, no questions asked. Willow who always gave everyone the benefit of the doubt couldn’t even bare to look at him for too long without her eyes clouding over with worry, disappointment, anger.

Angel grabbed a log from beside the fireplace, with a flick of his wrist the log landed on the fire, the flames tickling the sides until the glowing embers engulfed the fresh timber. He sat down on the broken marble and closed his eyes. The vision of Spike danced across his eyelids, Angel growled menacingly as Buffy popped up next to him. He watched as they kissed, not a sweet ‘let’s make love’ sort of kiss, it was a lust fuelled passionate kiss that threatened to melt them both. Buffy pulled away smiling and that’s when Angel saw it. On her neck a fresh bite mark, the twin wounds still red.

*~*

Buffy couldn’t even comprehend what had happened between her and the blond vampire. One minute they were fighting, the next they were having wild, out of control sex. Then it was over. They pulled away from one another, refusing to look in each other’s eyes. Their bodies still trembling from the intense orgasms they had given one another.

Turning her back to him, Buffy pulled her skirt down about her legs, hiding her drenched mound from his prying eyes. Spike tucked himself back into his pants and pulled a cigarette from his duster pocket.

“Buffy…”

Buffy spun around and held a hand up.

“No Spike. This doesn’t mean anything.”

Spike glanced at her, his cigarette dangling from his kiss-swollen lips.

He smirked and flicked his lighter open.

“This won’t happen again Spike. And if you tell you anyone and I mean ANYONE about what happened tonight I will kill you. Dead…dust…gone,” Buffy snarled backing him up against the wall.

“Yeah…like I want everyone know I just shagged the pristine little slayer. Get over yourself,” Spike laughed. He smiled at the shock on her face and laughed again before turning his heel and walking back into the school.

*~*

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Buffy asked herself twenty minutes later as she stalked through one of Sunnydale’s most active cemeteries. She had been pacing in front of the same stone bench for the better part of ten minutes. She was shaky and confused.

Why? Oh why did I just do that to Spike? With Spike?

“I’m crazy. That’s it. No other explanation,” she said to herself as she sat down on the cold smooth stone bench.

“Why would you think you’re crazy?”

Buffy looked up to see a large forehead and large brown eyes.

So NOT what I needed right now, Buffy thought to herself as she threw her eyes heavenward.

Chapter 4


“What do you want Angel?” Buffy asked as she stood up.

Angel looked at her skeptically, the tone in her voice puzzling but that didn’t compare to the scent around her.

“I wanted…I wanted to apologize. What I said earlier was un-called for. I shouldn’t have said it. I’m sorry Buffy.”

Buffy tilted her head to the side, her hands on her hips.

“You’re apologizing?”

“Why do you look so shocked?”

“I guess its ‘cuz I didn’t expect to see you crawling back with your tail between your legs so soon,” Buffy said sarcastically, her green eyes boring into his.

“Well this isn’t how I saw this conversation going,” Angel remarked, turning around and staring into the midnight black of the graveyard.

“I don’t know how you expected me to feel or even what to say. You know what? Forget it. I do NOT have time for this,” Buffy spun on her heel and started to walk away when Angel’s cool hand grabbed her arm.

“Buffy…don’t…I really am so…” Angel stopped, the expression on his face changing when he recognized the scent on the slayer.

Buffy wrenched her arm free and took a step back.

“Why do you smell like that?”

“Like what?” She asked, rubbing her arm where his hand had been.

“Like…Spike.”

Angel’s eyes darkened as he closed the distance between them. He grabbed her arm again and moved her hair off her neck exposing her mark.

“What the fuck Buffy?”

“What do you care Angel? I’m just an adolescent girl. What rights do you have to me?” Buffy spat at him, pulling her arm from his grasp again.

“What rights? I love you Buffy. You’re mine damn it!”

Buffy laughed low in her throat as her forest green eyes clouded over in anger.

“Let’s get something straight here Angel. I haven’t been yours for a very, very long time. Those kisses we shared and the handholding were nothing. You cannot give me what I need,” Buffy said turning away.

“Oh but Spike can?”

“I didn’t say anything about Spike Angel.”

