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A/N: Ok this chapter was a little bit longer than the others to make up for the cliffhanger. Its also to make up for the fact that I probably won’t be able to update again for a while. On Thursday I have to return to the ‘Chocolate City’ (stupid Mayor Nagin) and I have to be there for a week and a half.
So no more updates probably until at least two weeks.
Sorry.
However, let me know what you think and I’ll try to work on it while I’m there so I can post ASAP. For those of you waiting on Life Eternal, I’m going to try and get that updated before I leave, too. As always, I make no promises.

Before I forget, thank you to whoever nominated Closure at the Fang Fetish Awards. I am so excited about that.

Kyra
Chapter 10: Feeding the Hunger

“Mmm good.” Buffy’s voice was muffled due to the large mouthful she currently was trying to chew.

“Did you want me to go ahead and catch a couple more, then?” Solum asked her.

“Mmpf!!” She tried, but there was still too much food in there to be understood clearly, so she settled for nodding frantically.

She glared at the smirk on Spike’s face when he tried to hand her a bowl of water.

She drank some water and swallowed down another large section of food, enough to be able to communicate at least. “Yes, please.” She managed to get out, but then started coughing and choking.

Spike burst out laughing then ducked down as she threw a fish tail at him.

“Easy Slayer, we’ll go catch some more fish for you.” He stood up and followed the other male, still laughing at how adorable she was, even with her cheeks packed with food.

“Your little lady has quite the appetite, don’ she?” Solum commented.

“You’d be surprised.” Spike said, then it hit him what he had agreed with. “But she’s not my lady. She’s not MY anything.”

“Really. Shoot, I wish I had a woman like that, with no strings attached. That would be like a childhood dream come true.”

“Nah, mate. It’s not like that at all. We’re actually mortal enemies.”

“Enemies? I take it you’re going with the whole concept of ‘keeping your enemies closer’.”

“We just agreed to a truce until we can get out of here. Then we will go back to our normal behavior of trying to kill each other.”

Solum just gave him a very confused look, but didn’t say anything else as they entered the cavern with the large underwater pool that held that fed the streams where the fish lived.

Spike and Buffy had been very pleasantly surprised by Solum’s makeshift home under the ground.

They had followed him through several dark and winding tunnels, unlike the Garden itself, the only source of light had been from the torch he carried. The roar of water, unseen surrounded them.

“Is that the water that feeds the day-glo moss?” Spike had to shouted over the water.

“Yeah. That was the trickiest part, you know? That moss likes its moisture, but it hates water. So I had to figure out a way to keep it happy. Rocks I understand, plants are like a whole other species. Know what I mean?”

“Yeah, plants and rocks are a bit different.” Spike shot an amused look at Buffy, who fought to hide her grin.

“Well, here’s the front door.” Solum had said, stopping in front of a solid rock wall. He offered Buffy the torch. “Can you hold this darlin'?” After she took it he put his arms up to push it aside. “I guess it’s actually more like a back door.” He began pushing and they could see light through the widening crack he created. Then he stopped again. “Or more like a side door even.” He looked over at them and seemed to realize they didn’t care which it was. “Oh sorry.” He moved the rock out of the way and stepped through the lighted doorway, leaving them to follow.

Since it was so narrow, Buffy slipped through first, still carrying the torch.

“Spike!!” She yelled. “It’s a way out.”

Spike followed quickly, but stopped short when he saw what her excitement was about.

They were in a large cavern about three hundred yards across. In the center was a large underwater lake that took up almost half of the space. High above the lake, about one hundred and fifty feet was a large skylight in the ceiling of the cavern.

“I don’t think so, Slayer.” Spike told her.

“What are you talking about?” She demanded. “Look!! I can see sunlight and clouds and all we have to do is climb up to it.”

Spike shook his head. Yeah, it would be simple if you didn’t mind crawling upside down across the ceiling about a hundred feet. He grabbed her arm. “Buffy.” The use of her name caught her attention. “Neither one of us is up for a climb right now. Let’s talk about this after we get some food in you.”

Buffy looked up longingly at the sunlight again, but this time she seemed to notice how difficult it would be.

“Ok. She said, disappointment evident in her voice.

“We’re not giving up, here.”

“I know.” She said forcing a smile.

Her stomach growled loudly.

“Let me give ya’ll the tour, then I’ll catch us some lunch.” Solum said.

Across from the area they entered was a cavern Solum used for his main living quarters. He had set it up quite nice. There was even furniture and a bed made out of a leopard hide.

