AUTHOR: Supergirl, with significant help from DearOne
TITLE: Dance With the Devil, Part II: Don't Look
RATING: hard R, for sexual situations, some drug refernces, and minor use of strong language
DISCLAIMER: It's mine, all mine!!! MWAHAHA!!!... What, you don't believe me? Alright, fine, it belongs to Joss Whedon. Happy now?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once againg, this is entierly based on a roleplay with DearOne. Half the plot and most of Spike's dialogue is all hers.
FEEDBACK: Do we want feedback? Is Spike the hottest man (not)alive? Duh.
RECAP: There's a party. Riley's at the party. Buffy wants to go to the party and find Riley. Buffy goes home to change, and procedes to walk in on Oz and Willow. Insert giant heep of embarrassment. Buffy finally makes it to party, in new silk dress. Guess who's already there, and has found a new lady friend? That's right -- Captain Peroxide himself.
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SUPERGIRL: hey, playin miss uber-slut is kinda fun...
DEARONE: lol, i noticed you seem to be having fun with her
SUPERGIRL: not as much as spike is, tho...
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Spike opened a random door, across the hall from where he'd left his last meal's body. He was about to have seconds: a curvy, voluptuous brunette with a wild mane of hair and an apparent love for sex. Not to mention an inclination toward mild narcotics, which Spike found slightly off-putting, but figured he could work around.
He peeked inside the room. "Bloody hell," the vampire muttered, shutting the door when he saw it was occupied. He briefly contemplated ripping the door open again and telling the couple to get out, certain that his best growl would be sure to scare them off, but decided he didn't want the risk of frightening his future snack as well.
She seemed to have other ideas of how to deal with the situation. "If you wanted, we could always join them, you know..." she said giggling and running her fingers suggestively up and down his chest.
Spike's eyes gleamed with a wicked light at the thought, but only for a moment. "Maybe next time, pet."
* * * *
"I try to have ONE normal night, no! Why must he come back now, on this of all nights? Why can't he just leave town for good? I ask you, what is it, huh? Is it me? Oh, of course, it must be! It's like his personal mission in life, to make my life hell. If he doesn't kill me, he'll probably just annoy me to death!"
Buffy kept sifting through the crowd, but no longer looking for Riley. Why, she asked herself, why, why, why?! Why must that annoying waste of bleach and leather insist on plaguing her everywhere? Couldn't he have been at some other party -- one where she wasn't? That way everybody would be a winner: Spike would get to have his dinner in peace, the Slayer not around to stop him, and Buffy would be able to find Riley and have a nice night for once, instead of having to push her way through a multitude of drunken teenagers, frantically looking for something to use as a stake.
Just then, of course, Riley decided to finally make his appearance. Feeling a soft tap on her shoulder, Buffy turned around to find the boy's handsome, smiling face.
"Uh, Riley... hi... no time, gotta run!"
Before he could open his mouth to speak, she was gone, leaving a very confused psychology major staring at the empty spot where his object of wooing had stood.
"Strange girl..."
A minute later Buffy breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted a wooden chair in the corner of the room. She grabbed it and quickly broke off one leg, the crackling sound causing everyone to turn and stare at her.
"That's what I get for not bringing a stake," the Slayer muttered.
Ignoring everyone's looks and cries of "What are you doing, are you crazy?!" she rushed off towards the stairs and up to the second floor, determined on finding the Bleached Wonder and finishing things once and for all.
* * * *
A few more of the rooms Spike tried seemed to be taken and the vampire was starting to grow frustrated. And out of frustration -- what else? -- hungry. At the end of the hallway some guy was staggering out of a room, nursing a half empty bottle of tequila, and made it a point to bump into Spike and his lady friend.
"'Ey, watch it mate!" The vampire growled, pushing past him. Luckily the room the boy was leaving was now empty, so Spike took advantage and slipped quickly inside, pulling his prey in after him and closing the door.
Once the door shut, the girl wasted no time to start kissing him again, wrapping herself around him, her hands going everywhere at once. Spike gladly reciprocated, getting aroused even more by her eagerness. Both touching, kissing, groping, they staggered to the bed in a tangle of limbs, simultaneously discarding various pieces of each other's clothing. The girl's purse was dropped to the floor, the weed momentarily out of her thoughts. By the time the two fell over onto the bed, nearly missing it, Spike's coat and over-shirt were already gone, along with the black tee-shirt that he wore, and now the girl was frantically working on his belt buckle.
Spike was simply loving this woman's ferocity. He growled low in his chest as he ripped away the scrap of material she called a top, almost tearing it, and proceeded to fondle her breasts, delighting in the fact that she wore no bra. He kissed her roughly as he pinned her wrists to either side of her head, holding her down on the bed.
By this time the pot was long forgotten, as the girl struggled with Spike's jeans, pushing them down and wrapping her legs around him, only her skirt and thong separating them now. He plundered her mouth with his tongue as his hands mercilessly teased and groped every exposed bit of flesh, and she growled with pleasure, kissing back just as wildly.
The combination of her growling and wrapping her legs around him was Spike's undoing, making his control slip. He yanked her wrists up above her head, gripping them painfully with one hand, using his other to shove her skirt up around her waist. Vamping out, he scraped his fangs along her neck, then proceeded to lick and suck at the blood oozing from the wound, all the while grinding his hips down on hers.
The girl hissed in half-pain half-pleasure. "God, are those... fangs? Oh yeah, baby... I knew there was a reason I liked you..."
She bucked against him wildly, grinding her hips into Spike's, and he reached down with a free hand, about to push her thong out of the way, when he suddenly heard the door slam open. His head shot up, the fangs retracting as he slipped quickly back into human form.
"Sor--" Buffy started, on momentum of having just busted in on about six or seven normal couples. She was beginning to have déjà vu of walking in on Willow. But then she realized that she had finally gotten the right room, and her face changed from embarrassment to anger as she yelled, "Spike?!!"
The brunette, annoyed at the interruption, pushed him slightly off and sat up. "Who the f*** are you?" she demanded, pulling the sheet up to half-cover her boobs.
