Title: Spun Gold and Hunter Green
Author: silly_bint
Prompt: #10 Voyeurism
Part One: Curiosity didn’t really kill the cat… Did it?


Spun gold met hunter green
Through dark images of torturous lovers
Spun gold melted the hunter green
Until it became seething jealous ivy
And the spun gold merely blue skies


She was meant to be patrolling. It was what Slayers did. They patrolled and they killed things.

End of Story.

But somehow none of that really registered as she walked away from the cemeteries and back into suburbia. Buffy knew it was her duty to be out there killing the newest minions and thus preoccupying herself with something besides the fate of Willow’s fish. It was the ‘right’ thing to do. She also knew with certainty that it was what Giles was expecting as he trundled himself off to bed. Her watcher didn’t believe that she could kill Angelus and was better off saving her strength. It was a common view, none of her friends thought that she could do it either. To be honest no one did.

Buffy glowered at the pavement below her feet as she slowly made her way along Crawford Street. She could try to deny it all she wanted but they all knew that she still loved him. The feelings simply didn’t turn off because his demon had made himself known and for that Buffy felt incredibly guilty.

Guilty enough to want to end the whole sordid affair tonight. Or at least that’s what she planned. Lately everything had been going to hell more than normal.

Gotta love the Hellmouth.

Xander had been the first with the accusations, saying that she must of known that this would happen. Her best friend seemed to think that being with a vampire instantly equaled death and destruction.

Hazel eyes had simply stared at him in shock before turning to look at her mentor. Sure the boy’s theory was looking pretty correct but did he really need to say that?

The reprimanding gaze of her Watcher had told her that indeed it was.

For a moment Buffy had thought that would be the end of it. Giles would figure out a plan of attack and her emotional turmoil could be relieved. Only it hadn’t. Between ireful gazes and condescending glares Willow was the only one who even whispered that it wasn’t her fault. Everyone else just continued on as before. The petite blonde had only been able to stay in the room for another minute after Cordelia’s outburst before her guilt forced her out into the school’s corridors. From there she had aimlessly wandered without purpose.

And it was all because of Angelus.

It was obvious that dealing with the now very dangerous vampire would only result in her dying, at the very least, but the petite slayer was beginning to realise that unless she faced him, her life wouldn’t be worth living. For three nights, vampires had been taunting her about Angelus’ infidelities even as they dusted. Where they were getting their information was obvious but still she didn’t want to believe it.

Not without proof.

Rationalizing going to the mansion had not been overly difficult, Buffy thinking that if she could just witness such betrayal, she would be able to finally banish any residual feelings of tenderness. She ignored the voice of reason which simply thought that she was going to get herself killed.

Listening to that voice was like talking to Giles.

Forcing herself to remain calm as the mansion came into sight Buffy considered her options. The safest one would be to move in the direction of Restfield Cemetery instead of the foreboding structure of concrete and forget this whole plan. The other…

Buffy raised her head boldly and began to silently move over the mansion’s grounds.

She had to know the truth.

The first sounds she heard were the normal scraping of chairs and raucous laughter. They filtered out into the night air unabashedly, conjuring images of a frat house party. It almost appeared normal except for the riot of shivers which rolled up and down Buffy’s back at the nearness of her prey. She may be here playing the role of a jealous spying ex girlfriend but her Slayer senses were still very much existent. The conversation was easy enough to make out, though as Buffy crept closer, she really wished that she couldn’t.

They were discussing her…

“Fifty bucks says that he kills her before the week’s over.” One snarling demon hurled the cash onto the table, odd notes flying everywhere.

Another snorted in contempt. “As if he could be bothered” he retorted. “Have you ever seen the Slayer? She’s all bones and blonde hair. Pure Valley Girl.”

“I love eating that type”, murmured one.