Spike asked how he managed to find wood and animal skins down here, which led Solum to show them the net. It was spread out across the stream that flowed out of the lake and deeper into the tunnels to feed the moss. In that he caught animals, trees, driftwood, leaves.

He then showed a small alcove that had a large geothermic pool in it.

“I can take me a bath in there and dry out my find over here on this vent.” He said, pointing to where a large pocket of steam rose towards the ceiling. “I also can dry out my drawers.”

“Your what?” Buffy asked.

“He means his pants, pet.” Spike told her.

Buffy gave him a disbelieving look.

“His pants?”

“Yep, I hate wearing wet britches, gotta dry ‘em somehow.”

“Of course, they’re your pants.” Buffy said. “Um, I don’t mean to be a pain, but could we get to the eating part soon. Please?”

“Sure thing, darling. We’ll head over to my little place and you can wait there while I catch us some grub.”

And now here Spike was trying to catch more fish for Buffy so she could build up her strength and Solum seemed to think they were a couple or something.

“I mean I have someone in my life.” Spike continued on even though Solum hadn’t said anything else. “Someone I’ve been with for over a century. You don’t just throw away a commitment like that.” Solum raised an eyebrow at him.

“Granted, Drusilla is pretty ticked off right now because of the last truce I had with the Slayer, but she’ll get over it.” Again Solum said nothing, this time he didn’t even look up, just watched the water where put his line in.

After a few minutes of silence Spike spoke up again. “She dropped an organ on me once. Put me in a wheel chair for months, she did.” His voice gathered more emotion, it became very decisive. “Actually, I hate her. It taking all of my energy NOT to kill her.” Spike saw Solum begin to pull on the line because he had a bite, but Spike just continued on. “Sure I respect her as a fighter. I mean I haven’t been able to kill her yet and I’ve killed two Slayers in my time. That says something about her skill. But still I hate her. I do. Once we’re out of this place I’m going to kill her once and for all.”

“As long as you’re certain.” It was almost a surprise when Solum spoke up, Spike had forgotten him. “Ya think this is enough fish?” He asked holding up another cluster.

“Uh, yeah.” Spike said, wondering when he had time to catch all of those.

“All righty, then. Lets head back to your mortal enemy.”

“Right.” Spike said with a growl, glad he reminded him of his anger. He turned to follow him, but then stopped. “Do you have another water container? She’ll probably need more to drink.”

Spike didn’t understand the smirk on Solum’s face as he took the carved wooden bowl from him.


It was with a full belly, Buffy woke from her nap. She could tell from the now dim light above the sun was about to set. She saw no sign of Spike or Solum, but she vaguely remembered them talking about using some of his finds to make them more comfortable.

After she had eaten Buffy had lay her head back against the wall she was sitting against. Even though it was cold and damp it didn’t counteract her fatigue. For the first time, in a long time she felt almost content. She had food in her stomach and the fear and worry that had been her constant companion for the past few days had disappeared for the moment. She tried to follow the conversation going on around her, but her eyes had closed of their own volition.

The last thing she remembered before her eyes closed was Solum saying that there was only one other alcove along the main cavern so they would have to share. Then he got a strange smile on his round face and said he didn’t imagine they would mind sharing.

Buffy hadn’t had the energy to question that statement at the time, but now she wondered about it.

Did Spike tell him something about her? Did he tell him something about the two of them?

Did he tell that…that… what was Solum anyway?

She shook her head. Spike had better not have told him about their kiss.

Then again that didn’t seem like something he would do. She remembered her dream. The sight of William’s eyes as he pleaded with that horrible woman to give him a chance, the love and adoration he obviously held for her. The same look he gave Drusilla now.

That wasn’t someone who would play with her like that. Sure, he would try to kill the first chance he got, but playing games like that just didn’t seem his style.

No that was much more like Angelus.

She shook her head again, trying to rid herself of the treacherous thoughts about her boyfriend and her soft feeling towards Spike. He would kill her as soon as they were out of here. This was just another one of their truces.

(When did that become so acceptable to her mind?)

The only reason that the kiss happened between them was because they were fighting to survive and that desperation led to the intense feelings and THAT led to the kiss. She had seen enough soap operas to know that plot. She also knew from the soaps, that it never worked out after they got back to civilization. The characters were usually just trying to cling to something familiar.

(So why did his kiss affect her more than sex with Angel?)

Now she needed to stop worrying about this silly stuff.

She should go find the guys and help them. Although she didn’t know if she should consider Solum a guy.

