Nightman Part 1&2

Disclaimer: Joss owns all and James can have anything he wants from me.


~~AU and new~~

It was cold; the only heat was coming from his cigarette. He moved his backside slightly, if only to awaken his bum to warm up. Cupping his hands together careful not to burn himself he blew some warmth into his hands, hoping and praying for warmth.

He'd been here for an hours, waiting for a bloke he'd been calling a regular lately. He laughed at the thought, he was known as Volvo man on the street. Volvo man was handsome older man who like his willie to be attended to while he muttered swear words. Great that meant he was out another $50 and standing about in the cold was freezing the few good bits he had left. Perhaps going commando every night plan should be revised.

Hearing a car coming, he perked up and straightened up. He looked down the street at his buddy Clem who was working another area; a small coupe stopped in front of him and flagged him over. He frowned. Clem waved to him before getting in.

Good luck, working in that small of a car, he thought as they drove away and he readjusted himself to the cold.

He closed his eyes and played a game of anywhere but here, him and Dru having a quiet breakfast at a sidewalk cafe somewhere in Paris. He'd be reading some paper and she'd be admiring herself in her compact mirror. After a coffee she'd give him the eye like she use to and it would be race to their flat nearby. Buttons, zippers pulled out and gone before they'd hit the bed. He'd run his hands over her pale skin, starting with her lips moving down to her-

Another car drove up; he flicked away his cigarette and craned his neck to look at what was coming. It was an SUV a make and model not exactly new but the occupant looked interesting. A lovely blonde, perhaps it came from the bottle but still fairly beautiful even at a glance.

She was obviously in the wrong neighborhood; perhaps she might even need some directions. Or even better perhaps it was his lucky day.

She slowed down at the red light and he got a better view of her. She twisted a lock of hair in hand and tugged at a bra strap into place. She was warm, wearing a short sleeve shirt with out a coat and listening to some annoying music. Before the light changed, she turned her head and took a good look right at him.

She didn't smile, the actual look was bordering on distain or even repulsion. He hated that. He licked his lips and winked at her.

Her head popped back in place looking forward and her wheels made a horrible sound and smell as they peeled away. He couldn't help but laugh and suddenly Spike felt warm all over.


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Diseased whore, she thought as she drove away from the still red light. Cute, hot looking diseased whore she reminded herself but still a whore.

She'd never liked this part of town at any time of day but at night, it took on the look of a sewer.

A few minutes later she arrived at the gallery that is where he'd said to go right?

She had problems listening to anything her husband said.

Granted, they weren't exactly together anymore after finding him in a cross dressing outfit, with a call girl, while she was sucking him off at a cheap motel.

She'd been angry, no pissed, no disgusted and okay surprised because she never thought he had it in him. The memory of discovering him in this activity had made her want to vomit. She'd always prided herself on trying new things but it offended her to find him trying new with someone new.

She had met Riley in college, a strapping ROTC guy with ambition. She'd been fooled at first into thinking he was just a corn feed hick. In her senior year he'd surprised her by planning her entire life out for her. Gone were her ideas of becoming an artist and living in Paris. He needed a wife, to bear his children, hold his dinner parties and adorn his arm. And he also swore he'd never leave her.

That was all she needed to hear and said yes to all of it. Her parent’s marriage had been a disaster and something inside her craved the security of being one man the rest of her life. She didn't know that when you give your life away that there won't be anything left for yourself.



She exited her vehicle and went inside. It was another big night at her mother's fledgling gallery. She couldn't remember if it was a show on performance art or just really big phallic hidden in paintings. Her mother's taste left a lot to be desired. But what did Buffy know? She'd sleep thru art history and slept with an English major and Art minor. Her mother had tried every summer and holiday to instill actual culture and business sense into her daughter and the results were mixed. Creating art had been Buffy's love not studying what somebody else thought would make good art.

An arm encircled her and she was confronted with her husband who pulled her into a tight closed mouth kiss. He tried to force her mouth open but her foot pressed down on his and he stopped.

"Hello, dear, how was your day?" He asked scanning the room not making eye contact with her.

"Fabulous, another day spent counseling the unwilling to learn or care and then on my way over here-"

He let her out of their embrace and motioned to someone across the room.

"Sorry, Buff, I've gotta talk to Doug, it's a business thing." He explained his words trailing behind him.

"Sure, no problem, I'll just stand here and pick out a penis painting that looks like yours. I think they have postcard versions." She called after him. Had he ever listened to anything she said?

"Okay, honey, get whatever you want."

"Buffy, that wasn't very nice." Joyce commented from behind her.

She turned. "Sorry, mom, I know. I was only kidding. We all know how in love and devoted Riley and I are." She coughed loudly.

"Buffy, you and Riley are lucky to have each other and I hope you'll give this second chance the time and attention it deserves. I have enough to worry about."

"Thanks for the pep talk mom, I'll be sure to pass it on to Riley. And you've been divorced for how many years now?"

Her mother frowned, "I'm trying to stop you from making my mistakes."

"Huh, uh and one of them was moving into this neighborhood, this gallery is located in the worst possibly area of town. I mean you had a great shop on Main Street. Here your neighbors are a liquor store and a condemned building. And my God, I think I saw male prostitute today."

"Buffy, please be careful."

"Don't worry, I don't plan on-"

"Oh, excuse me, honey, Mr. Chase is looking at me, I think he wants the whale's penis painting."

"Great, I'll just get really drunk."