The most dominating vampire raised an eyebrow, his senses not picking up on the scent of Buffy as she moved closer to the wall. “You would.” His hands, gnarled and shadowy in the dark played with the edge of a dollar bill. “Angelus however has other tastes. Why shouldn’t he when Drusilla is hanging around?”

“He’s still going to kill her though… Isn’t he?”

Buffy held her breath as the other vampires stared at what was obviously the most dominate minion.

“Eventually he will. Right now all Angelus is interested in is Drusilla.” A growl of disgust sounded. “How he could ever abase himself with a revolting, breathing human is beyond me.”

A chorus of agreement instantly arose from the minions. Dru was obviously a favourite.

Clutching Mr. Pointy in one hand Buffy considered jumping over the wall and strangling at least one vampire with her hands. It wouldn’t take long before she could rip the head off and at least then she wouldn’t have to listen to Dru’s looney tune choir. It was bad enough reading about Spike’s eternal devotion for an entire century. She really didn’t need to know that everyone else loved the crazy ho bag also. Another heap of money fluttered into the air as again they began their betting. In the minions’ opinions she had at most a month to live.

If her luck kept running in the same fashion that it had, then they were being far too generous.

Bracing one hand on the wall, Buffy slowly began to move around the building, easily dispatching a guard as he leaned against the cold stone. The minion made a choking sound before dissolving into dust.

Buffy merely continued on.

The first window she came across was smudged completely in grease and dirt, making it impenetrable to the sun and her eyes. She lightly tapped a finger against it, shuddering when more laughter rang out. Ever since Angelus had returned the vampiric population had had a reason to celebrate. Buffy could only wonder how Spike was dealing with the change.

Interrogating minions during her patrols had only ever revealed Angelus as taking control, with no mention of Spike ever occurring. The odd feeling of kinship and empathy at first had surprised her but then, after much thinking during English, she realised that they were exactly the same. There was absolutely no reason she couldn’t identify with the bleached vampire after everything that happened. Both of them had lost their lovers and been rejected by their own kind. And both of them no longer had any options in how to fix the situation except for leaving, in his case, and in her’s, dusting the egotistical demon. Whilst Willow might still be able to look her in the eye, Buffy knew that her relationship with the other members of her group was irrevocably damaged. Add in the odd avoidance of anything related to Spike and you could call them twins. Or at least, people with similar circumstances, thought Buffy, remembering golden orbs and gleaming fangs. Maybe twin is too strong of a word.

She trudged on for several minutes longer, dusting as she went, until she found the telltale corner and scent of jasmine.

The protrusion of the mansion wall, coupled with the rough texture of the bricks was all she need for Buffy to realise that she was standing just outside of the courtyard. The odd lilting singing of one crazed vamp notified the frustrated Slayer of Drusilla’s presence; which also by default meant Angelus.

Almost like they are gift wrapped she thought sullenly. If only all evil adversaries were so easy to find.

Grasping the stake in her hand, Buffy stared up at the wall, knowing that just over the other side was the answer to all her worries and questions. Common sense told her that Angelus would be with the black haired ho bag, touching and loving her but the childish girl part of her still felt like it just might not be true. Climbing over that wall would mean seeing her first true love as he really was.

There was still a chance to turn back.

Screw it.

Facing the wall determinedly Buffy reached out one hand, wrenching on the thick vines which snaked along concrete and stone. Her first step nearly didn’t happen, the vines which covered thick brick not providing a strong enough hold. It took another three minutes of the Slayer resigning herself to completely scratching her expensive but fashionable designer shoes and newly painted nails before she reached halfway. The rest of the climb was spent cursing the Powers that be and Angelus alternatively.

Everyone else only got a passing mention.

When tired hands finally grasped the ledge, Buffy wanted to sigh in relief. It hadn’t been this hard to sneak in to a vampire’s home for a very long time. Was there something wrong with her?

Hazel eyes appeared anxious for a moment before dismissing the question. If Angelus had placed some magical enchantment over the mansion, it obviously wasn’t a very good one. She still had climbed over the wall without a rope or help from anyone else, thank you very much and no one had noticed.

