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Broken Glass

"...you BITCH..!"

Buffy did a backwards cartwheel and socked Spike one.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt? I actually meant to kill you. I'll work on that."

Then...

She slipped.

Someone's garbage in the alley where their shadows danced and struck.

Spike had her around the neck, panting cool against her skin, she struggled but this was a vampire death hold. Not since the master, had she been this close to the edge.

"I'm going to do what Angelus can't--"

She struggled, expecting the last thing she'd feel was the snap of her own neck but.

He palmed one of her breasts, digging in. Not hurting her. Taking possession.

THAT pissed her off, so she elbowed him and he fell against some garbage cans.

"You're slime!" She hissed, picking up something to toss at him. She was infuriated by the smirk and...something edgy that had come into play between them.

The broken bottle caught him and his cheek bled. He picked it up, hefting it in one hand deftly.

"Sweet first date, you are..." He snickered, his body loose as he leaned against one side of the alley, juggling broken glass and watching her.

For some reason she stayed on the other side, tugging her sweater down when she saw it had ridden up so he could see the rim of her belly.

"What kind of bizarro world do you come from? Battle between good and evil? This isn't a date."

He prowled closer and she watched him. He made one move and she'd kill him this time...yes. She would. This time.

"This is the fifth night we've met up. Danced. This time next month I want to feel you bite my skin."

She turned and left, defeated again. Why couldn't she kill him? She was more than ready to kill his former girlfriend and Angelus. But she'd run into him and they'd fight. Then. They'd have these strange conversations. She always meant to kill him.

This night, he followed. A hand hit the wall in front of her and she hadn't even flinched or prepared. What was up with her slayer wariness? She always felt the danger. Her 'spider sense' Xan called it. But with Spike, suddenly it had gotten all...mooshed. With other. Things.

He tugged her back by her long hair and she looked up to see his icy skin, his blue eyes. He looked almost as young as she was. Slight and wiry. He didn't look like a killer. He looked like a lover.

THAT thought made her pull back but he didn't give any on her hair, which meant he pulled it.

"Ow!" Her mouth formed a pout and her fist came up.

"Bite me."

He kissed her.

......

He still had the bottle in one fist. She took it from him and put it to his throat. He knew she could easily slice off his head. One brow raised.

"You're going to help me with Angelus and Dru." She ordered him.

"Bossy." He hefted her against the brick wall. Her legs wrapped around him on a moan and they kissed again. This time in wild, sudden heat.

"Uhhhhh." He was kissing her throat. His hands were where they shouldn't be.

"Ever fucked in an alley, Slayer?"

"You have GOT to be kidding!"

He lifted her and she was limp in his arms. He freed himself. Freed her.

When she came down to dance with him again it was quick, mean and needy.

Grind, lift.

Her eyes locked with his.

He cupped her cheek just before she came.

She dropped the bottle and it smashed, fragments of green glass dancing on concrete.

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"...What...?"

"I said: nice little pussy..."

Thwap!

"Ow! Watcha do that for then...?"

"LET me down!"

"Soon as you take your legs from around my arse and get your hands out from under my tee shirt. Sure enough!"

"Oh."

"Can see why you brought out the evil in Angel, love. What a hot fuck you are!"

Thwap! Thwap!

"Bugger! That was a compliment!"

"Maybe to your ho girlfriend...!"

"Where you goin' now? Stay a bit. We can go again."

"Yeah, right! Stay away from me or I'll... ohhhh..."

"Never had that happen before? Shhhh, come on. Don't struggle. Here."

Spike took off his duster and then skimmed off his black tee shirt.

Buffy was flushed, her hands over her cheeks, avoid, avoid...

But his semen was running down her legs.

Could she just die already?

She took the tee and used it. When she was finished she was about to toss it in the garbage when he gave a yelp and took it.

"You are SO not going to wear that!"

"Why not? Smells of you and me. Wish I could bring it home to daddy like a trophy but guess that's not what you call smart."

SMACK!

"Stop hittin' me! Oh, no, love, can't fight me now. We both know you loved it! Bit my neck. Scratched my back... called me Spike at the end... real sexy like!"

"You're the worst kind of scum...!"

"Right. Which is why you let me bang you up against the wall there. More where that came from!"

"STAY away!"

"One kiss till tomorrow."

"Will you get over yourself? There is not going to be any... Mmmmmmm."

"Taste sweet. Give daddy some sugar. Come on... that's it! Still sensitive there, aren't you?"

Spike had her skirt up, moving his fingers up and down over slick folds.

Buffy tossed her head back and forth. It was TOO intense.

"Please... stop!"

"You can again. Don't fight it. You can. That's right. Hold still a minute, and it will feel so good. Soft here. Just a bit of girly fat still on ya... don't hit me! Mean it in a good way. Sweet fuck, you are."

