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The things you thought you knew

Buffy stood and watched Spike a moment. She felt his head spin and his body relax. She couldn't believe Angel. The nerve of bringing Spike a victim. How could he possibly think that she would be on the line with that? But Spike did feel better. Woozy, fuzzy, but in almost no pain. She turned and left the room quietly. She gathered clean first aid supplies from the bathroom and returned. He was sitting up now, elbows on knees, staring at his feet. Sometimes he had such a lost puppy dog look to him. It made her want to comfort him, hold him, which was ridiculous. He was a ruthless killer who preyed specifically on Slayers because they were a challenge to him.

"Your mom? Your sister?" He asked softly. His eyes were all too human, looking up at her with such concern. If everything that she believed about Vampire's was true, why would Spike risk his own existence for her family? For her, he'd done it for her. And staring into his eyes like that she knew he'd do it again in a heartbeat. For all his faults, Spike was loyal and fearless. She knelt down in front of him and undid the button of his leather pants.

"They're fine. Thank you." He lifted his hips off the bed and she pulled the pants down his legs and off. Even in his drugged state he let out a low whistle of pain when the leather peeled away from his mangled knee and Buffy winced. She was so stupid. She should have cut the damn pants off. She grasped the scissors and made quick work of what was left of his t-shirt. She doused the knee with antiseptic and he jerked involuntarily out of her hand. "I should get Giles; I'm not skilled enough for this."

"No, not Giles. I just need to snap it back in and wrap it up." He started to reach down but she pushed his hands away. She could do this. She grasped his leg on either side of the damage and pulled hard. When she let go his knee rubber banded back into place. She didn't realize that tears were coursing down her cheeks until his gentle hand brushed them away. She looked up at him and he slammed the heel of his hand into his knee. There was a sickening crunch and Buffy quickly looked back down. It looked almost normal now, except for the blood and the bruising. She pulled over clean bandages and began to wrap. "Wrap tighter luv, don't have to worry about my circulation."

She finished quickly, and looked back into his eyes. Eyes that didn't look soulless. Eyes that looked sorrowful, and loving, and lustful. Blue pools of desire that made her body stir and her heart tug. Still it was a shock when he pulled her close and kissed her. For one heart stopping moment she kissed him back with everything she had. Then she pulled back sharply. "No, I'll hurt you."

"Baby, I'm feeling only good things." He tugged on her hand lightly and she tumbled into him. Why was she only clumsy around Spike? She tried to pull away but he had cupped one strong hand around her bum and it felt so nice there. In his completely naked state she could see that he was standing at attention for her, full salute. He brushed his lips across her bare neck and she shivered with pleasure. "Hush luv, I need you."

She steadied herself on her knees and reached up with both hands to cup his face. Swollen and Bruised and Beautiful. If he hadn't stayed to make sure that her family was safe then most likely he could have gotten away, that Vampire stealth was unmatched by other creatures. She brushed a light kiss across his lips, he leaned in to deepen the caress but Buffy pulled back. She trailed her hands lightly down his chest, brushing soft wet kisses in her wake. She delighted in the power of her touch, goose bumps trailed her hands, and each soft kiss brought trembles and moans. His ribs were a mass of mottled bruises, layered one over the other. No wonder Angel had been furious, Spike was quite a sight. Buffy just hadn't realized that they were close like that. She had always been given the impression that they hated each other.

Her mind flashed back in time to one night, the three of them had been arguing. She had taken a step towards Spike and Angel had angled his body just slightly so that he stood between them. At the time she had assumed that Angel was protecting her, but looking back he had been protecting Spike. After all she had been the aggressor.

She ran her hands gently over his busted ribs. "Let me wrap these for you." He didn't protest and she reached again for the long white strips of bandage. He filled his lungs with air, pushing his ribs out, and Buffy stifled a cry at the soft echo of his pain. She was no longer angry with Angel about the painkillers; she didn't even want to think about what these bandages would have cost her mate in pain without them. The guy was alive, probably thought it was all a hallucination. She finished and rested her hands lightly on his hips.