Not even the twirling vampire which whirled around the courtyard.

Drusilla, pale as ever, was dressed in the usual Queen of the Damned attire, thick pieces of sheer white clothe covering her frame. It moved in the stillness of the night almost like a ball gown, fanning out in wide circles. She was beautiful, heavy thick ringlets of ebony hair falling just past her shoulders. However Buffy couldn’t help but be resentful. Drusilla had managed to snatch Angelus’ affections as well as keeping Spike’s. The big dirty ho.

The petite blonde also refused to recognise just why it was that she felt jealousy over Spike loving Dru.

That would have meant stepping out of the Nile. Not such a great decision when your whole life was spent living right next to it.

In an effort to distract herself Buffy’s eyes focused on the night blooming jasmine which had only recently opened their petals. In the cloying darkness they shone like white beacons, casting Dru and the courtyard in a less demonic glow. The cobblestone of the courtyard, odd and uneven in patches where time had not smoothed it, also gleamed unnaturally. Perhaps there was a spell covering the mansion.

Buffy forced her body lower, stretching along the surface in parallel to the dancing vampire. It was only a matter of time before Angelus appeared and then she would see whether all the rumors were true.

As if on cue Angelus entered, bare feet barely making a sound against the stone.

His shirt, a pale ashen grey, moved with the air, half unbuttoned and showing off every muscle. Tight black leather pants completed the ensemble, hugging his frame and allowing Buffy to glance once more at what had haunted her dreams. Part of her still loved him but seeing the smear of thick clotted blood alerted her to the reality of the situation.

He had been feeding.

Wanting to scoff at her stupidity for being surprised, Buffy slowly allowed her body to slip down the side of the wall and behind a marble statue. Angelus didn’t even notice the movement, reaching for Drusilla by the waist and then tugging her into his frame.

“The sun looks upon us this night.” Drusilla’s soft voice, haunting in its British nuances sounded out into the night air.

While Buffy cowered at the thought of being discovered, Angelus tsked in annoyance.

“For once Dru, please just shut up.” The tone came out with only a hint of anger but the female vampire trembled all the same. Her response was so instantaneous that Buffy couldn’t help but wonder whether she had been punished for speaking as such before. It made sense. Reading through the Watcher Diaries had shown the petite Slayer the exact nature of the demon. Angelus was irritable constantly, obsessive and most importantly cruel. There was nothing that he wouldn’t indulge himself in, particularly if the victim was a woman.

Buffy grimaced. Not even puppies had been safe. She was suddenly very glad that her mom had never agreed to the demands for a dog.

“She’s shining all over us.” Dru murmured quietly. “You may not want to listen to the pixies but I must. If I don’t speak, then the nasty sunshine will steal away Daddy and the prince.”

Angelus rolled his eyes, shifting into demonic visage. He wanted to rip the crazy whore’s head off but knew that it was a passing fancy. If he could just shut her up then they could call the boy out and have some real entertainment. Angelus wanted to have at least one proper bonding session before he dragged the Slayer’s corpse over cobbled stones. Beady yellow eyes surveyed the grounds surrounding them before Angelus placed his lips along the long dead artery. It was best to follow Spike’s actions when Drusilla kept talking. Whenever her so called ‘visions’ would come Spike would continue to ask questions until she had no more answers and only wanted ‘tea and cake’. Hopefully she would quiet if he responded properly, but if it did become an actual conversation Angelus could merely send her to her wayward childe. After a hundred years of utter madness, the boy was by far the best at soothing her.

“Who would you rather she have?”

Dru gasped as her sire bit into her throat, hands tugging his arms tighter around her waist. She loved her black knight but Daddy always came first, had always in her shell of a mind.

“Spike,” she whispered brokenly. “She could have Spike.” Even if she doesn’t deserve him.

