What's up with Spike?
Buffy and Spike walked in silence together, with Amy following close behind. Amy seemed to be in her own little world, so the duo ignored her the whole way to Willie's.
"You're right" Buffy finally said to the vampire, breaking the silence.
Spike turned around with an arched brow. He noticed Buffy was serious, so he tried his best to stifle the sarcastic remark that wanted to eagerly escape out his lips.
Buffy paused like she wasn't going to open up, but then went on. "About the scythe... you were right." She looked down at the weapon she was carrying. "It is just a weapon. You know, I used to tell Dawn all the time that weapons aren't the power, but I put so much trust in this thing. I thought it would be like in one of Andrew's Final Fantasy games, where you find Excalibur and save the day. I really believed that."
Spike eyeballed the slayer, not sure where Buffy was going with this. He was more curious as to how Buffy knew that about Andrew. "Well, not like it was hard to figure out from what you told me about the Guardians." He coughed. "Seemed like a bunch of self-righteous broads with stakes up their asses."
Buffy nodded. "They weren't even Guardians. Guardians are supposed to protect, not hide." She sighed. "I think Faith was right. Nine times out of ten, people...human people. They just want to look good for you. They don't care about being real."
Spike nodded, patting his leather coat for a sig. It was empty. Then, while they passed under a street light, he saw Buffy's glowing face along with her determination that just couldn't quit no matter what she was feeling. The scene might even be the most romantic he would ever get with the slayer. "You know pet, you're kind of sexy when you're all philosophical" Spike said, placing a hand on Buffy's shoulder while they walked through the barren streets of Sunnydale. He started to remember about the time when he tried to rape her, so he quickly removed said hand and turned the other way. "Soul says that's out of line" he murmured.
Buffy looked down and pointed at his crotch. "But that says 'I don't care?' Yeah, that's the hard part of being a man Spike." A beat. "With emphasis on the hard." She laughed with the souled vampire. "No, no. It's okay. You shouldn't have to walk on eggshells around me. I never meant to pussy whip you or anything, but the most important thing? You shouldn't even feel bad that you tried to rape me." Spike gave her a shocked look, but Buffy just shrugged. "You being all guilty and Vampire: The Masquerade-ish won't win this war" she reminded him.
Spike wondered if Buffy's reaction to him was just her juiced up slayer powers talking. But he also didn't give a damn. The slayer looked hot and all he wanted at the moment was to shag her brains out. Spike gave Buffy the once-over. "You look tired love. I say we both get some rest and visit the bloke later."
The slayer stretched and yawn. It was true, she WAS tired- but there was just so much to do and she had so much on her mind. She didn't think she'd be able to sleep. "I guess we could try to rest" Buffy finally agreed. She then noticed the burning lust in Spike's eyes and knew where he was going with this. The slayer felt her own libido rise and she just wanted to reach out and touch his firm body, to feel her skin collide with his so she could at least FEEL like she was whole again. She was about to, but then remembered their third wheel. Amy. Buffy spun around to double-check on the witch.
"Oh shit!" Buffy said while smacking her forehead. Amy was gone.
The town almost looked peaceful to Dawn as she walked in back of the group. Almost. It still had a tangy feeling of death everywhere, despite the fact that most everyone human had already skedaddled. Dawn noticed the sign of the Bronze and how it was a little brighter than before. It was then she realized they were circling the same street, but it also meant the sun was rising. Wherever Giles was now, he wouldn't be outside.
"Uh guys?" Dawn called out, trying to catch up to her allies. "Maybe it would make better sense to check INSIDE the Bronze. I mean, hello?" She pointed up at the sky.
Xander blinked while looking up at the orange sky. They had survived another day of the First's shenanigans. Well, most of them at least. Another realization hit Xander. He hadn't had any sleep for two nights. The poor carpenter yawned and looked over at his three party members who looked like they too could use a nap.
Faith shook her head, knowing what Xander was about to ask. "We'll sleep later, after we find Giles. Not really in the mood for another one of Buffy's speeches."
Dawn shrugged. "She'll probably give one anyway, no matter what we do."
Suddenly, Jeff started intimately rubbing Xander's arm, something he was very uncomfortable with. Not that Xander was homophobic or anything, it's just well - Jeff just wasn't his type. He grabbed Jeff's fingers and pushed his arm down. "Hey, cut that out! I'm a potentially married man."
Jeff quickly backed off. "I'm...sorry sir. It's just that when you're THIS close to the presence of pure greatness, you can't help but worship." His starry orbs blinked as he gazed back into Xander's eye.
"What am I, exactly!" Xander demanded. He looked at Jeff, then Dawn. "Am I turning into some Hell God? 'Cause gotta say, not liking the whole male Glory thing."
Faith just stormed the other way. "We gotta find Giles" she barked without turning around to face the group. She approached the building in front of her and soon noticed that the doors to the Bronze were locked. Thinking she was still a slayer for a split second, Faith raised her leg and tried to kick the door down. She was then promptly knocked back down from the force of the blow. "Oh....right" Faith said as Xander and Dawn helped her back on two feet.
Jeff stepped up to the door. "Here, allow me." He easily punched the double doors open.