"...This isn't happening!"

"That's right, darling." He kissed her, murmuring to her as his hands were gentle while his words got her back up. He was wearing nothing more than open black jeans and his boots. Pressed up against her.

An icy prince of death, with hands that warmed her.

She'd been so gutted since Angelus--

"...Was I not good?" She heard herself say those words again, and closed her eyes, suppressing tears.

When she came this time it almost was painful and she got weepy. She buried her face against his neck.

Her enemy. Her secret lover.

He smoothed her hair, holding her.

When she stopped trembling she yanked herself away from him.

"See you tomorrow night, then!" He called after her.

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Buffy had her mom drive her to the Bronze. She asked her to come get her afterwards.

"Sweety, what's up? Is it that boy Angel again? I wish you'd let me report him. He's obviously unbalanced."

"I just don't want to run into him. Yeah, of course I mean Angel. But don't worry, because I'll be with Willow. I'll be with Xander. And I won't leave the club. Oh, and Mr. Giles will be there too!"

"Mr. Giles goes to the Bronze? Buffy, that's a bit disturbing--"

"Thanks, Mom!" Kiss!

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"I knew you'd need more. I like a girl who craves it!"

"WHAT?" Buffy looked at Xan in shock, her eyes huge, and her face flushed.

"The flowering onion rings they just added to the menu? Hello?"

"Oh. Is that what these are? Uh. Willow and Oz ordered them, but then they wanted some alone time before he does his band thing."

"Yeah. Can't say I understand what she sees in that guy. I mean, letting a monster touch you... even Oz?"

"Right. Not like you'd know about that, huh?"

"Uh. Hey, it's Cordelia! Now there's a Man Eater!"

Buffy watched Xander go over to exchange barbs with the dark-haired beauty.

She stiffened when something tingled and she felt HIM.

"Those are bloody marvelous!"

"Get AWAY from me!"

Spike pouted. "You won't come out to play. Thought we could hit each other for a while until..." He leaned down and gave her an almost-kiss but she pulled away in shock.

"No KISSING! No coming near me! You are an evil vampire. You're supposed to fear me!"

"Fine. Then you don't care that there's a couple of vamps in the back having a feast of some lovelies right now..."

Buffy grabbed her purse, gave him a glare, and headed off to the back rooms.

Spike prowled behind her, head down, eyes fixed on her, coat belling out behind him.

When they got there, no one was around.

"I can't believe I fell for your lame trap!"

"Needed some alone time with my lady." Kiss.

"I am SO not...!"

"Think about you all the time. You know I ran that tee shirt over myself. Could smell you. Smell me."

"Oh my GOD, you used it to...?"

"No shame in it. Lying alone. Wishing you were on top of me. Never even seen your breasts. Show me now?"

"Let GO!"

"Make me!"

"Stop--"

He kissed her, cupping the fist she had cocked.

They slammed against the flimsy wall, denting it, kissing, kissing--

She pulled back, and he leaned his forehead against hers. They were both flushed, panting.

She could see his heavy erection and her insides tightened at the remembered thick feel of him. The hot, wet, wild and almost hurting friction. The names he'd called her. The bruise she'd given him.

"This is wrong. You do know that...?"

"'Course it is!" He took her hand and ran it over his erection, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as his eyelids fell and he purred, tamed to her touch.

Buffy didn't realize he'd let go, that she was actually petting Spike crotch until he unzipped himself and she saw he was...

"No!"

"No one will know. Need you."

"You're a killer!"

They were in a dusty little room. It had one window looking down at the dancers below. Buffy saw her friends...

Her life down there...

Spike hefted her onto a large crate. His hands pushed up her skirt. Ripped off her underwear.

"Wait!" She bent her head, not looking at him. "This... means something to you, right? I mean, you're evil, but--"

His hand found her, and spread her out, and began that lazy back and forth that made her legs fall open wider and her ass rise. She hummed a little.

"Sweet little pet slayer. All slick for daddy."

He guided himself to her and she arched her neck back at the heavy feel of him coming up from behind her like this.

The box began to creak and shake with his slow thrusting.

He was kissing her neck now and she opened her eyes to see--

Yellow eyes!

"Shhhhh. Let me have a taste."

"I shouldn't."

"But you will. Let me."

He bit her then, tender. The tiny wound flamed with sensation. Joining them as did his cock impaling her.

"Love the way you fuck my cock!"

"Spiiike--"

......

After she felt messy and... used and shattered.

Her hands were trembling as she tried to pull down her skirt but he wouldn't let her.

"Stop. This is the best part. The very best."

He reversed their positions so he was sitting on the crate and she was on top of him, cradled.

He kissed her tears.