Angelus snapped his head up at the mention of the errant child. Weren’t Dru’s words all rubbish? Products of a broken mind? The blood, thick and black dribbled down his chin as he considered the shuddering woman in his arms. She was a moving artwork that he had long cherished if only for the fact that Drusilla’s empty eyes paid testament to his abilities as a demon.

There was no way that she could be coherent enough to notice anything beyond him.

Tiring of the low moans that wept from Drusilla’s mouth, Angelus focused his attention to the lingering shadow by the doorway. Like a true childe the bleached vampire had come at the mere twinge of familial connections, not needing a proper beckoning. When the silver of the vampire’s hair reflected Angelus couldn’t help but ridicule the now crippled demon.

“There’s no need to lurk Wheels. We don’t mind if you interrupt.”

Spike’s snort of derision echoed in the courtyard. “As if I want anything to bloody well do with you lot. I’m just out here to get a little fresh air. The sodding mansion is worse than a coffin if you ask me.”

Angelus’ retort was scathing. “We didn’t.” The elder vampire released Drusilla slowly, letting her body pick up the slight weight as he turned to stare at Spike.
”Come here.”

Wide blue eyes, the colour of a summer storm flashed with gold for a moment as he regarded his sire and her lover. Their lover. “I bloody well will not. Come over here yourself.”

Angelus smiled at the open refusal. He had expected Spike to simply submit and let the punishment be easier on himself but this… fangs glimmered in the moonlight as his eyes roved over the other demon’s body. William would be crying for attention well and truly before the night was over if he had any say about it.

Instead of commanding him to come closer however, Angelus only shrugged. His grin of delight at Spike’s confused expression was hidden from the man as he tugged Drusilla against his chest. With only the two of them there, Angelus could play any game that he wanted. No one would ever know of it besides him and the cursed soul.

Or at least that’s what he thought.

Angelus’ normally strong senses had still not managed to pick up the scent of one terrified Slayer who peered from behind a statue of Aphrodite.

Buffy huddled closer to the cool marble, chest heaving as she struggled to hold back the tears which were certain to erupt. It had been a terrible mistake coming here. And now she was paying the price.

Hunter green eyes couldn’t help but watch as the dress Dru had worn before slowly fell onto stone, revealing a pale nude form. Hip bones caught what little light there was as Angelus’ hands rested just above the dark vampire’s crotch.

It was obvious what he planned.

Buffy noticed that rather than stay at the entrance Spike was slowly wheeling himself forward until he sat facing the statue she hid behind. Does he know that I’m here?

One hand pushing Drusilla’s face into Spike’s lap was all the answer that she needed.

Caught, Buffy found that she could not turn away from the scene which quickly evolved before her eyes. Disgust and shame warred with a terrible feeling of arousal as Spike’s red shirt was flung onto the back of his wheelchair and the zipper of his jeans pulled down.

Nor could she shield curious assessing eyes from the pleasure stricken face of Spike as Drusilla wrapped a sinuous hand around his already hard cock and began to pump.

Suddenly the woman screamed as Buffy’s attention turned to Angelus who’s leather jeans hung down around his knees. Thrusting into the vampire madly, her former lover’s hands scratched deep welts down her back, blood mingling with the thick strands of midnight colored hair.

Low growls were now pouring from Spike’s lips, blue eyes switching from blue to gold almost constantly. Dru’s hand still continued to slide over him, her thumb sweeping over the tip but slowly he began to move away, swinging his wheels until they directly faced the statue.

In a surreal moment hunter green eyes, shining with emotion met spun gold, Spike’s fangs now obvious as he pushed away Drusilla’s hand and began to pump if possible harder. He paid no attention to his sire’s cry of disappointment, focusing on the wide eyed expression of the Slayer as she watched him, the girl not knowing that with each sweep he imagined her instead.

IN the background he could hear Drusilla, screaming dead lungs as Angelus forced her to completion but it meant nothing. His family, twisted and more insane than before, didn’t even impede as a soft gasp escaped the Slayer’s pink lips.

