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Guilty Pleasures

Giles words finally penetrated Spike's head and he whipped around to look at him. "What do you mean Watcher? I don't need minding!" He sneered at Buffy. "When you decide you're ready for me the Slayer here can just yank my chain like she did earlier."

"What are you talking about?" Buffy couldn't control the level of her voice. Of course that eyebrow shot up and he turned to her, taking a step in her direction. Buffy refused to take a step back. Despite the craziness she was feeling he was still just a Vampire and she wasn't backing away from a Vampire. Maybe she should just slay him. She ignored the gut wrenching pain that accompanied that thought and gave Spike her best glare.

"Hello, you woke me out of a dead sleep and I about gnawed my bleedin' arm off waiting for the sun to go down!"

"Gross! And I didn't do anything but wake up with you in my head!" He took another step closer and suddenly he looked...intimate. His voice lowered to that soft rumble he had used in the kitchen sending new shivers racing down her spine. Oh, this was so very very bad.

"I could feel how much you needed me Slayer, just like I can feel how much you need me now." Buffy's eyes darted to Giles, he looked annoyed but not as if he had picked up on the double meaning. She must have looked desperate because he stepped closer as well.

"Spike you said yourself that you would be keeping a low profile. We can't have you running loose until we have figured out how best to solve this problem. It would be best if you spent today with Buffy, you can sleep in her basement."

"What!" Buffy hated the high pitch of her tone but she grabbed Giles and dragged him to the side of the room. "Giles, I can't take him home with me. Why can't he stay here?" It was Giles turn to look astonished.

"Buffy, you want me to keep a known killer with one hundred times my strength on my couch?" Her mouth opened and closed. "He'll kill me the minute your out the door and drink all my scotch." They glanced at Spike. He stared at them, not even trying to pretend he couldn't hear every word they said. She felt his irritation but he was hiding it well. "That rules Xander and Willow out as well, your mom's not supposed to be back from New York until Tuesday and we will have fixed the situation by then and he will be out of your hair, or dust. Really Buffy, you seemed very comfortable with him a moment ago."

Buffy Sputtered and stomped her foot. She knew her face was bright red. She shouldn't have let him touch her; she should have kicked him in the head. "Touching calms him down, would you rather I throw down with him here in the living room to keep him from ripping Xander's head off?" Spike snorted and moved back to the window.

"Don't blame your cuddle session with the undead on me missy, you're the one who has sympathy for corpses!" Xander and Willow had joined the huddle. A low growl came from Spike and Xander's head whipped up, eyes frightened. But Spike was still looking out the window.

"It was not a cuddle session." Buffy squeaked. She felt those soft soothing feelings coming through the bond again and gave Spike the darkest look she could muster. It was wasted; he still was paying her no mind. "And I told you, I feel all connected to him. But it's not because I have sympathy for the dead. I dust Vamps every day; it's just this weird spell thingy. And I don't want him in my house, he'll kill me in my sleep." She gave Spike another look from hell, which he ignored and dragged Giles in the kitchen. Maybe he wouldn't be able to hear everything. There was no way she was bringing home a horny Vampire. They would just have to think of somewhere else to keep him.



The little witch suddenly realized that there was no Buffy between her and the evil Vampire and darted into the kitchen. Spike turned and watched as the boy's eyes followed her. He even took a step in that direction but then realized that wouldn't be the manliest thing to do and stayed put, as if he couldn't smell the fear all over the boy. No Slayer, time to teach this Whelp a little respect.

"So..." The kid started and Spike darted across the room with all his speed. Almost gently he lifted him by the neck and pushed him into the wall. Boy might not even bruise. "Ahh" He had to give him props for not screaming like a girl. He clawed at his hand.

"You are upsetting my Slayer, I don't like it." He about dropped the whelp when he heard himself. My Slayer. Instead he narrowed his eyes and let out a low threatening growl. "Understand?" The child squeaked out something that might have been an affirmative and Spike let him go. He dropped the foot to the floor and gasped for air like a fish. Please he hadn't even cut off his air supply. His Slayer said something about Chains in the other room and he growled again. The boy must have thought this last was directed at him because he gave him a dirty look, brave little thing, and darted into the kitchen.