Spike ran his eyes over the Slayer, taking in her lack of breath, her angry expression, and her less-than-appropriate-for-fighting attire. He smirked, highly amused by this display. "I'm busy, luv. Wait your turn."
Buffy made a disgusted face and was about to say back something snarky, but noticed the slutty brunette Spike had been planning to eat was still in the room.
"Get. Out."
The girl blinked at her in disbelief, then turned to Spike, indignant. "Who is this psycho, your girlfriend? You said you were single. Listen, Barbie," she continued, addressing Buffy now, "no need to be greedy here. There's enough for us to share."
Spike almost laughed at the thought of the Slayer as part of a threesome with him and his delicious little future snack. But before some lewd, suggestive comment could make its way off the tip of his tongue, Buffy cut him off.
"Ok, look here, Ms. Sex-me-up," she hissed, running out of patience, "you had better get your skanky butt into some clothes and out of this room right now, or the only thing you'll be sharing is my fist with Lover-boy over there!"
At that Spike did laugh, unable to hold it in. He leaned in and kissed the girl's cheek. "Don't worry, pet, she's all talk."
"Oh, no, I think you'll find that I'm not." Buffy raised her makeshift stake. "Alright, I'm going to say this slow-ly," she spoke as if explaining to a three-year-old, "He... is... a... vam-pire. He's... going to... kill... you."
This didn't have the desired effect, however, when instead of realizing the seriousness of the situation, the brunette only burst into giggles. "Vampire? Am I high already? Because I don't remember smoking... that much." She fell back on the bed, laughing.
That was it, Buffy couldn't take it anymore. She marched over to the bed, grabbed the girl by her forearm, and yanked her up. In the process she managed to catch a glimpse of the trail of blood down her neck. "You, you bit her?!"
She pulled the would-be victim out of bed and flung her, barking at her, "OUT!! NOW!!!" The girl turned out to be pretty much naked, and realizing that, Buffy quickly looked away, embarrassed, turning back to Spike. "You bit her?!!"
"Careful, Slayer," Spike taunted, "you'll hurt the poor girl." He went over to hand her her top. "I didn't do anything she didn't like. Inn't that right, pet?"
Buffy covered her eyes as soon as Spike stood up. "Please, I so don't need to see that!"
The brunette pulled her shirt on, adjusted her skirt, and grabbed her purse off the floor. "You know, it's been real fun, baby, but I'm gonna... uh... go find someone who hasn't got a homicidal, sex-starved maniac with a broken chair leg after them."
"I'm sex-starved now?!" Buffy yelled after her as she hurried out the door, "I'm sex-starved?!"
"Pet, wait..." Spike started, but she was gone, and as the door slammed Buffy turned back to him.
She gasped at what she saw -- he was still completely naked, and standing there in all his gleaming, statuesque glory. Her mouth fell slightly open.
Spike, meanwhile, looked as if there wasn't a thing wrong with this picture. In fact, taking in her expression, his own turned from casual to smug. An evil glint appeared in his eyes, and the corners of the vampire's mouth began to curl into a devious smile. "Looks like you scared off the competition, Slayer. Now, what ever are you going to do with me?" He added a suggestive raise of the eyebrow to his already smirking look.
Normally the Slayer would've gagged in disgust at his obvious implication, but at the very moment she found herself suddenly unable to speak. Her mouth was dry, eyes wide and glued to the gorgeous body of the man standing before of her.
She'd barely ever even seen him without his coat before, but this? She most definitely was not ready for this. In the past years she may have felt a slight attraction to this particular vampire, but had always been able to safely suppress it with feelings of hate and anger. And then of course there was Angel, whom she had been madly in love with at the time, and that pretty much kept back thoughts of any other men.
But now Angel was gone. And although most of the love was still there, the burning physical attraction she had once felt for him was fading.
Angel was gone, and Spike was here. Spike was here and he was completely undressed, standing right in front of her, and she couldn't tear herself away. Wasn't nudity supposed to make you vulnerable, not your opponent?
Buffy commanded her eyes to focus on something else, but they disobeyed, and instead decided to take a nice, leisurely stroll down the vampire's body. Spike watched her looking him over, and his smirk grew wider. It grew wider still when his keen sense of smell picked up the slight aroma that testified to his effect on her. Just the sight of him was doing unspeakable things to the Slayer. He was beyond magnificent. She almost felt her mouth water as she took it all in.
First, after the handsome face and slender neck, came sharp, angular shoulders, thrown back slightly in his stance. Then came long, slender yet muscular arms. Then his hands, which were the kind that looked like they truly knew what to do to a woman. Against her own will she envisioned those hands touching her, exploring her body, giving her pleasure in ways a good girl shouldn't even know about.
From there her eyes moved back up his arms and on to his chiseled chest. The skin was like white marble, smooth and taunt, covering hard muscle. The relaxed stance was making him look even sexier, almost like a model out of Playgirl... uh, not that she would read that kind of thing. Pushing that guilty thought out of her mind, Buffy's gaze continued downward. She never made it to his legs, however. As her eyes traveled past the rock-hard washboard abs, lean waist, and smooth stomach, she suddenly froze.
If it were possible, her eyes got even wider.
'Oh. Wow.'
He was so... She tried to breathe, unsuccessfully. 'Stop it, Buffy, stop it!' Checking out Spike's, um, package, no matter how impressive, was definitely against the rules.
She stepped back, and with much effort forced her eyes shut, squeezing them tightly. "Alright, Spike, I-I'm giving you to the count of three to get your pants on, before I ram this stake somewhere other than your heart." It might've been a great threat, if her voice weren't so shaky.
Spike saw how vulnerable she was, and took a step closer. He was enjoying immensely the level of her discomfort, not to mention her obvious arousal. When he spoke, his voice was sensual and full of heat. "Slayer..." the vampire breathed, taking another step toward her, "That's not what you really want, is it, luv?" As he advanced he tried to size up his chances of avoiding the stake, in case she did manage to pull herself together.
Buffy began to feel her grip on the stake/chair leg start slipping; she wasn't holding it up as high. "One..." she counted, in what she hoped was a warning tone.
