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Divide and Conquer

Buffy woke slowly. The haze of sleep clung to the edge of her mind and she was safe and warm under the covers. Spike was spooned against her, one arm draped over her waist. It was weird; Buffy had never really spent the night with anyone except that one time with Angel. That night had been filled with tossing and turning, touching and cuddles. It had been hard to sleep with another body in her space. But with Spike it was different. After only a few days it was as if he had always been in her bed. Despite being half asleep there was no surprise or unease to find him there. He belonged next to her.

Buffy lay in her warm cocoon, enjoying the way that Spike's body pressed up against hers and thought over the events of the day before. She felt the hot burn of tears and blinked rapidly to keep them from coming. Dawn wasn't real. All those memories of her were just a bunch of monks toying with her emotions. Like when Dawn had made that ashtray for Buffy's 14th birthday. She had teased her for two days because she didn't smoke until Dawn burst into tears and shouted that Buffy hated her. They had gone to the movies and bonded to make up for it. That was a lie. Or the time that Dawn had shown naked baby pictures to Buffy's first steady boyfriend Dave and Buffy had gotten back at her by putting orange dye in her shampoo bottle, but her mom had used it first, Buffy got grounded for a month and had to miss a big dance. Dave had broken up with her. But now she didn't know why because the whole Dawn fiasco was a lie. Did she ever put dye in the shampoo? How many of her memories were real, and how many were lies? How long had Dawn been here?

Buffy became aware that Spike was stroking her arm, the sensation was soothing. "Dawn's not real." She whispered softly, he ghosted a kiss to the back of her head and Buffy felt the first tears slip past her defenses and slip wet and slow down her cheeks. "She's a complete lie, and I love her just as much as I did. Maybe more. That Glory wants her and I can't lose her Spike." Buffy wiped her eyes, frustrated. Spike probably thought she was a weepy cry baby. "They had no right to toy with my emotions like that." Anger was easier to cope with.

"She's here now luv." He said softly. "Just because she just got here doesn't mean she's not your sister." Spike kissed her neck, more of a gentle nuzzle and Buffy's lips curved up in a small smile despite herself. He was obsessed with her neck. Or maybe he just knew it was her hot spot. "And she is real, She reeks of humanity, can smell it all over her." Ugh! Buffy elbowed him sharply for his roundabout slur and climbed stiffly out of bed. His hand darted out and snagged her wrist. "Where are you going?"

His voice was sharp with reprimand and she would have bristled and snapped at him if she hadn't felt his concern and a sharp current of fear fizzle through him. There hadn't been any sex last night. Despite willingness on both sides, Able left a lot to be desired. Buffy had been all systems go despite her bodies protest but Spike had put her off. Telling her it could wait until she was better. After he was all bandaged up and she had fussed over him till he snapped at her, he had held her. He had clung to her body, stroking her back and breathing in time with her. Occasional broken words of promise that he would protect her; spoken so low she didn't think that she was supposed to have heard.

"I'll be right back." She said, gently pulling her wrist from his grasp and walked out the door, closing the door behind her. It was still freakishly early, dawn just around the bend. Buffy took care of her bathroom necessities as quietly as possible. So as not to wake the house. Her sleeping schedule had never been concrete but her odd hours lately had her all turned around. Not to mention the way this whole thing was fucking with Spike's schedule. She paused while brushing her teeth to really look at herself in the mirror. The bruises on her face were all almost gone. The people at school probably thought she had an abusive parent, or boyfriend, or something.

Buffy smiled at Spike when she came back to her room. He was up pacing with his usual restless air, she had only been gone a short while and yet he was already impatient. The second the door swung shut he was on her. He hauled her up against him by grabbing her arms and smashed his mouth on to hers. He kissed her hard, his tongue demanded entrance, and then plundered her mouth desperately. Buffy clung to him, finding herself just as desperate for his touch. How had she become addicted to him so quickly? Later she would care, later it would mater that one touch from him made her head spin and her body sing. But right now she relished the way she lost herself in hot wet kisses and slow rocking motions.

Spike was like a whirlwind. Shedding her clothing, kissing her body frantically, rocking against her with an intensity that screamed devotion. If she didn't know better she could fall under the spell this bond had woven over them. She could feel his deep affection for her. But it was all a lie. Just like the monks with Dawn. A stupid spell had brought her contentment and partnership but it wasn't real. They were living the dream, and that's all it was. Spike didn't really care for her. She didn't realize that she was crying until Spike kissed tears from her eyes and made soothing noises. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him slow and deep.