It was at that moment when Faith noticed one of Jeff's tattoos, the univeral symbol for 'Power' like the on/off button found on new age television remotes. "How appropriate" she quipped as the four entered the Bronze, checking around corners to see if the vamped watcher would leap out and attack.
After looking around the room awhile and finding nothing, Xander wondered why he wasn't getting any visions. It was probably because he hadn't really been thinking about Giles, and that's when his visions appeared to trigger. When he thought deeply about stuff. The same thing happened in his first vision, when he wondered if it was possible to save the day with the sycthe again. Xander concentrated and saw Giles in a basement. He was feeding off the flesh of a helpless girl.
"The basement!" Xander cried out while he frantically searched for some steps. He looked over at everyone else, who started to laugh slightly.
"Xander?" Dawn said. "The Bronze doesn't have a basement."
"I never knew Principal Wood kept references to the occult in the library like Mr. Giles had" Vi said while searching through the stacks. Andrew was off in his own little world, looking at some Dungeon and Dragons manuals.
"Well, his mother was a Slayer" Anya reminded as she scanned the books, picking out the ones that would actually be helpful to them. "Now, let's all shut up and do this."
"Amy!" Buffy repeatedly called out, retracing their steps to see if they could find any clues about the witch's whereabouts. Normally, she'd be worried about looking like a freak, what with the whole screaming somebody's name in the early morning thing, but the town was virtually empty. There was no reason to be embarrassed. She looked over at Spike, who was using his leather duster as a shield to block out the sun.
Spike didn't know how long he could stay flame-free. "Could we please get to some place less threatening to my kind?" the vampire asked impatiently.
For about five seconds, Buffy looked back and forth between the alley they were traveling through and Spike. She put her hand on her hair, feeling like she needed to pull out some strands again. "I guess. There's nothing we can do now."
Suddenly, a man in a gray suit materialized before them. "What now?" Buffy asked, thinking that this was one of The First's various incarnations. "By the way, that tie so doesn't go with that sports jacket."
The man just laughed. "I was told you'd be sassy. Anyhoo, I'm here to tell you there is no need to worry about Amy Madison." He adusted his tie then looked down at it for a few seconds.
Spike noticed the briefcase the man was carrying, along with the insigna 'W & H.' "Uh, Buffy..."
Buffy noticed it too, about a second before Spike told her. "Wolfram & Hart...."
"Precisely. Now there's no need to concern yourselves with the witch any longer. We have it under control." The man smiled. "You have other things to worry about. Trust me." And with that, the suit flashed out.
Buffy sighed in disgust. "This is just greeeeeat." She rubbed the top of her nose. "I-I can't think about anything right now. Let's just get some rest."
Spike nodded while gently putting his arm around the slayer. "My place then?"
Buffy shook her head. "No, my place. I think we both graduated from creepy crypt sex." She smiled and kissed his cheek.
The text in the pages began to blur as Anya read on. She was about to lay her head down and fall asleep like Vi and Andrew next to her, but a single line popped her awake. "Oh...my...God" Anya said. She re-read the passage a dozen times before hurrying to the phone and calling Dawn's cell.
The four stood in silence at the bronze, trying to figure out what to do. "Okay, so it's a basement somewhere else. A basement we haven't seen before. Yeah, that really helps!" Xander said, scolding his own power.
Dawn just stared blankly in space. "I-I just wish Willow was here to do a locator spell. I don't-" She was then cut off by her phone ringing. "Oh, Cellie!"
Faith arched a brow, crossing her arms while leaning on one of the Bronze's support beams. "You named your cell phone?"
Ignoring Faith's question, Dawn flipped open her cell phone and answered it. "Hello?" she greeted. "Oh Anya- hey! Oh you did? Awesome! I thought we were supposed to meet up later though. Oh, oh I see. Oh yeah, he's here." Dawn gave the phone to Xander.
"What's up babe?" Xander said. "So, you found a way to make Giles HUMAN again, not just bring back his soul? That's great!" He smiled at his comrades and gave them all a thumbs up. He then listened at how they were actually going to make this happen. More specifically, he. Xander couldn't believe his ears. "Are you in anyway kidding? Do you really think I'm going to do that?"
Dawn, Faith and Jeff curiously listened to Xander.
"I-I don't know hon" Xander continued. "I mean, that's a lot. Yeah, I was the one who wanted to save him but, Oy! That's just...wow. Can we talk about this later? I'll need time to think about it." As Anya raged on, not shutting up for a second- Xander clicked off the cell phone. "Uh, love you too!" he said after he hung up. He gave the phone back to Dawn.
The four just stood there in silence for what seemed like forever.
"Weelllll?" Dawn asked. "What happened? How do we save Giles?"
Xander started to nervously pace back and forth. He thought of something. "Uh, I have to go. Somewhere..."
Xander jogged out of the Bronze. Jeff tried to follow, but he pushed him back away.
Faith and Dawn just looked at each other. "Okaaaay" Dawn said. She yawned.
"Let's just go back to B's pad" Faith said. "We really need some sleep."
