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Chapter 27
Taunting
Buffy sat with her hands clenched in her lap, painfully watching the angry, full of spit and fire vampire in front of her. She couldn't help but feel guilty at the sight. Spike was fighting with the ropes that were keeping him tied to the dining room chair, pulling and tugging with no effect. The effort he was putting into the act reminded Buffy to thank Willow for the enchantment spell she'd added to help hold him at bay. After several threatening 'slayers' and even more 'bloody hells', Spike finally calmed and began to accept the inevitable. He was detained and no amount of vampire strength or manly show was getting him out of this. He resorted to a silent look that said 'I'm going to kill you', with the occasional British profanity tossed in Buffy's direction for good measure.
Buffy put distance between them and remained across the room, allowing him time to settle down. She knew better than to talk to him when he was in this state of anger. She was willing to sit here all night if that was what she had to do. She knew she would do anything for Spike.
When there were finally a few moments of silence, she attempted to speak. "Are you ready to shut up and listen now?"
His eyes narrowed into a further look of predatory hatred. "I'm ready for you to let me out of these sodding ropes."
"Not a chance in hell," Angel answered, appearing in the doorway.
"Oh, great," Spike announced with a sarcastic eye roll. "The almighty has spoken." His voice trailed off when he caught the sight of the picture on the mantle. It suddenly grabbed his attention, diverting it from the other vampire. A look of bewilderment replaced the anger as he stared at the framed figure.
Buffy caught the immediate change in attitude and let her eyes travel to the picture of Dawn that he seemed to find so mesmerizing. "Do you recognize her?"
"No," Spike lied.
"Are you sure?"
"I just told you! No! I don't bloody know who she is!" His mind resorted back to the earlier dream and the memory of the girl with the long brown hair. The girl now staring back at him from atop of the mantle. His stomach knotted with the same sense of guilt and failure he'd felt in the dream. He shook it off, all the while wondering who the girl was in relation to the slayer.
Buffy sensed he was hiding something but decided to let it go. "We're gonna try to help you, Spike. But you need to be willing to let us if it's gonna work."
He raised an eyebrow and sunk lower into the chair. "Why should I trust you?"
"Because you don't have a choice."
"Great reasoning, slayer. I think I need a little more than that."
"Look, I can't explain it now. You'll understand if it works."
"If what works?" He eyed her suspiciously.
"Nothing. Just sit there." She waved him off as she stood up. It was time to find Willow. If they were going to attempt anything, Buffy figured it may as well be sooner than later.
"I'm hungry," he demanded. " 'Someone' made it their business to interrupt a perfectly good meal."
Buffy rolled her eyes and sighed deeply. She glanced at Angel who was still standing with his arms crossed, watching from the doorway.
"Can you get him something to eat?"
"Yeah!" Spike interrupted. "You heard the slayer. Go get me someone to eat!" He smiled smugly at his own joke.
"Spike." Buffy reprimanded.
"Oh, what?! Vampire here. Miss prim and proper can't take a joke?"
"It wasn't a joke," she corrected sarcastically.
"Well, no." He smiled knowingly.
"Angel..."
"Yeah. I got it," he answered, turning toward the kitchen and disappearing through the door.
"And you," she started, turning back to Spike. "No more jokes about eating people. I've got enough stress to deal with without that visual image."
"You know what's good for stress..." he replied slowly, suggestively darting his tongue between his teeth.
She tried to ignore his comment, knowing exactly what pleasant things that tongue could do.
"You ever try anything with candles?" Spike asked, his mind wandering to the erotic dream from earlier that day. He smiled when he caught the sudden rapid heartbeat and steady flush of Buffy's skin. "Well now, maybe not so prim and proper after all."
Buffy felt her body temperature rise, knowing he would sense it immediately and thought back to that night in his crypt so long ago. The night with the candles. "Shut up, Spike."
"Not so fast, slayer. I'm on to you. You play innocent, but I'm willing to bet you've got a few kinky tricks up your sleeve."
"Spike..."
"Parker. Hummm.... Is that what scared the boy away? Were you too hot for him?" The wicked eyebrow rose again. He wasn't sure why he was allowing his taunting to travel in this direction, but he was definitely enjoying the rise he was getting out of Buffy. "All that slayer strength bottled up in that hot, tiny body. Sweet enough to make goodie hero vamp loose his soul now wasn't it."
"Stop it," she answered barely above a whisper.
"I get out of these ropes, you and I might just have to have a go," he teased. "I bet I can suss out what makes you scream."
'You know exactly what makes me scream,' she thought silently to herself. She was inwardly yelling at her body's reaction to his innuendos.