She smiled at her mother's assistant Parker and sipped champagne. She glanced at Riley, he was in an animated discussion with his office colleague Forrest. He smiled at her and she returned it.

After all she had chosen this life and this man.

Her life with Riley had been good, of course it didn't have the spark she’d wanted but it had been comfortable. She thought of him as her rock, giving her the security she'd always wanted.

You don't love me, had been his complaint even before they married. She had tried, but something inside just held back. She gave him all she could and in the end she'd been left standing in a motel watching another woman touch him. She'd been shocked unable to speak and walked away.

Later he found her at home on her stationary bike pedaling like crazy. He told her he was leaving and she'd accused him of being a coward. His words had been a challenge; if she wanted him she'd have to come after him.

It hadn't taken much to stop him from getting on the plane, a plea that she would do better if he stopped going out behind her back. She'd meant it she really had.

But ever since that moment she’d lived with the doubt, she didn’t love him. Something inside her wasn’t the sweet little blonde wife who would stand beside her man. Something was broken she felt empty and now everything was a search to fill it.



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"Oh, shit." Spike muttered as the man above him finished. He laughed as he pulled out slowly and smacked Spike's backside.

Spike was tempted to smack him but decided not to when the man threw down an extra $20 and put it in his hand. The man discarded the condom into a small paper bag and discarded it behind a large stuffed animal.

He straightened himself up and winced in pain when he realized he was bleeding back there.

"Sweet ride as always," the man commented as he zipped up his fly.

Spike pulled himself together and exited the van nearly knocking into Clem and Loren.

"Hey," Spike greeted.

"We're headed over to Willie's for a breakfast, do you want to join?"

"No, I've gotta get home, she'll be waiting." He turned his face up to see the sun beginning to rise.

"Is Dru feeling any better?" Clem asked his right arm draped over a smiling Loren.

"No, not really, she doesn't eat, sleep or anything unless I'm there. I've gotta get her to bed."

"After a quick drink, that's what I'm gonna do with this one." Clem laughed pulling Loren in for a quick kiss.

Spike smiled and headed down the street to his place, he stopped into the liquor store and purchased a small bottle of orange juice. He proceeded past the gallery that was next to his home and looked thru the clean clear glass.

He saw the blonde from the SUV, she was backed up against a bare wall, her tiny skirt raised with the lumbering giant above here obviously trying to gain access inside her thong. From the look on her face he could tell his movements bored her. But then the giant pushed roughly against her breast and the top of one popped out. Spike couldn't help but smile. The giant made an attempt to grab at the breast but she pushed him off slightly.

Just then he knew she'd caught sight of him looking at her from outside the gallery.

Her lips curled into a small smile and then she took control of the giant's movements.

She guided his hand inside her thong with a hand on his wrist. Her face was awash with sensation and pleasure. But she kept her eyes locked with his and finally a look of interest flashed over her face. The giant grabbed at his zipper with his other hand and she swatted it away annoyed. Spike felt a slight tightening in his pants and he pressed his hands into the glass to keep himself standing. After a moment she called out and smiled.

She locked eyes with him again, licked her lips and winked.


Tbc

Part Two


Subway

Buffy entered the subway car and tried to hold her nose against the smell. She stood up after noting there were no empty seats this afternoon. She never took the subway, preferring the comfort of her own car but Riley's was in the shop and she needed to visit her mother at the gallery.

Grasping the pole she felt a little silly and she was tempted to wrap a leg around it and make a stripper move. She'd taken a class in pole dancing several weeks ago, a bunch of bored housewife's trying to relight the fire in the bedroom. She wasn't sure if she was suppose to set up a pole in her bedroom so the lesson made sense but she was never tempted to dance for Riley. He didn't deserve it. He should be grateful for what little sex she did give him.

She smiled at that thought and looked up into blue eyes. They were a color of blue she'd never seen before and then she realized she had seen him before. She straightened herself up and looked at him.

He was the male prostitute she'd seen the other night, who'd witnessed her awkward display with her mother's assistant in the gallery. She'd sent Riley home that night complaining that she needed to stay behind and help her mother clean.

Lie, big lie.

Actually she'd stayed behind to find out if her mother's new assistant Parker was gay like she thought or straight like he proclaimed. Even after sticking his hand in her panties she wasn't sure. His hand had been cold and dry inside her. It wasn't a particularly enjoyable experience until she looked up and saw him standing outside watching her. Her orgasm was solely due to the excitement of being watched. Hmmm..

She didn't know what to say to him, sitting a few feet away a paperback in his hands and staring at her. She noted his outfit, he must be on his way to work, and another well fitted shirt and jeans. Tempted to look away but she didn't.

What did you say to a male prostitute? Did he prefer a different term? Was he as well built as he looked?
That scar above his eye, she wondered where did it come from? Did he remember her? Was he going to talk to her? Did she want him to? How much did he cost? Hours of operation? Did he even like girls? Did he look at every girl this way? Was he bleach white all over his body?

He moved in his chair but never stopped looking at her.

If he were a gentleman, he'd have offered her his seat and she wanted to complain. Especially because just looking at him was making her weak at the knees.

He wanted to offer her his seat but with a train full of people they'd immediately notice the bulge in his pants and he decided to stay put.

At the next stop the man next to Spike got up and exited. She took his seat eagerly her shoulder hitting his and she tried to look away. Looking down she noted he was now looking at her legs, lean and tan despite winter outside. The edge of her skirt was just above her knee and he was fixated on it.