He shuddered when he thought about the little scene on the couch. He had always been impulsive that way. He had touched her and couldn't stop. Fuck it, he was a Vampire and loved it. He took what he bloody wanted, and right now he wanted the Slayer and it didn't matter why. Her body was hot like a furnace and her blood sang to him. Her sweet little lap all small and soft, her little shivers and goose bumps that she tried to hide. The skin on her back was all smooth and soft and it made his body hum just to think about sweeping his hands over the rest of her. She was right brassed off now, didn't like having that type of response to him.

Might not be such a bad thing to go home with her, have her to himself for a couple hours, get the physical stuff out of the way so he could think straight. His demon was raging non stop and he let it come forward for a moment. Just to relieve his tension. His senses sharpened dramatically and he could hear every word in the kitchen distinctly. "Buffy, be reasonable. I wouldn't ask you to watch him if I didn't think it was necessary, and I don't think he would even agree to stay with any of us."

"We'll chain him up!"

"Buffy, he's vampire fast, catching him would destroy my apartment, not to mention the only place that might hold him would be my bathtub. And where do you propose we get chains this time of night?"

Spike chuckled and stretched. He was even more jittery than usual what with the mating bond not complete. His demon wasn't going to let it rest. He liked the Watcher, if he was younger he would have considered turning him. Right fearless he was. "Fine!" His slayer hissed, "But don't blame me when I'm a Spike snack box!"

Ridiculous excuse it was, anyone could see he had no intention of hurtin' her. She stomped out of the kitchen and he shoved his demon away before he turned to face her. Her mates followed her out and the boy gave him a dirty look. All righteous fury she was, eyes sparkling and limbs warm with blood. Like when they fought. He loved sparing with her, the soft thwack of flesh against flesh, scent of blood in the air, challenging eyes and words and looks. A good tussle she was, it was almost like dancing...only far more deadly. His eyes narrowed on the group piling out of the kitchen. He'd have killed her already if it wasn't for her Poncey little friends getting in his way. The smart thing to do would be to take the lot of them out, one at a time. The Watcher would probably his first target, then the Whelp. Perhaps he would turn the witch without her permission. Risky that.

But he couldn't kill her now, he'd rather saw off his left leg. And her friends were safe as houses. Bloody Hell, they needed fix this. It wasn't right, all these warm fuzzies for the Slayer. His own bleedin' fault for going to her in the first place, but she had helped him out before and he hadn't known what else to do. Right boring the world would be without people. And more then any other thing Spike couldn't abide boring. Then she had offered him her blood. Tilting her sweet soft neck, giving him access. He wondered what would have happened if he had just drained her dry. He had thought about it, but there had been some ominous feeling deep in his gut saying it wasn't a good idea. And Spike always went with his gut. Would those runes have just killed him?

"I'll give you all a ride home." The Watcher stated picking up his keys, his eyes darting to Spike to see if he would protest.

Spike rocked back on his heels and took an unnecessary breath. "I've got my Desoto stashed around the block."

"Fine," The slayer barked and grabbed her brown leather jacket. He liked his Slayer in leather, pure innocence she was, wrapped in badness. Maybe he'd get her a black one, or some leather pants that rode low on her hips. Or one of those wicked looking chokers to wrap around her neck. Jesus he was a ponce, wasn't going to be around long enough to steal her things, bring her trinkets. She wasn't Dru. "You heard every word, didn't you?"

He gave her the once over. "Didn't know you were so into bondage pet." She made some sort of high pitched, seething sound of frustration and stormed out the door. He shrugged and followed her. She was storming off in the wrong direction. He closed the door softly and called out. "Whirling off the wrong way luv, car's this way." She fell into step with him and he resisted the urge to touch her. It could wait. "You're still living with your mum? Thought you were a college co-ed now."

"I stay home a lot of nights, especially on the weekends, Slaying you know." They turned the corner and approached his car. Her nose wrinkled up "It's not stolen is it? How can you see out of it? The windows are all black."

