Wheels On Fire. by greyangel

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Wheels on Fire.

Chapter One.

Spies, Sex and Propositions.

The first time he sensed her, he thought she’d come to kill them all. He’d been in his room, secretly working on his exercises. Angelus and Dru were in one of the bedrooms, and between the noise and heavy aroma of their arousal, he didn’t need to see with his own eyes to know what they were up too.

The telling awareness that made his whole body hum in the presence of the slayer alerted him that she was somewhere close by. He lifted his face to the blackened windows. He could feel her right outside. She must have lingered for a minute or two before finally moving on.

On first realizing she was there, he’d practically leapt back into his wheelchair, certain that one of the minions would burst into the room to investigate the slayers presence, but no one had come and the slayer, instead of bursting through the windows and attacking them, had just continued to move around the parameter of the mansion as if she was looking for something.

Without alerting anyone, Spike wheeled himself out of his room and followed her progress, trying to second guess what she was up too.

He felt her stop somewhere in the vicinity of Angelus’ room. He knew if she’d stopped outside Angelus’ window, she wouldn’t be able to see in, as his windows were blackened too. But that wouldn’t stop her from hearing everything that was going on, and from the sounds of it, there was plenty going on.

Angelus was giving Dru a right good Rogering. Spike wondered what the silly little slayer thought she was doing. If Angelus or Dru sensed her outside their room, she’d pay a heavy price. Though Spike didn’t think it very likely either vampire would notice anything, they were far too caught up in the sex. Angelus seemed determined to make up for the one hundred years he’d missed out on; fucking Dru like there was no tomorrow.

A minion walked by and gave Spike a seriously funny look when he saw him parked in his wheelchair outside Angelus’ bedroom. Realizing he looked like a lovesick fool, he angrily turned his chair around and quickly went back to his room. It wouldn’t do him any good if Angelus caught him lurking about and if the slayer wanted to torture herself, well that was her problem.

Spike figured she was a masochist because she came back a second and a third time. Spike was sure each time she was going to fly in through the windows and attack them. Or maybe burst in with a flamethrower and torch them all, but she didn’t. She came back and silently made her way to the window outside Angelus’ room, listening while Angelus and Dru had loud and very energetic sex.

Spike couldn’t figure out how no one else sensed her. The minions he could more or less excuse because they were all young and therefore their senses were underdeveloped, but he was amazed the almighty Angelus never picked up on her unique vibes.

He decided to intervene, and the next time Angelus took Dru out to hunt, he sneaked into their room, climbed up to the blackened window and scraped away a portion of the black paint. It wasn’t a large area but Spike made sure it would give the silly slayer a good view of the bed.

That night he waited to see if she would turn up, and sure enough she did. He hid in the shadows outside, far enough from Angelus’ window not to be felt by either Dru or the big forehead, and definitely far enough away so that the slayer wouldn’t know he was there. He waited and waited and when she turned up, he watched her surprise when she discovered the little spy hole.

At first she didn’t go anywhere near it, in fact, she quickly turned her back on it as if she were afraid it would bite her. Spike smirked at that. Angelus and Dru were in a very good mood. They’d had a real good hunt and were celebrating in a loud and lusty way. The noises were sickening and even Spike wanted to move away from the sound of the couple having sex, but he forced himself to stay and watch the little slayer.

She looked anguished. Occasionally, she would cover her mouth with a trembling hand as if she were holding back a sob and a couple of times she even covered her ears, but only for a minute or so. Then she would listen in again, but in the end, the lure of that new little window proved too much for her.

She kept turning around and gazing at the tiny beam of light that shone through the patch of clear glass. Sometimes she’d take a slow step towards it, but then quickly back away. Spike watched her do this again and again, biting her lip and wringing her little hands…torn. He could almost see her arguing with herself.

Then there was a loud scream of ecstatic pleasure from inside the room and the slayer flung herself at the window, pressing her eye to the spy hole.

She gasped softly and froze; her hands braced on either side of the window. The sex noises from inside the room just kept going on and on and on.