She wasn't sure if he was enjoying her outfit or the shape of her leg. She could be about wrong him; he could have just been a drug dealer or a guy who likes to hang out. Yeah right, cause we all know a drug dealer always hangs out on street corners wearing tight shirts and pants and winks at strangers. Well, maybe.

She glanced down at the book, Marquis de something? What, who read French on the subway? She couldn't even find a topic of conversation with him, no wonder she was married to another dunce. Willing herself to look away from him she tried to find something else to focus on. She smiled at a young good-looking guy near them who glanced at her.

"Hey," the guy called out to the man next to her.

"What's going on, Wes?" He asked.

English accent, so sexy, she'd seen Changing Rooms too many times, even his voice was hot. The guy called Wes glanced her way again and then moved to the pole she'd been standing at.

"How are things?" Wes asked.

"Fine. Where you off to?"

"I'm meeting somebody downtown, a friend. What about you off to the ball and chain?"

"Yeah, something like that." He looked down at his boots.

"Hey, I've got this group...thing, next week, you know I wouldn't ask but I kinda promised." Wes sounded a little desperate.

"The club, I suppose, don't you ever get tired of that scene?"

"Not when the benefits are so good, come on?"

"I hate the show, but I'll do it."

"Good, look this is my stop, I'll find you around in a couple of days."

"You know where I'll be."

Wes exited the car and she went back to ignoring him, but only for a moment. She turned her head to rub her chin against her sleeve and then she breathed in deep. The smell of his leather jacket, mixed with some really good cologne and cigarettes.

As the car slowed down to her stop she couldn't help but wonder if he would be getting off too. But when she exited and he stayed behind still reading his book.

She was almost relieved.

The other passengers hurried up the stairs but she stayed behind searching her purse for her cell. When she finally found it a hand pressed itself hard against her back. Her purse fell to the ground as the hand pushed her against a wall. She almost fainted the pain was so quick and intense. Her left cheek was pressed against the cold wall as a knee spread her legs apart and she shuttered. His hands flattened against her hands holding her down.

"Did you get all of that?" He asked and even before he spoke and she knew who it was.

"I didn't-"

"Sure, listen if want to keep living in that safe clean world of yours, stay out of other people conversations. But if you want to try on my world, if you want to slink into the dark with me, it'll cost you little girl. My world comes with a price and I stand on that corner every night."

He let her go without another word and she slumped down to the floor. Her heart was racing out of fear and her mouth was dry. She didn't know what to do; nothing was in her head except for the feeling of his body against hers. He was dangerous, dirty and bad. And she could still smell him on her.

She walked up the stairs slowly a moment later, her knees still threatening to give way. And she begged that ache inside her to just cling to her clean white life. Riley. He was her rock, okay, a cross dressing, cheating, lying bore of a rock but her rock.

This man belonged to nothing and no one.

She rushed inside her mother's gallery and sat down, she could feel the whole world spinning inside her.

"You know what I am, don't you?"



tbc

~~Warning, this part contains some f/f/f slash, if it's not your thing skip this part. Spike is mentioned and thought of fondly in this part. This fic is meant to be funny and dark, like life but not mine.

Thanks to my muse and beta Lasher2a


Nightman Part Three by Minamyluv


~~Sex toys, education and shopping.


One tequila and they were joking getting loose and giggling. Two tequila long pauses, licking lips and sharing stories. Three tequila, tickling, butt slaps and boob envy. Four tequila, lusty, horny thoughts and naughty shopping suggestions.

She didn't know these girls very well; she'd seen them around at her favorite bar. She'd been curious, okay so she stared. They were pretty and they didn't hold back even with each other. They were loud, bold and she needed that.
She knew what would happen even before they approached her. That darkness within her told her to take a chance and get lost. It wasn’t what she wanted it was what she needed. This was just another opportunity to punish herself for not loving her husband enough and holding back from him.

She'd told them about Riley's cross-dressing screwing around, baring her soul and just stared for a minute. And then they laughed and didn't stop. She couldn't help but join in and her torment was funny. They wanted all the specifics.

~What was he wearing? Was it something of yours? How did he look? Marilyn Monroe? Marilyn Manson? Did he shave his legs? Did he shave everywhere? Was he a little pretty? Was the call girl? What were they doing, exactly and use plenty of adjectives. Was she going to get revenge? Did she have a plan? ~~

She wanted to blush but her cheeks were already burning from the tequila. She wanted to thank Sammy Hagger for developing Cabo Wabo tequila, very little burn going down. If she drank the bottle did she get the worm? Did tequila come with a worm?

Darla bent down in front of a seated Buffy and ran her hands threw her hair and smiled. Buffy wanted suddenly to touch her and not just her hair. She loved tequila, everything felt so real and alive.

Darla pulled back and put her arm around Faith who was taking another tequila shot. Darla licked her lips and whispered into her girlfriend’s ear, looking at Buffy out of the corner of her eyes. Faith smiled and gentlely cupped Darla's breasts thru her almost see through shirt. Massaging her slowly she caught Darla's lips and kissed her hard.

Damn.

Buffy felt breathless, lonely and well, wondering where her hot looking bi-girlfriend was. Oh, that was easy, she didn't have one. Unless you counted Riley in that pink push up bra. And all she had to look forward to tonight was a tumble with the original three-minute man and that included foreplay. Or she could always go shopping for some-

"Buffy, honey, don't zone out on me. You said you wanted to head over to Betty's XXX shop and we should get going." Faith reminded her and finished another smooth tequila shot.

"I just love Betty's on a Friday night, you can see all the freaks." Darla cried taking Buffy's hand leading her toward the car.