Despite his situation, Spike was having fun. He could smell her arousal from across the room and was surprised he wasn't dust yet. It was unlike Buffy to take this much from him without fighting back. There was only one thing he hadn't counted on when he started his little game of taunt the slayer. He was tied to a chair in the living room of his sometimes, except when convenient, mortal enemy, and he was horny as hell. Horny for her no less. All he could imagine was throwing Buffy down to the floor and shagging her into oblivion. He squirmed in his seat, trying to hide the obvious bulge threatening to give him away.
"What's the matter, Spike? Can't think of anything else perverted and degrading enough to say?" she asked, hands on her hips, egging him on for a reply.
He smiled evilly at the challenge she was offering. If she was game, he would certainly play along. "So, what would make the slayer scream? Don't imagine you'd be much for the plain and ordinary."
"I don't know, Spike. You tell me," she spit out, moving closer to position herself directly in front of the vampire.
"My guess would be you like it hard and fast, clawing, scratching, taking it from behind with that ass wiggling in the air. And I bet you'd beg to be hurt just a liiittle bit. A bite here, a pinch there.... does that excite you? Am I on the right track, slayer?"
She swallowed hard, fidgeted with her hands in her pockets and tried not to give into her desire for him. If she had her way, she'd untie him and let him do anything he wanted to her. 'But that wasn't even an option' she reminded herself. 'Bad Spike. Evil Spike. Sexy Spike. Oh god.' She shook her head.
"What's the matter, Buffy?" he asked, sexual innuendo dripping from his tongue. "Not enjoying our little game? Too bad I'm all tied up, unless of course you like it that way. Could show you a thing or two."
"I remember," she answered softly, not realizing she'd said it out loud.
Spike gave a genuine look of confusion.
"I mean.... I remember how cocky you can be. All talk, no action. Can't kill me, can't..." her voice trailed off. "You talk a pretty big game, Spike." She sighed, hoping she'd covered well enough.
"Come over here and let me show you how cocky I am...." he teased, no longer trying to hide the full on erection he was sporting.
Buffy's eyes traveled quickly to the offending area, her mouth watering for just a taste of Spike again. It had been way too long. In her mind she could still hear the sound of his cries and moans, the ragged breath he didn't need to take, and his voice whispering the choice words he liked to use as she brought him off inside her mouth.
She cleared her throat and shook the images from her head. "I know what you're doing. And I'm not untying you," she spoke as sternly as her shaky voice would allow.
Spike bit his bottom lip as his eyes wandered over her body. "Bloody shame to let this go to waste," he hinted, bluntly eyeing the crotch of his jeans. "Never actually shagged a slayer before." He looked up at her and smiled wickedly. "Remind me to do that sometime."
Buffy found herself licking her suddenly dry lips. Oh how she wanted him to remember. She was about to call for Willow when he spoke up again.
"I met a friend of yours by the way."
"A friend of mine?"
"Well, I guess friend would be a little bit of an overkill. In fact, she seemed intent on seeing you dead."
Her eyes widened.
"Not to worry, slayer. She won't come calling," he smiled. "You can thank me later of course." His eyebrows raised in a knowing look.
"Who was she?" she asked, without really needing to.
"Said her name was Kitara. Don't know what you did to her, but she bloody well had it in for you!"
"You killed her," she said matter of factly.
"Well, yeah. I'd have thought you'd show a little appreciation," he answered with a dumbfounded expression. "Now 'that' one knew how to scream," he added with a smug grin.
Buffy's heart sunk into her feet as his meaning struck home. She turned away from him and blinked, taking in a deep breath. "What the hell's taking Angel so long?"
As if by magic, the older vampire appeared in the doorway with a large Styrofoam cup in hand. He marched toward Spike, not happy to have this particular job. When he reached the center of the room, he sniffed the air and looked back and forth between Buffy and Spike. His eyes stopped on Buffy.
She held up her hand to warn him. "Don't even ask." She left the room to find Willow so they could get started.
Angel looked toward Spike to find a large gloating smile. He resisted the urge to growl and shoved the straw in Spike's direction. After a long gulp, the vampire spit the contents back into the cup.
"Uughh," the blonde complained, trying to expel the taste from his mouth.
Angel smiled slyly. "What? You thought it'd be human?"
"Are you trying to kill me?!" Spike screamed in the other man's direction.
"That thought had occurred to me." He paused. "But no, I'm trying to feed you."
"Let me go and I'll bloody well do it myself," Spike barked back. "Straight from the vein and not a sodding pig, either."
"What was going on between you and Buffy?" Angel asked, ignoring the other man's comment.