Ignoring her counting, Spike began slowly circling his prey, his movement causing her hair to move slightly. Leaning in he deeply inhaled her scent, loving the smell of her delicious blood, mixed with equally strong aromas of both fear and lust. His voice dropped to a soft, husky whisper. "So sweet, moving faster and faster... it calls to me..."
Buffy shuddered. "Shut up, Spike, shut up. Shut up before you're dust," she chanted under her breath, squeezing her eyes shut tighter, trying to keep from dropping her stake. She was bluffing. She knew she was bluffing. To stake him she'd have to see him, but to see him she'd have to open her eyes, and then...
By now Spike was on the other side of her. "Mmmm..." he half-purred half-growled, his voice so incredibly seductive, "You're ready to explode, luv. Want me to stop?" he leaned right up to her ear then, and traced the rim with the tiny tip of his tongue, before breathing "Stop. Me."
But she couldn't do a thing, couldn't even move. Her heart was pounding at a mile a minute, and it was all she could do to keep from shaking.
'Oh God, naked Spike... Naked Spike is right next to me...' She tried in vain to push down the heat rising in her body at the thought. She shouldn't be that turned on, she told her traitorous hormones. She shouldn't be turned on at all. 'What is wrong with me?' Buffy thought. 'Maybe I really am sex-starved.'
When she didn't move or speak, Spike came up behind her and gently brushed her hair out of the way. Slowly, he brought his head down. When his lips were close enough to tease her skin, he spoke, he murmuring softly "Drop the stake, luv." Then with his open mouth he began to slowly place wet kisses up and down the side of her neck.
As if hypnotized, Buffy obeyed, dropping her weapon to the floor. The feel of his mouth was incredible, and she had to suppress a moan. He could've done anything to her right then, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop him.
'Oh, this is it, he's going to kill me...'
Still at her neck, Spike sensed her momentarily surrendering control. He quickly took advantage and slid his hands down her arms to her wrists, faster than she could stop him, hugging her body to his and trapping her in his embrace. "Good girl," he breathed into her ear as he squeezed her wrists, enjoying having so much power over her. Then he returned his attention to her neck, kissing it, and nipping at the jugular with his blunt teeth.
The feeling made her shiver, intense fear mixing with lust. What was he doing to her? She was the Slayer, this kind of thing wasn't supposed to affect her. She shouldn't be so powerless to stop him. Why couldn't she push him away?
At this point Spike was practically ablaze with carnal hunger, his nips and kisses growing ever more frenzied as he mercilessly teased her neck, and then the scent of her fear suddenly hit him and it was too much. He freed her arms and spun her around roughly, immediately tangling his fingers in her hair, holding her face just inches from his own. "Look at me," he demanded in a low, dangerous growl.
Unable to resist his voice, she opened her eyes and looked at him. She was met with an intense, penetrating ice-blue glare, and her eyes instantly locked on his, no hope of being able to look away. How did he have so much power over her? Was this a thrall, was she in a thrall? Could Spike do that? The Master could... Oh crap, if she was, that meant he could make her do just about anything...
As of its own accord, her hand lifted to tentatively touch his bare chest.
Spike winced at the contact. Her fingers felt incredibly hot against his cool chest, scorching him beyond all pleasure, even in this feather-light touch. The Slayer touching him. He'd dreamt of this. Hidden, guilty fantasies that he'd cursed himself for many times, but still couldn't be rid of. So wrong, so intoxicatingly wrong... just the thought of having her...
Her hand still touching his chest, he dropped his arms to his sides, releasing her from his hold. She didn't move. After watching her for a moment he fingered her chin, lifting her head slightly 'til their eyes met. "Tell me what you want, Slayer," he said intensely.
'You. Your cold, delicious body on mine...'
"I want you dead," she breathed through clenched teeth.
Spike's eyes flashed with anger. He grabbed her by her upper arms, tossing her onto the bed. "No." His voice was low and menacing. After a moment he chuckled, reconsidering. "Well, yeah, I'm sure that's true."
She stared at him, a mixture of hatred and fear evident in her eyes, as he reached down to pull her shoes off one at a time, allowing them to drop to the floor while he climbed over her on the bed. He trailed one finger from her toes to her kneecap and back down, sending shivers of the same fear, but now also pleasure, at the sensation of his touch. "Tell me what you want."
Her heart stilled. Her breath caught in her throat. What she really wanted was for him to take her right there and then. To reach down between their bodies and tear off her brand new, expensive Calvin Klein party dress, ripping it to shreds, followed by her panties, and then to just take her ruthlessly. Take her like the vicious animal that he was.
She jerked away from him and shoved the vampire off, quickly jumping from the bed and backing up, a look of horror in her eyes at what she had been thinking. She reached down to grab the broken chair leg off the floor. "You'd better stop whatever sick game you're trying to play."
"But you play so well," Spike purred, leering at her, as he got up from the bed. "You know you want to..."
"Stop it! I want you to stop." Her pulse was racing out of control, and she didn't even realize she was panting.
He studied her speculatively, looking her up and down, his head tilted to the side. "I don't think so, luv." He gave her a challenging look, as if daring her to prove him wrong.
'I can do this, I can do this.' She gathered up all her resolve. "This is going to end, Spike. Now." Without further hesitation she lunged at him and grabbed him by the throat, shoving him against the wall and aiming her stake at his heart, ready to finish it.
Spike stiffened, readying himself for that fatal blow, but it never came. The Slayer's hot body was pressed up against his, stake to his chest, and nothing but the thin material of her silk dress separating skin from skin. He realized the reason for her hesitation. She could feel him.
He quickly brought his hand up to cover hers on the chair leg, hoarsely breathing out her name. "Slayer..."
She stood frozen, hand still at his throat. He watched her closely for a hint of what she would do next.
'Don't look down. Eyes on his. Whatever you do, don't look down.' What was pressing hard into her thigh right now wasn't really there. This wasn't Spike. He wasn't completely naked. He was fully clothed and he was just some vamp, and this was no different than the hundreds of other stakings she'd done in the past. She drew back her hand, after wrestling it free of his grip, and got ready to deliver the blow. Again, she hesitated. Not seeing him would help. If she didn't see him, then he wouldn't affect her, right? If she didn't see his face then it wouldn't be him. Just some vamp. Some nonsexy and easily stakable vamp. And definitely a clothed one.
