He Can't Give No Satisfaction

After Spike escapes from the Initiative, with his ability to bite disabled, an infatuated Willow aids in his rehabilitation.

I don't own any of the characters in this story. They belong to the Producers of the TV Series "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer."

He Can't Give No Satisfaction

By MrBillyD

1

Oz is gone, Willow thought, as she lay alone on her bed, in the Sunnydale U Dorm Room, that she shared with Buffy Summers. She still wore the bright red outfit that she'd put on to go to the party at the Frat House that night.

Oz is gone! He's really, really gone!

It's all because of that slut Veruca. She was a werewolf just like Oz. He obviously had much more in common with her, than he ever could with me. When they'd both morphed during the full moon, they were just following their beastly instincts, when they copulated.

I understand that; but he could have done something to avoid being with her, when the change occurred!

But he did save me from her, when they both morphed again the following night and she tried to kill me. Then the werewolf Oz killed his werewolf slut. He chose me over her; but that's why he left me.

He'd said, "The wolf is always in me."

Then he'd left to find a cure, and he won't come back 'til he's found one. He's just fooling himself. There is no cure! He's never coming back!

Oz is gone! He's really, really gone!

She just couldn't get her mind off that. Nothing she'd done could get her mind off his leaving her.

That afternoon, she'd attended a meeting of her Sunnydale U. Wicca Coven, to put her mind to something else. But...

"So not stellar, hunh?" Buffy had asked as they'd walked together to class, a half-hour after the meeting ended.

"Talk all talk." Willow had told her. "'Blah blah Gai. Blah blah moon, menstrual life-force power thingy. You know after a couple of sessions I was hoping we would get into something real but."

Buffy smirked, "No actual witches in your witch group?"

"No, bunch of wanna blessed bees. You know nowadays every girl with a Henna tattoo and a spice rack thinks she's a sister to the dark ones."

That's when Buffy had asked her to come along to the Party that night.

"Plenty of guys there." She'd said, "Maybe you'll meet someone who'll help you forget all about Oz."

Plenty of guys there, Willow thought, all looking for recreational sex.

Then she'd thought, Why not? One night stand. Casual sex. All I really need is some stud to fuck me. Nothing else. I'll feel a lot better. Forget about all this one love that lasts forever crap. It'll be wham-bam, thank you man. Then I'll move on. That's it. From now on I'll be another campus bimbo. Hey, they're the girls who have all the fun. Bang-bang, bye-bye, who's next!

That evening, when she showed up at the Party, a lot of the girls were going topless, casually standing around with their naked boobs hanging out, and lots of studly guys grabbing their boobs and bumping up against their butts. Willow joined right in, removing her blouse and bra.

Then she casually stood around waiting for some studly guy to come over and bump up against her butt, or do anything he wanted to her. She stood there waiting, and waiting and waiting, for about 15 minutes. She just wasn't getting any action. The guys were grabbing and bumping the gals with the more shapely figures, and bigger boobs, and didn't seem to notice her. She'd have to do something to get their attention.

She unfastened her belt, opened her dark red slacks, pulled them off and dropped them to the floor. She stood there, dressed on only her panties, and then bent over. That did the trick. In less than a minute, a guy was behind her, with his fingers tickling her ribs behind her boobs, while he bumped the thing inside his pants right up against the center of her butt, making her grin.

Then she called out, "Hi there, big boy!"

He spoke. "Willow?"

She continued to grin while she looked back over her shoulder. He wasn't a stranger! He was one of the hottest studs who'd graduated from Sunnydale High with her.

She stood up and spun around still grinning. "Percy?"

"Hi." He smiled, looking her over from bottom to top. "I didn't expect to see you here, or so much of you either. What are you, of all people, doing here tonight?"

She chuckled. "Anything you want, big boy."

At that moment, a full figured girl in a very short skirt, with very big, firm, bouncing bare boobs came up to his side. She pressed herself up against him, while glaring at Willow.

She spoke with a very hostile tone. "So who's your friend Percy?"

He quickly put his arm around the girl's waist. "Oh this is Willow. She's an old classmate of mine. We attended high school together."

Willow smiled, "Hi." She reached out to shake the girl's hand.

The girl grabbed Percy's hand, pulling up from her waist, and putting it against her naked breast, making sure he gave it a good firm squeeze, while she smirked defiantly at Willow.

Willow got the hint. She quickly reached down, picked up her slacks back up, and moved toward a different part of the room.

Behind her she heard Percy say loudly, "Don't worry about the red head! She's just a nerd!"