After a brief discussion about drinking and driving, they decided Faith would drive. Darla pushed Buffy into the backseat with her and sat so close to her that Darla's leg draped over her.

Their bare legs touched and Darla rubbed her leg on Buffy's while she tried to direct Faith's driving. Faith's driving suffered, it might have something to do with Darla's lips on her neck licking and kissing her slowly.

"Jesus, Darla, just keep Buffy company and let me drive."

Darla pulled back and she leaned back almost trapping Buffy under her legs and back. Faith adjusted her rearview mirror, fixing it squarely on them.

"Nice tattoo" Buffy commented on the large tribal symbol that was peaking from the top of her thong.

"Like it? I think I got just to show off my ass, it goes over my cheeks too."

Buffy touched her tattoo lightly tracing its patterns and Darla hissed. She gave into Buffy's touch and leaned forward to give her better access. Buffy was tempted to pull down her thong and jeans just to see it fully.

Darla's hands swept back and in her right hand she caught Buffy's breast. She turned around slowly and looking for a sign in Buffy's she got the answer immediately.

"Touch me." She offered.

Faith squirmed behind the driver's seat as Darla straddled Buffy's hips.

All Buffy could see or feel was this beautiful strawberry blonde who was looking at her like she was beautiful. Darla's took her head in her small hands and pulled toward her lips. Tongues, a world of tongues and her soft sweet tasting lips and it was different.

Darla's hands were warm and roaming under her shirt and bra. She almost screamed when she twisted a sensitive nipple between her fingers.

"Oh, she's got pink nipples, Faith." Darla declared pulling up her shirt and bra to the light.

"Hmmm.." Faith replied smiling her focused on her mirror trying to catch all the action.

Darla started to stroke her stomach lightly dipping closer and closer to the top of her hip hugger jeans.

The car stopped abruptly and saw the glow of the Betty's XXX shop in the window.

"Come on, girls, time to buy toys." Faith cried opening the backseat and grabbing Darla's hand.

Buffy moaned in regret, she moved slowly getting out of the car, not sure if she was going to vomit soon. Faith pulled Darla into her arms and kissed her hard as if they hadn't touched each other in a week. She almost grimaced at the real passion between them.

"Come on, Buffy, we'll find toys, buy some porn and then we can take them home and use them." Darla encouraged laughing.

Or, I could just pass out, right now, she thought following them into the store.

As they entered the store, Faith noticed a wall near the door covered with pictures.

"What's this?" She asked the guy behind the nearby counter.

"Those are people who were caught stealing in here, and doing other things. Those are bad guys." He explained with a laugh.

"Any bad girls? Hey, let's see if we know anybody." Faith encouraged.

"Ben was caught stealing boy on boy videos, Ralph was caught stealing toys and videos. Oh, look Darla, here's a guy after your own heart, this guy, Mike was caught stealing anal lube and a butt plug. Too bad they don't put phone numbers, some of them aren't bad."

Buffy scanned the photos for a moment and then spotted a face she knew, she pointed to it.

"Hey, B, do you know one of these guys?" Darla asked noticing her pointed finger.

"Yes, Parker, he works for my mother and he gave me the best orgasm I've ever had. Well, not him really, oh, never mind."

Darla focused on his picture, “Are you sure? This says his name Butch and he was caught exposing himself to another guy. Not exactly good orgasm material, for a girl at least."

"Let's go, the wall of vibrators, awaits." Buffy mumbled.

The wall was no lie, in every shape color and brand name porno star you could think of.

Darla and Faith made a few selections and moved onto strap-ons.

"Hey, Buffy, strap-ons could be just the element you need in your marriage." Darla commented.

"Riley has a penis, it's small and unsatisfying but he does have one."

"It's for you to use on him, B." Faith laughed.

Buffy's eyebrows were raised and she selected one with the largest dildo, she'd ever seen. Darla and Faith almost sobbed in laughter.

"What's this?" Buffy asked picking up a small plastic strap on, the shape was smaller, only about four inches.

"Oh, you strap that to your chin and it goes straight up the girl while she's on your face." Faith studied the package and then put it in her shopping bag.

"Enough with the toys, let's check out the video's" Buffy cried.

They made their way to the back of the store but Faith stopped them when she spotted a large plastic fist in a plastic bag.

"Is that what I think it is?" She asked touching the plastic bag.

"Yes, Faith, it is, let's go get porn." Darla protested getting her away from the fist.

The back room was made up with a combination of video rentals and videos to be purchased. Buffy didn't see anything that interested her and then she noticed a few stacks of magazines. She spotted a magazine called, "Boy On Boy" and the cover showed a beautiful man feeding his cock to an even better looking man. Her eyes almost glazed over when she realized that she had seen the man with the large cock almost touching his lips.

The man she’d seen standing on the corner. The man who'd watched her with Parker. The man with the perfect eyes lips and body. And he was for sale, in person and in magazine form.

"I know him.." She whispered.

Darla and Faith didn't notice they were lost in The Chicks With Dicks section. Faith's hands were roaming over Darla's ass as they kissed hungrily.

"Hey, Buffy, we're gonna check out the swings and bondage stuff. Did you get anything else?" Faith asked.

"Magazine? What are you a guy? Videos are better if you’re alone, they don't get wet. It's 10 bucks, are you sure it's worth it?" Darla questioned with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure." To see this man naked, she'd pay anything.

"Okay, grab me one of those home masturbation kits, my boss will get such a kick out of it." Darla asked.


tbc
~Updates? Sure, I just need a little feedback. My muse won’t come out otherwise.

