Fred wriggled just a little, her outfit was now perfect. Buffy had given her some help with the make-up; she'd curled her hair and wore her make up dark, smoky and very sexy. Her clothes were perfect she was wearing a leather corset with a black pencil skirt, tight enough that she looked good but gave enough movement that she could kick ass if needed.

She twirled for Buffy, "What do you think?"

"I think you might struggle to get out the door for your date! Have fun."

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Spike had indeed not wanted to go out the front door. It had taken Fred teasing him and promising to withhold his present for them to get out of the door. They hit an upstate demon club/restaurant. They enjoyed a fantastic meal of demon delicacies, washed down by some vintage blood. Once they wined and dined they went to the dance floor and set the floor alight.

A brief interruption had incurred when a very familiar chaos demon had tried to hit on Fred. Her refusal was vocal and very Spike-esque although Spike knew then that he'd been hanging around Buffy to long.

"Listen mate. No means NO. Also that's my girl so if you hit on her one more time and going to tear off everyone if your limbs and then I'll jam them on your antlers understand."

The chaos demon took the hint and whether it was his look or the vivid threat of vivisection he skedaddled. Fred had found the whole event very arousing and promptly attacked Spikes mouth. The fierce kiss broke Spike's lip causing their bloodlust to rise. It was a definite struggle to get back to their rooms before they gave fully into their desires.

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Buffy walked back to her room, to find her mate. He was wearing her favourite sinful leather pants and the blood red silk shirt that drove her crazy. She almost laughed in irony, she'd warned Fred that Spike might not want to leave and now she was in the same position.

"Hello Lover. Ready to roll…" his sentence broke off at taking in his mate.

Buffy felt even better, she threw an extra little roll into her hips. The long black skirt she was wearing emphasised the movement, due to the thigh leg splits on both sides. To the skirt she'd added a white camisole and black leather jacket, as an added tease she'd pinned her hair of her face.

Her Mates infamous pout was coming to the fore, "You know I really don't want to leave this room and neither do you."

Buffy smiled into the kiss, "Maybe but your presents downstairs and imagine how much more fun we'll have with a bit of anticipation."

His mind did wander at even the suggestion, "I can see your point."

He allowed himself to be dragged downstairs to his gift. It was set out on the table, she pleaded with him to close his eyes so she could surprise him.

Buffy teased him, "When I thought of a perfect gift, I admit it was difficult. I mean I thought hard but I'm already yours, as your mine. Then my thoughts ran like to Spikes - Enemies but we've killed all of them. Then I was walking past this shop and saw these …"

He opened his eyes to see a whole range of sharp gleaming new saws. The ran to all lengths, sizes and uses, Angelus automatically sized them up for the perfect uses. He turned and brought her in for a long kiss. Buffy didn't even think as she deepened kiss, it was as always, the first touch was electric and she never wanted them to end.

Reluctantly they broke apart before it could become too heated, in the old style he took a hold of her arm and bowed, "Our carriage awaits."

While he may have borrowed his old style manners the ride was anything but old. The company limo was waiting outside.

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The fights were brilliant. The demons had their own version of the Roman's gladiator matches. If possible though, they were bloodier more violent and absolutely lapped up by the demon elite.

The atmosphere was electric but the matches were coming to an end and the last remaining couple arrogant in their victories threw down a challenge.

Angelus whispered in his mates ear, "I think that was a challenge to us."

Buffy had really enjoyed the evening but the demon in her raised at the challenge. Throwing a small smile to her mate she shouted, "We accept!"

The challengers and the crowd all turned in the direction of the voice and the excitement rose.

Angelus and his mate were going to fight!

The demon elite felt privileged to be able to witness this, after all, the only way you'd usually see this was if you were about to die.

A/N This is going to be a little longer than I originally intended. This chapter is for Kay8abc who in her review was spot on!