She felt a surge of tenderness and affection that overwhelmed her, for this man, this Vampire. She clawed at his faded black shirt, whipping it over his head. She loved the way he felt under her hands and tongue. All sleek hard muscle and smooth alabaster skin. She loved the way he tasted. Skin and salt and Spike. So what if it wasn't real. Right now he was hers. Right now at this moment he was completely devoted to her. And if she was honest with herself she was completely devoted to him. She loved the way he whispered in her ear about her taste, and what her hands felt like, and what he wanted to do to her. She could pretend, just for now, that this between them was real. She fumbled with the fastening on his leather pants, it was one of those eye and hook numbers and was refusing to give. He reached down and undid the clasp for her and Buffy sighed in satisfaction.

Just for now she would pretend that she would never have to give this up. She pushed him backwards onto the bed and didn't even flinch when the headboard banged against the wall harshly. Let them listen. She pulled his shoes off one by one and then worked his leather pants down and off. The damn things were tight. Spike sucked in air and let out a ragged sound when she swept her hands up his legs to his thighs. That was another thing she loved about sex with him. He always let her know that she felt good. Spike gave her a good tug that sent her sprawling on top of him and she laughed. "Evil!" She accused. And he agreed with her before kissing her again.

She pulled herself up so that she straddled him and he slipped inside of her. Every time they connected like this it was amazing. Spike filled her to bursting. His hands went to her hips and then caressed her bare back. Buffy threw her head back and concentrated on the way he felt inside her, delicious pressure and pleasure building and rising. Buffy's orgasm washed over her in gentle waves, soft little spasms of pleasure rocketing through her body to her fingertips. But Spike wasn't finished and rolled her to her back, pushing her into the pillows. He pulled one leg up over his elbow, spreading her wide and pushed into her deeply, hitting that spot on the inside that made her back arch and her body spasm.

Buffy clawed at him but he was relentless. He moved in slow smooth strokes, refusing to give into her frantic rocking. Slow torturous pleasure that bordered on pain begged to be released but Spike just kept pushing her higher. She didn't care that she was begging for relief in cracked sobbing sentences. Spike just kept the pleasure building until she was writhing and scratching like a mad woman. Buffy kissed his neck ardently, giving little nips, and sucking hard. Every time she bit him he would slide into her just a little harder, a little faster. Finally Buffy peaked, pleasure spiraling around her like a tidal wave. Great heaping spasms that left her shaking and clutching at Spike while he gave into his own release.

Buffy gave into the desire to curl up with him on the bed. He reached down and pulled the comforter over them, wrapping her in his arms. It was odd the way that Buffy felt no embarrassment about being pressed up against him, naked skin on naked skin. It was the most natural thing in the world to lay here with him, her body draped over his, one leg between his thighs. Despite being wide awake just minutes ago Buffy almost immediately drifted off, completely content.


Spike hadn't wanted her to go. They had argued, and they had kissed…right in front of everyone. Then they had argued some more. Apparently the passion they shared in the bedroom spilled right over into their arguments. Spike was being an overbearing ass. He argued that this Glory God woman wanted to separate them because she couldn't win against both of them. So they should stick together like glue till she was good and dead. Buffy argued that she was going with Faith, Xander, and Willow, to the magic shop. Giles would be there and they needed to research. She was already skipping out of school and she didn't want to give this Glory Bitch time to figure out about the key. He of course had wanted to go. But Buffy had talked her mom and sister into staying home and she needed Spike to stay and protect them.

Finally she had stormed out the door without resolving a damn thing. When Xander started to tease her she had lashed out at him too, resulting in a silent drive to the magic box. She could see where Spike was coming from; they did need to stick together as much as possible. She would not be going patrolling, or to check anything else out, without him. But she needed him to stay with her mom and Dawn. She couldn't leave them alone. She trusted Spike more then anyone else right now, as crazy as that was. She knew he would protect her family.

Destroying the key was out of the question now. If Dawn was ever going to be safe they needed to figure out how to kill Glory, strip her of her power, send her to another dimension. Whatever you did to God's. Giles hadn't been able to find her in any of his books. Willow had tried scouring the internet. This Glory was an unidentified enemy. So they had moved onto plan B and were now trying to find references to other God's and how to defeat them. The outcome did not look good. Apparently God's were immortal, and without weakness. Wonderful. Willow had decided to research possible powers of the mating bond thingy, since there were so many prophecies about it.