When he said that, she thought that every guy in the room just happened to be looking at her. After that, not one guy came over to do anything to her.

After about a half-hour of waiting around, without any more action, Willow put her slacks and top garments back on and returned to the dorm room.

Nerd? She thought, No doubt about that now. I couldn't even get myself fucked while I was naked at an orgy!

She sighed. Oz is gone! He's really, really gone!

The time was around 10:30. There was a knock on the door to her dorm room.

She called out unhappily. "Come in!"

The door opened, and Spike entered the room. The vampire with the curly white hair, black leather jacket, and really mean look to him stood there and shut the door.

Willow jumped up off the bed. All thoughts of Oz leaving her, the Wicca meeting, the party and Percy calling her a nerd, vanished from her mind.

Her voice shook. "Spike?"

I've invited a vampire into my room. She thought, He's come to kill Buffy, who's still at the party, but he now has me trapped, and he'll have to settle for me as his dinner.

She tried to reason with him. "You want something. A spell? I can do that for you. If you..."

She tried to run past him. He grabbed her, and threw her back against the dresser that stood between her's and Buffy's beds, knocking a table lamp on its side.

He walked up to Willow, and spoke with his English Cockney accent.

"Now I'm gonna give you a choice." He walked up to her, and grabbed her shoulders, while putting his face close to hers. "Now I'm gonna kill you. No choice in that. But, I can let you stay dead, or bring you back to be like me."

He extended his fangs, and showed his distorted demon face.

She told him, "I'll scream."

"Bonus."

Then he gripped Willow tight, threw her down on her bed, leapt on top of her, put his cold mouth and sharp heavy fangs against her neck, and began to bite.

Someone in the next room had his radio on so loud, that no one could hear her scream.

2

Spike howled in agony, as his third attempt to bite Willow failed; blocked by the agonizing headache that had gone through his entire body, each time he'd tried to drive his fangs into her neck.

He got up off of Willow, and sat at the edge of her dorm room bed.

He sat there with his hands on his knees, looking very deeply disturbed, and confused.

"I don't understand." He spoke with a very distressed voice. "This sort of thing's never happened to me before."

Willow remained lying on her back, with her legs stretched out behind him, also wondering why his fangs weren't stuck deep inside her neck, and why she wasn't dying right now.

"Maybe you were nervous." she suggested. "I know I sure am."

Willow got up and sat beside him, on his left.

She said, "Maybe you're trying too hard."

"No." He shook his head. "I was all right when I started."

"But doesn't this happen to all vampires?"

He shouted, "It doesn't happen to me!"

He got up, went past the foot of her bed, and started pacing back and forth across the room.

She spoke shyly. "It's me, isn't it?"

He asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Well, I know I'm not the kind of girl, who vampires like to sink their fangs into."

He stopped pacing and looked at her strangely.

"Where'd you get that idea?"

"Well," she admitted, "whenever a vampire's had his way with me, there's never been any follow through. They've just nibbled and taken a few sips. Then they've left and I'm still alive. They never do that with any other girl. When they leave them they're all dead, like a vampire's victim should be; and like I should be, but that just never happens.

"And it's always the same excuse. 'I can't kill you. You're too nice.' or, 'You're like a sister to me'.

"'Nice'?-Yuck! 'Sister?'-Blagh!"

Spike asked, "You didn't think I'd just give you a nibble, did you?"

"No." She shook her head. "I know you're a gentleman, who would never think of leaving a woman alive. If you weren't having this problem, I'm sure you'd have me fully penetrated by now. You'd be enjoying the satisfying gush my warm blood. Then you wouldn't pull your fangs out, 'til after I've finished dying, which would be just about now; but you came to kill Buffy and she isn't here, so you settled."

"I haven't 'settled'."

Spike sat back down on the bed beside her. He reached out with his left hand, put his thumb against the back of her neck, and stroked her throat with his fingers. She began trembling.

"Believe me." He told her, "There have been days when I couldn't get to sleep, just thinking about how much I've wanted to sink these fangs of mine, into this neck of yours; but I couldn't do that 'til the Slayer was out of the way."

"You couldn't get to sleep?" Her voice shook. "You're not just saying that are you?"

"Not at all. You're number one, on the most want to bite list, of every vampire in Sunnydale."

"I am?" She continued trembling. "Then why am I still alive, and what's with all this nibble and sip crap?"

"It's you being friends with the Slayer. In any other Vampire Town, no girl with your looks ever lives to graduate High School."

"Why thank you Spike." She him a frightened smiled, "That's one of the nicest things that anyone's ever told me."

He gave her neck a light squeeze. A shudder went through her. She gasped softly.

