Title: Sex , Drugs, and Rock & Roll
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's the night of the prophecy... and things start getting interesting. B/S in this chapter
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Chapter 2
"Gotta hand it to ya, Goldilocks. You do have bleeding tragic taste in men,"
--Spike; Goodbye Iowa, Season Four
The day was spent almost normally for everyone. There wasn't really much they could do to prepare except go about their usual business and wait, but as evening moved in the group split into their previously planned groups. Anya stayed at the magic shop with Giles, Xander and Willow stayed at Xander's apartment, and Buffy and Spike would be walking the streets the second the sun set. They were prepared to control any situation that might break out by any means necessary.
Giles thanked his lucky stars that Buffy was not around. It would be easier to curb what he thought were completely unnatural desires as long as she stayed away. Besides, he thought, what could destroy burning passion better than Anya?
He sat in the back room, busying himself with his books. The only sound throughout the shop was Anya gleefully counting the bills in the cash register. He glanced at his watch. It was quarter past seven. The sun would certainly be setting at any moment. Now, the only thing left to do would be to wait and pray that nothing went terribly awry.
Willow plopped down next to Xander on the couch as they waited for a movie to start. Both Giles and Buffy advised them to stay in for the night. There was no arguing with the superhero and her boss. It was practically suicide to argue anyway. Although it was quite a change to not be right out there on the front lines alongside their friend, they had already figured to themselves that between twice-killed slayer, and centuries old vampire, the hellmouth was in pretty good hands tonight.
"Cut it out," Buffy slapped Spike's hand away from her ear. They'd been walking for only a couple minutes but it was quite clear that Spike was already bored. He began amusing himself by annoying the slayer at his side. She stopped and turned to face him, "Were you born mentally challenged or did this happen over years and years of drinking some kind of contaminated blood?"
"Sorry to disappoint you but I never drank contaminated blood, love. I did once feed on one of those hippies at Woodstock, I spent the next--" Buffy cut him off.
"Save it, Spike. I rather not take a trip with you down memory lane. It'd be way too long and probably way too disturbing for my tastes," she shook her head as if trying to rattle the images from her mind, but when she closed her eyes, all Buffy could see was Spike and Giles ravishing her completely. Her eyes shot open, and avoiding eye contact with the blonde vampire, she began to walk swiftly ahead of him. She feared he would smell her arousal.
"Cor," Spike stared after the slayer for a moment, trying to register in his brain if what his hypersensitive sense of smell was what he thought it was. As he stood there in his stupor for a moment, his thoughts turned from light confusion to dark, heady lust. His eyes narrowed as he watched her hips sway back and forth. He wanted her, and he wanted her right then and there.
Spike took a few long strides before he caught up to the tiny blonde, he spoke in a self-assured voice, "Slayer, you're turned on," Buffy looked at him, her eyes wide at first before narrowing into deadly slits. She didn't say a word though.
"Come on, love. I can smell it. You," he paused, leaning forward so his lips brushed against her ear lobe. He nipped at it lightly before he nuzzled her neck. She tensed slightly, but when she felt nothing but the feel of his cool lips against her feverish skin, a small moan escaped her lips, "Are most definitely aroused. And I must wonder, what exactly is the cause of this reaction in you. What's got you all hot and bothered, Buffy?" The way he said her name sent shivers up her spine and she turned her head to look into his eyes.
No sooner than she did, however, her own intense passions awoke in her and she threw herself upon Spike in a flurry of rough kisses and playful bites. He returned her fervor appreciatively, his hands roaming. The demon within him was half disgusted, half delighted. Spike himself, however, was all delighted and it was beginning to show.
Buffy felt something hard against her thigh and mewled in satisfaction. It spoke volumes to her-- that she could illicit this reaction out of him. She suddenly felt herself being forced up against a brick building, and Buffy thanked God for alleyways and all the unholy things that could be done in them. Spike let up on the kissing, mindful of the fact that she was alive, and completely grateful that she was as well. His mouth explored her neck, down to her collarbone where he left trails of wet kisses and tiny nips across her chest.
Her breath was heavy, and she arched her back. There was nothing that she wanted more than this suddenly. It was all so clear to her. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Her deepest desires had surfaced and she found herself simultaneously content and desperate for more. Nothing could be better than this. Well, nothing except...
There was a sudden scream. The twosome broke apart. It seemed that some wild commotion had erupted and although their inner voices screamed at them to ignore it and continue their play, their strong will made them capable of dashing out of the alley to find a large group of vampires attempting a massacre that reminded Spike of a very poor vampire's Prague.
Buffy could almost laugh at the site before her. It was a group of 9 vampires, and at least 6 of them were just newly turned, and while they struck fear into the hearts of the people they were planning to prey on, Buffy was amused.
"Some great prophecy gives you guys a bunch of crazy willpower to do anything you want, and this is what you do?" she smiled slightly, "I guess what you really want is to get your asses kicked," one vampire lunged at her with her last word. Buffy's cat-like reflexes sprung into action as she side-stepped the vampire, plunging a stake into his back. As he exploded into dust, the rest of the vampires, blinded by their sudden yearning to do what any vampire would deeply want-- to kill the slayer, all at once attacked Buffy which overwhelmed her for a moment.
Spike, sensing her hesitance began taking out the vamps himself in an attempt to lessen the load. It seemed that it was extremely hard to focus on the task at hand, when all he wanted was to delve into her hot depths.
Buffy was also distracted by her own dark thoughts, and even between the two of them, it took them quite some time to slay a group of vampires it normally would have been a piece of cake to be rid of. They weren't lacking in battle wounds, and it seemed they weren't about to be lacking in battles either, with the hellmouth as well as with themselves.