With a startled yelp, she jumped back from the window and staggered backwards. Spike caught a brief glimpse of her shocked and bloodless face before she ran off. He doubted she’d come back. He looked at the window and for a fleeting moment, he was tempted to go and have a quick look for himself, but he decided against it. It wouldn’t be as if whatever was happening in there would be anything new to him and why should he torment himself. Spike headed back to his room to continue his exercises.

That night he couldn’t get the slayer out of his mind. Not that he felt sorry for the silly bint, but she was just a kid and a stupid one at that. What the hell did she expect? It wasn’t his fault she kept coming back. Maybe now that she’d seen with her own eyes what her ‘Angel’ was up to with Dru, she’d finally get enough balls to take him out. Spike sincerely hoped so, and then he could have Dru back and get the hell out of this cursed town.

The noise from Angelus’ room went on well into the day and Spike found himself laying on his bed, sickened and aroused in equal measure. If only he could kill the bastard, but he wasn’t strong enough yet, and it would be months before he’d be back up to his full strength. Spike didn’t think he could stand months of listening and watching Angelus and Dru together.

The next day, just before sunset, he wheeled himself into the library and caught them going at it like a pair of mink against the big leather couch. Angelus had Dru sprawled over the back of the couch. Her dress was shoved high over her back, exposing her long milky legs and small buttocks. She was wanton, moaning and pressing her breasts to the leather as Angelus fucked her from behind.

They noticed him, frozen half way through the doorway, but they didn’t bother slowing. Sneering, Spike tried to backup as quickly as he could, but in his haste his chair banged into the frame and the wheel on one side got trapped. Angelus threw his head back and roared with laughter. Dru made little simpering noises and tried to coax him nearer, hoping to entice him to join in.

Angry and humiliated, Spike continued to try and reverse out of the library, but he was so agitated that he just couldn’t steer the damn chair. Angelus’ laughter just kept getting louder and louder and Dru made the whole thing worse by calling Spike a naughty boy and trying to coax him back.

Finally clear of the doorway, Spike rushed straight back to his room, with Angelus’ laughter chasing after him. He was murderous. Fuming, he slammed the door and locked it. Once the bolt was thrown, he leapt out of his chair and grabbed one of his heavy weights and flung it as hard as he could at the far wall. When the plaster dust cleared, the weight was half embedded in the brick.

A short while later he heard them all leave. He waited until he was absolutely sure there was no one left in the mansion before venturing back out of his room. Cautiously he wheeled himself from room to room. When he came to Angelus’ room, he climbed out of his chair. He walked around and stared at the unmade bed, his anger and resentment rapidly building. Gritting his teeth, he tore his eyes away from the tossed sheets and caught sight of the window. He spotted the small patch of clear glass.

He’d forgotten about the slayer, but now that he was looking at the window, she came vividly to mind. He wondered if she’d come back for another peep tonight. Spike really hoped she would, because if she did, he’d be waiting for her.

*****

Buffy had only been at the window for a few minutes when she heard a noise at her shoulder. She spun around, but she was too late. She caught the faint impression of something dark and a flash of a white face, followed by a heavy blow to the side of her head. Then everything went black.

*****

Spike carried her back to his room and placed her on the bed. She was as light as a feather. He took her jacket off and disarmed her before arranging her as comfortably as possible. From the bathroom, he fetched a cold washcloth and gently pressed it to her brow. She stirred and Spike quickly settled himself back in his wheelchair. He didn’t want to give away his little secret just yet.

It didn’t take her long to come round, her slayer healing at work no doubt. She groaned softly. Her hand fluttered over her brow like a fragile Victorian Miss, and then she sat up, suddenly becoming aware she was in hostile territory.

Her eyes locked on Spike. He had to hand it to her, she didn’t let her fear show. She just stared at him steadily, unblinking and silent. Then her eyes took in her surroundings. Spike let her figure things out. She looked at her jacket sitting at the foot of the bed and suddenly her hands flew to the back of her jeans. Spike smirked at her and silently pointed at the dressing table beside the door.

Buffy followed the movement of Spike’s hand and groaned when she saw her supply of stakes sitting on the dresser.

Spike smiled at her slowly.

“Seems to me luv…you’re in a bit of a pickle.”

