CHAPTER FOUR: SPIKE

Spike led her towards the old mansion on Crawford St, the place where Angelus had nearly killed her, the place where she had been forced to kill Angel.

She hesitated a moment and Spike stopped beside her. Understanding suddenly dawned on him.

"We can find somewhere else," he said softly.

Buffy took in a deep un-needed breath and shook her head. "No, it's fine."

Spike grinned and gave her hand a squeeze.

He looked up at the sky and saw that it was beginning to become extremely light.

"We should hurry," he said, speeding up their walking pace.

As he entered the mansion and closed the heavy front door behind them, the first rays of sun made their way onto the doorstep of the mansion.

Spike looked at her, suddenly a little un-nerved by everything that had happened.

How, he wondered, had he gone from wanting to kill the Slayer to trying to protect her?

Of course, he hadn't counted on her being a vampire. Let alone a vampire with a soul.

He stepped forward and bent his mouth to her neck.

"Hungry?" he asked.

Buffy shivered involuntarily as his lips grazed her neck. She whimpered her answer, surprised by how much of an effect that a vampire had over her when his mouth was so close to her. There was no more fear there, only longing.

"I have some blood in the fridge downstairs," he said.

She hesitated but nodded, following him down the stairs into the area that Acathla had been stored. In a corner, she saw a small bar fridge that looked old and worn out.

Spike led her to it and opened it. Buffy's demon emerged and disappeared in a matter of seconds as she saw the supply of blood in the fridge. Spike looked at her, confused.

"How long have you been like this?" he asked.

"A few hours," she replied.

"And you've had only your sire's blood?"

She nodded. "And some of mine."

Spike nodded thoughtfully and bent down, taking a small package of blood from the fridge. Buffy eyed it, torn between starvation and disgust at her hunger.

"I'll heat it up, then we eat, kay?"

She nodded and sat herself on a dusty sofa. She leant her head against her arm and closed her eyes momentarily.

Before she knew it Spike was leaning down in front of her, holding a mug of the red blood in front of her. He handed it to her and she took it gratefully.

He smiled and sat next to her as she drank deeply. She forced herself to stop and offered him the remaining half of the cup.

"Already eaten," he replied simply.

She nodded and finished the mug before it went cold.

She regarded him thoughtfully, wondering why she had never realised how incredibly attractive he was.

He looked at her and gave a small grin. "What are you staring at?"

"Why are you helping me?" she asked.

He shrugged, honestly unable to answer her question.

"I've been asking myself the same question pet," he replied.

Buffy bit on her lip and looked away from the blonde vampire. She wished that he would just go away, let her wallow in her own self-pity, but he wasn't one to just let things be.

"So what's Peaches up to?" Spike eventually asked.

Buffy glared at him, wishing that the hellmouth would suck either herself or Spike into it.

"How should I know?"

Spike raised his eyebrow at her and shrugged. "Trouble in paradise?" he asked sarcastically. "And we all know how much I wanted you two to work out."

"What's it to you anyway?" she asked.

He grinned at her and took the empty mug from her hands. He dipped his finger into the cup and scrapped the remaining blood from the sides, sucking it purposefully slowly.

"Just like teasing."

Buffy bit back a reply and tried to tear her eyes away from him. There was something to him, some incredible attraction that she was having towards him.

Probably her demon just trying to get a hold of her and force her to do something she didn't want to do.

'Keep telling yourself that honey,' a little voice whispered.

Spike stood up and placed himself in front of her chair.

"Sun's up, and…now you can't go and play with all the other kittens anymore, you're stuck here. With me. All day," he said. He grinned lasciviously and licked his bottom lip, loving the fact that the Slayer couldn't take her eyes off his mouth.

He deliberately leant down to her, his hands gently grabbing her tiny waist.

"Wanna play kitten?" he asked, his lips dancing close to her neck.

She could only nod, her Slayer yelling out no while the demon yelled an almighty YES at the top of its lungs.

She let herself be pulled up, an animal instinct making her rush at Spike, her legs going around his waist, her lips attacking his mouth, meeting the force that his lips were dancing at.