She was enjoying it.

Spike growled, lips parting slightly as he finally came. Rather than lick up the spendings or even touch him Drusilla merely cooed in delight before brushing a kiss against Angelus’ now bare chest, a pleased expression obvious in hooded eyes.

“That’s my wicked boy” she said softly. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint her.” One hand grasped hold of Angelus’ as the two male demons locked gazes. “The sunshine needs to know that you’re still a bad dog. Made to bash and smash. Not being able to dance doesn’t mean you can’t move.”

“Silence Dru” barked Angelus. “You’ve done more than enough tonight alone.” He wasn't happy at all with Spike's actions. Never before had the vampire refused to be part of their couplings. For a creature, intent on murder and torture, this strange dissidence was horrifying.

Why would Spike refuse them?

It has to be Dru's fault. Spreading lies in the boy's head.

“Have I? Mummy’s only trying to keep Powers happy.” The vampire turned her pale back to Spike and licked a path up to Angelus’ throat. “Let’s go inside” she whispered. “There’s still plenty of dirty delicious things that we can do before sunrise and I want tea.”

Angelus fixed Spike with a final glare and then nodded grudgingly. There was something off about tonight’s events. Almost as if there had been someone else in the courtyard with them. But that was a foolish idea. The witch had said that the charm would bar anything that tried to enter the mansion that was pure. If Buffy was around he would’ve had to know about it.

Deciding that he needed a victim and maybe even the lash, Angelus walked back into the dark recesses of the mansion, Drusilla following behind like a dog.

The slamming of the doors made Buffy sigh in relief, limbs stuck in an odd feeling of paralysis.

She didn’t even realise as Spike fixed his zipper that the lean blonde vampire had seen her.

Nor that she would soon be discovered…

Part Two: What Comes of Plans Poorly Made
Prompt Four: Blow job

Minutes passed after Dru and Angel’s departure but still she couldn’t move. The scene she had just witnessed had been incredibly graphic and raw, frightening her previous rosy view of Angel into another spectrum. There had been nothing to prepare for it.

The only thing worse than having witnessed such a display was the knowledge that, for a moment she was sure that Spike had noticed her presence. But then wouldn’t he have alerted the other two? Buffy wasn’t so stupid as to think that Spike would show any goodwill to her. It had been Buffy’s fault that he was stuck in the wheelchair at all.

Numbly, her hands wiped at her eyes as though to erase the image of Angelus plowing into Drusilla as she kissed Spike, from her mind. This wasn’t what she had expected at all. Hating herself as she slowly turned to the wall, Buffy let out a deep sigh, unconsciously forgetting the very real presence of Spike.

“I was waiting for you to make your move.”

Buffy froze, biting her lip as the Cockney accent filled the courtyard.

She should never have come here.

“How so?” she asked quietly. One hand grasped the thigh of the statue as she peered back around it.

Spike arched an eyebrow and tilted his head to better watch the young chit who was foolish enough to be spying on his grandsire. “I could hear you the entire bleeding time that those two were at it. ‘M surprised that Drusilla didn’t just yank you out of the corner ‘n ask you to join in.”

A gasp of shock from raspberry glossed lips caused Spike to smirk. Knew the bint wouldn’t like to hear that.

“Now come out from your sodding hiding spot before I call all the minions out here.”

Buffy grimaced. “You wouldn’t.”

Spike wheeled his seat to a better position. He could understand now why the poof had called the Slayer stubborn. The bleached vampire felt like he was trying to entice a kitten. “You really shouldn’t forget that I’m evil luv.”

“You’re not that evil,” retorted Buffy, not fully hiding her smile. She moved completely out of the shadow of the statue, hands affixed on her hips.

“Maybe not, but it still doesn’t mean that you’re safe.”

Buffy lifted her hand until Mr. Pointy caught some of the moonlight. There was no need to say anything.