Buffy frowned and swung her legs slowly over the side of the bed. She swayed slightly and Spike figured her head wasn’t completely better. He must’ve hit her harder than he thought.

Her eyes were jumping about the room. They lingered on the door behind him and then for a fraction too long on the high window to one side of them. But Spike knew she was trapped. The window was barred and he was blocking the only exit. She wasn’t going anywhere until he said so.

“You’ve been a naughty girl slayer.” He smiled dirtily. “And I’m not sure how you’ve managed to get away with sneaking back here most nights and playing the peeping tom, but you’re real lucky Angelus was too busy fucking Dru to sense you.”

She flinched at his blatant language. Buffy cursed herself. Willow had told her the spell was foolproof and that there was no way Angel or Dru would realize they were being watched. The spell was only meant to let her get close enough to scout things out and size up the enemy on his home turf…but instead she’d found out a lot more than just the layout of the mansion and the number of vamps Angel had gathered. She really hadn’t meant to keep coming back, but once she’d heard them…doing…doing…things, she’d been unable to help herself. And Oh God, when she found that small gap in the otherwise perfect blackout paint, she’d been drawn to it like a Lemming to a cliff…and right over the edge to her doom.

Only, Buffy had forgotten about Spike. He’d been out of the picture since she put him in the wheelchair and stupidly she’d discounted him as a threat. Well now she was paying the price for that mistake.

She knew from previous visits that she was in his room. She was sitting on his bed unarmed. She waited to hear what he wanted. Cautiously, she extended her senses, but as yet, she couldn’t sense any other vamps in the immediate area. That meant Angel and the others weren’t back yet. She eyed her stakes on the dresser and the broken vampire in his wheelchair. She could take a crippled vamp…easy. No question about it…he wasn’t any kind of competition. Only, how had she got here? She edged nearer to the foot of the bed, seriously weighing her chances of getting across the room to her weapons and staking the blonde cripple and fleeing before Angel came back.

Spike shot her a sinister look and positioned his chair in front of the dresser.

“Now why would you want to kill me?” he asked calmly.

Buffy rolled her eyes and immediately wished she hadn’t. Her head was still pounding. “Because you are a vampire and I’m the slayer…you…you…er…” The sharp and witty putdown she was striving for eluded her, and she blushed when she heard Spike laugh.

“Well, you might want to reconsider that luv…not the slayer, vampire bit…but the killing me part…especially when you hear my proposition.” He smiled and his eyes slid over her suggestively.

Buffy didn’t like the way he was looking at her but she thought it best to humor him, so she tried to stall for time. She needed to get to her stakes. Giles would kill her if he ever found out how stupid she’d been. It was bad enough she’d talked Willow into doing the spell, but then she’d forgotten about Spike and gotten herself captured by him. Only, she wondered why he hadn’t drained her when she was out cold. He didn’t seem to be in a particularly slayer killing mood. In fact, considering the way he was eyeing her, his mood seemed far from anything remotely death related. Buffy was sure she should be more worried about this…if only she knew exactly what he was up to.

“I doubt anything you’ve got to say could interest me, but in the spirit of humoring you, let’s pretend I care,” she replied with fake cheer.

Spike saw right through her, but figured he didn’t have much time as the big, the bad, and the ugly would be back at any moment and he needed to get to the heart of matters fast.

“Have it your way if you want luv, but we both know you’ve been sneaking around outside Angelus’ window catching the show for the last week.” She bristled and looked about ready to deny it, but Spike jumped in first. “And don’t even think about trying to deny it…coz I’ve sensed you every single time.”

“You might have sensed me, but you’re out of line with the peeping tom remark,” she snapped hotly.

Spike chuckled. “Yeah, right luv. So, tell me, when you were looking in Angelus’ window yesterday…you were just looking to make sure he wasn’t killing some helpless little virgin and not screwing Dru to the wall…right?”

Buffy felt her face overheat and realized he must have seen her. Stammering, she spluttered, “W-were you watching me...? Why you…you…that’s low, even for you…”

“Those who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones luv,” he chuckled at her indignant fluster. “Besides, who do you think it was who provided you with your very own spy hole?” he smirked at her suggestively.

