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It was Tuesday night and Spike was bored. There never seemed to be anything good on the tele on Tuesdays.

So Spike was out roaming the graveyard near his crypt hoping to find something to kill.

Then he caught the scent of vanilla on the wind. The Slayer! She was always good for some amusement. He could no longer fight her physically, but he was always up for a little verbal sparring. Not to mention the fun of watching her storm off in righteous indignation after a particularly nasty barb. She always swayed her hips in the most enticing way when she was mad.

As soon as she came into view, Spike realized she was already mad. Another vampire would have most likely avoided a Slayer so obviously on the war path. But Spike just had to know what had gotten under her skin and see if he could drive it in a little deeper.

"Oh, great, just what I need, another stupid, pig-headed, alpha-male wanna-be," Buffy said when she saw Spike.

"Well, I don't have to guess who shoved the stake up your ass. Bit unfair to take it out on the rest of the male population though. So just what did soldier-boy do to ruffle your feathers so badly."

"You think you're so smart don't you Spike?" He nodded. He didn't think it, he knew it. "Well for you're information the problem was that he wouldn't stick anything up my ass."

Spike was momentarily stunned. He couldn't have imagined the Slayer ever saying something like that. There could only be one explanation for a sentence like that coming out of the Slayers self-righteous mouth, especially since she didn't even blush. She was under some kind of spell. Still, whatever it was, it was causing her to say the most interesting things. Things that brought to mind the most interesting images.

"Wow Spike, I've never actually seen someone's jaw drop before." She stepped in close to him, placed her hand on his chin, and shut his mouth manually.

Then she looked at him as if she'd never seen him before. She licked her lips, and suddenly Spike could smell the scent of arousal coming off of her in waves. "You know what I just remembered?" she said with a low sexy voice.

He had no idea. His mind was too overwhelmed with images of Buffy bent over a tombstone as he fucked her up the ass.

She held the lapels of his duster and ran her thumbs over the leather. "You once promised me that you'd 'fuck me everywhere I could be fucked.'"

"That was supposed to be on our wedding night, luv," it was the only thing he couldn't think of to say. His mouth was dry, his cock was hard, and it was screaming at him to grab her and shag her senseless there on the ground. And why the hell had he called her luv? He hated her. She was sexy sure, hell he'd wanted her since he'd first seen her, but that didn't mean he liked her.

"Okay, if you're not interested. . ." she let him go and turned around.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her tight against him, rubbing his erection against the ass she'd just offered him. "I didn't say that," he growled in her ear.

This was stupid, the one part of his brain that still worked told him. The spell will wear off, or be broken and she'll come straight to your crypt and stake you for even thinking of touching her.

She pressed her ass into him, obviously enjoying the friction between them.

"Are you sure, pet? I might do all sort of evil things to you?" he didn't know why he was giving her this out. Not only should he not care what she thought, but she obviously wasn't really making her own decisions right now.

She giggled, "Chip remember? You can't do anything evil."

That was it. That was what decided him. He couldn't hurt her. But he could damn well be evil. Oh yes, he'd show her evil. He'd fuck her in ways she couldn't even imagine. He'd make her cum over and over. He'd make this the best night of her life, so that when the spell or whatever it was wore off, she'd have no choice but to live the rest of her knowing that no one could fuck her like her worst enemy. Not to mention, she was Captain Cardboard's girl. Even if the wanker was too stupid to notice a gift from heaven when it was dropped squirming and horny into his lap.

He picked her up, as if he were in fact her newlywed sweetheart and started in the direction of his crypt.

"Where are we going? Why don't we just do it here?" she asked.

"Chip remember? If I'm going to fuck you up the ass without hurting you, we're going to need some lube."

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It would have been romantic, if it hadn't been Spike. He'd carried her into his crypt, then kicked open the trap door that led to the lower level. He'd cradled her head in one hand to protect it, and then leapt down into the darkness.

She'd never seen the lower level before. Still hadn't really. It was much to dark for her to see anything. But Spike walked surely across the floor, and lay her down on what was obviously his bed. Then he was on top of her kissing her.

He really was as good a kisser as she had remembered. His kisses sent shivers down her spine and the dampness between her legs spread even further. It took a few moments before she was able to push him away.