Spike was still angry at her, and worried. He was sitting, most likely watching TV. For an evil Vampire he sure watched a lot of the boob tube. He floated in the back of her head. Buffy smiled at Xander when he leaned back, complaining loudly about the crick in his neck. Anya immediately made noises of comfort and began to massage his shoulders. Buffy was trying to get to know Tara, Willow's new girlfriend. She seemed really nice, if a little shy. But she was a witch too, and smart. Buffy thought they made a nice couple and was glad that Willow had found someone who obviously made her deliriously happy. Suddenly she felt alarm course through her body and realized belatedly that it was Spike's emotion.

She jumped up and screamed that they needed to go. Giles and Xander were asking her what was wrong but she could barely talk because of the huge adrenaline rush she was feeling. Then she felt a strong echo of pain. He was fighting. That's why she was coursing with adrenaline. "It's Spike, he's hurting, and fighting. We have to get home right now." She hauled Xander out of his chair and pulled him out the door, they were almost to the car when she focused enough to realize he was trying to get away from her because his keys were on the table. Buffy was frantic, her body jerked with each pain Spike had. His stomach, his right arm, a sharp twist to his knee. And she was only feeling an echo. They had to hurry.

They sped down the road like mad people and Buffy didn't care. She was out of the car and up the steps before the car even stopped. Even though she knew Spike wasn't there. She needed to check on her mom, and Dawn. He was west of the house, and moving farther away. "Mom!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "Dawn!" Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might burst from her chest. Spike wouldn't let anything happen to them. She heard her mom respond and appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Buffy, what's going on? Spike told us to hide and then there was all this crashing around downstairs."

"Are you both ok?" Buffy asked, raking her eyes over her mother and sister critically.

"Yes Buffy, we're fine. Where's Spike?" There was a wrenching pain in his shoulders and Buffy raced for the door desperately. Whoever had him was going to pay big.

"Stay with my mom!" She shouted even as she ran past the startled faces of her friends and down the road like a mad woman. He was like her personal compass. She sped down the street with big loping strokes, using every ounce of her supernatural speed. When suddenly she couldn't tell what direction Spike was in. She could still feel him in her head just as strongly as before, but for the life of her she couldn't point out his position in relation to her. It was as if a part of their bond had vanished. Buffy stumbled to a halt, suddenly lost. She had to find him. She ran a little further before deciding to have Willow cast a location spell.

The location spell didn't work. Willow said that any number of cloaking spells could hide his location. Giles had no idea if a cloaking spell could hide him from her. Buffy paced back and forth. No one had the nerve to tell her that she was taking on a Spike characteristic. She could feel every echo of pain he was feeling and knew how bad he was hurting. She didn't even know where to begin looking for him. She was desperate and frightened. Suddenly an idea occurred to her and she raced to the phone. She dialed information and waited impatiently to be connected to Angel Investigations.

Cordelia answered the phone with a professional air. And Buffy felt a very small pang of regret for her rudeness when she asked for Angel without a word for her former, sort of friend.

"May I ask who's calling?" Cordelia asked, and Buffy knew damn good and well that she knew who was on the phone.

"PUT ANGEL ON THE FUCKING PHONE!" She screamed. Someone was cutting him, that Bitch was cutting him. With a knife. Oh God, Glory was so gonna die, slow and painful. After a moment of silence, Angel's soothing voice comes on the line. "Can you find Spike?"

She blurted out without any sense of decorum. Way to sugar coat there Buffy.

"Buffy?" He asked, confusion in his voice. She can almost picture his concerned face, the phone held up to his ear.

"Yes, Spike's in trouble Angel. She's hiding him from me." Buffy didn't realize she was crying until she heard the tears in her voice. She had to find him. "Some how she's cloaked him, he's hurting and I can't find him. I need your help."

"Someone's hurting Spike? Buffy what's going on?" Buffy broke down into incoherent sobs. She tried desperately to explain what was going on but with all the wailing and hiccupping she might as well have been speaking Greek. Finally Angel interrupted her. "Buffy, if I pull a William I can be there in forty five minutes. Can you hold it together for that long?" Pull a William? Forty Five minutes? She must have wailed out some sort of consent because the phone line went dead in her hand and Willow gently took it from her and placed it on the cradle.

Buffy waited anxiously by the window, jumped up and paced for a while, then perched at the window again. Repeat. Her mom tried to get her to eat something but she would never have been able to hold anything down. Her stomach was twisted in knots of fear and anxiety. She tortured herself imagining what might be causing all the horrible pain Spike was in. Were they cutting him again, were they hitting him? Faith popped off with "If they were planning on dusting him they probably would have already." She now had a bruise on her cheek. Buffy ignored everyone's prattling and worried, and paced, and perched. Forty five minutes had never crawled by so slow.







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