Buffy gasped her mouth dropping open with surprise. She’d wondered how on previous visits she’d never noticed the small odd shaped patch that allowed her to see into Angel’s room before, and when she’d spotted it the day before, she’d convinced herself that it must have been there all along and she’d just missed it or simply overlooked it. But now, here was Spike telling her he’d deliberately rubbed the paint away just so she could watch Angel with Dru…and all because he knew she’d been loitering outside, listening in for the last week. She didn’t know what to say.

Spike saw the stark terror on her face and realized she was probably afraid he would tell someone what she’d been up to. Well he was unscrupulous, and wasn’t above using whatever evil methods got him his hearts desires.

“So, tell me, how did you enjoy the show?” he asked casually, a pleasant smile on his face.

She didn’t seem to be able to find her voice and Spike had to remind himself he was dealing with an untutored child and if he wanted to get anywhere with her, he would have to stop teasing her.

“Okay, sorry, that was a rotten thing to ask…but just so we know slayer…there’s no use you trying to lie about what you’ve been up to,” he said calmly. She was gazing at him with a startled expression on her face and a nervous twitch to her hands. Spike wondered if she was wishing she had a stake grasped in her little fist right at that moment. “Listen I don’t care that you were at his bleedin’ window, it’s of no interest to me if you want to torment and torture yourself like that…but personally if I were you, I’d be more interested in getting even than with watching him fuck someone else.”

His words hung between them. Spike could see she half understood what he meant, but again her age and inexperience was getting in the way. He waited to see if she would take the bait. She looked like a tiny bird about to take flight…but she didn’t. She held her ground.

“I…I don’t know what you mean,” she whispered.

Spike smirked and let his eyes slip over her slowly, his look sinister and sexy all at once. “Sure you do…but if you want I can explain it to you.” He waited with excited anticipation to see what would happen next.

She broke eye contact and looked at the door behind him with a nervous and desperate look in her eyes. That wasn’t good. Spike tried to rope her in…coax her to his way of thinking.

“So you think peeping in his window is going to get you some where with him? I didn’t have you pegged for stupid slayer, and I’m sure a part of you must realize that if he ever catches you, or finds out you’ve been spying on him, he’ll bust a gut laughing at the pathetic little lovesick girl watching her ex-lover from afar.” Her gaze snapped to him and judging from her deep frown, he’d scored a perfect hit. “Yeah, Angelus will just love that…and imagine what it will do to his ego to discover you’ve been pining away for him…all heartbroken and unhappy…Oh yeah, Angelus will just love that…I can practically hear him now…laughing and boasting about the lovelorn slayer…he’ll never need to kill you…you’ll be a joke among all of demon kind—”

Buffy had heard enough. “Shut up,” she snapped.

“Oh, sorry luv, but does the truth hurt?” he asked.

“So…fine…I was at his window and you saw me…big deal…he’s never going to find out because I’m going to kill you,” she said almost sweetly.

Spike chuckled. He knew he’d always liked this slayer and it wasn’t just because she wore short skirts. It was because she was a plucky little thing.

Smiling, he shook his head and again asked, “Now why would you want to kill me? Especially, when I have the perfect solution for both of us to get our own back on them and have a little fun at the same time.”

His eyes wandered over her again and Buffy was left in no doubt this time as to what he was talking about. She swallowed and was unable to hide her nervous reaction to him. She felt a sudden tightening low down, and a dull throb began to pulse between her legs when he cocked his head to one side and smirked at her in a very suggestive way.

Buffy was, to say the least, shocked. Was Spike suggesting revenge sex? The idea was at once, completely out of the question and yet, oh-so tempting. Ever since her one and only experience with sex, she’d been left with all these wild yearnings. The night with Angel had been so perfect…passionate and tender…everything a girl could possibly hope for on her first time. Only the cold hard truth of the matter was she’d awoken a demon.