~~Warning, this part contains some f/f/f slash, if it's not your thing skip this part. Spike is mentioned and thought of fondly in this part. This fic is meant to be funny and dark, like life but not mine.
~~Disclaimer- Joss owns all, I borrow some in a different setting. He can’t write Spike smut and someone has to, damn it.
Review, please!!! Lasher2a thank you for you for all your help.

Nightman Part Four by minamyluv





~Darla and Faith's Home...


Buffy entered their home and was lead to the bedroom immediately. Nice modern home in the hills and if she'd done more than glance at it she'd have probably thought it was well decorated.

She'd met up with them at the bar after expressing an interest in spending some time with them. She hadn't meant sex, or had she? She needed something maybe this was it?

What had she told Riley? I'll be out all night, honey, ladies night out, I’ll begood. Or honey, I won't be home tonight, don't touch my clothes or shoes, okay?

The ladies night part was at least correct.

Darla and Faith undressed her quickly eager to see Buffy's body and have their way with her.

"Put in a video." Buffy asked before they pounced on her.

Buffy retrieved the magazine from her purse on the floor and opened it. She found the other pictures of him, she still didn't know what his name was, and maybe it was blondie.

Page after page was covered with him, bad lighting and slightly out of focus but all it did was make her wet.

"What do want to do, Buffy?" Darla asked dropping her clothed self on top of her.

I'd like you to turn into him, she thought, her eyes still focused on the photos of him bent over taking the other man's penis in his ass. She almost shivered.

"Use the strap-on, please." She ordered.

"Oh, God Buffy, how can you just say it like that? So sweet and innocent?" Darla leaned down and kissed her lightly.

"Please..." Buffy raised her hips hoping for more contact.

"You had her in the backseat, so it's my turn.” Faith ordered removing her clothing quickly.

"It's not like I got far, just some tit." Darla pouted and climbed off.

"Don't worry, she's not going anywhere, are you Buffy?"

Buffy shook her head but she was still engrossed with the magazine, another pic showed him getting his cock sucked and the other guy looked like the one in subway. So hot.

Darla looked at the photo for a moment and smiled. "I know that place, where the photos were taken, it's a club downtown. The Bronze, right baby?"

Faith glanced at it and agreed."Yeah, that's the place, nice shows, and an interesting place to meet people. Oh, god, those guys are hot, I don't usually go for the dudes but I wouldn't say no to watching."

Faith was naked now and she spent a few minutes strapping the toy while Buffy watch licking her lips. Faith was beautiful, large full breasts and a rock hard stomach. And she was completely shaven; her skin was perfect only marred by a tribal tattoo on her arm.

"Get her ready." Faith ordered.

Darla covered Buffy's mouth with her own while her soft hands moved down Buffy's body and opened her legs.

"She's ready." Faith commented.

"I want a taste, please Faith." Darla pouted again leaving Buffy's mouth for only an instant.

"Okay, but just for a minute." And added a hard smack across Darla's still clothed ass.

Buffy's legs were hanging over the edge of the bed and when Darla knelt between them she spread them wider.

Darla teased her at first kissing her mound, then she began her licks barely touching her lips. She then inserted a finger inside her as Buffy's hips rose up to meet her thrusting finger.

"Oh, God." She moaned.

Suddenly Darla's urgent lips bit down lightly on her clit and she screamed. Before Buffy could come, she moved her face and finger slowly and let Faith take her place.

Faith smiled and inserted just the tip of the dildo into Buffy. She grabbed her hands and held them hard in her own. As Faith moved slowly inside her, Darla undressed and began to touch herself. Buffy watched Darla as she pulled out a vibrator, not a new one, from the nightstand and teased her clit with it.

Faith's thrusts were becoming hard and fast, Buffy was sure she was going to stop breathing. The dildo was hitting all the right places. Faith reached down suddenly and kissed her. It was their first kiss, hot and wet.
She straddled her suddenly pushing Buffy back on the bed for a better angle.

Darla was busying with the vibrator as Faith continued to ride Buffy. When she came suddenly, she smiled and leaned over Buffy kissing her roughly. Her hands roamed Faith and Buffy pinching nipples and kissing lips.

Then without any announcement she deposited herself on Buffy's face, facing Faith and kissing her lover quickly.

Buffy didn't know what to do exactly; this was the first time she'd ever been with a woman much less women. She followed Darla's lead and leaned up and licked the eager woman's mound.

Faith held Buffy's hips in her hands as she pounded into her. Again and again she buried her dildo inside the small blonde who was beautiful covered with her lover's mound.

Darla's beautiful face was over taken with the amateur actions of Buffy on her pussy. The girl may be new at least but her tongue was that of pro, alternating kisses, licks and gentle bites. Darla had to be careful; afraid she'd drown the petite blonde with her body.

Buffy came first, with a scream. Faith followed a moment later but she didn't stop riding her even though her orgasm. Darla was the last; a short happy scream and she dislodged herself from Buffy's talented tongue.

"That was great, Buffy, we have to do this again." Darla muttered taking Faith in her arms kissing her sweetly.

The couple was already practically failing asleep, and suddenly Buffy felt a used, a well used third wheel.

Darla and Faith curled up together on the bed and Buffy got up slowly and picked up the magazine from the bed and went into the bathroom.


It had been beautiful, new and exciting. All she knew was that she was sinking and sinking fast.
She opened the magazine, hungry to see him again. But as she stared at him, she felt aroused again. The darkness within in her told her what she wanted. This time it was so hard to ignore, she needed a man and she needed this man.


