“Slaaaaaayer. Slayer. Slayer!” Buffy buried her head in the couch, covering it with a pillow in an attempt to block out the vampire’s bellowing. “C’mon luv. Can’t ignore me all day and night.” Buffy pressed the pillows tighter around her head, despite the now smothering heat. Damn Giles. Damn the Scoobies. Damn exploding demons. “Slayer!” Damn stupid vampires!
She jumped up off the couch and threw a pillow into a corner, narrowly missing one of Giles’s mysterious doodads. Whirling towards the bathroom, she grabbed a stake and stormed into the bathroom, where Spike was lounging in the bathtub as best he could in his chains, one leg draped over the side, his head leaned back on the porcelain, a little smile on his face like she was bringing him tea and not a stake. Damn him, he actually looked comfortable!
Buffy crossed the room in three quick strides, and before Spike could say anything she swung her stake down, stopping just at the fabric of his black t-shirt, poking a tiny hole in it. Her teeth clenched, she spoke low and quiet. “Listen to me. I may be stuck here with you, but I’m not going to put up with your crap. Shut the hell up.”
Spike had spent the last half hour yelling for the Slayer, knowing full well that she would try to ignore him. But he also knew her patience was very limited and it wouldn’t take long before she was stomping into the bathroom, all fury and flouncing hair. He had smirked in victory when she had burst through the door, and now with her stake pressed into his chest—ruining one of his favorite shirts—and trying to be all lethal sounding, he was positively gloating inside. And, he noted, a little turned on. But hey, he’d been stuck in Giles’s flat forever now, and she was female, and okay, maybe a little cute, and it wasn't like his dick knew who it should lurch towards. He shifted a little under her stake, so she wouldn’t notice the issue happening in his pants.
“Hello? You in there?” She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. What the hell is his problem? He screams and screams and then goes all space-case when I come in?
Spike made a concerted effort to wipe the smirk off his face, shoving out his lower lip and making a little huffing sound. “Wot? I just missed you luv. Can’t deny a bloke the pleasure of your company. ‘S lonely in here.”
Buffy briefly considered just “tripping” and letting the stake “accidentally” find its way into Spike, but he was doing some kind of pouty thing that, even though it was undoubtedly designed to piss her off, was still kind of distracting. She stood up, shoving the stake into her back jeans pocket. She pressed her fingers into her temples in an effort to not kill him.
Spike might not be able to bite and drain Buffy, but he could sure try to kill her by aggravating her to death. He shifted again now that the stake was gone, his cock now fully hard at the thought of another dead Slayer. He twisted his pout into a leer, and scraped his eyes down her body. “And I bet your company could be quite… pleasurable.”
“Oh my god.” Buffy whirled around and stormed back towards the bathroom door, cheeks flaming, suddenly very aware that he now had a full view of her ass in her tight jeans as she stormed away, slamming the bathroom door behind her. Damn him! He always did that! Why is he so good at catching me off guard?
“Aw c’mon pet! I was just teasing! You’re right virtuous and I’d never dream of sullyin’ that!” He grinned. She had blushed like fireworks had burst under her skin at his comment and then had stormed out. Oh yeah. This was gonna be a fun night, if he survived it.
***
Buffy stomped into the kitchen, intent on doing something, anything, to distract her from the now endless stream of commentary emanating from the bathroom. God that vampire could talk. Did he ever, ever shut up? Now he was going on about Slayers and virtue and how she was fated to die a virtuous, unsullied death, “But no, wait. That’s right, the Poofter already sullied you, and wasn’t there some scrawny, pimply college boy in there too?” Spike had figured out a long time ago that her love life was a quick way to get under her skin, and had proceeded to goad her with taunts on the subject until she just got used to it. In a way, she guessed she should thank him for it, because he had through his own cruelty helped her get over the hurt. But god, she still wanted to stake him.
She popped open the fridge door, and tried again to tune him out.
“How’s it feel pet? To know that neither boy wanted you? Gotta say, I’m not sure I woulda left your tight little body so quick.”
She rummaged in the fridge, trying to make as much noise as possible.
“Must’ve done something to scare 'em off, I’d say.”
She slammed the fridge door, causing some sort of avalanche of condiments inside.
“Was it your Slayer strength? Or maybe you’re into a bit of the kink.”
“God, Shut the hell up!” She slammed the sandwich she had found onto the counter, smashing it, and walked back into the bathroom. She glared at him, all comfy in the tub, mouth opening for another twisted observation into her love life. “What is your damage? Seriously? Cause this whole ‘try to piss off Buffy’ thing, it’s getting kinda old.”
“Told ya pet. Lonely in here.” He grinned at her.
She clenched her fists, and felt fresh sweat burst on her skin in anger. She forced herself to take a deep breath.
“That’s it luv. Take a breather.” His grin widened. Although he would never admit it out loud, Red’s observation earlier about him doing annoying little things in place of, well, killing all of them was kind of true, hence his using Buffy as a verbal punching bag.
“What’s it gonna take to get you to shut up.” She scowled, realizing that the only way he would be quiet would be if he got something he wanted.
Spike paused. Was she going to make a deal with him? Oh this was good. What could he get out of her? What did he want? Unbidden, an image of her ass as she bounced out of the bathroom earlier flashed in his mind. Uh, no. Not that. Definitely not. “Let me out of the chains, wanna stretch my legs.” Bollocks. Didn’t really think that one through. No way was she going to let him out, and now she would probably realize how stupid dealing with him was in the first place and storm out again.