"You're overdressed Buffy." He whispered and as usual her name on his lips sounded like a dirty pet name, just used between the two of them. He reached for the hem of her shirt but she stopped his hands.

"Spike you're a mess, lay back, I'll please you." She whispered, unwilling to shatter the mood of the room with a loud harsh voice. His eyes darkened with lust and his hands turned in hers, lacing with her fingers.

"I want all of you Slayer, right now." Her breath hitched. He drew her hands up over her head. "I want to hear those soft breathy moans you make and feel your hot little body writhing beneath me." He whipped her shirt over her head and ran his hands over her back to her bra clasp. "I want to feel your breath on my neck and your sweet cunny when you cum." Her bra fell open and he wrenched if off, filling his hands with her pink breasts. He bent his head and nuzzled her breast before darting out his tongue and caressing one hard nipple. "Oh Christ Buffy, want you so bad."

Buffy pulled back, resting her hands on his shoulders. "Spike, we can't, everyone will hear." He pulled her back in and kissed her softly.

"Everyone's downstairs luv, even little bit." Little bit? He nibbled on her bottom lip and Buffy let slip an involuntary sound of passion. Good going Slayer, urge him on why don't you? She pulled back again and looked him in his eyes.

"Angel will hear." The small current of jealousy that had been running through the back of his mind since Angel's appearance suddenly flooded through her.

"Angelus isn't even here." He bit out angrily. His eyes flashed gold in the dim light before returning to their usual piercing blue.

"He'll be back Spike, I'm going to go downstairs and check on the others." She started to move away but he grasped her shoulders and held her where she was.

"Buffy, what does it matter if he hears?" His voice was loud and angry. He tugged her close and kissed her hard. "Fuck, he gave you up." He fisted his hands in her hair and kissed her again. Softer, but no less desperate. He swept his tongue in her mouth and claimed her completely. An eternity later he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. "You're mine now." He whispered. "Please don't go."

Buffy found herself kissing him against her better judgment. For some reason every time he called her "his" it turned her on. In an independent society of strong women that was practically blasphemy, and she would never admit it to anyone. God he tasted good, even now. His hands seemed to be everywhere, her shoulders, her breasts, in her hair. He scooted back onto the bed more firmly and she followed, desperate now for his touches and caresses. Why did this man have such a profound effect on her?

He turned her over so his body covered hers and sighed with satisfaction. His hand ran down her body slowly, fingers soft and questing, till he reached the fastening on her pants. It was one of those hook and eye things but it didn't faze him for a minute. He made quick work of the clasp and she lifted her hips and helped him get them off. His bare skin came into contact with hers and she let out another moan. She was trying so hard to be quiet but he just wasn't helping any. He pushed her panties down her legs and ran his hands back up her body till he reached her center. His fingers found her wet and wanting and he let out a low growl. "Now, Spike. Don't wait, I want you now."

He let out a string of husky swear words and pulled her legs up higher, sliding deep inside her. Buffy lost all control over her voice, babbling his name over and over as he filled her with pleasure. Throaty words of lust washed over her. She loved listening to him talk even when she was too far gone to pay attention. He moved inside her with strong, slow, sure strokes. In desperation she wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him for more with words and movements. It wasn't long before she was clawing at his shoulders and they were rocking together in a frantic whirlwind of passion.

Sharp jabs of pleasure jolted through her system each time he moved and she knew she was out of control but didn't care. Finally she reached a peak of satisfaction and pulled him tight against her body, rocking desperately. It wasn't seconds before he joined her Crying out her name and some other broken words that she missed. Suddenly her eyes flew open. Had he said he loved her? No she must have heard him wrong. Because one thing was certain, this was not love. Surely he had just called her luv, like he did all the time, and she had jumped to the wrong conclusion.

He lay on top of her, breathing in time with her and she allowed her hands to stroke his back. She loved the way his muscles played under her hands as he levered himself to the side. She had been imagining things, she had. He ran one firm hand from her shoulder to her hip in a soft caress. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She replied, just a little too quickly. He frowned and opened his mouth to say more when his head snapped to the side. He stared at the door intently for a split second before he grabbed the sheet and covered her nakedness. Before she could ask what it was there was a soft knock and Angel opened the door. For a moment she felt relief that he hadn't opened the door just a few minutes earlier, than realized with horror that he had probably waited for them to finish.