Buffy opened the door to her house. Spike followed close behind, throwing off his coat. "Finally!" he said. He look over at Buffy, who started to remove her sweater.
"Hmm, you sure want to get into the action right away, pet" Spike said as he hugged Buffy from behind.
Buffy just smiled. "No, Spike. I need to shower." She turned around. "Take off all your clothes" she told him. "I'll be ready for you when I get back."
Spike sighed. "Okay, but I've been waiting a long time for this. You know...when we both really want it." He smiled at her and they shared a soft kiss.
Buffy stroked his cheek. "I know, William. I know." She then walked upstairs.
Forty-five minutes had passed and Spike really wanted to follow Buffy to see what was taking so long. He was horny and he knew that she wanted it. But he couldn't follow her, considering that was the place where he tried to- No, he couldn't think about it. That was about power, this was different...it was different he kept telling himself.
Spike looked down at himself, fully naked and hard. Maybe if he wanked it a bit, that would ease some of his anxiety. He was about to, but then Buffy walked down the stairs in her night gown.
Her face looked red as she bit her lip. She noticed Spike standing there naked there and almost wanted to laugh, but couldn't. Instead, she just sighed and looked at him with hurt eyes. "Spike, I-"
Spike put his arms around her. "Are you worried that I'll hurt you again? I promise I won't. Not ever. You hear me?"
Buffy backed away, pulling Spike's arms off her. "No, it's not that." She looked at him. "I led you on, I know, but while I took a shower I couldn't help but think of the time you tried to do you-know-what and then..." She burst into tears. "Then I thought that you may be the last person I do it with and I don't want that to happen. I don't love you."
The vampire's jaw dropped. He really thought this was his chance with Buffy, but it was shattered right in front of him. Again. For like the millionth time. You'd think Spike would be used to it by now. "But...all those things you said. What the UGGGH..." He screamed like the chip was still in his head. "Oh Slayer, why must you play with my emotions so?" He shook his head, fighting every urge he had to slap the shit out of her.
Buffy just looked on. "Spike, I made a mistake. I didn't mean-"
Spike ignored Buffy as he got dressed. He thought he was his own man, but once again, Buffy managed to play with his mind. He went in her living room and grabbed the blanket that was on her coach so he wouldn't be flayed while walking back to his crypt.
Buffy opened her mouth, about to say something else, but it was too late. The door was slammed in her face. Buffy just looked on, watching Spike through her window. A sad song played in her head and it was then she realized she just needed to sleep. Wiping away tears, Buffy walked over to her couch.
Spike flipped through the channels, trying to find some choppy cable porn to get off to. It was a hobby that he had for awhile, ever since the city got back its power. "Just look at me" Spike said after he found nothing that turned him on. "Can't get a girl...no, no. Girl can't get me. I'm too good for those bitches." He took off his shirt then looked down at his tight body. "You hear me?" he said seductively while giving his nipples a little tweak. "They're too good for you."
Spike angrily threw the remote into his TV, breaking the screen with his vampire strength. His sudden rage was interrupted by a knock on his door. Spike turned around. "Go away!" he shouted. "I'm not gonna listen to any of your half-ass apologies."
Xander walked in. "Now, would I ever say sorry to you?" Xander snarked. "Just figured you'd need some company."
"Go away" Spike ordered again.
Xander just laughed. "Okay, is this the part where you tell me to Get out, get out, get out like the Dawnster?" Xander walked further into his crypt. "Not a bad place you got here. Could use a window or two, but not bad considering."
"You've been here before, you wanker" Spike said while Xander slowly circled in front of him.
The carpenter noticed Spike's shirt was off and he couldn't help but stare at his chest. He kept staring at Spike, feeling his heart beat faster.
Spike took notice to that. "See anything you like Harris?" Spike said. He spread open his legs, and grabbed his crotch through his jeans while licking his lips at Xander.
"Okay, that's just nasty!" Xander said, trying to ignore the rising blood in his own organ. It was like time had stood still for a few seconds before Xander leaped on top of Spike. He felt Spike's smooth chest under his finger tips as they slowly rubbed their way up and down his body. Caught up in the moment, Spike ripped Xander's shirt open and spat on his neck before lapping it up with his pointed tongue. Xander caressed Spike's hair and tilted his own head back with a moan, savoring the delicious wetness of the vampire's tongue invading his skin.
Spike then grabbed Xander by the ears, noticing that they would make good handles for an activity that they would no doubt be doing later. The vampire then violently pulled Xander's face toward his and the two interlocked their hungry tongues. "Fuck Harris..." Spike backhanded the chair out of the way and it went flying toward the wall while while he slammed Xander on the floor. He looked into Xander's eye, kissing him over and over again while taking off his belt. There was just no stopping it now. Xander and Spike were going to have sex.
A few hours later....
Fully naked, Spike woke up in a jolt. He looked over at Xander, who was snoring away peacefully. "Bloody hell" Spike said. He then noticed something. Something he hadn't noticed in over two centuries. His heartbeat.
(Author's note: Due to Fan not allowing NC-17 rated fic, I couldn't go through with the sex scene as much as I wanted. My apologies to any Ho-Yay fans out there!)