Title: Sex , Drugs, and Rock & Roll
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The prophecy begins to unfold. B/S/G & a teensy bit of W/X
Disclaimer: I don't own them etc etc etc... damn you, Joss! The quote/lyrics at the beginning belong to a little band called The Spill Canvas love
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Chapter 1
"The chemistry between us could destroy this place..."
The hours were passing at a tortoise pace. Most of the Scooby gang had given up on burying their noses in the various books that littered the magic shop. Giles was set on finding out when the prophecy would supervene. The rest of them were practically bored to tears.
Anya emitted a fake yawn, but when no one acknowledged her, she did it again. Willow rolled her eyes and allowed her eyes drift to the now sleeping Xander.
His arm was folded beneath his head as a makeshift pillow atop a book. A closer look revealed a comic book he had secretly concealed within the book. It didn't suprise Willow. Xander was never really one for much research. Back in the library days, most of the time he'd stare at the nude drawings that depicted certain Gods and Goddesses pretending to be enraptured in the dusty old pages simply for the world's sake. She had found it silly yet endearing then and she found it endearing now.
"Hello? I'm bored," Anya's voice snapped Willow out of her reverie and woke Xander. He held his head up with his hand and glanced around the room. Buffy had been apparently sleeping too, and from the looks of it, it wasn't very restful. Every so often her face would scrunch up in some kind of emotional discomfort and she would shift in her chair. He wondered what she could be dreaming about and with a quick glance at Spike, Xander knew that they shared common questions.
In Buffy's dream, she was fighting a rather large demon. What the demon was, she had no idea. Never had she seen such a thing but it was nasty and its claws were like razors slicing through the air. She sent a kick to its chest, knocking it down. It recovered quickly and when she went to hit it again, it grabbed her arm and spun her. Buffy yelped in pain and tried to break free, but when she turned her head, the demon had somehow metamorphed into Spike.
Spike spun her around to face him and pulled her tiny form flush against his own. He captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues battled just as Buffy had battled the demon before. Her body reacted to him and as icy as his touch was, she felt as if she were in fact ablaze. It burned her from the inside out.
She felt a presence behind her, and expecting it to be the hideous demon again, she turned quickly only to be faced with none other than Giles. No, this wasn't Giles. This was Ripper. His hands grabbed at her hips and he in turn crushed her lips with equal if not more ferocity than Spike.
Both having the frivolous human need for oxygen, they parted with groans but it was then that Buffy realized all three of them were naked and the tiny slayer was embedded between the two English men as they moved together in a primal display of lust. Buffy felt both of them within her, filling her completely from both sides. Her nipples rubbed against her watcher's chest and Spike's fingers dug into her hips as he thrust into her with a tenacity only a vampire could possess.
The three neared their release, and Buffy threw her head back preparing for the Earth to come crashing down around her. That is when she felt Spike's fangs sink deep within her neck. Her body spasmed in release as Giles groaned in her ear, "Ah, I think I've got it now,"
"Buffy? Buffy!" Giles stared down at the blonde who was arching her back and making small whimpering noises in her sleep. He leaned forward and gently touched her shoulder.
Buffy came careening out of her dream and awoke with a violent start. She stared around, bewildered before looking up at Giles with wide eyes.
"Buffy? Are, are you alright? You seemed to, to be having a, ah, a bad dream as it were," his face showed nothing but concern, but his groin stirred. How any male could not have a reaction the sounds she was making was impossible, and Giles thought that she must have effected Xander and Spike as well, but he did not look around for fear of being obvious.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. That's what it was. A bad dream," she pushed her hair back from her face and released a deep sigh before turning her full attention back to Giles, "So what were you saying?"
"I said, I think I've got it now," Giles turned away from the beautiful girl he had known for so many years and addressed the whole group, "If my calculations are, indeed, ah, correct. Th-then the Order of, of Amoreleus shall transpire, well, tomorrow night,"
"Well, that sounds like fun," Spike smacked his lips together and rose to his feet, his duster falling down around his form. Buffy found herself admiring that very form and as her mind wandered back to her erotic dream, she felt her inner muscles attempt to grasp at something that wasn't there-- something that she desperately wanted to be there.
She found herself once again reacting to the mental images of being between her watcher and her mortal enemy. She barely heard Giles's orders for the gang to get to their homes, rest up, and try to stay within eachother's company tomorrow night. It seemed that Giles felt everyone would be safer if they stayed together, but little did her realize that the extra company would only fuel the inevitable chaos that was about to occur.
The group said their goodbyes and headed their respective ways. Buffy went to the graveyard to do a late night patrol before she would finally retire for the night. Anya stayed at the magic shop to count the money for the day and help Giles re-organize all the books. Xander walked Willow home.
Spike was walking to his crypt, thinking to himself. His mind wandered from the fun and havoc that would soon fill the town of Sunnyhell to the slayer. His slayer. It then wandered from her blonde hair to her hazel eyes to her luscious pouty lips and finally to the breathtaking form she had. He always admired her body-- ever since the first night he saw her dancing at the Bronze. Of course, then he was too worried about who had the biggest wrinklies, but as time went on he saw Buffy as a worthy opponent, and then as a secret friend, and finally an object of desire and emotion; emotion he hadn't felt since Drusilla. When he had still been hanging around with Harmony, he would imagine she was the Slayer. He figured it wouldn't be too hard. Over a century of experience gave him a vivid imagination and he thought theblonde hair would help but it was never quite satisfactory and something within him knew that the real thing would be well above satisfactoryin the very least.
His musings were interrupted by the sounds of fighting. Knowing exactly what it was, he sauntered over to the site where Buffy was beating the hell out of a fledgling. This seemed curious to him. She apparently had some built up stress or something. There were no witty quips, no lines, just pain for the new vampire and pleasure for the slayer. The only thing that Spike knew for sure was that it was equal parts frightening as well as sexy.
Buffy sensed Spike's presence and decided to end the show for fear of rousing any suspicion. The last thing she needed was anyone worrying that perhaps she hadn't entirely gotten over everything, and she didn't want to explain that the tension she needed to release was of the sexual persuasion over two British men she'd known for years now.
Quickly staking the vampire, she spun on her heels before it had even turned to dust and waved to the bleach blonde vampire.
"Good night, Spike. Try not to eat anyone important. I don't want to have to kill you," Buffy smiled sweetly and swiftly disappeared from sight before Spike could even respond.
Spike smirked and spoke to the air, "You already do, love," He stared at the horizon which was beginning to turn blue. Sunrise was on its way. In just another twelve or so hours, Spike would have a real chance at having his Slayer... and eating her too!