Spike smiled and let out a sinister chuckle. "Right. Found out the slayer shagged the first warm body that came along and you came running back to claim what's yours, eh mate?"
"Not exactly. As usual, Spike, you don't have a clue."
"Well I know it didn't take much to get her motor revving. Maybe you should do something about that." The blonde smiled again. "Oh, that's right... you can't. Must kill, eh?"
"Spike," Angel warned with a growl.
"I don't know... might be worth the soul just to get a taste of warm slayer goodies." Spike watched Angel's eyes flash a hint of yellow as they narrowed on him. "That's right," he offered almost as if he'd forgotten. "You've been there. Tell me mate. Was she worth the go? Because I was thinking..."
Angel let out a maddening growl and threw the cup sideways against the wall, causing its contents to spill out and down. He grabbed Spike by the chest of his shirt and held on tightly.
"You're just begging for it, aren't you Spike?"
"Sorry Angel. Not the begging type. I bet Buffy is though. I bet she begs real good...."
Spike was now looking into the face of a growling demon. "Touchy touchy. Anyone ever tell you to control that temper of yours?"
"Anyone ever tell you you can be a real pain in the ass, Spike?"
"Think you should be phrasing that the other way around? But that was a long time ago. Hundred years give or take. Isn't that right, Angelus?"
"Don't call me that," the older vampire threatened.
"I seem to recall you used to like it when I said your name."
"Spike..."
Angel was interrupted with a deep body-shaking laugh from the blonde. "You really have changed, haven't you?"
"I can still take you, Spike. Don't push me."
"Oh come on now. The old you...the 'real' you would have had me up against the wall. Where's the fire? Now you're so pathetic it's all piss and water. Whipped by the slayer. Saddest thing I've ever seen, mate."
Angel's anger died down a bit and he let the other man go, letting the demon slip away. "You're really are in for a surprise."
"That's it? That's all you've got? A couple words and you're in brood mode?"
"I just know you're gonna get what's coming to you, Spike. And that's gonna be a lot more painful than me kicking your ass."
"What are you talking about?"
Angel backed away and headed to the other room, leaving Spike alone and confused. If they were successful and his memories returned, Angel knew the turmoil he would be going through. Almost as if his soul were being returned yet again. As much as he hated Spike at times, it was a pain he didn't wish on anyone.
On to the story (if anyone remembers what it was about....lol)
Chapter 27
Taunting
Buffy sat with her hands clenched in her lap, painfully watching the angry, full of spit and fire vampire in front of her. She couldn't help but feel guilty at the sight. Spike was fighting with the ropes that were keeping him tied to the dining room chair, pulling and tugging with no effect. The effort he was putting into the act reminded Buffy to thank Willow for the enchantment spell she'd added to help hold him at bay. After several threatening 'slayers' and even more 'bloody hells', Spike finally calmed and began to accept the inevitable. He was detained and no amount of vampire strength or manly show was getting him out of this. He resorted to a silent look that said 'I'm going to kill you', with the occasional British profanity tossed in Buffy's direction for good measure.
Buffy put distance between them and remained across the room, allowing him time to settle down. She knew better than to talk to him when he was in this state of anger. She was willing to sit here all night if that was what she had to do. She knew she would do anything for Spike.
When there were finally a few moments of silence, she attempted to speak. "Are you ready to shut up and listen now?"
His eyes narrowed into a further look of predatory hatred. "I'm ready for you to let me out of these sodding ropes."
"Not a chance in hell," Angel answered, appearing in the doorway.
"Oh, great," Spike announced with a sarcastic eye roll. "The almighty has spoken." His voice trailed off when he caught the sight of the picture on the mantle. It suddenly grabbed his attention, diverting it from the other vampire. A look of bewilderment replaced the anger as he stared at the framed figure.
Buffy caught the immediate change in attitude and let her eyes travel to the picture of Dawn that he seemed to find so mesmerizing. "Do you recognize her?"
"No," Spike lied.
"Are you sure?"
"I just told you! No! I don't bloody know who she is!" His mind resorted back to the earlier dream and the memory of the girl with the long brown hair. The girl now staring back at him from atop of the mantle. His stomach knotted with the same sense of guilt and failure he'd felt in the dream. He shook it off, all the while wondering who the girl was in relation to the slayer.
Buffy sensed he was hiding something but decided to let it go. "We're gonna try to help you, Spike. But you need to be willing to let us if it's gonna work."
He raised an eyebrow and sunk lower into the chair. "Why should I trust you?"
"Because you don't have a choice."
"Great reasoning, slayer. I think I need a little more than that."
"Look, I can't explain it now. You'll understand if it works."