“No you didn’t. But I can gather from his mark and the smell of his sex that he’s what you need. Or is it just for the sex? Didn’t know you’d act like a shameless slut when it comes to fucking.”

Buffy whipped around and marched up to him. She was so angry she was gritting her teeth to the point of pain.

“How…dare…you! Stay away from me Angel or so help me god make another statement like that and I will stake you, no questions asked,” Buffy snarled, venom dripping from every word.

The fire in Angel’s eyes melted and he relented.

“God Buffy what is wrong with me? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” he said raking a hand through his brunette locks.

“Too late Angel,” Buffy yelled over her shoulder as she strode away from him, her steps purposeful and angry.

“Damn it!” Angel swore as he kicked the nearest headstone. He swore again as pain shot through his foot and into his calf.

Spike chuckled under his breath as he watched his sire hop around on one leg in pain. His eyes swung over in the slayer’s direction as she exited the graveyard. He could smell her anger from a mile away. He glanced back at Angel who sat down on the bench Buffy had occupied earlier.

“You can come out Spike.”

“S’ok. Kind of like the view of you making an ass out of yourself from back here.”

Angel glared at Spike as he came out from behind the crypt.

“Whoa there sire. That’s some glare. Trying to kill me with your eyes now?” Spike laughed as he reached into his black duster for his smokes.

“I wouldn’t be so flippant Spike. You are in my town messing with my slayer.”

“Is that so?” Spike cocked his head to the side and fished one of his cigarettes out of the pack.

“Yeah it is.”

“Well that’s not what she thinks. I just heard her say that she hasn’t been yours for awhile now so…looks like she’s available.”

Angel’s eyes hardened as he stood up. He approached Spike who just looked back at him, his eyes portraying amusement.

“Listen here childe because this is the only time I am going to say it. Buffy belongs to me. She is the one, my one not yours. So whatever you have cooking in that feeble brain of yours, turn off the fire and walk away. Leave here before I have to show you who’s boss,” Angel growled.

“Funny. Your little speech sounded like a bloody threat Peaches. And oddly I’m still here.” Spike smirked and lifted an eyebrow.

“I mean it Spike. I can still kick your ass.”

“Oh is that right? Well let’s get it on then. Wouldn’t want you to stew any longer. Besides I’m feeling as though my body is filled with bloody super strength. Slayer blood is damn powerful,” Spike commented, egging Angel on.

It worked as Angel charged him. Angel went after Spike like a lineman in a football game. He went straight for Spike’s stomach, knocking him down. Spike growled and threw Angel off of him.

“My god Peaches. Still using that attack? Gotta teach you some new tricks,” Spike taunted as Angel stood.

Angel growled, his face changing into his vamp guise. Spike shrugged and vamped out as well, this whole fight was very amusing to him. But whatever let the ponce fight for a bit.

Spike answered with a growl of his own as they flew at one another, fists cocked back, striking each other’s faces with sharp precision. Both whipped back, blood staining their mouths. Angel growled again, his eyes glowing amber as he cocked his hand back and connected with Spike’s jaw.

Spike’s head whipped back, blood pooling in the corner of his mouth where Angel had hit him. Spike turned back to look at Angel, his thumb wiping at the blood that began to trickle from his lips.

“You always were a stupid git. Do you even realize what I am now?”

“The only thing that’s different about you is your soul Spike. You’ll always be bad; you’ll always be a killer. Just now you’ll feel bad about it.”

Spike laughed in Angel’s face as he approached him.

“Maybe you should do your research before seeking out a Master vampire like myself. You are not the strong one anymore.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I was not only rewarded with my soul but I was given a few little attributes as well. It’s quite funny actually. I can have as many blissful moments of happiness and I will NEVER be in danger of losing my soul, unlike the great ponce in front of me,” Spike snorted as Angel’s anger welled up fiercer then before.

“Yeah like that matters. You’re still a killer.”

“You’re right I am a killer but don’t forget who made me this way. Who taught me every trick in the trade, who made sure I was molded exactly the same as my maker. I’m just like you Angel; actually…I was just like you. I’m not anymore.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Spike spun around and faced Angel who stood, his arms stiffly at his sides, his mouth set in a hard line. He looked down right pissed and it made Spike want to laugh. Who the hell was he anyway?