Buffy shut her eyes tightly again. Her heaving breath was causing her breasts to brush against his chest on each intake of air, and Spike, unbeknownst to her, became aware of her lack of bra, as he felt yet another evidence of her arousal scraping against his bare chest.
"You're not affecting me, Spike. This is the end of the line."
'No, don't say his name! Not Spike. Not Spike, just some vamp.' For a split second her hold on his throat faltered.
He was lightning fast, pressing his lips against hers as soon as her lessened grip allowed the movement. Her heartbeat jumped, a bolt of electricity running through her at the touch of his lips. Her arm fell at her side, letting the stake drop to the floor once again, rattling off to some forgotten corner of the room. Spike quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tighter into his embrace, until she was fully pressed against him, her soft, warm body molding into his hard, cold one.
She felt herself returning the kiss, although she was most certain that she hadn't planned to. And she surely hadn't planned on allowing her hand, instead of closing on his throat and yanking him back, to slip around to the back of his neck and bury itself in his soft hair, drawing him closer.
Spike growled in pleasure at the feel of her pressed against him and kissing him. She was so burning hot, hotter than any human woman he'd had before. Her mouth felt like liquid fire and tasted of pure passion, as her tongue danced with his. He slid his hands down to her waist and over the curve of her hips, then back up over her backside, pushing the hem of her dress up slightly. He then continued all the way up her back again, until he finally found her zipper, and slowly tugged it down. He traced his fingers feather-light along the newly exposed skin, reaching all the way down to the small of her back.
Buffy gasped as she felt the tips of his fingers graze her bare skin, the sudden cold of his touch jolting her out of her trance. As she realized what was happening she tried to pull back, pushing away from him with the little strength she had left. Despite her best efforts, however, her intendedly stern command came out more like a plea, "Spike... you have to stop..."
But he was having none of it. He wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her back to him and holding her tightly, leaning his forehead against hers. "Why should I stop?" he asked mockingly, kissing her before she could reply, "You're the one who came in here and interrupted... Now you get to entertain me instead." He reversed their positions and shoved her roughly against the wall, immediately capturing her mouth in another bruising kiss.
'Oh God, oh God, oh God...' Why did he have to be so good at kissing? She should've stopped him minutes ago. She did want him to stop, didn't she? Of course she did, this was wrong and bad and... and Spike, eww! But why didn't it feel that way? It should have felt gross and disgusting, she was sure of it, but instead it was... it was... it was so good, beyond good, almost like her head was spinning, making it impossible to think. She could only respond physically to the sensations.
She tried to push him away, but there was barely any effort in it. "No... bad..." she muttered against her enemy's lips.
Spike pulled back and smirked, seizing her wrists and pinning them against the wall to still her struggles. "That's right luv, I'm bad..." he reached down to kiss the side of her neck, "...Big Bad..." he nipped at her jaw, "...the biggest..." with tongue flattened he licked her cheek, loving the carnality of this seemingly innocent act. "...Evil and corrupted to the core..." he continued as he moved to capture her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and scraping it between his teeth as he pulled away again, before finishing with "...and you still want me."
She whimpered, but she didn't know whether it was in protest or confirmation of his arrogant claim. "I don't, I would never--" she tried to say, shaking her head weakly, but he cut both the movement and her words off when he insistently crushed her lips with his, bent on proving her wrong. Why couldn't she summon the will to stop him, she thought. Why didn't he just kill her instead of putting her through this torture, making her so hot for him?
"You're a thing, you're a monster..." But Spike did nothing to acknowledge her protests. Instead he continued with a steady course toward his destination, only one thing on his mind, and he knew she knew exactly what that was. Freeing her wrists, and moving his hands around to her behind before she realized what he was doing, he squeezed once, catching her by surprise in the middle of an "I hate you." She gasped as he quickly lifted her off her feet, sliding his hands from where they were down her legs, to wrap them around his hips all in one fluid motion. It caused her dress to ride up, bunching around her waist.
He looked down at her, and Buffy was frozen in shock. Her eyes were wider than wide, lips parted and swollen from his kisses, her breathing coming in small, ragged pants. All vulnerable and disheveled, he thought she looked beyond beautiful.
Blue eyes locked with green. Spike wanted this moment to last. Slowly, one hand still on her thigh, he moved the other to the front of her body, reaching for the baby blue panties she had on. He got another gasp from her as he tore away the bit of silk, and while he lifted it up to his face his eyes never left hers. She watched him inhale sharply, his eyelids fluttering shut for a second of ecstasy. But she dared not look away, and when his eyes reopened they were met again with hers. He still held her crumpled, torn panties to his face, and he let her watch him stroke the material softly against his cheek. The act was so dirty and sinful... and oh, how incredibly erotic.
He finally let the remains of her underwear drop to the floor, making a mental note to save those later. Buffy held her breath as she watched him. She knew what was next. She was trapped and she couldn't stop him now, not even if she'd wanted to. Not when he was so close to giving her what she so desperately needed.
He moved his hips once, ever so slightly, eliciting a tiny whimper.
God, this was so wrong. How could she want him so badly, a vampire, her enemy? She was burning up inside, aching for him, and much to Spike's satisfaction she failed not to vocalize her need, as she found herself moaning out an urgent "Please..."
A triumphant smirk passed briefly across the vampire's face as he allowed his hips to push forward, the expression changing quickly to one of pure lust, when her legs tightened around him and she groaned in pleasure. His hands hardened their grip on her thighs for a second, before he let go and brought them up to the straps of her dress. He hooked a finger under each string of silk, sliding them down off her arms slowly, staring in awe at each new inch of skin revealed. The material slipped from her body like liquid, pooling at her waist. Without hesitation, he dipped his head down to greedily kiss and lick the bounty before him.
It made her whimper again, louder, the cold of his mouth setting her body on fire. With a few sweeps of Spike's tongue all remaining bits of rational thought were wiped clean from her mind, leaving nothing behind but the pure sensation of glorious pleasure.
