(Takes place during 'I only have eyes for you')

From his position in his wheelchair Spike all but grimaced when he saw Drusilla wander into the atrium in the mansion. He noticed that Angelus's attention perked up when he noticed her. He knew what was coming. The wanker acting like he owned the building and the whole world with it. He was truly not in the mood for this. Drusilla sifts through the dirt in one of the large planters. "Maybe I'll sleep underground," Drusilla announced to no one and everyone. She had a habit of speaking her mind or what was left of it. "Dig myself a little burrow."

"What about your pretty dress, sweet?" Spike questioned playfully having long since become use to Dru's random comments. "It'll get all dirty."

"Then I'll sleep naked! Like the animals do!" Drusilla replied.

Getting up from his position on the bench Angelus decided to join in with the conversation. "You know, I'm suddenly liking this plan." He added cockily as Drusilla lies down on the ground in front of the planter.

Spike's features hardened. "Fortunately, nobody cares what you like, mate." Spike sneered at him. He was more than a little fed up of Angelus's antics and playfulness around Dru. He was acting way too interested in her for Spike's liking. He glared at Angelus, the man that was his sire in all but blood.

"Oh, yeah?" Angelus replied casually. "Let's ask Dru." He slides off of the bench and crouches, looking at Drusilla. Spike couldn't help but feel the jealously rise up within him.

Drusilla begins to laugh as she has a vision. "There's a gate!" She said as she rolls onto her back, laughing. "It's opening!" She moved getting to her knees.

"Incoming?" Angelus questioned. "I love when she does this." Peaches was looking like a proud parent. Proud parent? He tortured the woman and drove her insane to the point where she broke her and then made her immortal just to keep her in this state as a work of art.

Getting back to the matter at hand Spike slowly wheeled towards them. "What gate, pet? What do you see?"

Drusilla bounced gleefully like a little child wanting to get candy. "It's black. It wants her." She hummed.

Angelus crawled up behind her. "Wants who?" he asked.

"The Slayer," Dru confirmed seeing the vision of the blond girl so clear as day. "It's time, Angel." Drusilla announced as she stands up. "She's ready for you now." She swayed back and forth dreamily, a soft smile playing on her lips. She bit at the air playfully. "She's dancing. Dancing with death."

"Big deal. He won't do anything. Our man Angel here likes to talk but he's not much for action. All hat and no cattle." Spike said glaring at the elder vampire who was in many ways his teacher along with being his rival. The decades that that he had spent with Angelus after Dru sired him had moulded Spike into the vampire he was now. Angelus was one of the best teachers, along with being one of the strongest of vampires in the game. But he was and still is evil, sadistic, and still a prick of galactic proportions.

Angelus smiled in a patronizing manner while he grabs Dru's waist. "I don't know about that." He turns her around. "I think this whole Slayer thing has run its course," Angel said as crouches down by her. "I'm ready to focus my energy elsewhere."

"Really?" Spike replied seething while feeling like he was struck by a sense of De-Ja Vu. He had seen Angelus taunt him about his relationship with Drusilla many times in the past. It makes his skin crawl about the wanker is his ability to manipulate Dru. Angelus knew how Spike felt about Dru. She's my muse, my inspiration, she's my everything. Most people who know of our kind think of us as monsters. Horrible tyrants and creatures addicted to power, but they don't see the gentleness, the kindness, and they love that Dru and I have shared. She made me, took my hand and led me down a different path and yet Angelus still toyed with her right in front of the British vampire's eyes.

"Oh, yeah!" Angelus confirmed enjoying seeing Spike's clearly jealous reaction. He knew full well there were times when Spike could barely tolerate him and others the blond vampire truly hated him. It was all part of the fun. "What, with you being Special Needs Boy, I figure I should stick close to home." He says as he walks his fingers up Dru's thigh and waist. "You and Dru can always use another pair of hands."

Drusilla coos with delight causing Angelus chuckles maniacally and Spike to feel sick. I suppose I should expect it the vampire thinks to himself, he's, her sire. She will always dote on him like a fucking childe. But to see them together day after day is the worst kind of torture. Spike looks at the two of them angrily deciding that as soon as he could, he would go and find his own fun.

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Panic gripped her! Fear! Was she forever scarred!? It was worse than before! Her face was ruined and she would never step out into the outside again! Her life was ruined! Those snakes had destroyed her life! Strong hands gripped her arms and stopped her from waving them around madly into the air. "Cordelia!" Spike hissed at her and the young woman stopped seeing the bleached blond vampire.