“What’s the matter Angel? Jealous that I managed to snag a few other rewards besides my soul?”

Angel gawked at him, his face flushed with anger, his chest heaving with un-needed breath, beyond angry that Spike should get anything extra, let alone his soul. Who did he think he was? And to get Buffy on top of it? That was too much for Angel to even think about.

“Must be thinking about Buffy,” Spike taunted as the brooding on Angel’s face grew. “Not that it matters mate but she came to me, she kissed me, she wanted me.”

“Oh and what Spike? You were too helpless to avoid her attempts?” Angel snarled at him.

“Can you blame me? Who would turn her down? She’s bloody beautiful and she irks me in all the right places.”

“She’s not yours Spike. She’s MINE!”

“You keep saying that.” Spike shrugged. He was getting annoyed with Angel; damn poofter kept saying things over and over. Was getting bloody boring.

Angel glared at him, his eyes flashing amber before he rushed him. He grabbed Spike by the neck, pinning him to the wall of a crypt they happened to standing near.

“I don’t know what you were trying to accomplish by coming here Spike but I think it’s time you leave,” Angel snarled, his words coming out with a good amount of spittle.

Spike was amused. He couldn’t help it. Seeing Angel all puffy and splotchy just struck something inside him.

He stifled a chuckled but allowed Angel to keep his grip. It wasn’t hurting Spike any and frankly he wanted Angel to think he was getting the upper hand.

Angel saw it was not phasing Spike one bit and with a disgruntled sound he released the blond vampire. Angel started to walk away and almost stopped when the younger vampire’s voice reached his ears.

“Don’t think your manly show of testosterone was enough to drive me away Angelus. I’m not going anywhere.”

*~*


The moon was high in the sky surrounded by twinkling stars as Buffy tossed and turned in her bed. Her head filled with images too erotic and too sensual for her not to get aroused about. One would think she was dreaming of Angel, her love for him proclaimed even though she sent him to hell. Only it wasn’t Angel who touched and caressed her flesh.

The dream started out so nice. It was like a movie being played out against her eyelids. She was a watcher and a participant. Everything dream Buffy felt she did too.

Buffy was sleeping peacefully in her bed, covered up to her chin in her soft percale sheets. She must have been in a deep sleep because she didn’t even move when the mattress pressed down next to her, the weight from whoever was in the room with her. He watched her from the window, gauging which of the three stages of sleep she was in. When he was confident she was in deep he sauntered in. He couldn’t help himself as he sat on her desk chair, his elbows resting on the wooden back as he watched her even, steady breathing.

She looked like an angel, her blond hair fanned around her, the moonlight framing her face. He almost didn’t want to touch her…almost. His fingers reached for her even before he thought to move his hand. His feet making him rise and sit on her bed. He trailed his digits idly on her bare shoulder, caressing the satiny warmth of her skin. Unconsciously he leant down and pressed his cool lips to the curve of her neck and shoulders, breathing in her scent as she whimpered in her sleep. He continued to pepper kisses along her neck and shoulders, careful not to press to hard. He didn’t want her to wake up baring the stake she no doubt had hidden on her delicate form.


Buffy whimpered again as his mouth ventured near her jaw line, his mouth leaving her skin covered in goose bumps. He laughed softly, the sound tickling her ears as his hands rubbed at her arms. When he dipped his head to kiss at her neck again she moved her face and rewarded herself with a taste of his lips. Spike’s eyes flew open checking her face to see if her green orbs would be staring back. His body relaxed, as did his mouth when he realized she was still sleeping. He didn’t know how he knew, even questioned it again when her small hands snaked up his arms and her fingers buried themselves in the small hairs at the nape of his neck.

Spike hesitated as she tried to deepen the kiss. His resolve completely broke when he felt her warm tongue lick at the seal of his lips. With a deep groan he opened his mouth, her tongue darting inside, tempting his into a dance with her. Spike lost himself in the feel of her mouth, his insides turning to jelly as she thoroughly kissed him. He knew she was sleeping, knew she probably wasn’t thinking about him but damn it this felt good and he couldn’t stop himself if he tried.