Now she was often left feeling confused. The memories of the sex stirred her to life, but unhappily she felt robbed or cheated out of something that should be hers. Stumbling across Angel and Dru having sex had made the whole thing so much worse. Yet, she’d stayed each time and listened to them. Their cries and moans of pleasure had triggered a terrible host of unnamed desires that always left her feeling frustrated and horny. Sleep eluded her often these days, and all because she had so much trouble shutting down all the dirty thoughts the encounters set off, and even when she did sleep, her dreams were plagued with sweaty images of naked bodies and the sensation of hands touching her in the most luscious way. She’d wake gasping, trying to clutch at the dream induced feelings that never quite satisfied her.

Spike was still looking at her with that deliciously dirty look on his face. She trembled with an answering excitement as her body responded to the idea of having her needs finally taken care of.

“I see I’ve caught your interest luv,” he said hoarsely.

“What! No you haven’t…it’s a stupid idea and I wouldn’t dream of—”

Spike smiled broadly and chuckled huskily. “Oh, yes you would luv.” He breathed deeply, his smile growing broader still. “Because unless I’m very much mistaken, I can smell your interest.”

Buffy stared at him wide-eyed. She pressed her legs tighter together and resisted the urge to cross them. Spike didn’t miss the look on her face or the slight movement of her legs.

“Come on luv…why be coy? The idea is getting you all hot and I can promise you…you’ll be a lot hotter for it once you let yourself voice your interest.” He wheeled the chair closer to the bed…closer to her. She watched him approach, unable to move as he fixed her with a compelling and unmistakable gaze. “I know you must be dying of curiosity about all the things you never got to do with Angel…Angelus is always mouthing off about your one quick roll in the sheets…telling everyone who’ll listen how you weren’t up to his standards. I can help you prove him wrong…teach you a few things…because I can certainly offer you a better experience than a ten minute session in the dark with a heavy body thrusting into you in the good old missionary style.”

He let his eyes drift over her and watched her heat up under his lustful gaze. Her scent was growing stronger. Oh yeah, she was definitely interested, but he could tell from the deeply embarrassed expression she wore that he would need to let her think things over. He had no intentions of bullying her into making a decision. He wanted her to want it. Or there’d be no pleasure in relating the whole thing back to Angelus and Dru.

No way would she consider sleeping with him…he must be mad. “What kind of things?” she whispered. Surprised at herself, she wondered where that question had come from.

Spike smiled at her softly, reminding himself yet again, she was an untutored girl and he would need to go slow and treat her like the soft little girl she was and try to forget she was the slayer and could dust him in the blink of an eye.

“Oh, all sorts of things luv…sweet things that will make you burn and pant…and naughty things that will have you begging for more,” he said huskily.

She frowned prettily. “I don’t beg,” she stated coolly.

Spike couldn’t help his dirty smirk. “Oh but you will luv…you’ll beg and plead and moan and gasp, for more of everything.” He promised silkily. He held her gaze deliberately. “And so will I.” He added.

She gasped softly and swallowed. Spike could hear her heart beating faster and the enticing smell of her arousal increased noticeably.

She looked at him, her pretty face flushed at his suggestions. “But…erm…I mean, how can you…erm…that is, you’re…you’re…” her little hand hovered in the air as she tried to tactfully draw his attention to his wheelchair and his disability.

Spike laughed softly and moving the chair back, he slowly stood. Buffy gasped. Spike continued to stand there, unmoving. He didn’t want her to feel threatened and he certainly didn’t want to spook her into slayer mode.

“The chair is just a prop luv…and no doubt we’ll find an interesting use for it in your upcoming lessons,” he said humorously. “And as you can see, I’m more than able to steer you round all the curves.”

Buffy didn’t always understand his speeches. He was a lot like Giles in that way. They both said things that she thought she knew the meaning too, but was always uncertain she comprehended them completely. But looking at Spike’s humorous dirty expression, Buffy realized, while she might not fully understand his words, she was in no doubt about his meaning. She’d always thought he was dangerously good looking and while he was totally different to Angel, he was just as sexy.

Against her better judgment she realized he was right. She was curious and she did like the idea of proving to herself that her one and only time wasn’t all there was to sex…it couldn’t be…not when she had all these thoughts and feelings clambering for recognition. Buffy remembered vividly how Angelus had laughed at her, making her feel inadequate and humiliated. Confused and hurt, she’d cried, wondering what she could have done wrong. The humiliation had become worse when she’d realized she was in love with a monster and that he was having a fun-filled time broadcasting her lousy performance to the entire demon community of Sunnydale.

