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Author's Notes: I am SO SORRY that I haven't updated in such a long time. I have had school and vacations and deadlines and just utter lack of willing to sit down at my computer and type. But I apologize and here, chap. 11. Oh and please review... please?

Chapter 11

Glory wandered around her large penthouse sized apartment, ranting and raving about having not found her Key yet. Her curly hair stuck out in frazzles as she pulled and tore at it, stomping her feet and pouting, like the spoiled brat that she was. "Why haven't you found me my key yet? You know I need that key." Flopping down onto her bed she looking at her minions who cowered before her gaze.

"Sorry oh great, patient, beauteous, luscious, succulent, effervescent..."

"Enough! You pack of mewling little pests. Just tell me where my God damn key is!"

"Sorry oh mighty Glorificus, but we have yet to find your key. Perhaps you should visit the Slayer, for certainly she will know where your key is that will guide us all home to your reign as Goddess of your world and you shall once and for all be rid of Ben, that mortal coil that has kept you..."

"Ben... yes... Ben... He is an attractive human... for a human. Perhaps he can talk with the Slayer, hell, for all I care he could bang the key outta her... BUT! In case that doesn't work out... I want you guys to watch the slayer. Tell me who she's close to. I want to know about everything that she does!" She smirked and pulled off her red silk pumps, looking at her delicate ankle. "I WILL have my key, and there is no way in hell I am gonna let that little sniveling slayer figure out its other use."

Storming around his crypt like a madman Spike finally stopped and picked up the divorce papers once again. The words that stared up at him were like a slap in the face. "She thinks that she can just use me anytime that she wants? That I'm here to help her and her little Scoobies, that all I'm bloody good for is scratching those itches that she can't get on her own. God, can't even bleedin come down here and give it to my face. The stupid bint. Then again…" The pounding on the crypt door interrupted his train of thought and he glared at the offending noise. "Who the bloody hell is it?!"

"Let me in Spike! We NEED to talk!"

His angel's voice floated through the thick door and all thought of his being made at her faded. He wanted to curse and flog himself right there on the spot. "God I'm such a bloody nancy boy." Striding across the floor he ran his fingers through his hair and gave her a glaring smile. "What do you want Slayer?"

His words stung, but what had she done to him lately. That was when she noticed the crumpled sheets of paper over by the television. He didn't take kindly to the divorce papers apparently. "Um, did you um sign the papers? You know I just figured that we'd separate and all, no use in being married when we can barely stand each other right?" Her words were shakey and unsure as she looked into his ice blue orbs that glared down at her.

"Whatever. I'll sign the bloody papers Summers, but for a price. Every bloke has his price. Cause if I remember correctly I'm entitled to half of everything that you own." His eyes glinted as he stared at her. He enjoyed this toying, the dance, always around and around, neither one able to outwit the other, but the wounds always cutting deep, leaving the other hungering for more.

"Name it Spike, what do you want?" She rolled her eyes. He could be so aggravating sometimes, always with his pompous attitude and those hard features staring so intently at her.

The smirk only grew larger as the perfect thing came to Spike's mind. Softly and seductively he leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I want your blood." And he left it at that, slowly straitening back up.

Buffy's eyes grew wide as she felt his unneeded breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Same old song eh Spike? Woulda thought that you would have been more original. Always with the "you will die" or "I will spill your blood". God, be an original vamp."

He chuckled and leaned against the wall of his crypt, still smirking. He looked at her from under his eyes, that sinister smile creeping over his face. "I don't want you dead Summers, on the contrary. You misunderstand my request. I want to taste you, revel in you. I want to taste your sweet blood coursing down my throat as you writhe under me. I want to dip my fangs into your delectable neck, drawing out your pleasure, make you scream. I want to mark you as mine. It's only fair… You've already marked me as yours."

"What in the world are you talking about Spike? I marked you?" His words left goose bumps on her flesh and a warmth that spread throughout her nether regions. The request had been so, sincere and as he looked at her, she felt like she was naked before him, like he could take her right there.

"Yes, you marked me. You have my heart. I reek of you Summers; I'm bloody drowning in you. You let Angelus mark you, as well as Dracula and the Master, why not me? Just one more mark…" He moved to her, pushing her hair out of the way. He leaned down and gently kissed her neck. "You know you want to. I can smell you…"

"I… I… Oh… God… Spike." Buffy let her head roll back as he ran his tongue along her collarbone and nipping ever so gently.

"Say you'll agree love and I'll sign those papers and this whole menagerie will be done. Well go our separate ways." Running a hand up the back of her shirt and the other up the front of her thigh, he could sense her losing it. Her control was slipping steadily away and soon she would be in his complete control, what was strange to Spike was that she wasn't fighting it; she wasn't even trying anymore.

