Disclaimer: I do NOT own Buffy the vampire slayer or its characters. I make no money from this.

Warnings: General spoilers for season four and five. Spoilers: Season four and five.

Harmony had been a mistake, and not one of his better ones. Not that the bint was smart enough to realize it. No, she had latched right on to him and refused to let go. Course, there were some parts of that he couldn't say were bad exactly. Still, he had regretted the moment he had picked her up and still did. She was daft and bloody awful to be around. That was one woman he was glad he didn't understand. Sex, she was good at that and clueless enough that she didn't care, or notice, that was all he needed her for.

Spike was startled out of his musing as Harmony stormed into the crypt.

"Can't we get a nicer place? Like the other one, when you were after the gem thingy?" she whined, her face scrunching up in distress the way only the high maintenance could.

"Harm," Spike spat out from clenched teeth, "I've explained several times. Things. Have. Changed."

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Harm pouted, put out. She had been putting up with her blondie bear living in this dusty musty old crypt for his sake . . . and because the slayer wanted to kill her for the sister thing.

Still, the things she put up with for him . . . sometimes she wondered if it was worth it, than she'd remembered his body and why she really stayed, though he treated her like garbage.

'Like with that stake to the chest incident. He's lucky I took him back at all.' She had taken him back out of the evilness of her heart, even when he wasn't nice because she cared about him . . . and the great sex he gave her.

Was it too much to ask for a little respect in this relationship? Well, if he was going to be mean again, she'd withhold. That trick had worked on her boyfriends when she had been human and in high school. Worked like a charm every time, this wouldn't be any different.

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Spike had been so absorbed in Passions, he had been able to ignore Harmony, thankfully. Now though, he was feeling ready for some action. The tent in his jeans seemed to swell a bit, causing him to adjust himself. His cock twitched as he looked around for Harmony. He frowned as he didn't see her.

It was time for some relief and though Harmony's hair wasn't the exact shade as the slayer's, it was close enough.

"Harm?" No response. Odd.

He knew she wasn't beneath the crypt. He would have heard her. She never went down there besides, it was his area and she knew better than to go down there. Spike stood from the arm chair and looked around the area more thoroughly only to find her sleeping on the sarcophagus he usually used when having sex with her.

Annoyed, yet still erect, Spike stalked over to her. She was laying on her back, spread out on the sarcophagus, but Spike ignored that. He grabbed her by the arms and shook her roughly awake.

She was groggy at first, blinking and head lolling. As she woke, her eyes focused on Spike's. For a minute they stared at each other. Harmony's eyes hard and Spike's irritated.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growled.

"I'm not having sex with you."

Spike blinked, gaped, and snorted in disbelief.

She shook loose and crossed her arms over her chest, "You better believe it mister. I'm done playing your games Spike. No more role-playing."

For a moment silence, than laughter. "Hey," Harmony screeched, indignant, "I'm serious."

Spike struggled to hold a straight face, "Oi, I don't doubt you are. But you're forgetting one thing."

"Oh yeah?" she asked haughtily, "What?"

"I'm bloody irresistible."

"Oh yeah? Why don't you have your slayer?"

Spike's eyes flashed and with a feral roar of rage that brought his demon to the fore, he slammed Harmony down on the sarcophagus. She gasped, eyes rolling in pain-pleasure. She arched as he mounted her, roughly shoving in.

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'Oh yeah. Withholding? It works. Like a charm.'