In understanding Spike raised his hands, belt buckle still lying in disarray over his once more bulging lap.

Best to change the bleeding subject.

“So I guess you caught a good peep show then?”

Buffy blushed in response, a half hearted “I didn’t want to”, reaching his ears. So the chit’s still acting all virginal then… I could use this.

“But you didn’t move away nor close your eyes…” Spike tilted his head, watching the way the Slayer’s smile bloomed further. She was enjoying his teasing just as much as he was. “If I didn’t know better I’d say that you liked it.”

“Well you do know better.” Retorted Buffy hotly, pert button nose sticking upwards in disdain. “How could I enjoy watching my former boyfriend mess around with that undead ho? I’d have to be crazier than her.”

“Oi! Watch what you say about Dru, she’s not right in the head.”

Buffy rolled her eyes as if to say ‘duh’ before leaning back against the statue. Spike was an idiot if he still wanted the vampire after she did that. It was stupid to pine for the insane brunette and was quite obviously unrequited. Kind of like you and Angelus.

“You think so?” she retorted sarcastically. Mr. Pointy hung limply in her hands as she assessed him. The red shirt which he had worn when first entering the courtyard still hung off the back of the chair though he made no move to put it back on. The remaining tight black shirt, ripped on one side of an over zealous Drusilla stretched against his muscles, outlining the hard muscles. A streak of lust shot through her even as she remembered why the vampire was in such a state. He just participated in a threesome Buffy. How inappropriate can you get? STOP LUSTING OVER SPIKE!

“I know so” said Spike gruffly. It stung to hear the chit talk about Drusilla like that even if what the bint said was true. No one besides he and Angelus had ever been allowed to criticize the tortured vampire and even then Spike felt like he had more right. It was he after all that had spent a century nursing the dark beauty with no chance of recovery. The demon inside him was still raging over Dru’s instant betrayal. He knew that the bleeding poofter was Daddy but the old sod wasn’t that attractive. Part of the bleached vampire wondered whether Dru had ever felt any loyalty to him. But then now was not the time.

If he played his cards right Spike could be enjoying the hot little tongue of grand poof’s obsession. An eye for a bleeding eye, as the Jews said.

Intent on getting his plan into action Spike crooked one lean finger at the now scowling Slayer.

”Come here” he purred.

“Why should I?” Hunter green eyes flared at the blatant sexuality Spike exuded. “You just want to use me.”

Muscled shoulders shrugged in apathy. “No more than any mortal man would. But I know that if I did touch you kitten, no heart thumping ponce would ever be able to compare. Plus there’s the whole benefit of getting one over on Peaches.”

She raised one eyebrow as though revenge did not really appeal. The lying chit. “How about I’ll scream bloody murder unless you walk that pert little arse over here?”

Buffy took a step forward, hair tumbling down as she released the tight ponytail she had wrapped it in earlier. “Who says that I couldn’t kill you first?”

Spike tilted his head, evaluating her body which was covered in a short skirt and black top. “If you do what I suggest then you’ll never point a stake my way again. Trust me Slayer, this is not something that you should dust.” Spike’s hand traveled down the seam of his jeans as he spoke, voice heavy with amusement and lust.

“You’re awful sure of yourself.” Eyes flowed down his chest until they halted at the bulge in his jeans. “How can I be positive that it’s just not your big ego?”

“Besides already seeing the package?” Spike smirked, tongue curling behind his teeth. “I guess you’ll have to be brave and have a peek. I’m sure that you’ll find the ego is based largely on fact.” The bleached vampire leaned forward as Buffy came within reach, holding her hand lightly. Amusement shone in his eyes as they met hers, Spike pulling her closer still. “Care to take a closer look pet?”

The nervous gulp of Buffy was all Spike needed before he roughly pulled her into his lap, settling the girl directly over his denim clad cock.

Buffy gasped as his hands settled on the small of her back. “You do know that I could see fine from over there” she said quietly. I can’t believe that I’m sitting in Spike’s lap!