"Spike?" She asked confused at seeing the vampire before her. She quickly spun around to face the mirror again, but the snake bite was gone, and her face was fine again. She breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, his reflection was not there thanks to being a member of the vampire club, so she had to turn to face him to see his confused expression. "I thought that… I mean I saw that… my face was all swollen and icky!" she explained as she checked her face again and seemed happy it was snake bite free.

"Hellmouth up to her old tricks again?" Spike mused before making a face. "What's that smell?" Eyeing her.

Ignoring his question and once again cursing Willow for making such a smelly object and demanding Cordelia wear it she whipped around to face him. "What are you doing here? The others are here! Buffy is here! You got a death wish!" Cordelia growled at him trying to keep her voice down.

"Well, you weren't at your fancy pad and so I decided to try my luck here," Spike explained. "As for the slayer being here… I like to live life on the edge!" He shrugged carefree and cocky causing her to roll her eyes at him.

"No wonder Buffy kicked your ass to the point when you couldn't even get back up," Cordelia quipped. Spike's jaw clenched at the statement, but he knew it was true the slayer had ruined many of his plans since he got here mainly by beating him up. "We are here because some ghostly ghouls are haunting the school," she explained. "It caused snakes to appear in the school canteen and there has been a weird vibe with Buffy for the last few hours."

"The slayer off her game?" Spike questioned and then shook his head resisting the temptation. She always seemed to have lady luck on her side. Better to just leave that scab alone and not pick at it.

"She has been acting freaky all day," Cordelia confirmed before checking her watch. "Oh crap! I got a job to do!" Cordelia lights her candle as part of her role to help bind the evil ghost that had been causing all the issues in the last few days as Spike looked on bemused. "I shall *totally* confront and expel all evil," she says with confidence.

Both she and Spike look around, nothing has happened. Wasn't there meant to be a sign or some kind of evidence that the spell had worked? Then slowly they both felt a breeze which blew out the candle. Cordelia watched the smoke drift from the glowing wick feeling very uneasy. They hear a faint buzzing coming from outside the bathroom. It steadily gets louder. The pair exchange a look before they slowly creep to the door. Opening it slightly Spike peeks outside to see a dark swarm of wasps coming towards them at the far end of the hall. "What the hell?" Spike muttered in disbelief stepping back as the wasps began to come into the bathroom. Cordelia cried out as the wasps came at her. Waving them off Spike covered her with his body shielding her. "Come on!" He grunted as he took her arm and pull her out of the bathroom. The wasps were everywhere, and he only had a split second to push her into a science room slamming the door shut.

"Get them off of me!" Cordelia cried eyes closed and hands moving all around to warn off the wasps in the room. Spike moved quickly spotting some spray can and began spraying the room causing the wasps to fall down dead. "Oh my god!" Cordelia spat out coughing because of the spray in the air. "Seriously what is it with me and bugs!?" She growled stomping at some of the wasps that lay on the ground. The events of that bug man assassin not forgotten.

"Guess they don't have the taste of the undead," Spike commented on putting the can away as he decided he had gotten all of them. He turned back to the doorway prying thought the small window and saw thousands of wasps swarming outside. "Well looks like the Scoobies have cleared out," Spike said looking up and down the empty hall save for the swarm of wasps.

At hearing the news Cordelia stumped her foot in frustration pushing pass him to look out and see for herself. "I don't believe them! Don't they count numbers to make sure everyone is accounted for before they leave?!" Cordelia complained while going to the classroom window to glance outside. "Great looks like these stupid wasps are forming some sort of wall! Do you think if I hold up a sign saying, 'I am innocent please let me out' they might buzz away?"

Spike turned to look at her like she had grown two heads. "And you think what the supernatural wasps read English?" He asked in disbelief.

Growling while stomping over to where he stood Cordelia was enraged. "Well, I have to get out of here somehow!"

"You take one step outside they will sting you to death!" Spike remarked causing Cordelia to huff in frustration. "Best stay here wait it out the slayer and her chums will figure something out they always do." He added bitterly before perking up a little looking at her. "Besides I am sure we can come up with some fun here just the two of us." His eyes dark with unmistakable wickedness.

"You don't mean?" She said in disbelief realising his intentions. A soft flush appeared on her cheeks caused by arousal rather than fear. Denying that she wanted his touch was a losing battle. There were a hundred myriad signs to prove it. Oh, the things that Spike did to her that night. A spontaneous and dreamy smile threatened to light up her face. No wonder she'd been a little sore in the morning. Deliciously so.

