Side Effects

Chapter Two – Undeniable Urges

Buffy stopped walking then sighed and turned around. "What are you doing here, Spike?"

A white-blond head popped around the corner of the mausoleum Buffy had just walked past, followed by a lithe body encased in a black leather coat. Spike shrugged as he dug his cigarettes out of his pocket. "Gettin' in a bit of violence before bed. You?"

"My job. And I don't need your help. Go away."

"Free country, Slayer. I've as much right to be trollin' the boneyard as you do."

"I'm not trolling, I'm PA-trolling. Doing my sacred duty. Staking annoying vampires. And look! I just found one." Buffy produced a stake from he knew not where and brandished it menacingly.

Spike backed up. "Fine." He took three steps to the side and sat down on a headstone then waved a hand. "Be on your way then. I'll just sit and take the air for a bit."

"You do that." Buffy turned and continued on her path.

Spike watched her go, enjoying the view. She was wearing tight jeans that accentuated every curve. He drew on his cigarette and expelled a cloud of blue-gray smoke. 'Delectable little arse on that one. Completely biteable.'

Buffy spun around. "What did you say?"

Spike blinked. "Didn't say anything." He quirked an eyebrow. "Why? What'd you hear?"

Buffy eyed him then mumbled, "Nothing. I didn't hear anything. I'm going home."

Spike blinked again. "Uh… okay. See you around then, I guess."

She didn't respond. Spike frowned as she started backing away, keeping her eyes on him. 'Bint's goin' barmy. Hearin' voices and the like. Stress must be gettin' to her.' A leer stretched across his face and Buffy's steps faltered almost imperceptibly. 'Soldier-Boy must not be gettin' the job done. Leavin' her all pent-up and unsatisfied. Woman like her needs a little monster in her man. Somebody who can take what she dishes out. Never shagged a Slayer before. Probably be a hell of a ride. Wonder how she tastes?' He licked his lips then shifted on the headstone, trying to adjust the ever-present hard-on that had suddenly gotten harder. 'She's got my cock hard as stone just thinkin' 'bout buryin' my tongue in that sweet little quim. God, how I'd make her scream.'

Buffy suddenly spun around and started running to beat the devil, disappearing from view before Spike had even registered that she'd moved. He stared at the place she'd been not five seconds before. "What the bloody hell was that?"

He looked down at the front of his jeans and sighed, wishing he could go pay Lily a visit, but she was out of town visiting her mum. She said she'd definitely look him up when she got back in a week, but there was no way he'd be able to wait that long, and since the Bronze was closed, he wouldn't be able to pick up a different bird tonight. He dipped into his pocket, pulling out a brand new bottle of lotion. "Was hopin' I wouldn't have to use this. Balls." He dropped the lotion back into his pocket and finished his cigarette, flicking it away with another sigh. "Never thought I'd get tired of wankin'." He stood and started walking toward his crypt, flexing his left hand. "Gonna be a long night."

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Buffy ran. She sprinted through the graveyard, vaulting headstones and dodging around mausoleums and statues. She spied a vampire climbing out of a grave fifty feet off to her right and veered in that direction. She pulled her stake, slammed it home without missing a step, and was fifty feet further on before the hapless vampire's dust had started to settle.

She sprinted toward her mom's house, thinking furiously. 'I heard him this time. I swear I heard him… but his mouth wasn't moving! At all! He was just sitting there, staring at me!' A flush of warmth spread through her and she had to slow down as she turned onto Revello Drive. 'The things he was saying… no, thinking. He was thinking those things. He wants to… and I felt it. What he was thinking. I felt it.' An image of his tongue sliding out to lick at his lip flashed in her mind and another flush of warmth spread through her, settling deep inside. Her pussy clenched and Buffy gasped and stumbled up the steps to the front door, breathing hard. 'Oh God. I can feel it again.' The image of that tongue sliding in and out kept cycling on repeat and Buffy swore she could feel it touching her flesh. Flesh that was swollen and throbbing between her legs, but the almost feeling wasn't quite enough. She needed something… more.

She fumbled her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the front door then banged it open. Just as soon as she'd stumbled across the threshold, she banged it shut behind her and leaned against it, still clutching her keys in her left hand. Her right hand, seemingly of its own accord, slipped into her jeans, plunging toward the throbbing place. She slid her fingers inside her thong and rubbed furiously, rocking her hips in time with the image of Spike's tongue that was still cycling on repeat.

