A/N: Based in season 6. Buffy died and came back.She and Spike are sleeping together. Dawn's the key and steals and all that other crap.

It's rated 'R' for future sexual references. It actually gets too graphic in sex scenes that I'm going to have to censor it and put it on adultfanfic. So when the time comes and you want to read it, I'll give you the site and you can. Of course you have to be 18 or older and blah blah blah.


Spike walked into the Summer's house. Angel told Buffy that he needed to see her, so she was off in LA. She didn't look back as she boarded the bus. But she did tell Spike to go and baby-sit Dawn for a couple of days.

So, he was sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels at three o'clock in the morning. Dawn was sleeping upstairs and he was bored out of his bloody mind.

Then he came to the Spice channel. And being bored was the last thing from his mind.

He shifted on the couch, making sure he was comfortable and turned the TV on mute. He was maybe a monster, but he wasn't inconsiderate and besides, porn music always weirded him out.

The two girls on the screen reminded him of two sisters that he tortured in Prague. The man reminded him of Angelus with the long, flowy hair and the broadness of his chest. He licked his dry lips when he thought about it.

Unknown to popular belief, Angelus and him were quite the pair of lovers. There was never a night that William and him weren't sharing a bed. That's why he was even turned. Angelus fell in love with him and slowly seduced him into turning. No watcher book knew it, but William was turned in the throes of passion. He lost his virginity and gained immortality in one night.

It was quite the first time.

Spike started at the TV, watching the blonde take all of the man in her ass. The brunette was underneath the couple and sucking on the blonde. He never was much for porn, finding it too played out and never satisfying enough. But he hadn't been with Buffy in over a day. He felt like he was going through withdrawal. He slipped his hands down his pants as he watched the girl and the guy banging into each other making inaudible noises.

Suddenly, he hears the floor boards crack and looks up.

It was Dawn in a white tank top that had risen past her belly button and black velour pants which rode low on her hips. Her hair was mused as if she just had been shagged. He knew it wasn't the case and just had woken up. He caught a swift sent of arousal that poured off of her.

He slipped his hand out of his pants and turned his body toward her.

"Yes?" he asked his voice and husky. He tried to clear his throat so it didn't sound so needy.

She shifted her weight from side to side and bit her lip as if she was uncomfortable.

"Can you please turn down the porn? Some people are trying to sleep."

His eyes grew wide, but not in embarrassment.

"What?" he asked.

"I can hear it and you from all the way upstairs. You're so bloody loud." She paused and crossed her hands a crossed her chest. "I'm happy that the guy reminds you of Angelus and the two girls someone you killed. And I'm happy you get so turned on by that guy backdooring the blonde. But please...turn your mouth off and just jack off silently to it."

He started at her, everything being confused in his head. He never had heard that type of language from her. She was virginal and innocent and...she shouldn't know what backdooring was.

"Nibblet, it's been on mute the whole time."

"No it hasn't. It couldn't have been. I've been listening to you for the last ten or so minutes," she stated.

She didn't understand where he was going at. Something popped into his head. And if he would have had a heart, it would have stopped.

"Tell me something. What did the man look like?" he asked, an idea forming in his mind.

"He was about Angel's build," she started her voice informative and automatic. "His hair was brown and down to his broad shoulders. He had brown eyes, too. And he did this cute little thing with his lip when he exploded and-"

Both of their eyes were wide and she went silent.

"Niblet?"

He could tell that she was a little bit scared.

"Spike? How did I? I mean, I wasn't down here and I knew what he looked like. And," she said in a fast rush. She was breathing too fast and almost hyperventilated.

She walked over to where Spike was and sat on the couch beside him. He fought the urge to take her in his arms and comfort her.

"I thought I was going crazy," she whispered to the air. "I was dreaming about Buffy in all sorts of nasty ways and Angelus. I was dreaming of him too." She gave a side glance to Spike. "Not that I minded dreaming of Angelus..." she says under her breath, but he hears her and gives her a small glare. But she doesn't see him.

"We have to figure this out Spike. We have too," she plead.

He nodded his head silently. He had to figure this out. He had a thought of why this was happening, but it didn't make sense on how it happened.

"I think we're linked, pet," he finally said after, what seemed, hours of sitting in the dark.

"Hmm?" she mechanically said. She turned her head as what he said sunk into her brain. "I mean. How can we be linked? I only see and hear what you do."

He leaned back into the chair.

"No. No. I just know how to bloody close my mind. This is all new to you and you're all vulnerable, which is why you get everything you do," he stated, knowing it made sense. He had felt a connection started, but thought it was just his Sire, so he blocked it.

"I don't like the thought of you in me, Spike," she said innocently. Spike, on the other hand, took it another way.

His nostrils flared and he licked his wet lips.

Dawn's eyes opened wide as she was assaulted by his very, dirtied thoughts.

"Spike!" she yelled trying to cover her eyes as if it would stop. Sadly, they didn't. He chuckled.

"I'm sorry, pet. You just can't say something like that and bloody well not get a reaction."

She smiled to herself as she remembered all the things she saw.

They were all staring her.

"I'll make you a deal?" he started and waited for her attention. "You go to sleep and I'll go to sleep, that way we have no more interruptions. And then tomorrow, I'll teach you how to control this. Yeah?"

She softly nodded her head and moved off the couch. Walking up the stairs, Spike glanced at her ass. It looked good swaying in those velour pants. He wouldn't mind...

"Spike!" she screamed, but with humor in her voice. She shook her head and covered her butt with her hands.

This was going to be interesting, Spike thought as he ran his hand through his hair.


Understand everything now? It's still jumbled and things. I hope you like it.