"If what works?" He eyed her suspiciously.
"Nothing. Just sit there." She waved him off as she stood up. It was time to find Willow. If they were going to attempt anything, Buffy figured it may as well be sooner than later.
"I'm hungry," he demanded. " 'Someone' made it their business to interrupt a perfectly good meal."
Buffy rolled her eyes and sighed deeply. She glanced at Angel who was still standing with his arms crossed, watching from the doorway.
"Can you get him something to eat?"
"Yeah!" Spike interrupted. "You heard the slayer. Go get me someone to eat!" He smiled smugly at his own joke.
"Spike." Buffy reprimanded.
"Oh, what?! Vampire here. Miss prim and proper can't take a joke?"
"It wasn't a joke," she corrected sarcastically.
"Well, no." He smiled knowingly.
"Angel..."
"Yeah. I got it," he answered, turning toward the kitchen and disappearing through the door.
"And you," she started, turning back to Spike. "No more jokes about eating people. I've got enough stress to deal with without that visual image."
"You know what's good for stress..." he replied slowly, suggestively darting his tongue between his teeth.
She tried to ignore his comment, knowing exactly what pleasant things that tongue could do.
"You ever try anything with candles?" Spike asked, his mind wandering to the erotic dream from earlier that day. He smiled when he caught the sudden rapid heartbeat and steady flush of Buffy's skin. "Well now, maybe not so prim and proper after all."
Buffy felt her body temperature rise, knowing he would sense it immediately and thought back to that night in his crypt so long ago. The night with the candles. "Shut up, Spike."
"Not so fast, slayer. I'm on to you. You play innocent, but I'm willing to bet you've got a few kinky tricks up your sleeve."
"Spike..."
"Parker. Hummm.... Is that what scared the boy away? Were you too hot for him?" The wicked eyebrow rose again. He wasn't sure why he was allowing his taunting to travel in this direction, but he was definitely enjoying the rise he was getting out of Buffy. "All that slayer strength bottled up in that hot, tiny body. Sweet enough to make goodie hero vamp loose his soul now wasn't it."
"Stop it," she answered barely above a whisper.
"I get out of these ropes, you and I might just have to have a go," he teased. "I bet I can suss out what makes you scream."
'You know exactly what makes me scream,' she thought silently to herself. She was inwardly yelling at her body's reaction to his innuendos.
Despite his situation, Spike was having fun. He could smell her arousal from across the room and was surprised he wasn't dust yet. It was unlike Buffy to take this much from him without fighting back. There was only one thing he hadn't counted on when he started his little game of taunt the slayer. He was tied to a chair in the living room of his sometimes, except when convenient, mortal enemy, and he was horny as hell. Horny for her no less. All he could imagine was throwing Buffy down to the floor and shagging her into oblivion. He squirmed in his seat, trying to hide the obvious bulge threatening to give him away.
"What's the matter, Spike? Can't think of anything else perverted and degrading enough to say?" she asked, hands on her hips, egging him on for a reply.
He smiled evilly at the challenge she was offering. If she was game, he would certainly play along. "So, what would make the slayer scream? Don't imagine you'd be much for the plain and ordinary."
"I don't know, Spike. You tell me," she spit out, moving closer to position herself directly in front of the vampire.
"My guess would be you like it hard and fast, clawing, scratching, taking it from behind with that ass wiggling in the air. And I bet you'd beg to be hurt just a liiittle bit. A bite here, a pinch there.... does that excite you? Am I on the right track, slayer?"
She swallowed hard, fidgeted with her hands in her pockets and tried not to give into her desire for him. If she had her way, she'd untie him and let him do anything he wanted to her. 'But that wasn't even an option' she reminded herself. 'Bad Spike. Evil Spike. Sexy Spike. Oh god.' She shook her head.
"What's the matter, Buffy?" he asked, sexual innuendo dripping from his tongue. "Not enjoying our little game? Too bad I'm all tied up, unless of course you like it that way. Could show you a thing or two."
"I remember," she answered softly, not realizing she'd said it out loud.
Spike gave a genuine look of confusion.
"I mean.... I remember how cocky you can be. All talk, no action. Can't kill me, can't..." her voice trailed off. "You talk a pretty big game, Spike." She sighed, hoping she'd covered well enough.
"Come over here and let me show you how cocky I am...." he teased, no longer trying to hide the full on erection he was sporting.
Buffy's eyes traveled quickly to the offending area, her mouth watering for just a taste of Spike again. It had been way too long. In her mind she could still hear the sound of his cries and moans, the ragged breath he didn't need to take, and his voice whispering the choice words he liked to use as she brought him off inside her mouth.