Her orgasm exploded through her and her vision went white. She slid down the door until her butt thumped on the rug then she just sat there in a daze, her hand still buried in her jeans.

She came back to herself some time later, and her first coherent thought was, 'Spike was right. Riley never made me come that hard in person, much less just by thinking about him.'

She groaned. It was still happening. More thoughts of Spike were tumbling through her mind and her hand started to move again. She dropped her keys and unfastened her jeans, sliding them as far down as she could manage with only one hand.

It was several hours later before a sweaty and sticky Buffy with two terribly sore arms dragged herself upstairs to the shower. Then she gave the pulsating shower head a workout and ran the water heater completely dry before she finally dragged herself to bed, falling into an exhausted slumber the instant her head hit the pillow.

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Giles swung open his front door and smiled at the person on the other side. "Hello, Buffy." When she just stood there, he added, "Please come in."

She stepped through the door then turned and just looked at him again. He cleared his throat. "Is there something I can do for you?"

She peered at him then asked, "What are you thinking about me right now?"

He sputtered, "I beg your pardon?"

"Are you thinking something about me right now?"

"Maybe you should explain exactly what you mean."

"Before I do, I need you to do something. It's gonna sound weird, but just go with it, okay?"

"I will try."

"Okay. Think something at me about my hair." He looked intently at her for a few seconds and she asked, "Are you doing it?"

He nodded. "I have, several times."

She sighed. "Well… crap. It's just him then."

He took her arm and led her gently toward the couch. "What's this all about, Buffy?"

She sat down then slipped her shoes off and brought her legs up, folding them underneath her. "You remember that demon Spike and I killed a few days ago?"

"Yes."

"And how I got slimed?"

"Yes."

"Does the slime have any… side effects?"

He shook his head. "Most demon slime will cause slight skin irritation if it's not washed off within four hours or so, but I don't know of any other side effects. Why?"

"So it wouldn't make me able to read someone's mind?"

Giles' eyes widened. "You were trying to read my mind just now?"

"Yeah, but it didn't work."

"But you have read someone else's mind since you killed that demon?"

"Yeah. Spike's."

"You've read Spike's mind?"

Buffy shuddered. "Not the whole thing, thank God, but yeah, I've, well… heard isn't really the right word. I mean, I kind of heard his thoughts, but I wasn't really hearing them, they were just there. You know when you talk to yourself in your head; you're not really hearing anything but the thoughts are still in your voice? Well, that's what it was like. He was talking in my head and the thoughts were in his voice. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes, amazingly, it does."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "That's not all. I also felt what he was thinking."

"You felt his thoughts? What were they about?"

Buffy blushed and looked down at her hands then mumbled, "Adult… um… activities. He's a big perv."

Giles cleared his throat again. "Oh. Yes. Well… I can see how that would be… disconcerting."

"Disconcerting doesn't really cover it. Wigged beyond all previous wiggage is more like it. You're in America now, Giles, you should speak American."

Giles rolled his eyes then caught himself doing it and closed them instead. "Yes, wiggage is a better word than disconcerting. I'll ring Merriam-Webster and inform them at my earliest convenience." He stood and moved toward the bookshelf. "I will have to do some research to find out why the slime is having this effect on you. Do you know if Spike could hear your thoughts as well?"

"No, and I'm not going to go talk to him about it, either, so don't even ask."

"Not having all the facts will make research a bit more difficult."

"You'll deal."

Giles frowned. "I suppose I will have to. In the meantime, you should probably avoid contact with Spike."

Buffy said clearly, "Not a problem," then muttered under her breath, "Although him not actually being there doesn't seem to make a difference."

Giles hadn't heard her mutter as he looked over the books on his shelf. He pulled out a large book and opened it. "On the bright side, most things like this generally run their course and don't have any lasting effects, so in a few days, a week or two at most, you will be back to normal."

Buffy stared at her Watcher incredulously. "So… you're saying that your big plan is to just ignore it and hope it goes away?"

"No, Buffy. If I uncover something that may help, I will contact you, but…"

"Basically… stay away from Spike and hope it doesn't get worse."

"Precisely."

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Staying away from Spike should have been easy peasy, but nooo. Buffy went to the Bronze to try to relax. Spike was there, skulking in a corner and hitting on the waitress. Buffy stopped by the Espresso Pump for a cup of coffee. Spike was there, too, chatting up the barista. Buffy went patrolling on the other side of town from where Spike's crypt was located, and guess who was there fighting half a dozen vampires? Yep. Spike. He was everywhere.