TBC.........................................................................................
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TITLE: Dance With the Devil, Part II: Don't Look
RATING: hard R, for sexual situations, some drug refernces, and minor use of strong language
DISCLAIMER: It's mine, all mine!!! MWAHAHA!!!... What, you don't believe me? Alright, fine, it belongs to Joss Whedon. Happy now?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once againg, this is entierly based on a roleplay with DearOne. Half the plot and most of Spike's dialogue is all hers.
FEEDBACK: Do we want feedback? Is Spike the hottest man (not)alive? Duh.
RECAP: There's a party. Riley's at the party. Buffy wants to go to the party and find Riley. Buffy goes home to change, and procedes to walk in on Oz and Willow. Insert giant heep of embarrassment. Buffy finally makes it to party, in new silk dress. Guess who's already there, and has found a new lady friend? That's right -- Captain Peroxide himself.
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SUPERGIRL: hey, playin miss uber-slut is kinda fun...
DEARONE: lol, i noticed you seem to be having fun with her
SUPERGIRL: not as much as spike is, tho...
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Spike opened a random door, across the hall from where he'd left his last meal's body. He was about to have seconds: a curvy, voluptuous brunette with a wild mane of hair and an apparent love for sex. Not to mention an inclination toward mild narcotics, which Spike found slightly off-putting, but figured he could work around.
He peeked inside the room. "Bloody hell," the vampire muttered, shutting the door when he saw it was occupied. He briefly contemplated ripping the door open again and telling the couple to get out, certain that his best growl would be sure to scare them off, but decided he didn't want the risk of frightening his future snack as well.
She seemed to have other ideas of how to deal with the situation. "If you wanted, we could always join them, you know..." she said giggling and running her fingers suggestively up and down his chest.
Spike's eyes gleamed with a wicked light at the thought, but only for a moment. "Maybe next time, pet."
"I try to have ONE normal night, no! Why must he come back now, on this of all nights? Why can't he just leave town for good? I ask you, what is it, huh? Is it me? Oh, of course, it must be! It's like his personal mission in life, to make my life hell. If he doesn't kill me, he'll probably just annoy me to death!"
Buffy kept sifting through the crowd, but no longer looking for Riley. Why, she asked herself, why, why, why?! Why must that annoying waste of bleach and leather insist on plaguing her everywhere? Couldn't he have been at some other party -- one where she wasn't? That way everybody would be a winner: Spike would get to have his dinner in peace, the Slayer not around to stop him, and Buffy would be able to find Riley and have a nice night for once, instead of having to push her way through a multitude of drunken teenagers, frantically looking for something to use as a stake.
Just then, of course, Riley decided to finally make his appearance. Feeling a soft tap on her shoulder, Buffy turned around to find the boy's handsome, smiling face.
"Uh, Riley... hi... no time, gotta run!"
Before he could open his mouth to speak, she was gone, leaving a very confused psychology major staring at the empty spot where his object of wooing had stood.
"Strange girl..."
A minute later Buffy breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted a wooden chair in the corner of the room. She grabbed it and quickly broke off one leg, the crackling sound causing everyone to turn and stare at her.
"That's what I get for not bringing a stake," the Slayer muttered.
Ignoring everyone's looks and cries of "What are you doing, are you crazy?!" she rushed off towards the stairs and up to the second floor, determined on finding the Bleached Wonder and finishing things once and for all.
A few more of the rooms Spike tried seemed to be taken and the vampire was starting to grow frustrated. And out of frustration -- what else? -- hungry. At the end of the hallway some guy was staggering out of a room, nursing a half empty bottle of tequila, and made it a point to bump into Spike and his lady friend.
"'Ey, watch it mate!" The vampire growled, pushing past him. Luckily the room the boy was leaving was now empty, so Spike took advantage and slipped quickly inside, pulling his prey in after him and closing the door.
Once the door shut, the girl wasted no time to start kissing him again, wrapping herself around him, her hands going everywhere at once. Spike gladly reciprocated, getting aroused even more by her eagerness. Both touching, kissing, groping, they staggered to the bed in a tangle of limbs, simultaneously discarding various pieces of each other's clothing. The girl's purse was dropped to the floor, the weed momentarily out of her thoughts. By the time the two fell over onto the bed, nearly missing it, Spike's coat and over-shirt were already gone, along with the black tee-shirt that he wore, and now the girl was frantically working on his belt buckle.
Spike was simply loving this woman's ferocity. He growled low in his chest as he ripped away the scrap of material she called a top, almost tearing it, and proceeded to fondle her breasts, delighting in the fact that she wore no bra. He kissed her roughly as he pinned her wrists to either side of her head, holding her down on the bed.
By this time the pot was long forgotten, as the girl struggled with Spike's jeans, pushing them down and wrapping her legs around him, only her skirt and thong separating them now. He plundered her mouth with his tongue as his hands mercilessly teased and groped every exposed bit of flesh, and she growled with pleasure, kissing back just as wildly.
The combination of her growling and wrapping her legs around him was Spike's undoing, making his control slip. He yanked her wrists up above her head, gripping them painfully with one hand, using his other to shove her skirt up around her waist. Vamping out, he scraped his fangs along her neck, then proceeded to lick and suck at the blood oozing from the wound, all the while grinding his hips down on hers.
The girl hissed in half-pain half-pleasure. "God, are those... fangs? Oh yeah, baby... I knew there was a reason I liked you..."
She bucked against him wildly, grinding her hips into Spike's, and he reached down with a free hand, about to push her thong out of the way, when he suddenly heard the door slam open. His head shot up, the fangs retracting as he slipped quickly back into human form.
"Sor--" Buffy started, on momentum of having just busted in on about six or seven normal couples. She was beginning to have déjà vu of walking in on Willow. But then she realized that she had finally gotten the right room, and her face changed from embarrassment to anger as she yelled, "Spike?!!"
The brunette, annoyed at the interruption, pushed him slightly off and sat up. "Who the f*** are you?" she demanded, pulling the sheet up to half-cover her boobs.