Why didn’t Spike wake her? She wondered as she stood up and stretched. Her muscles were still tight and sore, but she did feel better. Her injuries weren’t nearly as painful as before.

Spike had to be in worse shape than she was. He hadn’t slept in days probably, plus he was injured, plus he had been paralyzed only a few hours ago.

The stupid vampire should have woken her up.

When she didn’t see either of them in the main cavern, she headed to the bathing room, thinking she would find them there, but when she arrived there were two torches on the wall and no sign of them.

She turned to look at the steaming pool and found herself drawn there automatically. She knelt down and ran her hand in the water.

It was definitely warm, bordering on hot, but not uncomfortable so. It would be so nice against all of her sore muscles.

She looked down at the now filthy and torn shirts she had one. These were almost as bad as what she had arrived in. She was surprised Spike hadn’t mentioned the smell again. Even she could smell herself.

A bath would easily get rid of the smell and getting rid of the smell would probably help Spike sleep. She owed it to both of them to get a bath.

Having made up her mind, Buffy allowed herself to slip into the water; a sigh of bliss escaped her lips at the feeling of the water on her sore body. She sank down to her shoulders and tilted her head back allowing her neck to feel some of the soothing heat.

This was so nice. She could stay here forever.

She noticed all of the dirt floating away, coming mainly off the shirts that now clung heavily to her. She looked at the entrance to the cavern doubtfully for several moments. She listened for any noise coming from the main area, but heard nothing. After debating with herself for several more minutes, she finally decided to get truly clean she would have to take off the shirt, they needed to be wrung out to get all of the dirt out of them and she couldn’t do that with them on. Besides, she would be able to hear Spike if they came her way and she could easily throw her clothes back on then.

The water felt even better on her naked skin. She smiled to herself then pushed farther out into the water. It wasn’t a large pool only about twelve feet across at the widest point, but it was still large enough for her to spread out and float across on her back. She had a shirt in each hand as she floated, using them almost like flippers to move through the water.

By the time she reached the other side the tension melting away made her almost giddy. She couldn’t help but giggle a little at how good she felt, and then quickly did a series of back flips pleased when a delightful number of pops ran down her spinal column.

When she finally stopped she realized she still held the shirts in her hands and they still needed to be cleaned. She started agitating them in the water, with much zeal. Soon she was jumping around dancing and splashing in the water.

She was so caught up in having fun she never noticed Spike’s approach.


Solum had been starting to get weary so Spike told him to go ahead and get some sleep. He would finish setting up their space and then go quietly move Buffy when he was done, certain she wouldn’t wake again before morning.

He was currently headed back to the bathing room with his hands full of sticks, which he was going to dry then use as a frame for two small beds for them. He had enough supplies that if he were going to make one bed, it would almost be comfortable, but for two beds it would be a little bit better than the stone floor.

He just came to the entrance of the room that held the warm pool when he saw her.

She was bouncing up and down singing to herself and spinning his shirts around her in the water.

And she was naked.

He dropped the sticks he had been carrying and for several long moments he just stood there with his mouth hanging open. Her watched her breasts as they bounced up and down with her movements; droplets of water ran down them enticingly only to drip off of her nipples.

He watched as she stopped bouncing and flipped backwards in the water giving him a glimpse of the dark hair at the apex of her thighs.

‘Well, well, looks like someone isn’t a natural blonde.’ He thought to himself. That thought seemed to get him over his shock. He quickly picked up the sticks he dropped and ducked back around the entrance so she couldn’t see him. Once there he tried to get control of himself. His pants were so tight against his crotch it was almost uncomfortable and he used one hand to adjust himself trying to get a bit of room.

He debated for a moment of just walking away and coming back when she was finished, give her the privacy to enjoy her bath.

Then the evil part of his brain jumped in. Tormenting her was way too big of a temptation for him to pass up. Not too mention the fact that he may get a closer look at some of those goodies he just saw bouncing around in front of him.

Mind made up, he hoisted the sticks up onto his shoulder and ducked his head. He again headed for the entrance to the bathing room only this time he started whistling loud enough to announce his presence.

He made it about five feet in, keeping his head down and his eyes averted from the pool when she noticed him. The splashing sounds came to an abrupt halt and he heard a shocked gasp then.

“Spike!!” He looked over and couldn’t help but smirk when he saw her now ducked down in the water, making it difficult for him to see anything but the bright red of her skin as she blushed in embarrassment at being caught in the buff.

“Well hello there Slayer. Decide to freshen up a bit?” He asked her, barely managing to keep any sort of innuendo out of his voice. If anything her blush deepened.

