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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.





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