"Second thoughts?" he asked. If she didn't know Spike better she would have thought he sounded hurt.

"No, I just want to be able to see you." She waited for him to tell her no, or laugh at her, or just ignore her the way Riley had earlier that night. Instead she felt him lift off of her, and heard the rustling of his leather duster. Then she heard the familiar click of his lighter and Spike began to light candles.

There had to be at least a dozen large candles spread around the bed, and Spike lit them all. The flickering candlelight made it seem even more romantic, but only in an Anne Rice sort of way, she reminded herself. This wasn't about romance after all.

This was about sex, and doing all the dirty little things that Riley wouldn't let her. About trying to learn some of those secrets that men seemed to be trying to hide from her. And about how good a kisser Spike was. And maybe getting rid of all those embarrassing dreams Buffy had had about Spike since Willows spell.

Having finished lighting the room, he started to move back down on top of her.

"Nuh-uh," she said, stopping his decent with her foot on his hard stomach. "I said I wanted to see you. All of you."

Spike bit his lower lip and smiled. He backed up to the foot of the bed and let his duster fall to the floor. Then he lifted up his t-shirt. Buffy's breath caught. Wow, that's a really nice chest, she thought. Then she watched entranced as his hands moved to his belt. As he lowered his jeans, Buffy was surprised to see he didn't wear any underwear at all.

Finally he stood before her completely naked. She felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. He was so beautiful. The candlelight danced across his marble skin, adding a redish blush, making him look almost alive. He was all hard angle's in all the right places, and below the perfectly sculpted chest and the nest of dark curls his thick eager cock glistened.

Wow, Buffy thought again. She had never actually seen a man entirely naked before. Despite her best efforts Riley always managed to keep his boxers on until he was under the covers, and the lights were out.

"Your turn," he purred at her. It sent shivers down her spine.

She kicked off her shoes. Then she lifted up her top and wriggled out of her pants. She was about to undo her bra when he said, "That's enough luv. I'll get the rest. Though I must say, I wouldn't have figured you for the black thong type."

"Guess you don't know me as well as you think. Huh, Spike?" she retorted, although secretly she was glad she had been planning a night out, and wasn't wearing some of her more ordinary underwear.

"Maybe not Slayer, but I'm about to."

He began to crawl up the bed toward her, like a predatory cat. She looked into his blue eyes and saw a deep hunger she'd never seen before. No one had ever looked at her quite like that. Not even Spike, who'd often looked at her as if she were a tasty treat.

When he reached her knees, he spread apart her legs, and began kissing his way up the inside of her thigh. She was completely absorbed in the feel of his velvet lips so it took her completely by surprise when she felt a cool finger plunge into her core.

"Oh," she gasped, as her hips lifted up off of the bed.

"Fuck, aren't you a tight little thing?" he said. His eyes were closed and he ran the tip of his tongue over his incisors. "I wager you're sweet too." With that he pulled his finger out, leaving her feeling incredibly empty, and put it in his mouth. He sucked on it. His cheeks caved in, emphasizing his incredible cheek bones even more. Slowly he pulled the finger out, as if it was coated with honey and he wanted to get every single drop.

"Do. . . do you like how I taste?" she knew she shouldn't ask questions but she couldn't seem to help it tonight.

He just smiled at her, "I'm going to have to start calling you my sweet," he joked. Then before she could form another thought, his head was between her legs as his fingers pushed aside her thong, and his tongue was teasing her outer folds.

"Spike. . . you. . . don't have. . . to," she said breathless. She didn't want him to stop, it felt wonderful, but she knew guys hated doing this.

"Want to," he said, his breath tickling her, and he went back to his work.

That was, Buffy thought, the first thing all night that actually made sense. He was lying to her of course, because he was a vampire and evil. In a minute or two, he'd get bored and move onto something else, in the mean time she'd enjoy it while it lasted.

And she really enjoyed it. She was very quickly panting out a series of oh's. It was at that point that Riley had always stopped and they moved on to other things. But Spike showed no sign of stopping. Not only was he licking her, but he'd now put two fingers inside her and was vigorously exploring inside of her.

Not that he's better at this than Riley, Buffy defiantly thought. Stupid vampire, he hasn't even found my clit-"OH GOD SPIKE!"