"Well what else are we going to do now we are stuck here!" Spike grinned at her as he stalked toward her. He leaned in, this time scenting her skin. "You smell so good," he muttered his voice all charm and silky. "Clean, perfumed, so fragrant, and hot with need." Cordelia reacted in surprise that he that he not only noticed the extent of her arousal, but also wanted to make sure she knew that he was fully aware of it. Spike seemed to enjoy seeing her in this way, well there was no use to pretend that she wasn't horny for him. She found herself hitting the top of a high desk and couldn't help but return his grin with one of her own as she slid her hands around his neck as he leaned in. The pair kissed deeply enjoying the taste and feel of each other.

Spike drowned in the taste of her mouth, sipping softly, opening her up to the wild intrusion of his tongue. Sliding both hands up to cup her breasts he'd grunted at the sensation of the soft weight filling his palms. His fingers rasped across silk squeezing gently, eliciting little moans as he brushed up against her peaking nipples. The thought of ripping open that blouse and sinking his teeth into one lace-cupped temptation made him painfully erect. He nuzzled her throat instead and nipped at the mark of his claim with his blunt teeth. Cordelia shuddered nervously but knew better than to pull away. Instead, her hands travelled up the length of his coat before pushing it off him.

Sex with a vampire in a school room... that's just wrong. Big capital letters wrong! Especially when she has to sit in here every day and listen to the teachers drown on... But God, he looks good tonight. Her own short red blouse came off and Spike attacked her neck and shoulders with kisses while undoing her belt. It fell to floor as well as Cordelia worked the buttons on his shirt. She is ferocious with the sensations of his lips and tongue turning her into liquid, her pulse racing instantly with the need for him, the desire to have him, to fuck him into the next century, to warm him with her body. Opening his shirt, she ran her hands down his firm chest and abs enjoying the hardness she felt there.

Pulsing blood flowed just beneath the surface of her warm skin. He wanted it inside him as much as he wanted to be inside her. The taste of her skin and sounds of her moans will have to do. True he might turn her at some point in the future but for now he wanted her warm. She is sensual. savagely sexual and irresistible as she pulled off her red tank top giving him a full-on Cordelia Chase smile enjoying the hunger and desire in his eyes her full breasts encased in a black bra. The pair again crashed into each other kissing and caressing each other with need. Slowly they lowered each other to the floor totally obvious to anything but themselves.

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Cordelia moaned offering herself fully to the moment. This was so crazy, what they're doing. Bad and wrong and not even a little right. It was hot as well. So hot she's panting with her mouth wide open, her tongue moistening her lips. His cool mouth trailed dewdrop kisses tingling across her skin, cool and wet. Spike groans as he thrusts into the cheerleader feeling her heat and wetness all around him. She felt so hot like fire but still he wanted more, wanted to burn in her flames and be nothing but ash in the end of it.

His tongue had dipped into nooks and hollows of her body. His hands slipped-sliding over warm curves, cupping and teasing sensitive flesh until she had all but ordered him to fuck her. Now they were right in the middle of shagging each other senseless on the floor of a classroom, their bodies moving to the rhythmic cadence of her heartbeat.

On a husky moan, Cordelia's legs locked around his. Damn it all, this felt so erotically good. Here she is naked with an equally naked vampire and they're fucking their brains out in the middle of the school classroom where hundreds of students attend classes and teachers teach each day. Not that she would notice if a class was in session as at this moment, she was oblivious to every other sensation but those brought forth by their animalistic desire. "God!" came her moan. It didn't make sense and it didn't need to as all she wanted was him. Her fingers tangled in the short spikes of his hair, his name fell from her lips, pleading completion.

Her sex held his in the fiercest embrace, as tight as he could bare, so slick but he wouldn't have it any other way. Hungrily, he claimed her lips, no longer languidly exploring the soft curves, but in a needy, carnal kiss. One wantonly returned as they tumbled on toward ecstasy. She shuddered in his arms; her body pressed close against his as she felt herself moving towards the edge. So good, he felt so good inside her. It's impossible to resist. Desire mounts rapidly and some part of her admits it's because she knows this is so wrong. But it is what she's wanted this since their abrupt encounter in the alley where his hands stoked a fire inside her he would not put out. Her back arches, head rolling against his. "Spike!" she cries his name rolling off her tongue in a soft plea and she cums hard clenching him hard as the room fades away and her whole-body screams in delight. It was all too much for Spike and he came hard inside her pumping his cum deep inside her body unable to do anything else as her hand gripped his ass hard keeping him there.

He looked down at her eyes and she simply stared back at him basking in the afterglow. She felt deliciously shaken, sated, and feminine as she looked at her dark champion who had just rocked her world. His head snapped up suddenly amber eyes gleaming. "Slayer!"