She cleared her throat and shook the images from her head. "I know what you're doing. And I'm not untying you," she spoke as sternly as her shaky voice would allow.
Spike bit his bottom lip as his eyes wandered over her body. "Bloody shame to let this go to waste," he hinted, bluntly eyeing the crotch of his jeans. "Never actually shagged a slayer before." He looked up at her and smiled wickedly. "Remind me to do that sometime."
Buffy found herself licking her suddenly dry lips. Oh how she wanted him to remember. She was about to call for Willow when he spoke up again.
"I met a friend of yours by the way."
"A friend of mine?"
"Well, I guess friend would be a little bit of an overkill. In fact, she seemed intent on seeing you dead."
Her eyes widened.
"Not to worry, slayer. She won't come calling," he smiled. "You can thank me later of course." His eyebrows raised in a knowing look.
"Who was she?" she asked, without really needing to.
"Said her name was Kitara. Don't know what you did to her, but she bloody well had it in for you!"
"You killed her," she said matter of factly.
"Well, yeah. I'd have thought you'd show a little appreciation," he answered with a dumbfounded expression. "Now 'that' one knew how to scream," he added with a smug grin.
Buffy's heart sunk into her feet as his meaning struck home. She turned away from him and blinked, taking in a deep breath. "What the hell's taking Angel so long?"
As if by magic, the older vampire appeared in the doorway with a large Styrofoam cup in hand. He marched toward Spike, not happy to have this particular job. When he reached the center of the room, he sniffed the air and looked back and forth between Buffy and Spike. His eyes stopped on Buffy.
She held up her hand to warn him. "Don't even ask." She left the room to find Willow so they could get started.
Angel looked toward Spike to find a large gloating smile. He resisted the urge to growl and shoved the straw in Spike's direction. After a long gulp, the vampire spit the contents back into the cup.
"Uughh," the blonde complained, trying to expel the taste from his mouth.
Angel smiled slyly. "What? You thought it'd be human?"
"Are you trying to kill me?!" Spike screamed in the other man's direction.
"That thought had occurred to me." He paused. "But no, I'm trying to feed you."
"Let me go and I'll bloody well do it myself," Spike barked back. "Straight from the vein and not a sodding pig, either."
"What was going on between you and Buffy?" Angel asked, ignoring the other man's comment.
Spike smiled and let out a sinister chuckle. "Right. Found out the slayer shagged the first warm body that came along and you came running back to claim what's yours, eh mate?"
"Not exactly. As usual, Spike, you don't have a clue."
"Well I know it didn't take much to get her motor revving. Maybe you should do something about that." The blonde smiled again. "Oh, that's right... you can't. Must kill, eh?"
"Spike," Angel warned with a growl.
"I don't know... might be worth the soul just to get a taste of warm slayer goodies." Spike watched Angel's eyes flash a hint of yellow as they narrowed on him. "That's right," he offered almost as if he'd forgotten. "You've been there. Tell me mate. Was she worth the go? Because I was thinking..."
Angel let out a maddening growl and threw the cup sideways against the wall, causing its contents to spill out and down. He grabbed Spike by the chest of his shirt and held on tightly.
"You're just begging for it, aren't you Spike?"
"Sorry Angel. Not the begging type. I bet Buffy is though. I bet she begs real good...."
Spike was now looking into the face of a growling demon. "Touchy touchy. Anyone ever tell you to control that temper of yours?"
"Anyone ever tell you you can be a real pain in the ass, Spike?"
"Think you should be phrasing that the other way around? But that was a long time ago. Hundred years give or take. Isn't that right, Angelus?"
"Don't call me that," the older vampire threatened.
"I seem to recall you used to like it when I said your name."
"Spike..."
Angel was interrupted with a deep body-shaking laugh from the blonde. "You really have changed, haven't you?"
"I can still take you, Spike. Don't push me."
"Oh come on now. The old you...the 'real' you would have had me up against the wall. Where's the fire? Now you're so pathetic it's all piss and water. Whipped by the slayer. Saddest thing I've ever seen, mate."
Angel's anger died down a bit and he let the other man go, letting the demon slip away. "You're really are in for a surprise."
"That's it? That's all you've got? A couple words and you're in brood mode?"
"I just know you're gonna get what's coming to you, Spike. And that's gonna be a lot more painful than me kicking your ass."
"What are you talking about?"
Angel backed away and headed to the other room, leaving Spike alone and confused. If they were successful and his memories returned, Angel knew the turmoil he would be going through. Almost as if his soul were being returned yet again. As much as he hated Spike at times, it was a pain he didn't wish on anyone.