Spike stretched like a cat before reaching for his cigarettes on her bedside table. "Angel, Peaches, come to join us?" It was only his severe injuries, and her very real nakedness that kept her from leaping up and kicking him right then. She wasn't however able to control her bright pink blush.

"I came to tell you that I wasn't able to find any Trace of Drusilla, I don't believe that she's in Sunnydale any longer." His voice was clipped and tight, and he was looking at Spike instead of her. Buffy felt she might just curl up and die of shame.

"Come now Peaches, shut the door and come on to bed." His voice was drawn out in a sexy purr. It came to her that Spike got arrogant and cocky whenever he felt threatened. At first he was that way with her, then Giles, then Faith, and now Angel.

"William, that's enough! You're high as a kite and you are upsetting Buffy." Angel stood stiff as a board, hands fisted tightly at his sides. There was a small tick in his cheek that she had often seen when he was in the presence of Spike.

Spike sat up suddenly, almost taking her sheet with him. She had to grasp for it and pulled it tightly up to her neck, which pulled it low on Spike's hips. Involuntarily her eyes were drawn to Angel and she noticed his pants were a little tight across the front too. Oh God, he was turned on. Buffy buried her face in her hands and shook. This was not happening. "Don't pull that Sire Bullshit with me Angelus, it's too late for that. You didn't come to tell about Dru, that could have waited till we were downstairs. We all know why you're really here, don't we luv?"

"I thought that Drusilla sired you? But you guys keep acting like…What?" Both of their eyes had zoomed in on her and suddenly, despite all her slayerness she felt small and helpless. 'Uhhh, Never mind?"

"Why, William, would she think that?" Angel's voice could have melted aluminum.

"Well because all the Watcher's books say so…" She really needed to keep her mouth shut. Spike gave an involuntary wince before he smirked up at Angel.

"You disowned me first." Spike said easily, leaning back against the pillows nonchalantly, but she could feel his apprehension through the bond. Apparently it was justified because Angel sprang across the room and loomed over them menacingly, in full game face.

"You told people she sired you?" Angel's voice was a soft deadly caress, he balanced on the balls of his feet, and Buffy suddenly wondered if she was going to have to defend her mate stark naked.

"I didn't deny it." Spike spoke without a trace of his usual mockery. Completely serious, he met Angel's eyes without fear. "Are you coming to bed Peaches, or not?"

Angel stood there for a long moment; game face melted away, frown firmly on his handsome features. Was he actually considering Spike's invitation? If he made one step towards that bed she would kill them both and be done with Vampire's forever. "You're high, in the morning you'd stake me." And with that parting statement he was gone. Buffy knew that she was gaping like a fish; mouth hung open, wide staring eyes. But she needed a moment to process the last ten minutes.

Unable to contemplate the idea that her former lover and greatest love had seriously considered getting into bed with her Spike. Or the fact that Spike had known he would want to. Buffy latched onto the safest item for discussion.

"You let me believe that she was your sire so I would let you bite me on the hell-mouth." She accused. Spike actually sighed before getting out of bed and digging through his bag for a pair of pants.

"We were the same blood, I took a gamble, and it worked." Buffy sputtered, the gall.

"You just wanted my blood!"

"Did I kill you? No, and I could have. You'd have died happy too. If it didn't work you were dead anyway. I don't even think Dru has any living Childe, she has a tendency to abandon them or kill them." He pulled on his pants, wincing at their tightness and zipped the fly, leaving the button undone. She had a strong desire to snap it for him, and to hit him upside the head.

"You could have told me!" She shrieked. She knew this wasn't the only reason she was mad but rather this than the other.

"Why, because we were so close then? Mortal enemies ring a bell."

"If we were such mortal enemy's, why didn't you kill me? Huh, answer me that." Buffy climbed out of bed and went to her dresser to find herself some clothes. She felt his body tighten with desire at the sight of her nakedness but didn't stop, pulling on the first pair of panties that she touched.