"If you weren't the Slayer's best friend, you'd have died with a good, strong pair of fangs in this neck, while you were still in the Tenth Grade. You'd be Vampire Queen of Sunnydale by now."

"'Queen of Vampires'? Me?"

"Of course you. That's what we vampires all say. Believe me. If life ever gets to be too much for you, and you'd just like to end it all, you've got dozens of us to choose from."

"Like to end it all? Well I have been feeling really bad since..."

She gulped. Then she tried to control her trembling.

"Me. Willow Rosenberg. 'Queen of Vampires.' It sounds a lot better than being Queen of Campus Nerds, who can't stop crying over a guy leaving her. And that could all begin tonight, if you weren't having this problem."

"'If' I wasn't..."

"You know," She put a trembling hand on his left knee "this doesn't make you any less terrifying."

"Oh," he told her, "Don't patronize me."

"Sorry."

She removed her hand. Then she put it back.

"Listen Spike." She spoke with a calm, firm tone. "I'm sure this problem you're having is just temporary. Buffy's not gonna be back 'til after midnight, so she won't be in the way."

"Not 'til after midnight?"

She began stroking his leg above the knee.

"And right now, there's a real gory slasher flick on the TV. It might be a big help if we watch it together. It might help you get your fangs on. Then at the first commercial break, you can..."

Spike shook his head.

"Or maybe you can just ravish me."

He let go of her neck. "Ravish?"

"Well...It wouldn't be a real ravishing, since it'd be consensual, but at least you'd get some kind of physical satisfaction; and this way, so would I. Believe me mister, I can use some myself."

"Thank you Red." He told her, "I'd love to oblige, but that doesn't seem to be working either."

"Oh sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"That's okay." He patted her on the knee. "I'll give you a rain-check."

The vampire got up from the bed, and went out the door.

I don't believe it! Willow thought, Tonight I'm hotter and hornier than I've ever been. I was ready to give it away; and not one guy wanted to do anything about it? Except Spike, and he couldn't perform?

She got into her pajamas, got under the covers, and tried to get to sleep.

Willow was still awake when Buffy arrived back in the room around 2 AM. She sat up and turned on the light.

Buffy asked, "So why'd you leave Willow?"

She spoke bitterly. "I'm a total loser Buffy!"

"No you're not Will!"

"Yes I am!" She continued, "I couldn't get myself fucked while I was naked at an orgy! How could I possibly be more of a loser? You'd think that at least one of those horny studs there would have been a gentleman, and give a fuck! Or anything sexual! On top of that, Percy called me a 'nerd'!"

Buffy was peeved. "Percy called you a 'nerd'?"

"While I was going topless! Me? I haven't been a nerd since…Hello! I'm dating a musician! Or I was, but Oz is gone. He's really, really gone."

"Well you should have ignored him and stayed anyway Willow. A few guys were asking, 'Where's that really cute red head who was sitting on that sofa wearing only her panties?"

"They said I was really cute?"

"Exactly. They wanted to invite you up to their dorm room."

"Me and a few guys in a dorm room?" She groaned, "You mean I really could have become a genuine campus bimbo tonight, if I'd stayed?"

"Exactly, so you're not anywhere near being a loser "

Willow sighed.

"It's okay. There'll be another party next weekend. There're plenty of parties every weekend."

"That's good to know."

Willow asked eagerly, "So how'd things go with Riely?"

Buffy shrugged "Nowhere. We'd just started talking, when his friends Graham and Forrest came over. They said there was something they needed to discuss right away. Then they left the room, and that was the last I saw of him."

"Wait a minute. If he left just after you arrived, why are you getting back just now?"

"Well." Buffy sounded uneasy. "You see Will. You weren't the only girl who those guys invited to their dorm room."

"I see. They invited you?"

Buffy nodded, "And I didn't have any trouble getting fucked while I was naked at an orgy." She quickly added, "So if you'd just stayed Will, it would have happened to you too."

"That's okay Buff. While you were getting it from a few guys in a dorm room, I had more than a little action going on right here, for about 15 minutes, girlfriend. I met him after I left the party, when we were both fully clothed."

"Well good for you! See. You're not a total loser."

"Yeah. You're right. And I've gotten over Oz. There's somebody else I want now."

"That's great! Who's the lucky guy?"

"Well, I'm sure you'll think this is a terrible choice."

"That's okay Will. Remember, I fell in love with Angel, and we all know what a terrible choice that was."

"Good. Then you'll understand, but you'll still think it's a terrible choice, when I tell you, that, I'm in love...with...Spike."