Alarmed Cordelia's widened like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming Semi-truck as Spike's senses picked up on Buffy nearby. Both turned to the door and saw a figure go past. Scrambling in movement they quickly dislodged, threw their clothes back on in record's time in Cordelia's case however to aid the process she hadn't bothered with her underwear. "Hey!" Cordelia exclaimed as Spike stuffed her bra and panties in his jacket pocket.

"Souvenirs," he winked at her, and she rolled her eyes before grabbing his collar and pulled him down to her face, planting a deep kiss on his lips. His eyes widened in surprise before closing as she smiled against his lips before pulling back. She licked her lips slightly.

"That's a souvenir," she told him and he nodded dumbly and then quickly moved to the window leading outside. Opening it carefully he was pleased to see not a swarm of wasps come flying in and attacking them. "I best get out of here love, after all they expect you here trapped but not us." Besides the longer he stayed out the longer there was a chance Dru might find him gone.

"When can I see you again?" Cordelia asked him eagerly.

He turned and gave her his most charming and knowingly smile. "You keen to book an appointment?" he replied smugly, and she swatted his arm, but it was clearly a sign of affection. "I shall try and be round to your place tomorrow. Can't have my girl alone for too long now can I!" He winked at her, and she smiled back.

"Oh, watch the rose bushes!" She warned him as he started to climb out.

"Piff! My dear I'm a big bad vampire! I have killed more men than smoking! I am hardly afraid of a few bushes!" He announced cockily, mocking her concern, and proceeded to lose his grip and fall headfirst into a bush.

"Well, I did warn you!" Cordelia commented closing the window tight seeing the bleach blond vampire curse and growl as he got scratched from the thorns in the bush.

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Cordelia bit her lip as he heard a soft knock on the balcony door knowing who it would be at this time of night. She found herself at times tonight tingling with the thrill and anticipation of his arrival and sure enough it was Spike. He looked no different than yesterday, clad in that dreadful black trench coat and wearing that devil of a smile he owned. She knew this was wrong. That this was crazy and should be stopped way before it had even started but just being with him was all she could think about now.

He started towards her, but she held up her hand indicating that he should remain away from her. He frowned wondering if this was the moment the cheerleader had finally come to her senses but instead, she merely opened the belt to her silk robe and opened it for his viewing pleasure. Spike's gaze shifted downward roving over her exposed skin and the tantalizing outfit that hugged her body in ways only his hands could improve upon. Looking at her in awe he couldn't help but think that she belonged to him. Every inch of her. Every lush curve now bound by a leather corset. It propped up her breasts in their demi-cups barely covering the darker tint of her areolas with some stretchy material that didn't seem to belong there. Matching bikini panties left the soft curve of her lower belly exposed while a dark garter belt held tight to the silky stockings covering her long legs.

It never hurt to dress to impress, and Cordelia knew this was an outfit to drive a man wild. She had gone back on forth about wearing something like this more about debating why she would be doing it rather than questioning if she could pull it off. She knew she would look good, but it was why would she dress up for Spike? Because she wanted to was the simple and straightforward answer, she kept on coming back to. She never ever did anything she did not want to, not in her life ever. And being with Spike in moments like this where no different. She wanted to be here, wanted him here and wanted them to be together.

Saying nothing, Spike's eyes bore into her own surrounding Cordelia in their dark depths sucking her in with the inescapable power of a black hole. Primal. Irresistible. Dark. Sensual. She barely noticed when he began to slowly move towards her, his strong hands settled on her shoulders. His thumbs tucked under the silk material, bunching it up in his fists to slowly peel it away from her skin.

Cordelia felt the silk float down her upper arms gathering at her bent elbows as she dragged her tongue over her suddenly dry lips as she realized that she could not move even if she wanted to. He held her close, but her legs felt like jelly. Spike lifted a hand to her hair, tossing away the comb that held the twist in place. Her hair fell loose tumbling into his hand. Pulling her against him, his cool skin soothed the fire burning her cheeks as one hand came up to cup her jaw and his face pressed against hers in order to bring her scent closer.

He didn't say anything merely drink in the sight of her looking at her in such a way that it made her feel priceless and like a treasure. "Spike," his name sounded as a wanton whisper, forbidden and unstoppable. Still he didn't reply not even when she let the robe drop to the ground. "Do something please!" she half begged the need for him so getting out of control.

"Do what?" He asked her while moving his hands down to curve over her firm buttocks. "Want you? Touch you? Need you?"

"Yes anything," Cordelia's eyes blazed with lust even as her voice sounded out the word that served as an answer to all of those questions. The need for him, the desire to have his hands over her skin, his cock inside her made her feel like she was losing her mind.