"Cause, we were under truce." She fumbled with a flimsy bra, finally getting it clasped and slipping the straps over her shoulders.

"And you are so honorable?" Buffy started violently when she felt his hands at her waist.

"Relax Slayer; I knew he would say no." Buffy wretched away from him and spun. She wanted to smack his face but he was already hurt so badly. His eyes drifted to her heaving chest for a moment before he became aware of it and snapped his gaze back up to her eyes. "I was just baiting him and you got in the middle, I'm sorry." Spike had just apologized to her. She half expected the windows to frost over and snow to fall. After all, hell must have just frozen over. It took the wind right out of her sails.

"He didn't look like he wanted to say no to me." She muttered, looking down. She reached out and snapped his button, wondering absently if he had left it undone just so she would snap it.

"Of course he didn't want to say no," He pulled her close to him and she buried her face in his shoulder. "But, soul and all, can't risk it. Why would anybody want to say no to us?"

"You're insufferable." She muttered.

"I know." He replied

"And if he had wanted to come to bed with us?" She looked up at him sharply and he smiled.

"No one makes you do anything you don't want to Pet."

Buffy followed Spike down the stairs, fully sated after another quick romp and finally properly dressed. She felt all funny in her head, trying to concentrate on Glory and how to defeat her because so many other things were too crazy to think about. Her friends and family were scattered around the living room watching television. One of those British films that Xander thought was so funny. She paused suddenly, wondering exactly what they had all heard. Based on the awkward smiles and shuffling feet, far more than she would have wanted. Spike brushed past them all and went outside.

Angel stood and walked to her. "Are you alright Buffy? Things between Spike and I get a little crazy sometimes." Buffy found it hard to meet his eyes but forced herself. He had wanted to, his soul and thought of mayhem in the morning was all that had kept him from it. She wasn't too sure how she felt about that.

"Yeah, Spike uhm apologized." His eyes widened in surprise but then he narrowed his eyes over her shoulder. "What is he doing to my car?"

Buffy turned to look out the window; Spike had his knife out and was fiddling with the latch on Angel's trunk. With a faint pop it opened and he began to rummage around inside. Cordelia surged her feet, squealing something about her stuff and barreled out the door. Distracted from the television the whole room watched as Cordelia ran out and began to whack Spike in his arm while he ignored her and continued to look through the contents of the trunk. After a moment he began to throw things behind him and Cordelia shrieked like a madwoman. Suddenly Spike held up what looked like a bottle of alcohol and slammed the trunk closed, leaving Cordelia's pink frilly suitcases all over the driveway. Buffy almost felt sorry for her, almost.

He sauntered back in leaving Cordelia squawking furiously for him to come clean up his mess and smirked at Angel, holding up a bottle of Irish whiskey. "Celebrate?"

Angel crossed his arms over his chest and gave Spike a tight smile. "And what are we celebrating?"

"My lovely mate?" Angel let out a low growl and Spike took a quick step back out of range. "Or maybe the return of your surly soul?"

Faith had sidled up next to Buffy at some point and asked softly. "Now that you're done with Angel…" Buffy sounded a lot like a Vampire when she growled.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I have to be going if I'm going to make it back to LA before dawn." He turned to her and gave a soft smile. "Spike mentioned something about me taking you're family with me, I could put them up at the hotel, have Cordy cast a protection spell."

Buffy fidgeted while Dawn and her mother both protested loudly. She looked at Willow and Giles who were both silent, and Xander who was also protesting anybody being left in the care of Angel. This was really up to her. She looked at Spike; a human would never have survived that kind of torture. Much less live to stand in her living room, all insolent grace, and chugging strait from a bottle of whisky. "I'd appreciate it." She finally answered and turned to her mother to explain why it was necessary. And that she would try to make their stint in LA as short as possible.

After much arguing and packing and screaming on Dawns part, she finally stood in the driveway and watched Angel drive away with her family in tow. She couldn't help feeling like she was abandoning them. But Angel was capable of protecting them and she and Spike had a battle to fight. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a brief squeeze; despite the others watching and they went into the house together.







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