“Yes.” She said, trying not to meet his eyes.

“You should probably wash out those shirts too. They were getting to be a bit ripe, you know.”

“I already did.” She said.

Spike laid the sticks on the vent to dry and turned back to Buffy. “You want me to put them up here to dry? That way you don’t have to put on wet clothes and go back into the damp cave. We don’t want you to catch your death no do we.”

Buffy was so caught up in her embarrassment she didn’t even notice the teasing in his voice.

“Um, I don’t think, that is, um, I don’t know if that’s…”

“It will only take about five minutes. Sol says if you leave clothes on there for longer than that they burn up and we don’t want that do we?” Spike went and stood at the edge of the pool, but still couldn’t see anything very clearly since she was ducked down in the water.

“Come on, throw them here, I’ll see about getting them dry for you.” With a nervous glance at his face before she ducked her head again, she threw the wet heavy shirts in his direction and they managed to land only three feet from the edge, too far for him to reach.

He gave her what he hoped was an admonishing look, not a predatory one. “Now you are going to have to push them the rest of the way over. I swear Slayer, are you trying to be difficult here?”

“No.” She swam closer to him and pushed the shirts almost to the edge. She didn’t notice him hungrily looking at her rear when she did this. “There you go.”

Spike bent down and picked up the shirts. He took them over and carefully laid them on the sticks lying across the vent.

He glanced behind him to where Buffy was still almost submerged in the water and decided to see how far he could take this torment. He hid a grin as he headed back over towards the pool.

“There you go Slayer, just five minutes or so and you’ll be all taken care of.” He told her, and then began to unbutton his pants. It was the sound of him lowering his zipper that caught her attention. She looked up and saw what he was doing and gasped.

“Wha-what are you doing?” She turned around in the water so her back was to him.

“What does it look I’m doing?” He asked, unable to keep the smile from his face. “I’d like to get clean too, ya know.”

“But I’m in here.” She protested uselessly

“I can see that.” He answered, sliding his pants down over his hips. He noticed her head darted to the side and out of the corner of her eye she could see he was indeed taking his pants off. She turned the whole way around again.

“So don’t you want to wait until I’m done?”

“Why would I do that? Do you have a problem with me sharing the pool? Its more than big enough for the both of us.”

“I’m naked.” Buffy answered desperately.

“Really? So am I.” Spike kicked his pants off and began to step in the pool. The hot water didn’t affect him as it did her, but it did soothe his tired and aching muscles. And he gave a little ‘mmm’ as he sank down into the water.

“I think its safe to turn around now Slayer, I’m all hidden in the water.” He told her, but she still didn’t turn around.

“What is it you are afraid of, luv?” He couldn’t resist taunting her further. “Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself if you get a peak at my naked goodies?”

”No, that is not what I’m…” Buffy started to protest, turning around angrily. Her complaint dropped off when she took in the sight of him standing before her naked, on in the water up to his hips, his abdomen on display for her view. Buffy tried to regain her thought. “I’m not at all tempted by your washboard stomach.” He didn’t think it was possible for her to turn even brighter red than she already was, but she did.

“I mean…”

Spike chuckled slowly and advanced on her. “I think I know what you mean, pet.” He told her quietly. “I think I know exactly what you mean.”

“Spike.” She breathed, and then held her hand out to stop him about a half foot from her. “Stop.”

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.”

He was close enough now that he could see her clearly under the moving water. Despite her protestations her nipples were as hard as small pebbles under the water and he knew that she couldn’t blame that on being cold.

He was still hard from when he had first entered the cavern, but now this close to her it was becoming almost painful, especially with her hand splayed across his chest the way it was.

“Buffy.” He whispered, almost as if he shouted at her, her eyes snapped immediately to his. He could see they were dark with passion and the force of it made him swallow thickly. He could feel the desire rushing through his own body. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and crush her to him. He remembered his daydream from before of pounding into her while drinking down her essence. He took a shaky breath as he tried to calm himself down.

Buffy couldn’t make herself turn away. She knew this was Spike, she knew he was probably only messing with her, but yet she felt herself drawn to him in the worst way. She could feel her blood pounding through her body and it seemed to be pooling in between her legs.

Yet even while she was drawn to him, common sense was making her want to pull away and she felt trapped in the magnetic push and pull, unable to move in either direction, trapped there staring into his eyes, wanting him to touch her as much as she dreaded it.

He brought one hand up and brushed her cheek, just as she felt something brush against her hip.

Her eyes got even wider.