Spike was somewhat surprised by the Slayer's movements and stumbled a little, taking them both to the ground, his back taking the brunt of the fall. Not a single part of him minded the slight weight of the Slayer on his body.

Buffy moved against him, her hips dancing to a rhythm that wasn't beating. Spike grinned and grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her mouth down to his. His demon appeared for a fraction of a second, blood spilling into their mouths and running deliciously over their duelling tongues.

Buffy pulled back a little, somewhat shocked by the sensations that the peroxide vampire was causing her.

"Hurt did it?" he whispered.

She nodded and grinned a little, somewhat disturbed by how turned on she was by the pain that he was causing her.

"Take your pain Slayer," he growled, his fangs digging into her neck again, enjoying the gasp of desire that escaped from his lovers throat. "Take it, use it, and bloody well enjoy it."

She tilted her neck so that she could reach Spike's own. Her fangs sank into his neck and drank deeply for the second time in under an hour. Blood poured out of her neck into Spike's mouth, Spike's blood pouring down her throat. She pulled away and yanked Spike's mouth away from her neck, her mouth crushing his, forcing him to taste himself while she tasted her own blood on his lips.

She felt a rush of lust run through her body and groaned a little as Spike flipped them over, her small body on the concrete as Spike hovered over her before letting his weight fall on her completely.

"A Slayer's blood is a powerful aphrodisiac luv," he whispered.

She swallowed and nodded, unable to form thoughts as Spike quickly removed his red over-shirt and the plain black t-shirt from his body. He grinned and yanked off Buffy's tank-top, admiring her body for a moment before his hands moved to claim her body as his.

Buffy's hands moved down his chest, her nails raking small lines across his chest. One nail drew blood and Buffy leant forward to lick it off him, enjoying the small moan that escaped Spike's mouth. Her hands travelled down further and fumbled in an attempt to remove the vampire's jeans.

Frustrated, Spike rolled off the Slayer and removed his jeans and turned to take the Slayer's black stretch pants from her. He grinned as he realised that she was as turned on as he was.

"Tell me what you want Slayer," he whispered against her lips.

She kissed him roughly and pulled him back on top of her, wanting their skin to touch, desperately craving the warmth that his body was making her feel, even though his body was cold.

"You. Inside."

He grinned, thankful that she had answered him. "I like the sound of that."

He grabbed her wrists forcefully and pushed them above her head, entering her roughly. She cried out and found his lips crushed on hers within an instant.

"Spike!"

He groaned, moving inside of her, his grip on her wrists was strong and painful, making him completely dominant over the Slayer. She hated having no control over what was happening, but her body was too caught up in feeling that her mind completely shut down and just let him take her.

He thrust into her, harder and harder, not caring that there would be bruises on the girls body in the morning. The thought that Slayer and vampire healing would make it better flashed through his mind, only making him thrust into her harder.

He let go of her wrists and brought his arms around her back, making her sit up against him, holding her close to him. Buffy couldn't think and for a moment forgot that she didn't need to breath any longer.

Their lips battled, dancing, duelling, fighting viciously with each other. Buffy found her hand at the back of Spike's head, pulling him closer to her, needing for there to be as little room between them as possible.

She couldn't understand it, couldn't explain it, but all she wanted was to be as physically close as it was possible to this vampire that was inside of her, making her hot, making her body tremble, making her mind go completely blank.

She felt his hand move between them, his fingers touching her softly, urging her to come to him. Suddenly, his lips were torn from hers, and she felt him biting into her breast, blood flowing from her, as he made her come. She felt Spike climax into her, and slowly withdraw his fangs from her, gently lapping at the tender wound.

He gently let her go, sliding them both back to the cold concrete, sliding out of her, but laying next to her.

Neither knew what to say, but the soft panting that came from both, though neither needed the breath, said all that needed to be said.

Everyone said that this wasn't REALLY NC-17, so…I'm posting it cos it's too confusing to hafta go to my site. ;)