Chapter Two

Spike was a very calm and collected person when it came down to it. He could control his emotions and reign in any unwanted reactions he may have to certain situations. He had caught his ex-girlfriend Drusilla fucking some white-bread-captain-cardboard-country-fresh-American pillock in his bed, and he had simply nodded and left, deciding it was high time to visit dear old mum.

Women had stripped to nothing for him standing far closer than Buffy was at this very moment. He had enjoyed it to say the least, but nothing came close to the raging hard-on he had now. Of course he knew his sister was attractive...he had noticed when he first arrived at the house weeks prior, taking in her skin tight tank top and her barely there mini-skirt. He had been somewhat avoiding physical contact with her since then, trying to act casual when she brushed past him or softly touched him to let him know she was there, subtley hiding his erection when she propped her soft, tan legs atop his thighs, hoping she didn't feel it when he readjusted.

But seeing her now, clad in only black lacy see through under garments... luscious curves and perky breasts, smooth tan stomach...

He suddenly remembered he was staring at Buffy, his sister, with her friend, Hope?, standing next to her, with the most devilish grin he had ever seen on a woman, one he was sure could rival his own.

"Sorry, I-mum-she wanted...sorry-I don't remember." With that he stepped out and slammed the door, berating himself for acting like a blubbering idiot, almost like he had never seen a woman naked before. No, just not your sister.

He stepped outside, taking out his silver zippo and lit a long awaited fag. He had tried to avoid smoking, not wanting to disappoint his mum. He felt like a real ponce for not seeing her and Buffy all these years. Giles had offered to send him for the whole summer a year after they moved to England, but Spike, still being William, had declined, excited about a summer program his school was having, insisting he could go the next year. The following summer, however, Rupert had been offered a summer abroad for two and insisted on taking his son with him. The next year, two months before he was to leave for America, he met Drusilla Evans. His Dark princess. He scoffed at the memory. Bloody fucking cunt she was. Allthough, even after everything, she did change him into the man he was today, he had to give her that. If not for that crazy loon, he would still be sodding, simpering William, writing poetry about the newest stuck-up rich bitch in his life.

After he had met Drusilla, any plans he had in his life went out the window. His appearance changed dramatically, his grades plummeted and his whole attitude did a 180. He was almsot sixteen when he met her, and the were together for two and a half years until she caught her cheating on him. She hadn't even apologized. Said it was supposed to happen, said she was too deep in the dark to be with someone who wanted the sunshine, or whatever rot.

"Dollar for your thoughts?"

He turned to look at the petite blond in the doorway, the light from the kitchen casting a glow on her golden frame. "Pardon?...always thought it was a penny. Didn't know they were raisin' prices on thoughts nowadays."

"Yeah well...I hear there's a recession..." She tilted her head and smiled at his chuckle, scrunching her nose when his cigaretted smoke billowed her way. "You smoke?"

He turned fully, leaning on the rail on the back porch, and looked at her ensemble, a crimson red top that stretched across her pert breats and skin tight black leather skirt that barely covered her ample bosom and thigh high black stiletto boots that could kill with one kick. Bloody gorgeous. Stop it. Think about something else. Giles naked...ugh. There...oh...naked...Buffy naked...naked Buffy...Buffy spread eagle tied to my bed naked...OH GOD.

He visibly shuddered and nodded at her question. "Are you ready to go, pet?" He rasped, almost inaudible for her to hear.

"Yep! Lemme go get Faith. She reapplying her makeup." Faith. That was it. He couldn't suppress a groan as she whirled around and bounded inside, her ass shaking as she bounced away. A whole night with that. You're screwed.

He could safely say he was having an allright time with Buffy and her friends. The Bronze was a happening club for the small town of Sunnydale. In the warehouse district, secluded from private houses in case there was too much noise. He had managed to sitract himself from looking at Buffy too much since they arrived. Until now. A new song had come on, and Faith jumped up, grabbing Buffy's hand and dragging her to the dance floor. Buffy looked sheepishly at him, almost as if to apologize for something. He frowned at her questioningly, and gulped as she turned and started to dance with Faith, if you could call what she was doing dancing.

Twisted this feelin, warped out of shape

So tired and revealin, the moves that I make

And I know... yes I know... but is this real

And I know... yes I know... but is this real

Buffy had her arms on Faith's shoulders an Faith's were around Buffy's hips. They were swaying sensually to the unusual beat, bodies brushing against the other's. Both their eyes closed, their arms reached above their heads, grinding down on eachother, Buffy biting her bottom lip and smiling toward their group.

Feedin the concept, would drive me insane

The ash, the blood, the bone, the love

Twisted...

And I know... yes I know, but... is this real

And I know... yes I know, but... is this real

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Buffy whirled around to the erotic beat of the song, grinding her ass into Faith, bending low to the ground and flipped her golden hair as she rose. His mind was a myriad of images of the two together and his body screamed for him to take care of his little 'problem'. He growled at the men who surrounded the girls and felt his stomach boiling at the thought of anyone touching Buffy. Anyone but me. He shook his head violently. That's your sister, you sick fuck. He turned back to the girls and a fresh surge of arousal hit him as the two faced eachother and Faith slid her body down Buffy's, sliding her hands along Buffy's breasts, to her ass, then to her thighs.

And I know... but is this real

Twisted this feelin...

Ash, blood, bone, love

Twisted...

And I know... yes I know, but... is this real

And I know... yes I know, but... is this real

Ash, to blood, to bone, to love.

Twisted (twisted)...

Is this real...

"Da-yum." Spike whipped his head to the side as Xander nearly fainted in the couch he was seated on. "Dude...I think I'm gonna pass out."

Spike chuckled and turned just in time to see Buffy and Faith walking back to their corner, arms aound one another, bright smiles on their gorgeous faces, and his mouth went dry at the sight of their sweat slicked bodies.

"Wow, Buffy, Faith...that was...well, slutty to say the least."

"Thanks, Cordy. I always love your input." Buffy said sarcastically, plopping onto an open seat next to Doyle, Cordelia's current boyfriend. Doyle was sweet, not someone you would expect to date the Queen Bitch, but then again she dated Xander first. Doyle had the sexiest Irish accent she'd ever heard, and if Cordy hadn't been currently dating him, she would have gone after him herself. His full name was Frances Doyle but he insisted they call him Doyle because Frances was a 'nancy-boy name'.

Xander and Anya were discussing which outfit she was going to wear later that night and Willow and Oz were smooching romantically on a love seat across from them, oblivious to the world around them. They are so cute it's disgusting. Faith had disappeared with Devon, one of Oz's bandmates...somewhere in the club. Probably giving him a private repeat dance, she thought with a smile.

She turned to Spike and her eyes went wide at the heated glare he was sending her.

"Buffy...you wanna dance?" Came a voice from behind her, and she turned to see Angel O'Connor leaning against a wall, holding out his hand. She turned back to Spike, waiting for, something, but it never came, so she let Angel take her hand and guide her back to the dance floor, her eyes leaving Spike's as she started dancing.

Spike watched as some hulky captain-forehead partially groped Buffy, growling at the thought of this beast touching her intimately, his breathing coming out through clenched teeth as that big oaf slid his hand down to her bum and he jumped up, making a decision quickly, ignoring her friend's questionsas he brushed past the throng of people to get to Buffy. She's mine.

A/N:

Ok it took me a while, so sorry, and I tried to make it longer but I really really wanna get to the sex scenes and it's kinda hard to write when you wanna skip past all the important parts. I have it all in my head, but it takes me a little bit to get the right wording and plot bunnies are evil.