“Yeah, but you know what they say about seeing luv.”

Buffy looked at him quizzically, blonde locks falling over her eyes. “That it’s the same as believing?”

Spike chuckled. “Close but not completely correct kitten.” One hand began to slowly travel underneath her top, the heat of her skin making Spike shudder. Buffy’s heat felt like it was burning into him, scorching the areas where Slayer flesh met his. “I’ve always heard that touching is far better than seeing.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “You would.”

“And what that’s supposed to mean?”

“Well you are a vampire” responded Buffy slowly as though talking to a small child. “It makes sense for you to be all seductive and touchy-feely.”

Spike grinned as two of his fingers undid the tricky clasp to her bra. “I could go straight to the biting if you want.”

Buffy pulled Mr. Pointy out, letting the wood lie right between them. “I don’t and you still wouldn’t even if I asked very nicely.” She giggled at the suggestive brow Spike raised. “I don’t belong to you. There’s no need to mark that territory.” The Slayer’s eyes became down cast as she muttered, “and besides you still want Dru.”

“And you the poofter.”

Buffy didn’t look at him. It was clear by the erratic pulse which thundered in his ears. She was still love’s bitch just as he was.

Got to give the girl some credit.

Spike raised her chin lightly, the thumb stroking along her jaw. “I won’t throw stones as long as you don’t luv, but you already know the score.”

“We get dirty and then go our respective ways?”

“Right. ‘Cause I love my dark princess and your pals will eventually find a way to bring soul boy back.” Spike’s voice faltered at the end, realising that he was trying to convince himself as much he was her. This is getting out of hand.

“I know” she responded softly. Her hands were pulling at the bottom of his shirt now, forcing him to raise his own arms and take it off. “But it won’t be the same.”

“Never is.”

Buffy licked along the dead artery which ran like a vine down his neck, eliciting a small growl. “How do you get past that?”

Spike shrugged, nudging her back so he could pull her own shirt off. Instantly two rose bud breasts greeted him, the vampire casting her bra aside with barely a glance.

“Spike?”

Gold orbs looked up at her, betraying the presence of the demon unabashedly. “I don’t know pet. Dru’s never loved me so it’s also been one sided. When she’s gone to the bed of another I’d simply go n’ rip a few heads off.”

”You didn’t talk?”

Spike scoffed as he nuzzled one globe, the tips hardening under his ministrations. “Have you ever been around Dru for long Buffy?” His voice came out hard and rough as he regarded the now very aroused woman who sat enticingly on his lap. “Talking to Dru is like trying to communicate with a blind man using sign language. She doesn’t understand why it’s wrong and she doesn’t-

“Care” said Buffy finishing off his sentence. It was insane for her to be doing any of this, yet she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of empathy.

And that’s when she decided.

Placing a light kiss to Spike’s ridged brow Buffy slid down onto her knees before the vampire.

“Buffy, luv what exactly are you doing?”

“Making you my first.” One trembling hand latched onto the zipper, dragging it down and releasing his thick cock.”

“Sweets I know about the poofter and I don’t-“ Hips he thought dead jerked upwards as Buffy’s hot tight mouth encircled the head of his cock. “Bloody buggering hell!”

Buffy released him, three fingers curling around velvet soft skin and slowly stroking. “Try to keep quiet” she whispered, a grin letting the bleached vampire know that she had every intention of making him scream before she was done.

Buffy only received a vigorous nod in response.

Hunter green eyes wandered back down the thick length of Spike’s cock, wondering how she could ever manage to fit all of him inside. There had to be at least eight inches.

Summoning her strength, Buffy traced the bulging vein which flowed over the skin with her tongue. He tasted primarily of salt and the tang of cigarette smoke making her nibble on one side. In the background she could hear Spike’s quiet whimper.