"I can't be with you! Can't fall in love with you... My God!" She gave a little hiccup sob. "What would Giles say?"

He consoled her with his body, smoothing back her hair, and kissing her tears reverently.

She rested against him. Stayed with him.

"This does mean something to me. Yeah," he confessed softly.

The vampire held his slayer in secret as light from below danced across the ceiling.

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A/N This can be read as a one of, or I might bring the last part, called "Safe" over when it's reedited.

Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending,
to the bad day I'd gotten used to spending.
When you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake.


"Come out, then."

"I... can't."

"Sure you can. I need to see you, Buffy. You can't keep hiding in your house... sticking close to those little friends of yours. Can't keep me from you, can they?"

"Thanks, but I already had a vampire boyfriend, and hello, I slept with him and now he's evil!"

"No worries, love. I'm evil right and proper now. Oi! Don't shut the curtains, sweet heart. Come out on the roof and give your boy a kiss."

"You can't be serious!"

"Well, no, I thought we'd fuck--"

Buffy shut the drapes.

Spike started banging on her window.

From downstairs, "Buffy? What's that noise?"

"Sorry, mom! I was, uh, dancing!" Buffy rolled her eyes and shoved back the curtain, glaring at Spike.

He had his arms folded and was giving her a searing look from under his brows.

She opened the window. "GO away."

"Lemme in or I'll start banging again!"

"Fine. Go ahead and... and we'll call for help."

"Good: I'm peckish."

She covered her face. "OMG! You could at least try to pretend!"

He made to reach out to her but met the wall between her world and his.

"Don't shut me out, little slayer," he finally asked.

She saw he was dressed differently. His black tee was replaced by an electric blue shirt and he was wearing jewelry. It was weird he was wearing some and she wasn't, but she was wearing a baby doll with her wrap in soft mauve. She could tell the way he looked at her, he liked it.

He looked sort of like a peacock stuck in a thunderstorm: all prettied up and his feathers got rained on.

This was so wrong...

"Alright. Just tonight! I'll have Willow lock you out again tomorrow. Come in, Spike."

She waited at the threshold, hesitant. Spike hesitated too. He'd been all pushy and now his eyes were down as he made his way over the rim of her window and inside her bedroom.

"Can still smell him," Spike noted.

"Yeah, Angel used to come here when he was my--"

...

"Like what you're wearing."

"Thanks."

"Bloody...! Look, I think about you all the time now, right? Think about the way you squeeze my cock when you come... how you taste... how you SMELL. You have no idea how good you smell!"

Buffy started, feeling awkward, she was on the verge of starting her period. Could he...?

She backed away a little. "Uh."

He smirked and went over and laid a flat palm over her tummy. "Yeah, just starting your cycle. Want to fuck you so bad and lick your blood off my prick."

"I thought we'd talk!" Buffy smacked her forehead. "I'm dumb!"

"Hey, I thought a girl liked to be told what her guy found appealing?"

"Yeah, and the fact I'm on the verge of my period and it's turning you on? Is yuck."

Even as she spat venom at him...

Her head fell on his shoulder.

His hands tangled in her hair.

"I don't know if I can... here," she confessed in hushed voice. Her blue eyes were huge and shadowed.

"Why not?"

"Because... I don't know." She looked around helplessly.

Her body was throbbing with the need to feel him again: thick and slow moving. Saying those things to her that she knew she shouldn't want to hear.

He looked around. "You're still a little girl in here. Mommy's little girl and now the big bad is here and he wants to fuck you against your frilly pink pillows."

She gasped at the crude way he put it, but she couldn't deny how she felt.

Like he was her secret and here was her childhood.

"Want me to be your fantasy, then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's pretend I'm a family friend... been around you all your life."

"Oh! I don't know. That's sort of..."

"Bad? Incesty? Yeah, in real life it would be, but I'm your lover, Buffy." Spike ran his hand over her tummy again and it was oddly soothing. Like she was a little girl with a tummy ache and he was making her feel better.

"I know you're young. Probably too young for it. But now I've fucked you, I'll do anything to be in you again." He kissed her ear.

"So... you are a family friend?" She looked up at him as he stroked her, relaxing her, with his story and his body.

"Much older than you are: sort of a daddy figure. Only ever since you got old enough, you've been thinking about me." He nuzzled her neck, making her head fall back in surrender that was sweet and tender but also sizzling like her blood.

"Go on?"

"So, I'm having an affair with an older lady and you know it, but you want me. Bad. And one night, when everyone is asleep, you leave something on my bed. A way to finally have me, but keep it your little secret."

Spike pulled back and shoved off his duster. He unbuttoned his shirt while Buffy watched, mouth dry.

He unzipped his fly.