Spike ran his eyes over the Slayer, taking in her lack of breath, her angry expression, and her less-than-appropriate-for-fighting attire. He smirked, highly amused by this display. "I'm busy, luv. Wait your turn."
Buffy made a disgusted face and was about to say back something snarky, but noticed the slutty brunette Spike had been planning to eat was still in the room.
"Get. Out."
The girl blinked at her in disbelief, then turned to Spike, indignant. "Who is this psycho, your girlfriend? You said you were single. Listen, Barbie," she continued, addressing Buffy now, "no need to be greedy here. There's enough for us to share."
Spike almost laughed at the thought of the Slayer as part of a threesome with him and his delicious little future snack. But before some lewd, suggestive comment could make its way off the tip of his tongue, Buffy cut him off.
"Ok, look here, Ms. Sex-me-up," she hissed, running out of patience, "you had better get your skanky butt into some clothes and out of this room right now, or the only thing you'll be sharing is my fist with Lover-boy over there!"
At that Spike did laugh, unable to hold it in. He leaned in and kissed the girl's cheek. "Don't worry, pet, she's all talk."
"Oh, no, I think you'll find that I'm not." Buffy raised her makeshift stake. "Alright, I'm going to say this slow-ly," she spoke as if explaining to a three-year-old, "He... is... a... vam-pire. He's... going to... kill... you."
This didn't have the desired effect, however, when instead of realizing the seriousness of the situation, the brunette only burst into giggles. "Vampire? Am I high already? Because I don't remember smoking... that much." She fell back on the bed, laughing.
That was it, Buffy couldn't take it anymore. She marched over to the bed, grabbed the girl by her forearm, and yanked her up. In the process she managed to catch a glimpse of the trail of blood down her neck. "You, you bit her?!"
She pulled the would-be victim out of bed and flung her, barking at her, "OUT!! NOW!!!" The girl turned out to be pretty much naked, and realizing that, Buffy quickly looked away, embarrassed, turning back to Spike. "You bit her?!!"
"Careful, Slayer," Spike taunted, "you'll hurt the poor girl." He went over to hand her her top. "I didn't do anything she didn't like. Inn't that right, pet?"
Buffy covered her eyes as soon as Spike stood up. "Please, I so don't need to see that!"
The brunette pulled her shirt on, adjusted her skirt, and grabbed her purse off the floor. "You know, it's been real fun, baby, but I'm gonna... uh... go find someone who hasn't got a homicidal, sex-starved maniac with a broken chair leg after them."
"I'm sex-starved now?!" Buffy yelled after her as she hurried out the door, "I'm sex-starved?!"
"Pet, wait..." Spike started, but she was gone, and as the door slammed Buffy turned back to him.
She gasped at what she saw -- he was still completely naked, and standing there in all his gleaming, statuesque glory. Her mouth fell slightly open.
Spike, meanwhile, looked as if there wasn't a thing wrong with this picture. In fact, taking in her expression, his own turned from casual to smug. An evil glint appeared in his eyes, and the corners of the vampire's mouth began to curl into a devious smile. "Looks like you scared off the competition, Slayer. Now, what ever are you going to do with me?" He added a suggestive raise of the eyebrow to his already smirking look.
Normally the Slayer would've gagged in disgust at his obvious implication, but at the very moment she found herself suddenly unable to speak. Her mouth was dry, eyes wide and glued to the gorgeous body of the man standing before of her.
She'd barely ever even seen him without his coat before, but this? She most definitely was not ready for this. In the past years she may have felt a slight attraction to this particular vampire, but had always been able to safely suppress it with feelings of hate and anger. And then of course there was Angel, whom she had been madly in love with at the time, and that pretty much kept back thoughts of any other men.
But now Angel was gone. And although most of the love was still there, the burning physical attraction she had once felt for him was fading.
Angel was gone, and Spike was here. Spike was here and he was completely undressed, standing right in front of her, and she couldn't tear herself away. Wasn't nudity supposed to make you vulnerable, not your opponent?
Buffy commanded her eyes to focus on something else, but they disobeyed, and instead decided to take a nice, leisurely stroll down the vampire's body. Spike watched her looking him over, and his smirk grew wider. It grew wider still when his keen sense of smell picked up the slight aroma that testified to his effect on her. Just the sight of him was doing unspeakable things to the Slayer. He was beyond magnificent. She almost felt her mouth water as she took it all in.
First, after the handsome face and slender neck, came sharp, angular shoulders, thrown back slightly in his stance. Then came long, slender yet muscular arms. Then his hands, which were the kind that looked like they truly knew what to do to a woman. Against her own will she envisioned those hands touching her, exploring her body, giving her pleasure in ways a good girl shouldn't even know about.
From there her eyes moved back up his arms and on to his chiseled chest. The skin was like white marble, smooth and taunt, covering hard muscle. The relaxed stance was making him look even sexier, almost like a model out of Playgirl... uh, not that she would read that kind of thing. Pushing that guilty thought out of her mind, Buffy's gaze continued downward. She never made it to his legs, however. As her eyes traveled past the rock-hard washboard abs, lean waist, and smooth stomach, she suddenly froze.
If it were possible, her eyes got even wider.
'Oh. Wow.'
He was so... She tried to breathe, unsuccessfully. 'Stop it, Buffy, stop it!' Checking out Spike's, um, package, no matter how impressive, was definitely against the rules.
She stepped back, and with much effort forced her eyes shut, squeezing them tightly. "Alright, Spike, I-I'm giving you to the count of three to get your pants on, before I ram this stake somewhere other than your heart." It might've been a great threat, if her voice weren't so shaky.
Spike saw how vulnerable she was, and took a step closer. He was enjoying immensely the level of her discomfort, not to mention her obvious arousal. When he spoke, his voice was sensual and full of heat. "Slayer..." the vampire breathed, taking another step toward her, "That's not what you really want, is it, luv?" As he advanced he tried to size up his chances of avoiding the stake, in case she did manage to pull herself together.
Buffy began to feel her grip on the stake/chair leg start slipping; she wasn't holding it up as high. "One..." she counted, in what she hoped was a warning tone.