"Well pet, only since you asked nicely then," Spike said then an instant his mouth closed over hers. Cordelia moaned into his mouth as his lips captured hers. All she could think of as she hungrily kissed him back was that was him and him alone. Those large hands of his were massaging her ass, cupping the cheeks directly beneath her panties now. He angled himself so that his hard-on rubbed along her aching centre. By the time Spike pulled his mouth away from hers, Cordelia's head was spinning with arousal.

Grabbing him, Cordelia wrapped her arms around his neck and met his descending mouth with her own. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth tasting her as Cordelia let out a tiny moue of pleasure and curled her fingers into his hair. Spike's cool tongue darted into her mouth massaging hers and running across her sensitive palate before moving back so that his lips could slide across hers. Spike broke the kiss only to lean down to the inviting valley of Cordelia's breasts dipping his dyed head low to lap up the sweetness on her succulent flesh. A strangled gurgle sounded from her throat at the sensation of his tongue delving into her cleavage. Then his hands crept up to join his mouth as they curled around her plump breasts. In a matter of seconds, the vampire manipulated the stretchy material covering their upper curves tucking it into the leather half-cups beneath and exposing her fully to his heated gaze.

The pair made out again rubbing, caressing, and enjoying the feel of each other. Despite the coolness of him she felt like her skin was on fire. The vampire pushed her down on the bed and came over fully intend on carrying on until dawn, but she pushed away and on his back. Cordelia kissed him softly, and then sat on his lap, straddling him as she kissed him.

"Do you know how crazy you made me feel?" she kissed him deeply and ground her hips into his crotch. He groaned and ran his hands up her sides. Here they were again in her house getting up to no good while her parents were once again out of town. here, with a bad boy who her father would never approve of even before he was made aware of Spike's vampire status, doing things her father would never approve of. What was this? Teenage rebellion? A love spell gone wrong again? The first sign of madness? Who cares! She was Cordelia Chase, and she could do whatever and whoever she wanted.

"It's a good feeling to have," He replied. "The chaos, the wildness, the passion. She licked down the side of his face in agreement, and then slid down off the bed and between his legs. She felt his erection beneath his jeans and rubbed it softly. "Oh...Cordy..." he moaned.

"You can make me scream in so many ways I thinking it is only fair we see what makes you beg and scream, don't you?" Cordelia purred and unbuttoned his fly.

"Uh...Yes?" Spike replied thinking it was Christmas and all his dreams had come true.

"I thought you would agree," she said, pulling down his zipper. The bulge looked even larger with just his boxers between them. She grinned then, feeling deliciously naughty. Her delicate hands reached in his boxers, and she felt the throbbing muscle within. She pulled him out, and grinned. Even if she hadn't known perfectly well that he loved this, the proof was right in front of her in her hands. Wanting to enjoy the game and drive him crazy she let her hands, lips, and tongue wander everywhere and anywhere – except one place. All the time she teased him she would sneak a look or two at his face, noting that he'd caught his lower lip between his teeth and that his eyes were closed, his expression intent. He tolerated it at first, then drew in air he didn't need so he could begin gasping and groaning but still not insisting, until she worked her way down to his thighs without ever addressing her attentions to the bit of him that he'd particularly he expected her to give attention.

He put out his hands to guide her, but she shook him off, slipping her own hand under one leg and running it up and down from ass to knee until she felt his muscles twitch beneath her fingertips. "Bloody hell, woman, where are you going?" he demanded. "Seems to me you're missing the crucial spot."

A laugh escaped her parted lips as her mouth moved up his body again, but only to concentrate on the soft crease where hip met thigh. "Balls!" he bellowed.

"No need to shout instructions Mr Grumpy," she replied. "I'll get there in a little while. If you're a good boy." He swore vehemently, and she said sternly. "Now that was naughty," and her mouth moved further up, towards his ribs, where there was an old scar that fascinated her. She'd long since noted that most of Spike's scars were on his chest, testaments to his preference for meeting trouble head on.

He was particularly sensitive, if not downright ticklish, at that particular scar, and a moment later he was bawling with mingled frustration and laughter, complaining that she was torturing him, dragging him through hell, she was a bitch, a witch, a siren, a worse demon than he was. He ended the rant with a final, desperate, "Please!"

Cordelia grinned. She had been right all along. When it came to killing Buffy was the slayer but when it came to dating… she was the slayer. "Well, since you've finally remembered the magic word…" Finally, moving down Cordelia ran her tongue across the tip before slipping him into her mouth, her lips wrapped around the bulbous head. Spike groan and his head hit the pillow as he gave up all control and gave it all to Cordelia Chase.