Buffy went home.

She stomped up the front steps and unlocked the door then sighed and banged her forehead on it. "Stop following me, Spike."

His voice came from the street. "Wasn't followin' you."

Buffy turned to face him as he strolled casually up the sidewalk. "Then why are you here?"

He shrugged. "Not exactly sure. Just had the notion to head for this part of town. Figured I'd see if Joyce was home. Didn't even know you'd be here."

"Stay away from my mother."

Spike smirked. "Not your decision who your mum has a cuppa with, now is it, pet? 'Sides, your little sis likes me."

"Stay away from my mom AND my sister or you'll fit in a 'cuppa,' fang-boy."

'Bloody hell, but she's sexy when she's all riled up. Chest heavin' like that; taut little nips pokin' right through her shirt. Just right for nibblin' on. Could spend hours with 'em in my mouth.' Buffy gasped and crossed her arms over her chest as she turned to face the door. Spike blinked then looked around at the yard and street. "You all right, Slayer? Look like you've had a fright."

Buffy mumbled at the door, "I…I'm fine. Go away."

Spike stepped back and tilted his head. 'Oh yeah. Show me that arse, Slayer. Love that skirt. Wish she'd bend over just a bit, show me that succulent little peach. God, if she tastes as good as she smells, I'd gobble her right up. Lick her 'till she screamed.'

Buffy threw the door open and bolted into the house. She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, hoping it would block the thoughts from the pervy vampire on her sidewalk, although part of her wasn't quite sure she wanted them blocked. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and she was all throbby down there again. Images were flashing in her mind of Spike's mouth closing around her breast, his blond head moving between her thighs. And she could feel it. All of it. How was he able to do this to her?

She heard Spike step up onto the porch and another of his thoughts came to her. 'Wonder what that was all about? Don't hear or smell anythin' anywhere around here that'd be scary enough to frighten that bird. Hmmm… maybe I'll hang about a bit. Make sure.'

Buffy headed for the stairs with a groan of frustration. She needed to take care of this, but she didn't want Spike to hear her. She took the stairs two at a time, muttering under her breath, "Stupid vampire hearing."

She scooted into her room and tore off her shirt. She'd never been this horny in her life. Her bra hit the floor next and then her fingers were on her nipples, pulling and twisting. "Oh God…" She knew it was her fingers touching her, but it felt like a moist, cool mouth, the tongue circling, the teeth nipping. She shuddered and stumbled toward her bed, shimmying out of her skirt on the way. She kicked it off and fell backwards, bouncing on the mattress as she reached down and tore her thong from her body.

She could feel the cool tongue on her sex now, circling and sucking her swollen nub before plunging deeply into her. She thrust desperately with the first two fingers of her right hand as the fingers of her left hand pinched and rubbed.

Spike heard breathy moans and gasps coming from upstairs and, curiosity piqued, he scaled the tree outside Buffy's window. He jumped lightly to the roof and squatted down; peeking in through the blinds, then very nearly fell off the roof. He grasped the window ledge and held on, his eyes glued to the beautiful woman writhing in ecstasy on her girly bed. 'Bloody fucking hell, Slayer. Work that little cunny. Yeah. Oh, flick it, yeah, just like that. Now pinch. Deeper, Buffy. Get those fingers all the way in.'

Buffy's eyes flew open and her gaze tracked to the window. Her hands stopped their motion and she removed them, laying them on the bed next to her as she stared at him.

Spike drew in a deep breath and held it, sure she was going to jump off the bed and drive a stake through his heart. But she just lay there open to him, her legs splayed wide, showing him the glistening petals of her flower. Her chest was heaving, and when her swollen nub twitched, he dropped his left hand to his crotch, rubbing the heel hard across his cock. 'God, don't stop now, Slayer! Just keep doin' what you were doin.' You can stake me later. C'mon now, slide those fingers in, deep as you can go.'

She lifted her right hand and slid the first two fingers deep into her cleft and Spike very nearly fell off the roof again. He scrabbled for the window ledge and stared in shock at her now motionless hand. 'Bloody hell! Can you hear what I'm thinkin'? If you can, cough right now.'

Buffy coughed.

Spike fell off the roof.