Her hands wormed their way down his shoulders to his chest. She pulled at his shirt, plucking it free from the waistband of his jeans. Her hot little hands made their way up his chest, his nipples instantly hard as she passed her heat over them. Spike dragged his mouth away from hers, allowing her to take in oxygen. He kissed his way down her neck and located her pulsing vein, her blood rushing through it. His marks from earlier that night were right above her vein. It mesmerized him that she let him bite her, that she wanted him to, that she liked it.

He lowered his mouth and sucked lightly. Buffy mewled and pressed her body against his. He began to lift his head when her strong little hands came down on his head, holding him there in the warm delicate alcove of her skin. He lowered his mouth once again to the fragrant skin and sucked harder.

“Spike!!” Buffy wailed as he flicked his tongue over his already healed marks.

Spike lifted his head and looked down at her. Her eyes were still closed and it was obvious she was still asleep but damn, she was dreaming of him and that made a wild fire of warmth spread through him.

He pulled the sheets of her shoulders and down her torso as he placed kisses on her collarbone kissing down between the valley of her breasts when he realized he was not wearing a top. Her flushed pink nipples called to him, begged him to touch them. He complied and drifted his mouth over them. Her back arched up off the bed as his cool mouth closed around the taut peak, becoming harder as she swished his tongue around her flesh.

Her hot hands were still under his shirt as he sucked on her breasts she pinched his nipples. With each pinch she gave him he would bite gently on hers, the gasps and moans she rewarded him with making him harder and harder within the confines of his black jeans.

Spike continued his venture downwards, tugging the sheets and blankets, praying as each inch of skin was exposed that she would be naked. His prayers were answered as he pulled the sheets down the smooth expanse of her stomach to the v of cropped curls on her mound. Spike inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal drugging him. He stood abruptly and shed off his clothes, not caring if they ripped from his body.

He pulled the sheets down to the bottom of the bed before kneeling naked in front of Buffy. She lay there, her eyes still closed, her body panting, tight with arousal. He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders as he buried his mouth against her. Buffy cried out and reached down to hold onto his head as he flicked his tongue against her swollen clit.

Buffy screamed out his name as he thrust two fingers inside her wet heat, her walls grasping at him, her clit hardening as he continued to swirl his tongue around the hard bundle of nerves. He curled his fingers under and rubbed against the spongy softness of her g-spot as he bit her clit gently with his human teeth.

“SPIKE!” Buffy yelled, her body plunged into orgasm. Spike pulled his fingers from her and fastened his mouth over her opening, lapping up every ounce of her essence as it flowed from her body. Her body continued to quake under his lips as he licked at her, her knees started to shake as he flicked her clit with his tongue. He could have continued to stay down there forever flinging her into orgasm after orgasm but he had to have her, had to feel her heat surrounding his cock.

He gave her pussy a lingering kiss before crawling up her body and settling his cool one over her hot one, his hardness rubbing against her thigh. She grabbed at his head, pulling his mouth to hers as she spread her legs allowing him to position himself in between them. The hard tip of his cock was pressed against the sopping heat of her cleft. Spike wanted to take it slow, wanted to really pleasure her as he didn’t have the chance when they fucked against the school wall but the heat of her body was too tempting and he was too far turned on to stop himself as he slid into her body.

Buffy instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to move within her silken folds. His mouth was on hers, his tongue dueling with hers as his cock thrust inside her. Buffy tore her mouth away from his and gasped against his throat as her body floated closer and closer to the edge.

“Spike…I…”

“What love? What do you need?” he panted, his body picking up speed.

“God I need.”

“What pet?”

“Bite me Spike. Oh god bite me,” she growled at him as she tightened her inner muscles around his cock, pissed that he was making her ask him, hell making her tell him what to do.

As soon as the words left Buffy’s mouth Spike vamped, his amber eyes and fangs prominent on his face. Buffy grabbed his mouth and kissed him, before directing his mouth to her neck, the same side he had bit earlier.

“SPIKE!!!” Buffy screamed as he bit deeply plunging her in the abyss, her body shaking underneath him, her inner walls squeezing the hell out of his cock. He pulled on her blood once, twice, three times before he was dragged alongside her, his cock shooting his cool seed inside her.

“Mine,” he growled as he licked at his marks, sealing them.

“Yours,” she whispered.