Surely that couldn’t be…

They were more than six inches apart. That couldn’t possibly be…

When she felt the light touch again and saw that Spike’s other hand was down by his side far away from her hip, she risked a glance down. She gasped at what she saw and looked back up quickly.

Water made things look bigger right?

But even water wouldn’t make it stretch out that far so it could touch her.

She wanted to look again. Actually she wanted to do more than look, she wanted to touch him. She wanted to touch Spike. She wanted to feel him. She didn’t realize her desire was communicating itself to her hand, which had begun to grasp and caress his chest.

She looked up hopelessly into his eyes, wanting him to understand her dilemma and help make her decision for her. The open lust on his face almost made her swoon into him. She felt the lips of her sex thicken with her desire; her breathing was coming out in pants now.

Just before the desire won out and they attacked each other the smell of burning reached her. Buffy turned sharply.

“The shirts!” She yelled. She started to run to get them, but then hesitated realizing she was naked.

“If you don’t go get them, then you won’t have ANYTHING to wear.” Spike told her, his voice low and thick with his desire.

Inside he was cursing himself for putting the shirts on there in the first place. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to coax her back into the water with him.

Buffy hesitated for another second before the sight of the smoke thickening spurred her to action. She quickly got out and ran to the vent. She pulled the shirts off and without waiting threw the red shirt on.

Spike almost growled in frustration when she covered up.

She stood with her back to him for several minutes, trying to get herself under control.

Spike wanted to get out and push the issue; he wanted to force her to confront her desire for him. However, he was afraid that would be a mistake. He didn’t want to have her do anything she would regret later. Finally she turned around.

“I should probably go, set up our space some more. Where is it?’

Spike found himself furious with her cowardice, in not admitting what almost happened between them.

“It across the pond, it’s the only other opening here. You could try looking you know.” He snapped at her.

She didn’t even rise to the bait.

“Ok, I’m just going to go.” She moved to leave, but stopped where his pants lay on the ground.

“Did you want me to dry these?” She asked nervously.

Spike looked at her stupidly. “They aren’t even wet.”

“Oh, right. I guess that’s a ‘no’ then. Um, ok.” She hurried out of the area nervously.

Once she was gone, Spike was left alone with his frustration. He noticed that at some point, probably while watching her run for the shirts, her cute little bottom moving with her, he had lowered his hand and was stroking himself. Yet, it wasn’t giving him any sort of satisfaction, it just seemed to enflame the raging hard on he was sporting.

With a loud curse he snatched his pants up from the ground and began washing them violently.

All sorts of sexual daydreams ran through his head while he did this.
Taking Buffy in every way imaginable.
Fucking her, until all thoughts of Angel were completely wiped out.

It was obvious from all of her reactions to him that even though she slept with Peaches she must not have gotten anything out of it. Hell, he wouldn’t even be surprised if the selfish prick didn’t make even her come. Angel probably wouldn’t have even noticed if she didn’t.

Spike would make her come. He would make her come over and over again until she couldn’t deny him anything. He would show her all the temptations of physical pleasure; he would show things she never even dreamed of. He would make her scream.

With a growl he climbed out of the pool and threw his pants over the drying vent while he paced back and forth furiously, all sorts of kinky pictures running through his head.

Pounding into her from behind, with one hand on her hip and the other wrapped in her hair.

Going down on her, his face buried in her moist heat, one hand wrapped around with a finger invading her in a place she probably didn’t know could give her pleasure.

Buffy straddling him, her legs wrapped around him while she rode him furiously.

He shook himself, trying to get it under control, but it was no use. He was going to need to jump in the other pool and try to cool down before he got near her again. Otherwise he wasn’t going to be able to control himself around her.

He tried to remind himself of all the reasons he hated her, but they just slipped from his mind and the only thing the remained was the innocent, yet completely decadent way she had looked up at him, her eyes filled with such desire and yearning.

Frustrated beyond belief he grabbed his pants off of the vent and headed, completely naked out of the room intent on diving into the cool water.

However, once he left the room he stopped short. Standing twenty feet away from him, with her back towards him was the source of his torment.

She turned around slowly. The red shirt was only buttoned with the bottom two buttons, leaving the top to hang open exposing her neck, the sloping sides of her breasts and her flat stomach. She seemed to falter a bit at the sight of him standing hard and naked in front of her. There was nervousness in her eyes, but also the desire he saw from before.

For a long moment, neither said anything, just stared at each other.

Then she tilted her head to the side slightly and spoke, her voice husky. “I thought you might hungry.”





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