"I… yes Spike… I… I want… I want you to… bite me…" Green orbs met blue ones and no more words were needed. Spike swept his angel up into his arms and carried her over to his bed. Today would be different. Today he would take it slow. Something in him told him that this might be the last time he would ever be this close to her and he wanted her to know just what he felt for her.

As she lay in his arms she trailed her fingers over his chest and up over his face, tracing his face, the high, chiseled cheekbones and the pale skin that gleamed like ivory. He was beautiful, in everyway. He might not have had a soul, but she could see his heart. It was in this moment that as she stared up at this caring man who held her so gently and laid her softly upon the bed that she felt something had really changed between them. No longer was he the evil creature that he was, but he was something more. He was truly a man, and a man that she could grow to love, if she didn't already. She felt safe in his arms, but never without excitement. She wanted to love this man that stared down at her, who with deft fingers was ridding her of her blouse and laying sweet kisses upon her newly exposed skin.

Concentrating hard on his task at hand, Spike slipped her blouse off and tossed it across the room, sliding his fingers and lips across her milky skin. Her breath was already deep and sensual, music to his ears. And her heart beat wildly against her chest, her excitement mounting. Had Spike known better he would have thought that she enjoyed this. Stopping to slip her shirt off her leaned back down, applying his ministrations back to her neck, the sole reason for these actions today, while his hands gleaned over her globes, caressing them through her silky, sheer bra. Her body reacted to his ministrations, and her nipples formed hard little pebbles, jutting out towards him, eager to be touched. Reaching behind her with one hand he nimbly divested her of the slight material that was her bra.

Gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes and ran her own hands down her body and then moved them to his hips, caressing his thighs, his ass and ever so casually along the front of his jeans that were already strained. Her slight fingers undid his button and slid his zipper down, slowly, deliberately taking her time. Pushing his pants down with her feet she exposed him to her and smiled deliciously at him. "I think I'm a little overdressed…"

His smirk only grew larger as he quickly ripped her skirt and panties off her body leaving her stark naked in front of him. "Better? Now hush, luv. I don't wanna hear another word out of you unless it's my name. Got that?"

She squirmed under his gaze, but nodded in understanding. She was giving up complete control to a vampire, a vampire who had been her enemy for years, and here she was, back where she always seemed to end up, in his bed, naked, before him.

Back to his previous task, Spike slipped down between her legs and flicked an idle finger across her aching clit before kissing her nether lips gently in a delicate fashion, almost like a butterfly kiss. Her gasp was enough to tell him that she enjoyed it. Spreading her legs open further he slid his tongue slowly inside of her, probing her, tasting her sweet ambrosia. This truly was the taste of the Gods, and he did want to drown in her, take her to new heights that she had never experienced before.

His fingers continued to twist and flick at her clit as his tongue swirled inside of her, probing, loving, tasting. Her moans grew louder and louder until the earth shattering scream echoed through the crypt as she hit her first orgasm as Spike twisted her clit hard in his fingers. Moving back up along her body he left gentle kisses along her stomach and across the concave of her breasts, finally kissing her deeply and passionately, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He pushed her hair back and caressed her cheek with his thumb, looking down into the green depths that stared back up at him with a hungry desire.

"Did you enjoy that, luv?" His own member was straining hard away from his body, eager to seek its own release. "It's not over yet…"

He pushed her legs far open and leaned in, letting his tip brush across her velvety folds and watching her face all the while. Slowly pushing forward he let himself be swallowed up by her depths and gripped like a vice inside of her scalding heat.

Breaths coming deep and fast Buffy couldn't tear her eyes away from the man that moved inside of her with such a passion and such love. Looking at him she could see that he was doing this all for her, the deliberate movements that would hit her just right, the way he sacrificed his own pleasure for hers. He filled her so completely and for once, since Angel, she truly felt that she could be loved and in turn love in return. As he leaned down and licked across her neck she couldn't help but shiver, that one action was more sensual than all of the other actions. He was going to mark her as his own. His. Why did that action seem so erotic to her?

He felt close to his breaking point and as his suckled her neck he let his features shift over to that of his demon, his incisors elongating, preparing for just the right moment. He would have her come with him. Reaching down he tweaked her clit and he felt her clench around him and her inner walls begin to flutter in orgasm. Letting himself fall over the edge with her, he let his teeth sink in her neck, the blood flowing into his mouth, filling him. Never had he tasted something so sweet, so wonderful. And with no intent to hurt her, the chip had never activated, he could never hurt his angel. The blood continued to flow as did their orgasms and it wasn't until their final throws of passion had ended did Spike release his bite.

The blood continued to seep from the wound in Buffy's neck, but Spike, gentle as could be, lapped up the pools that formed there. Buffy weakly wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her. She kissed the top of his head and smiled, slowly drifting off into a peaceful sleep as Spike continued to doctor her wounds with his tongue.

Buffy whispered one last thing before sleep overtook her. "Yours…"

TBC...