Buffy's mind went completely blank. Her whole world condensed down onto the feeling that was rising deep in her womb. He was sucking her clit. Flicking it with his tongue. Causing wave upon wave of sensation to run through her body like an electric shock. Her hands moved involuntarily to his head to pull him in closer. She was grinding her hips against him. Her whole body was moving about him as if he were her fulcrum.

Then she exploded.

She felt as if she'd blacked out. Slowly the world returned. She could feel her limbs trembling. With what seemed a huge effort she ordered her hands to let go of Spike's head. She had dug her fingers deep into his scalp, and she knew he'd be mad. Then she ordered her legs to unclench and let him go. She didn't even remember wrapping them around him.

He didn't look mad though. He grinned up at her and ran a hand through his now messy hair. He pulled himself up level with her face and propped his head up on one arm while he studied her through amused eyes.

All Buffy could do however was lie there gasping, "wow. . . oh. . . that. . . oh wow"

Suddenly he was looking at her very strangely.

"What did I do something wrong?" she asked. She was resigned to the fact she had. She was always doing something wrong. She just hoped that for once someone would tell her what it was.

"Don't be daft pet. What could you possibly do wrong? It's just. . . Buffy? . . Was that your first orgasm?"

"Don't be ridiculous Spike. That wasn't . . . I mean yeah it was more. . . but not. . .Riley and I have sex all the time. I like sex with him. Why would I have sex with him if I didn't have orgasms?"

It was a silly idea. Only Spike could be so arrogant as to think something like that. So yeah, that had been pretty incredible. Okay maybe the most incredible thing she'd ever felt. But still, it wasn't like there wasn't some release with Riley. There was the kissing and the passion, and she would get wet. And it felt nice when Riley was inside of her.

So why did she always want something more from him, asked the little voice Buffy could never quite keep quiet. This was the first time they had ever fought about it, but it wasn't the first time she'd hinted at Riley that she wanted to try something more adventurous. She'd just never been as forceful as she'd been about it tonight.

Why would I have sex with him if I didn't have orgasms? The little voice taunted. Because you don't want to lose your boyfriend maybe. Because you never knew sex could be like this.

"Fine. So what if it was? It's not like it's my fault."

"I never said it was pet. I'm just surprised is all. Not about Captain Cardboard. I just always figured you and Angel used to shag like bunnies."

Just when Buffy thought the evening couldn't get any more surreal Spike sent her mind around another bend. Was he serious? Didn't he know? Everyone knew? How could he not know?

"You're kidding right?"

"Why would I be. I thought you two had the big love. Or what, he get all self conscious about the cradle robbing?"

"You really don't know, do you? And hello, you're more than a hundred years older than me too."

"Yeah, but you're old enough to be legal now pet. Not that I can about that, because I'm evil, and really all about breaking the law. So what's the big mystery?"

Part of her brain was doing a little dance. There was actually someone who didn't know all about the most humiliating event of her life. Not that it felt all that humiliating right now. For some reason right here, right now, it didn't feel like her fault. It didn't feel like there was anything wrong with her that she had to hide from everyone. She felt like she was free.

And so she told him.

"How he lost his soul. It was the curse."

"You mean he's cursed not to have sex or he goes all evil. Remind me to send the gypsies some flowers."

She punched his shoulder.

"Ow."

"It wasn't the sex. I mean it was, but it wasn't. The whole point of the curse was so that he would suffer. So if he ever felt a moment of perfect happiness the curse would be broken and he'd loose his soul. And Angelus really never bragged about that?"

"All he ever said about how he lost his soul was 'You wouldn't believe me if I told you.' Always was a bit of a drama queen. So it was your cherry wasn't it?"

"That's vulgar."

"So are the things I'm planing on doing to you," he whispered from her ear. And just like that Spike went from being considerate-listening-guy to just-wants-to-have-sex-guy.

Not that Buffy entirely minded. Spike as horny pig she could deal with. Spike as confidant she didn't really feel comfortable with.

"Now get on your hands and knees," he growled.

"As if. I never asked you to go down on me Spike, so if you think I'm going to suck your cock you can just forget it. That's not what I came here for."

He was reaching into a drawer beside the bed. He pulled out a plastic bottle containing a clear liquid.

"Ungrateful bitch. I never asked you to. Now if you still want it up the ass, get on your hands and knees."





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