He looked around her room until he saw black hosiery she'd left on her dresser in a mess. As she watched him, aroused and weepy and vulnerable, he went over and picked it up.

Then without missing a beat, he lifted one long tube and used it over his eyes, blindfolding himself.

Buffy stood in shock. What was he doing?

"Would this make it safer for you?" he asked her in a dark whisper.

How did he always know what she needed?

"Yes," she whispered back.

He sprawled over her bed, shoving his jeans down so his penis stood tall in his hands as he stroked it.

Buffy hesitated to go near what was so graphic and adult, but Spike knew how to lure his pretty fish to him.

"So I'm waiting for my regular girlfriend, but she's a real bitch. Out fucking her old boyfriend," his voice had venom so she knew he was thinking of Dru and Angel. "And you have wanted me so long. This is the only time you think you can ever have me: if only you have the courage to come and take what you're wanting," his voice was dark and sleepy and hypnotic.

Buffy was at the edge of the bed.

She dropped her wrap.

Her hands on her cheeks covering her fiery blush.

He was so hard and unsubtle.

"Come ride daddy's cock, little girl," he whispered.

"Spike!"

"You were made to take cock, so sweet and soft. Come on, baby, I'm safe: won't hurt my little girl."

"Tell me more story?" she asked him for more of the soft fantasy, needing to lose herself.

Spike smiled. "You come in and you don't know if you can go through with it. Look at me, so male. Can you put that inside you? It's not like when you are lying in bed and your body is hurting, thinking about me. All slick and ready for the fuck that never happens."

Buffy climbed on the bed and sat next to Spike. He took her small hand in his and traced a delicate pattern over the back of it. It made her throat tighten, even as she felt herself flexing, thinking about how he would feel, parting her softness.

Taking her.

"But I'm so needy, Buffy. Touching myself, so you lean over and give me a kiss. Don't expect me to grab you and lift you over me--"

Spike lifted Buffy, his lean muscles bulging.

Her head fell back as he brought her down over him. One hand in her, to spread her, the other pushing her hips down.

She looked down and saw her curls and slickness and then his sex disappear inside her. He was so thick it felt... raw.

"Fuck me like a good little girl, Buffy."

He cupped her ass cheeks as she began to move on him for the first time. Always before she'd been so passive, letting him do her, but now she came out of her girlish shell enough to move up and down.

Her mouth formed an "O" at how big he felt.

"So, while I'm in you, I know who it is I'm fucking: my little friend. I lie back and pretend I don't know who you are, but I know I'll be after you from now on. Have to keep it a secret from your mother and all her friends, 'cause I'm so much older than you are and I shouldn't be screwing a sweet little girl."

"Oh, Spike!" He was playing with her open folds and thrusting inside her. He wet one big finger in his mouth and then she felt it trail behind her. Her eyes flew open when she felt it circle her other opening. "No..."

"Shhh, let daddy show you. Gonna fuck your little ass one day soon and you'll like it--"

His finger gently went inside to where she felt another pulse that beat along with the one he was playing with at the top of her sex. It began to hurt, just that way it did when she thought about him but wouldn't let herself touch where she needed friction. He made her hurt from wanting him inside her. Not even Angel had done that.

Why was it after they were together she felt happy, except for worrying that they'd be caught? She knew he was evil. Angel had had a soul, but Spike didn't seem to need one to make her feel things she shouldn't.

She was crying now from the intensity. Stuffed with him. He was in total control of her body and she wanted that. He moved her up and down, spread so wide, helpless and vulnerable and open.

"Buffy?" Her door knob moved and Buffy gasped, lying on top of her vampire boyfriend, close to coming, and her mother was at her door.

"Mom." Spike didn't stop what he was doing and her door wasn't even locked! "I need some private time," she managed.

"Okay, sweetie. I'm going to bed. It's a school night so I want to see your light out soon."

Spike pulled her close, kissing her, seemingly indifferent that her mother could walk in and find them!

"Make sure I turn it out after I've finished fuckin' your daughter, Mrs. Summers," he whispered in a high voice.

Buffy gasped on a shocked laugh. "That's horrible!"

He smiled. "Yeah."

His fingers found her and opened her up to more intensity. She hung over him now like a flower weighted down by heavy rain. "Spike..."

"That's my girl. Come now: no, don't struggle, pet, you can!"

"Uhhhhh!"

They came this time together.

...

After, she was limp and sleepy.

She sprawled over him.

He reached over for his blue shirt and cleaned them both up with it, but his rubbing of her femininity made her sensitive and he used the shirt to force her to climax again, rubbing it in slow circles over her sex until she begged him to give her release.

"I think your story was on the bad side," she told him as he caressed her hair.

"Lucky for you I'm not your step daddy or something, because I would fuck you," Spike told her.

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Finis