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tbc

~~Disclaimer- Joss owns all; I borrow some in a different setting. He can't write Spike smut and someone has to, damn it.
Feedback? Yes, my muse will only come out and play when I get some-feedback that is.


Nightman Part Five by Minamylove

Thanks to Lasher2a my beta love



~~Home


He made his way up the back stairs to his apartment, he'd bought a flashlight a few weeks back but he'd forgotten it before he left. He peered down the hallway; it was empty except for the trash and debris. He reached his door and breathed a sigh of relief.

He banged on the door."Dru let me in."

After a few minutes the door opened slowly and he pushed it back.

"Hello, luvs I've got the apple juice you like and-"

He stopped.

He knew it wasn't alone with Dru in the apartment, a familiar figure stood in his kitchen staring at him.

"Hiya, Spike. How was work? Did you get your fill?"

He grimaced. "What are you doing here?"

He laughed. "You know Spike, I'm here taking care of my girl. She was begging for it when I got here. She used up everything I had."

Spike's formed fists at his side. "Get out."

Angel bowed. "Oh, yeah, I'll just go and don't worry Spike I won't charge you for what she used, this. You can't just leave her starving here while you take care of business. I just gave her what she needed and she gave me what I needed."

He smirked at him. Spike willed himself not to hit him in the head as he passed out the door.

"I tell you what Spike if you both come back home, I'll take care of you both. I always told you, that you were the best I ever had. Sweet, sweet boy, isn't that what I called you? Dru liked to watch us, didn't she? Those were some good days and they can be again. Come home, do it for Dru, I'm the only one who could ever really take care of her."

His hand balled up into a fist his anger white-hot wanted to silence him. But Dru needed him. He closed the door on Angel's face and heard the man roar with laughter as he walked off.

"Dru, are you alright?" He asked proceeding into the bedroom.

She lay on the bed naked, looking up at him she smiled. The bluish tracks in her arms made him wince, marring her beautiful skin.

"My sweet boy, you've been gone all night and I've been so lonely. I couldn't sleep and my sweet Angel came to visit to keep me company." She purred.

She was crazy. He'd known it within minutes of meeting her. He'd found her in the street when he'd just arrived in town. She was so lovely but lost in a haze. She'd been so skinny and needy; he couldn't abandon her to the streets. Angel had been so proud of turning her out while she wore a Catholic girl's school uniform. He'd been so stupidly in love thinking that all she needed was to be taken care of. He didn't realize that Dru's love actually belonged to someone else. Or something else.

"Jesus, Dru you promised." He muttered discarding the needle on the bed.

"It's alright, I'll just sing to you and the world will weep for us both." Her empty arms reached out to him. She smelled like death and if he didn't get her out of here he knew she'd die.

"Shit." He hated this and there was only one way to fix it.

He needed money. Lots of money.

What he was earning on the streets was more than enough to get them out of this building but every time they tried Dru's friends would stop by and clean them out. He had to get her out of here. If he could just get her away from this city and these people she'd get better.

He needed money.


***************



What does a respectfully unhappily married trying to get back with her loser husband, wife suppose to do with a porn magazine?

Buffy had thought of putting the magazine in an underwear drawer but couldn't deal with the irony. Anyway that might be the first place her cross dressing husband might go when she wasn't home. She grimaced.

She could always quit using it as a masturbation tool and simply hit a familiar street corner and pay for it. Pay for him. It's not like she couldn't pay for it.

Money was not a problem, she had a tidy little trust fund from her guilty father and Riley owned his own successful business. She still wasn't sure to this day what he did exactly something about coffee makers and he always joked he was going to take over the world.

And of course there were no worries about her blonde boy being a cop. Not many cops hung out on street corners and let pictures of them taking it in the ass are available at the local XXX shop.

So what was holding her back?

Parker? No, the one night in the gallery was enough to prove to her that he was indeed gay and he lived in denial. Darla and Faith? No, they'd called and said they should all get together again but she'd been there and done that with them. Riley? No, she had to admit that whatever she had once felt for him was dead. And every body that she touched and touched hers confirmed that fact.

She was scared. The idea of him, of wanting him, having him and the reality that he could never be anything to her. He affected her. Every time she looked at the photos it made her shake. Here was a man she could get lost in maybe love and she couldn't do it.

She was scared of him and she hated that. The only way to get rid of him and that was to do it, find out he wasn't shit and go on.

Riley would be out of town starting tomorrow night and she'd do it. Fine, her mind was made up and it was going to happen. She'd do it and get it out of

Then why couldn't she stop shaking?





Nightman Part Six


His arms slipped around her in bed and she flinched. Pretending to be asleep she fought him off with a swift kick in the groin.

"Jesus." He groaned.

Her back to him, her lips spread into a smile. She loved the sound of this man in pain, perhaps if she'd introduced S&M into their relationship after the honeymoon maybe they would have made it.

"Buffy? I know your awake, I'm taking a shower, getting dressed and leaving for a week. I'll miss you and be good." He said near her ear.

Yes, I know your leaving she wanted to scream happily. Instead she let out a loud snore. At least he hadn't said I love you.

The dent in the bed next to her got up and went into the bathroom. She didn't stir until she heard the water turn on. Her hand slipped under pillow and retrieved the magazine she'd placed there last night after a furious night of porn and sex toys. It had been a great evening until Riley came home and she had to stop.