Ignoring her counting, Spike began slowly circling his prey, his movement causing her hair to move slightly. Leaning in he deeply inhaled her scent, loving the smell of her delicious blood, mixed with equally strong aromas of both fear and lust. His voice dropped to a soft, husky whisper. "So sweet, moving faster and faster... it calls to me..."
Buffy shuddered. "Shut up, Spike, shut up. Shut up before you're dust," she chanted under her breath, squeezing her eyes shut tighter, trying to keep from dropping her stake. She was bluffing. She knew she was bluffing. To stake him she'd have to see him, but to see him she'd have to open her eyes, and then...
By now Spike was on the other side of her. "Mmmm..." he half-purred half-growled, his voice so incredibly seductive, "You're ready to explode, luv. Want me to stop?" he leaned right up to her ear then, and traced the rim with the tiny tip of his tongue, before breathing "Stop. Me."
But she couldn't do a thing, couldn't even move. Her heart was pounding at a mile a minute, and it was all she could do to keep from shaking.
'Oh God, naked Spike... Naked Spike is right next to me...' She tried in vain to push down the heat rising in her body at the thought. She shouldn't be that turned on, she told her traitorous hormones. She shouldn't be turned on at all. 'What is wrong with me?' Buffy thought. 'Maybe I really am sex-starved.'
When she didn't move or speak, Spike came up behind her and gently brushed her hair out of the way. Slowly, he brought his head down. When his lips were close enough to tease her skin, he spoke, he murmuring softly "Drop the stake, luv." Then with his open mouth he began to slowly place wet kisses up and down the side of her neck.
As if hypnotized, Buffy obeyed, dropping her weapon to the floor. The feel of his mouth was incredible, and she had to suppress a moan. He could've done anything to her right then, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop him.
'Oh, this is it, he's going to kill me...'
Still at her neck, Spike sensed her momentarily surrendering control. He quickly took advantage and slid his hands down her arms to her wrists, faster than she could stop him, hugging her body to his and trapping her in his embrace. "Good girl," he breathed into her ear as he squeezed her wrists, enjoying having so much power over her. Then he returned his attention to her neck, kissing it, and nipping at the jugular with his blunt teeth.
The feeling made her shiver, intense fear mixing with lust. What was he doing to her? She was the Slayer, this kind of thing wasn't supposed to affect her. She shouldn't be so powerless to stop him. Why couldn't she push him away?
At this point Spike was practically ablaze with carnal hunger, his nips and kisses growing ever more frenzied as he mercilessly teased her neck, and then the scent of her fear suddenly hit him and it was too much. He freed her arms and spun her around roughly, immediately tangling his fingers in her hair, holding her face just inches from his own. "Look at me," he demanded in a low, dangerous growl.
Unable to resist his voice, she opened her eyes and looked at him. She was met with an intense, penetrating ice-blue glare, and her eyes instantly locked on his, no hope of being able to look away. How did he have so much power over her? Was this a thrall, was she in a thrall? Could Spike do that? The Master could... Oh crap, if she was, that meant he could make her do just about anything...
As of its own accord, her hand lifted to tentatively touch his bare chest.
Spike winced at the contact. Her fingers felt incredibly hot against his cool chest, scorching him beyond all pleasure, even in this feather-light touch. The Slayer touching him. He'd dreamt of this. Hidden, guilty fantasies that he'd cursed himself for many times, but still couldn't be rid of. So wrong, so intoxicatingly wrong... just the thought of having her...
Her hand still touching his chest, he dropped his arms to his sides, releasing her from his hold. She didn't move. After watching her for a moment he fingered her chin, lifting her head slightly 'til their eyes met. "Tell me what you want, Slayer," he said intensely.
'You. Your cold, delicious body on mine...'
"I want you dead," she breathed through clenched teeth.
Spike's eyes flashed with anger. He grabbed her by her upper arms, tossing her onto the bed. "No." His voice was low and menacing. After a moment he chuckled, reconsidering. "Well, yeah, I'm sure that's true."
She stared at him, a mixture of hatred and fear evident in her eyes, as he reached down to pull her shoes off one at a time, allowing them to drop to the floor while he climbed over her on the bed. He trailed one finger from her toes to her kneecap and back down, sending shivers of the same fear, but now also pleasure, at the sensation of his touch. "Tell me what you want."
Her heart stilled. Her breath caught in her throat. What she really wanted was for him to take her right there and then. To reach down between their bodies and tear off her brand new, expensive Calvin Klein party dress, ripping it to shreds, followed by her panties, and then to just take her ruthlessly. Take her like the vicious animal that he was.
She jerked away from him and shoved the vampire off, quickly jumping from the bed and backing up, a look of horror in her eyes at what she had been thinking. She reached down to grab the broken chair leg off the floor. "You'd better stop whatever sick game you're trying to play."
"But you play so well," Spike purred, leering at her, as he got up from the bed. "You know you want to..."
"Stop it! I want you to stop." Her pulse was racing out of control, and she didn't even realize she was panting.
He studied her speculatively, looking her up and down, his head tilted to the side. "I don't think so, luv." He gave her a challenging look, as if daring her to prove him wrong.
'I can do this, I can do this.' She gathered up all her resolve. "This is going to end, Spike. Now." Without further hesitation she lunged at him and grabbed him by the throat, shoving him against the wall and aiming her stake at his heart, ready to finish it.
Spike stiffened, readying himself for that fatal blow, but it never came. The Slayer's hot body was pressed up against his, stake to his chest, and nothing but the thin material of her silk dress separating skin from skin. He realized the reason for her hesitation. She could feel him.
He quickly brought his hand up to cover hers on the chair leg, hoarsely breathing out her name. "Slayer..."
She stood frozen, hand still at his throat. He watched her closely for a hint of what she would do next.
'Don't look down. Eyes on his. Whatever you do, don't look down.' What was pressing hard into her thigh right now wasn't really there. This wasn't Spike. He wasn't completely naked. He was fully clothed and he was just some vamp, and this was no different than the hundreds of other stakings she'd done in the past. She drew back her hand, after wrestling it free of his grip, and got ready to deliver the blow. Again, she hesitated. Not seeing him would help. If she didn't see him, then he wouldn't affect her, right? If she didn't see his face then it wouldn't be him. Just some vamp. Some nonsexy and easily stakable vamp. And definitely a clothed one.