Where Angel had only settled on going through with the act, there had never been any mention before or during of other activities. It seemed that the soulful vampire had been intent on keeping her as virginal as possible without missing out on the more obvious benefits. Spike however was completely different.
As she lightly scraped her teeth over the belled head she could feel lean hands full of power, fist in her hair, gently guiding her mouth further over his length.

Feeling the cold bite of the stone against her knees Buffy leaned forward, hands grasping hold of Levi covered thighs. She’d heard rumors and whispers of the way it was supposed to be done, mainly from Cordelia, but the girl wished that she had remembered them more clearly. Something in her didn’t want to disappoint the mortal enemy which right now was urging her deeper still.

As if he’s unhappy with the performance.

Buffy withdrew her mouth, blowing lightly before she once more took all that she could. It was a struggle to relax her throat muscles but after three shallow tries she managed. The eager grasping of her hair was enough evidence that Spike was more than satisfied.

Feeling another shiver flow down his legs Buffy swallowed convulsively, his cock stretching if possible to a larger size. She hummed at the sensation when she heard a guttural moan tear from Spike’s mouth.

“Buffy, I’m gonna cum if you don’t.” The bleached vampire stared in a daze as the Slayer, killer of his kind, nodded happily before continuing.

This was insane. He shouldn’t be doing this. The girl deserved better than the likes of him, she… she… She’s absolutely bleeding gorgeous.

Once more Spike tried to warn her. “Buffy…”

Buffy only tightened her suction.

With a roar muffled only by his hand, Spike let loose, streams of heavy cum sliding down into the Slayer’s throat.

Buffy’s throat.

He could only watch through glazed eyes as an incredibly skilled tongue swept over pink lips before revealing perfect white teeth.

I’m so buggered.

Panting unneeded air it took several minutes for Spike to fully compose himself, and that was only forced because of the solemn look which had settled on the Slayer’s features.

She was leaving…

Hoping perhaps to halt her departure, Spike reached forward cradling her small body to his chest and cursing the legs which remained still.

“Buffy” he said softly.

“I know. I have to go.” Small hands which just moments before had brought him to ecstasy unwound his tight grip. Somehow the action seemed painful. He hadn’t expected for there to be any emotion attached to tonight’s events. It was a dirty secret, done purely for the sake of lust and mattering of the least.

But then why did it hurt so much when he thought of not touching her longer?

Only slightly hiding the desperation in his voice, Spike again tangled his fingers in golden locks of hair. “Luv, that’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you meant” she retorted. “If he catches me here-“

“We’re both buggered.”

Buffy stared down at him, brushing a kiss against one pale cheekbone as she marveled at the contradictions Spike encased. There was no one else like him. “Precisely” she whispered gently. “After all this was only to keep you quiet.”

Spike grinned. “Don’t know how well you did at that pet. Bloody well came close to screaming my lungs out.”

“At least you don’t need them.”

The two shared a smile.

“I want you to stay”, he mumbled. “You have no idea how much I bloody well want you to.”

“What about Drusilla?” A sharp edge tinged Buffy’s voice as she asked the question. There was no use denying the jealousy which coiled inside.

“It’s still the same as you and Peaches luv.” One hand reached for her neck, the pads of his fingers grazing over a ring that Peaches would have given her. “Until the poofter is dust, there are no clear choices.”

Buffy nodded her head, moving her body closer one last time, until her hot breath touched his skin. “You’re right” she muttered, in between soft kisses that were devoid of malice. “But I don’t like it.”

“Nor do I pet.” Spike crushed her against him, forcing her mouth to open as his tongue swept inside. He could taste himself on her, heavy and potent with the reality of their deed. Despite this he ignored it, biting against her full bottom lip until she finally pulled away.

Seeing the spilt blood which dribbled down torn lips, Spike could only stare as the Slayer licked the remains away with her tongue, before leaping over the courtyard wall.

His eyes, golden with the demon only melted when her scent truly disappeared, Spike knowing instantly that this would not be the last time they would meet.

The Slayer would come back.

fin.