She was tempted to take care of herself quickly feeling her body become aroused at the thought of her blonde fantasy man. But she willed herself to be strong and wait, until tonight.


*************


"Are you gonna help me out or not?" Spike asked impatiently.

"Spike, your a friend but Dru is kind of well, she's insane buddy." Clem answered doubtfully.

"Look, I just need you to take her for tonight, I have to leave her with somebody. If I keep going out Angel is going to find out and take her away from me. You know that guy doesn't give a damn about her and she'll be dead in a week." He pleaded.

"Okay, I guess, you can bring her over to my place tonight. Nick at night is having a Charlie's Angel marathon, does Dru like Cheetos and Tab?"

"She's not big on food, she'll probably just sleep. I'll get her some stuff to calm her down so she won't be a handful. And some handcuffs so she doesn't try to escape." He offered.

"Sounds like a great night, bring her around sun down. What time are you gonna come get her?"

"After sun up, if I get done earlier then I'll pay you the same."

"Spike, this isn't gonna work forever, you know? I've gotta work too. I'll watch her whenever and I'm your friend. But your gonna have to do something."

"I'm trying buddy."




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Nightman Part Five by Minamylove

Thanks to Lasher2a my beta love



~~Home


He made his way up the back stairs to his apartment, he'd bought a flashlight a few weeks back but he'd forgotten it before he left. He peered down the hallway; it was empty except for the trash and debris. He reached his door and breathed a sigh of relief.

He banged on the door."Dru let me in."

After a few minutes the door opened slowly and he pushed it back.

"Hello, luvs I've got the apple juice you like and-"

He stopped.

He knew it wasn't alone with Dru in the apartment, a familiar figure stood in his kitchen staring at him.

"Hiya, Spike. How was work? Did you get your fill?"

He grimaced. "What are you doing here?"

He laughed. "You know Spike, I'm here taking care of my girl. She was begging for it when I got here. She used up everything I had."

Spike's formed fists at his side. "Get out."

Angel bowed. "Oh, yeah, I'll just go and don't worry Spike I won't charge you for what she used, this. You can't just leave her starving here while you take care of business. I just gave her what she needed and she gave me what I needed."

He smirked at him. Spike willed himself not to hit him in the head as he passed out the door.

"I tell you what Spike if you both come back home, I'll take care of you both. I always told you, that you were the best I ever had. Sweet, sweet boy, isn't that what I called you? Dru liked to watch us, didn't she? Those were some good days and they can be again. Come home, do it for Dru, I'm the only one who could ever really take care of her."

His hand balled up into a fist his anger white-hot wanted to silence him. But Dru needed him. He closed the door on Angel's face and heard the man roar with laughter as he walked off.

"Dru, are you alright?" He asked proceeding into the bedroom.

She lay on the bed naked, looking up at him she smiled. The bluish tracks in her arms made him wince, marring her beautiful skin.

"My sweet boy, you've been gone all night and I've been so lonely. I couldn't sleep and my sweet Angel came to visit to keep me company." She purred.

She was crazy. He'd known it within minutes of meeting her. He'd found her in the street when he'd just arrived in town. She was so lovely but lost in a haze. She'd been so skinny and needy; he couldn't abandon her to the streets. Angel had been so proud of turning her out while she wore a Catholic girl's school uniform. He'd been so stupidly in love thinking that all she needed was to be taken care of. He didn't realize that Dru's love actually belonged to someone else. Or something else.

"Jesus, Dru you promised." He muttered discarding the needle on the bed.

"It's alright, I'll just sing to you and the world will weep for us both." Her empty arms reached out to him. She smelled like death and if he didn't get her out of here he knew she'd die.

"Shit." He hated this and there was only one way to fix it.

He needed money. Lots of money.

What he was earning on the streets was more than enough to get them out of this building but every time they tried Dru's friends would stop by and clean them out. He had to get her out of here. If he could just get her away from this city and these people she'd get better.

He needed money.


***************



What does a respectfully unhappily married trying to get back with her loser husband, wife suppose to do with a porn magazine?

Buffy had thought of putting the magazine in an underwear drawer but couldn't deal with the irony. Anyway that might be the first place her cross dressing husband might go when she wasn't home. She grimaced.

She could always quit using it as a masturbation tool and simply hit a familiar street corner and pay for it. Pay for him. It's not like she couldn't pay for it.

Money was not a problem, she had a tidy little trust fund from her guilty father and Riley owned his own successful business. She still wasn't sure to this day what he did exactly something about coffee makers and he always joked he was going to take over the world.

And of course there were no worries about her blonde boy being a cop. Not many cops hung out on street corners and let pictures of them taking it in the ass are available at the local XXX shop.

So what was holding her back?

Parker? No, the one night in the gallery was enough to prove to her that he was indeed gay and he lived in denial. Darla and Faith? No, they'd called and said they should all get together again but she'd been there and done that with them. Riley? No, she had to admit that whatever she had once felt for him was dead. And every body that she touched and touched hers confirmed that fact.

She was scared. The idea of him, of wanting him, having him and the reality that he could never be anything to her. He affected her. Every time she looked at the photos it made her shake. Here was a man she could get lost in maybe love and she couldn't do it.

She was scared of him and she hated that. The only way to get rid of him and that was to do it, find out he wasn't shit and go on.

Riley would be out of town starting tomorrow night and she'd do it. Fine, her mind was made up and it was going to happen. She'd do it and get it out of

Then why couldn't she stop shaking?





Nightman Part Six


His arms slipped around her in bed and she flinched. Pretending to be asleep she fought him off with a swift kick in the groin.