Only she wasn’t. She was just standing there, looking at him with an odd expression on her face.
Buffy was a little surprised that he hadn’t come up with something horribly diabolical. In the face of all the things, many of them extremely raunchy, that he could have said, his request sounded strangely reasonable.
Spike tried to sit as quietly as possible. She looked for all the world like she was actually considering what he had said. He tried to bite his tongue, but his nature got the better of him. “Besides, it's not like you’re not gonna have to use the loo at some point. Want me in here watching? Cause I could get into that, you know.” He grinned at her, and mentally kicked himself.
“You’re disgusting.”
She turned and walked out, and Spike groaned to himself. Stupid wanker. She was gonna let you out and you had to go and muck it up.
Buffy walked back into the living room and opened Giles’s desk where he kept the keys to Spike’s chains. Her inner slayer was screaming at her to suck it up and just ignore the vampire, but her inner Buffy bitch-slapped her to shut her up. She was hot, tired, mentally exhausted and damn him, he was right about her having to use the bathroom. She hadn’t even thought of it before he said it. Besides, what damage could he do? He couldn’t hurt her, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to take off, not with soldier boys after him. And if he pissed her off she could always wrangle him back into the tub and stuff a sock in his mouth. Hm. Wrangling Spike into a tub. Spike in a tub. Naked Spike. She felt a twinge somewhere down below her belly at that thought and quickly realized where her thoughts were heading. What the hell? Where did that come from? No! No naked Spike! Bad Buffy! Must be the heat. I’m getting delirious.
She found the keys and walked back into the bathroom. Spike’s eyes widened.
“Have a change of heart, Slayer?” He tried his best to keep sarcasm out of his voice, but failed. “Cause I was kinda lookin’ forward to bath time.”
Buffy’s breath hitched and her heartbeat jumped as his words unknowingly echoed her own devious thoughts of not thirty seconds ago. “Well, you’re neutered. It’s not like you can do anything if I let you out of the tub.” Great Buffy. Challenge the Master Vampire to do something bad. She went to examine the mess of locks Giles had used.
“I don’t think neutered is quite the right word, pet.” He flicked his eyes over her body again, but she didn’t see as she was preoccupied with finding the right lock. He had heard her breath stop and her pulse quicken when he mentioned the bath, and thought that he had smelled something slightly naughty. But then it was gone, and he chalked it up to wishful thinking and getting to know his own left hand a bit too well.
She was leaning over the tub, her thighs pressed against the edge, while she rattled the chains. She was forced to reach up, and Spike’s eyes followed the curve of her thighs and her stomach, then her breasts as they pushed out against the fabric of her tank top. He heard a click, and the chains fell down behind the tub, still attached to his wrists.
“Uh, luv, you might’ve wanted to undo the wrist shackles first.” He paused. “I take back what I said earlier about the kink. Clearly, you have a lot to learn.” He smirked at her.
She rolled her eyes. “Guess I’m just not the dominatrix you thought I was Spike. I’m not in the habit of chaining people up.” She grabbed the chain and yanked his wrists up so she could unlock them.
Spike’s cock, already semi-hard from his examination of her body moments before, jumped at the rough treatment. “Night’s still young pet.”
“God, do you ever quit?”
“Vamp stamina, luv.”
Buffy made a low sound of aggravation, shoved the key into the lock of first one wrist, then the other, unlocking them. She stood over him. “This stops now. That’s the deal, right? I let you out, you stop being a pain in my ass.” She dropped the shackles on him.
Spike stood up, shoving the chains aside, momentarily distracted by the pleasure of stretching out his muscles. He reached over his head, grasped his hands together, and leaned first to one side, then the other.
Buffy watched him get up and stretch, his shirt pulling out of his jeans and lifting up slightly to expose the lower part of his abs. That’s a six-pack. Jeez. Wow. When she had been unlocking his chains she had glanced down at him and seen his eyes moving over her body. She had abruptly returned to the task at hand, and she didn’t think he noticed that she noticed what he was doing. And now she was ogling him? What the hell was going on? First naked naughty Spike-thoughts and now she was eyeing his lean musculature? Uh oh. Bad, bad Buffy! Gotta be the heat. God, it was hot in here. She forced her eyes up to the ceiling, but they popped back down, of their own volition, she’d swear, and rested square on the fly of his jeans. Oh. My. God. Is that… She abruptly turned around and walked out of the bathroom.
Spike dropped his hands just as the Slayer stormed out of the bathroom again. Looks like I got her knickers all in a bunch, again. Wasn’t even trying. He snickered to himself as he stepped out of the tub, and his pants rubbed the wrong way on his erection.
Oh. He had forgotten about his dick for a second, he had been so relieved to get out of the shackles. And then he had stretched out, no doubt giving her a nice, good view of his now very tight pants. Gonna stake me now for sure. He walked over to the sink and splashed some water on his face, giving himself, or rather his dick, a minute to relax. What the hell was going on? When did he start lusting after the Slayer? Sure, he always got hard when he thought about ripping her throat out, and often wanked off to that thought, but he hadn’t been thinking about that this time. He felt his mind start to wander to bad places, where sex and blood and violence were all mixed together in an indecipherable mess. With some effort, he wrenched it back. No way was he going to end up dust or back in the tub. He wanted to enjoy his freedom for as long as possible.
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