Buffy shut her eyes tightly again. Her heaving breath was causing her breasts to brush against his chest on each intake of air, and Spike, unbeknownst to her, became aware of her lack of bra, as he felt yet another evidence of her arousal scraping against his bare chest.
"You're not affecting me, Spike. This is the end of the line."
'No, don't say his name! Not Spike. Not Spike, just some vamp.' For a split second her hold on his throat faltered.
He was lightning fast, pressing his lips against hers as soon as her lessened grip allowed the movement. Her heartbeat jumped, a bolt of electricity running through her at the touch of his lips. Her arm fell at her side, letting the stake drop to the floor once again, rattling off to some forgotten corner of the room. Spike quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tighter into his embrace, until she was fully pressed against him, her soft, warm body molding into his hard, cold one.
She felt herself returning the kiss, although she was most certain that she hadn't planned to. And she surely hadn't planned on allowing her hand, instead of closing on his throat and yanking him back, to slip around to the back of his neck and bury itself in his soft hair, drawing him closer.
Spike growled in pleasure at the feel of her pressed against him and kissing him. She was so burning hot, hotter than any human woman he'd had before. Her mouth felt like liquid fire and tasted of pure passion, as her tongue danced with his. He slid his hands down to her waist and over the curve of her hips, then back up over her backside, pushing the hem of her dress up slightly. He then continued all the way up her back again, until he finally found her zipper, and slowly tugged it down. He traced his fingers feather-light along the newly exposed skin, reaching all the way down to the small of her back.
Buffy gasped as she felt the tips of his fingers graze her bare skin, the sudden cold of his touch jolting her out of her trance. As she realized what was happening she tried to pull back, pushing away from him with the little strength she had left. Despite her best efforts, however, her intendedly stern command came out more like a plea, "Spike... you have to stop..."
But he was having none of it. He wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her back to him and holding her tightly, leaning his forehead against hers. "Why should I stop?" he asked mockingly, kissing her before she could reply, "You're the one who came in here and interrupted... Now you get to entertain me instead." He reversed their positions and shoved her roughly against the wall, immediately capturing her mouth in another bruising kiss.
'Oh God, oh God, oh God...' Why did he have to be so good at kissing? She should've stopped him minutes ago. She did want him to stop, didn't she? Of course she did, this was wrong and bad and... and Spike, eww! But why didn't it feel that way? It should have felt gross and disgusting, she was sure of it, but instead it was... it was... it was so good, beyond good, almost like her head was spinning, making it impossible to think. She could only respond physically to the sensations.
She tried to push him away, but there was barely any effort in it. "No... bad..." she muttered against her enemy's lips.
Spike pulled back and smirked, seizing her wrists and pinning them against the wall to still her struggles. "That's right luv, I'm bad..." he reached down to kiss the side of her neck, "...Big Bad..." he nipped at her jaw, "...the biggest..." with tongue flattened he licked her cheek, loving the carnality of this seemingly innocent act. "...Evil and corrupted to the core..." he continued as he moved to capture her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and scraping it between his teeth as he pulled away again, before finishing with "...and you still want me."
She whimpered, but she didn't know whether it was in protest or confirmation of his arrogant claim. "I don't, I would never--" she tried to say, shaking her head weakly, but he cut both the movement and her words off when he insistently crushed her lips with his, bent on proving her wrong. Why couldn't she summon the will to stop him, she thought. Why didn't he just kill her instead of putting her through this torture, making her so hot for him?
"You're a thing, you're a monster..." But Spike did nothing to acknowledge her protests. Instead he continued with a steady course toward his destination, only one thing on his mind, and he knew she knew exactly what that was. Freeing her wrists, and moving his hands around to her behind before she realized what he was doing, he squeezed once, catching her by surprise in the middle of an "I hate you." She gasped as he quickly lifted her off her feet, sliding his hands from where they were down her legs, to wrap them around his hips all in one fluid motion. It caused her dress to ride up, bunching around her waist.
He looked down at her, and Buffy was frozen in shock. Her eyes were wider than wide, lips parted and swollen from his kisses, her breathing coming in small, ragged pants. All vulnerable and disheveled, he thought she looked beyond beautiful.
Blue eyes locked with green. Spike wanted this moment to last. Slowly, one hand still on her thigh, he moved the other to the front of her body, reaching for the baby blue panties she had on. He got another gasp from her as he tore away the bit of silk, and while he lifted it up to his face his eyes never left hers. She watched him inhale sharply, his eyelids fluttering shut for a second of ecstasy. But she dared not look away, and when his eyes reopened they were met again with hers. He still held her crumpled, torn panties to his face, and he let her watch him stroke the material softly against his cheek. The act was so dirty and sinful... and oh, how incredibly erotic.
He finally let the remains of her underwear drop to the floor, making a mental note to save those later. Buffy held her breath as she watched him. She knew what was next. She was trapped and she couldn't stop him now, not even if she'd wanted to. Not when he was so close to giving her what she so desperately needed.
He moved his hips once, ever so slightly, eliciting a tiny whimper.
God, this was so wrong. How could she want him so badly, a vampire, her enemy? She was burning up inside, aching for him, and much to Spike's satisfaction she failed not to vocalize her need, as she found herself moaning out an urgent "Please..."
A triumphant smirk passed briefly across the vampire's face as he allowed his hips to push forward, the expression changing quickly to one of pure lust, when her legs tightened around him and she groaned in pleasure. His hands hardened their grip on her thighs for a second, before he let go and brought them up to the straps of her dress. He hooked a finger under each string of silk, sliding them down off her arms slowly, staring in awe at each new inch of skin revealed. The material slipped from her body like liquid, pooling at her waist. Without hesitation, he dipped his head down to greedily kiss and lick the bounty before him.
It made her whimper again, louder, the cold of his mouth setting her body on fire. With a few sweeps of Spike's tongue all remaining bits of rational thought were wiped clean from her mind, leaving nothing behind but the pure sensation of glorious pleasure.
TBC.........................................................................................
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