"Jesus." He groaned.

Her back to him, her lips spread into a smile. She loved the sound of this man in pain, perhaps if she'd introduced S&M into their relationship after the honeymoon maybe they would have made it.

"Buffy? I know your awake, I'm taking a shower, getting dressed and leaving for a week. I'll miss you and be good." He said near her ear.

Yes, I know your leaving she wanted to scream happily. Instead she let out a loud snore. At least he hadn't said I love you.

The dent in the bed next to her got up and went into the bathroom. She didn't stir until she heard the water turn on. Her hand slipped under pillow and retrieved the magazine she'd placed there last night after a furious night of porn and sex toys. It had been a great evening until Riley came home and she had to stop.

She was tempted to take care of herself quickly feeling her body become aroused at the thought of her blonde fantasy man. But she willed herself to be strong and wait, until tonight.


*************


"Are you gonna help me out or not?" Spike asked impatiently.

"Spike, your a friend but Dru is kind of well, she's insane buddy." Clem answered doubtfully.

"Look, I just need you to take her for tonight, I have to leave her with somebody. If I keep going out Angel is going to find out and take her away from me. You know that guy doesn't give a damn about her and she'll be dead in a week." He pleaded.

"Okay, I guess, you can bring her over to my place tonight. Nick at night is having a Charlie's Angel marathon, does Dru like Cheetos and Tab?"

"She's not big on food, she'll probably just sleep. I'll get her some stuff to calm her down so she won't be a handful. And some handcuffs so she doesn't try to escape." He offered.

"Sounds like a great night, bring her around sun down. What time are you gonna come get her?"

"After sun up, if I get done earlier then I'll pay you the same."

"Spike, this isn't gonna work forever, you know? I've gotta work too. I'll watch her whenever and I'm your friend. But your gonna have to do something."

"I'm trying buddy."




~~tbc
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Part Seven

He closed his eyes and gave into the sensation of lips on his cock a hot wet mouth engulfing him. He almost moaned gritting his teeth. The small hands on his thighs pressing into him and he pushed his body toward her. Her tongue flicked out teasing the head of his cock. Over and over she encircled it as he groaned and twisted trying to suppress the pleasure of her cruel teasing. Without warning she pulled the thick rod into her now sucking mouth until pressed tight against the back of her throat. Her soft blonde hair brushed against his thigh as she held him so completely in her mouth.

He began a slow rhythmic movement down into her face, as she sucked hard in return, around and around the throbbing head sliding in and out of her lips.

He wanted to open his eyes and stare into her sweet face as he exploded inside her mouth but his eyes remained shut and straining. The pressure in his balls was building as her mouth worked away on him.

He reached down to grab a breast but found nothing but air and he sighed. Suddenly he let go, his loins pressing forward and he let out a groan. Instinctively he shoved his cock further into her mouth and spilled into her throat. But a moment later her mouth was gone and he realized they were done.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was a lovely work in progress, almost a woman and no longer a man.
But with his eyes closed he’d thought of blonde hair and small hands. The blonde from the SUV, the gallery and the subway was all he needed to think about to get hard.

She skillfully removed the condom from his cock and placed a chaste kiss on its head. She smiled up at him and eased herself up off of him.

Cecily.

“Hey, where were you? I’ve never seen you let go like that.” She asked reapplying her lipstick carefully.

He looked away, “Just you, baby.”

“Right, Spike, listen honey I’m gonna leave you right here, if that’s okay. I’ve got a date in the opposite direction of where I picked you up.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

She sighed, “I’d be happy to give you cab fair of course.”

He accepted the extra money and a tip of course and exited the car. She drove away in her white BMW and he headed down the street. A cab passed by slowing down to see if he needed a ride but he waved it on.

Cecily had been one of his regulars for months now, sometimes he’d fuck her and sometimes she’d take him in her mouth. She swore once she had finished her surgeries he’d never see her again. He shrugged at her whenever she mentioned it.

If he walked fast he’d be back on his corner in 20 minutes.

He looked up and saw an SUV in the distance. His cock hardened immediately. He couldn’t believe his body reacting to sight of a car that barely looked like hers.

She was a dream, a fantasy to a boy who didn’t have time to dream.

The cold was especially biting tonight and he thought about ducking out early and heading home. He shrugged off that idea when he thought of Drusilla in a drugged state asleep and Clem watching over her. He didn’t have the strength tonight to hold her and keep her safe.

***

She lifted the dress under her chin a black silk dress short with easy access points and she sighed.
“Hi, I’m Buffy and I’ll be your paying customer tonight, how much do you charge?” Her voices sounding a little like a scared sixteen year-old.

She threw the dress across the bed and picked up another more conservative floral dress.
Holding it under her chin she smirked, “Hello, after we have sex, we’re gonna get down on knees and pray for our damned souls.”

That dress was discarded without another thought and she sighed. She’d tried to talk herself out of this all day, but then she’d close her eyes and see him. In the end it didn’t matter what she wore or what she said to him, she just wanted him inside her.

Entering her closet she reached for a simple a-line black leather skirt and cream peasant blouse she slipped them on without any undergarments and adjusted to the feeling of her bare skin against them. The only true modesty she allowed herself was her hair that was swept up away from her face and neck.

She stared at herself in the mirror she was shaking in her long leather boots. A dull nervous ache filled her and she moved slowly to the front door. Collecting her denim jacket and keys she sighed. She couldn’t turn back and she didn’t even want to.


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