Yet, that hadn’t stopped all the naughty thoughts that had sprung to life after her one night of illicit passion in Angel’s arms. So why should she suppress herself? Angel had unlocked a door and then as Angelus, he’d walked away, leaving it wide open and empty…and now here was Spike, asking to be invited in. Well, why shouldn’t she? He was sexy and he wanted her. He’d even promised to teach her things…maybe like the things she’d seen Angel doing to Dru.

A sudden defiant anger at the two dark haired vampires clutched at her. Angelus had rejected and discarded her, just as Drusilla had rejected and discarded Spike. Maybe he had a point…getting their revenge in the way he was suggesting would certainly be better than hanging outside their window like a pathetic loser. Didn’t they say living well was the best revenge?

“Angel and Dru will be mad if they find out,” she pointed out unnecessarily.

Spike nodded his head happily. “Oh yeah, hopping mad…no doubt about it, but there won’t be a bloody thing either of them can do about it…not once the deeds done, and I’ll make sure Angelus has to eat every single word he said about your lack of skill.”

“But how will he even know for sure you’re telling the truth…he could say you’re just making the whole thing up…and you better not suggest taping anything coz if you do—”

Spike’s mirthful laugh cut her off. “No luv…nothing like that. And believe me, I won’t even need to tell him you’ve been here or what we got up to…he’ll smell you everywhere.” She stared at him for a second then blushed as his meaning took hold. “Yes…that’s right slayer…your own unique calling card will be everywhere and he won’t be able to escape it…he’ll be trapped here all day…having to suffer the evidence of our lust and…” He took a slow measured step towards her, careful not to alarm her. He leaned down until his face was level with hers. Slowly, he gently cupped her face in his hands and softly kissed her closed lips. “Passion,” he murmured at her mouth.

Buffy couldn’t believe Spike had kissed her, and she couldn’t believe she’d let him. And she’d liked it too.

He moved back, watching her.

“Well pet…time is ticking and Angelus and Dru will be back at any moment…so why don’t you go home and think about it. If you want to take me up on my offer, then come back tonight after sunset. If you decide not too…well then…you keep my little secret about not needing the chair and I’ll keep your secret and not tell Angelus about your peeping tom antics.” There was nothing left to say and Spike moved away from the door, giving her a clear exit.

She remained frozen on the bed for a few seconds and then suddenly moved as if released from a spell. Cautiously, she inched her way nearer to the door, keeping her back to the wall as she watched him warily. He was after all a vampire. Her hand made contact with the door handle. She turned it and was surprised to discover it was open. She wasn’t sure if he’d been trying to trick her.

With the door open, she prepared to back out of the room, but just as she was about to step out Spike called her back.

“Oh luv, don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” he asked softly.

She frowned at him, puzzled.

Spike reached for her jacket and walked the few paces to her, holding it out for her to take. She watched him walk confidently, his stride sure and strong. She slipped her jacket on and turned to leave but he surprised her again when he gathered up her stakes and smiling, offered them to her.

“You better have these back luv…it wouldn’t do to be caught unarmed by some nasty vamp…now would it?” He smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Buffy snatched the stakes and fled. She was nearly home when she realized she could still feel the little kiss tingling on her heated face. She paused and rubbed her cheek but the impression remained.

A wave of embarrassing longing shivered through her as she mulled over Spike’s proposition. Reaching her house, Buffy climbed the steps up the back porch and let herself in. Her mom was still away on another buying trip and she didn’t have to be at school for a few hours yet. She crept upstairs and made her way to her room.

Stripping off her clothes she lay on the bed and closed her eyes. For once, sleep came swiftly, and when she woke to the sound of the alarm clock blaring next to her, she was oddly refreshed and kind of calm.

Buffy smiled at herself in the mirror and wondered what she should wear for her rendezvous with Spike. Something black and sexy maybe, she thought. Still smiling, she headed for the bathroom to get ready for school.

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TBC…