"I stole it years ago Slayer; doubt there's an all points out on the bleedin' thing." He was beginning to get annoyed. There wasn't anything wrong with his fucking car; she didn't need to act like such a fucking princess. "Don't know why your so dainty all the sudden, you're the bloody slayer!" He opened the door and she just stood there. "It's clean, Slayer." She frowned but she got in. He slammed the door behind her, he walked around the car, digging out his keys, and got in. He threw it into drive and took off. Had to be careful of Bloody people, his slayer would get all brassed off if he hit one. He cracked the window before he lit a smoke. Not that she'd live long enough to get cancer; he just didn't want to listen to her hack her lungs out in his car. He was never going to get the smell of slayer out. Dru was going to howl.

"You need to leave Willow alone, what's with you being all polite to her anyway?" She spoke up. Jealousy. She knew he wanted the little strawberry. If only for her magic. But he'd admit that her shyness would be fun in the sheets, shocking her, teaching her. His job if he were her sire.

"She'd make a great Vampire. Can't really turn her without her permission." Buffy let out an outraged little sound. Despite his fag and the crack in the window, her scent was very strong in this enclosed space.

"What! You touch Wills and I will dust you, do you understand? Business end of a stake." She flourished one for show. "What do you mean, permission? No one wants to be a Vampire Spike!" Spike sighed. Giving the kiddies quite an education tonight, wasn't he?

"We always kill Slayers, we don't turn them. It's a rule. Do you know why luv? Cause think how powerful she'd be," They pulled into the drive and they got out of the car. They hadn't locked the door so Spike held it open for her. She gave him a look but swept in ahead of him anyway.

"Slayer's got a power of her own and who knows how that would mix with the demon? How it would affect the Sire bond? Same goes with Witches and Psychics. It's a risk turning them. If they agree to the change, less of a chance they'll be brassed off and kill you first chance they get if the Sire bond doesn't take root the way it should." She took off her jacket and he watched, fascinated as tawny skin was revealed. She looked so fragile.

"Drusilla was psychic." She crossed into the kitchen and he followed her. She wrinkled her nose at the mess that he had made and got a glass of the shelf.

"Angelus shouldn't have turned her. S'why he made her insane, that an it was fun. But it could have gone either way, she could have hated 'im." He sprawled in a kitchen chair and Buffy poured some juice in her glass. She put it away before taking a small sip. She sat down on another chair, farthest one from him, but civilized like.

"Fun" Her voice was flat and she took another drink of juice. "This Sire bond you keep going on about, it's like us?" She moved her hand in a small circle. He jerked his eyes away from her fingers and met her eyes. They reminded him of the ocean at night, deep green currents, and flecks of gold.

"No, s'not as strong. And it only works one way. Never felt any bleedin' thing like this Slayer." She looked away and then took another drink. He watched as the liquid slid down her throat. He couldn't speak until she lowered her glass to the table. "But you can see what I mean. If you were soddin anyone else, you'd be in a puddle at my feet right now, with all that's swirling around inside you, but you've got that Slayerness that makes you strong on the inside. So you fight it, tooth and nail." She finished her juice and didn't comment. He thought about another smoke. He was about to go out on the porch when she got up.

"I'll show you to the basement, and get you some blankets. I think we have a roll away cart down there." She looked at him. She was nervous, and she should be. "You're probably not tired, but I am. You can watch television if you want." She got to her feet and he followed her into the other room.

Spike followed her. She was aware of his every move. She pulled open the cupboard in the hall and grabbed some blankets. She would have to give him a pillow out of her room but she didn't say so out loud. Didn't want to mention her bedroom. "Or, you could sleep on the couch...I guess it would be more comfortable." She crossed to the living room and set the blankets on the couch. He was watching her from the hallway with hooded eyes. She met his gaze, he could probably sense her nervousness but she wasn't about to spell it out for him. She had been perfectly clear, he was sleeping on the couch. He started to walk towards her and she didn't even realize she was backing up until her back hit the wall. He was a prowler and he moved like one. She felt very much hunted. He leaned into her personal space and braced one arm above her head. "Spike, what are you doing?"

He tilted his head to the side and took a breath. "I want you Slayer." And then he kissed her. He demanded entrance to her mouth and she gasped. His tongue darted in immediately and then he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. She pushed hard on his shoulders but he gripped her waist with his hands and she lost her balance, falling into him. He let out a low grown and his hand slid down to cup her bottom, pulling her into his erection. And Oh God, he could kiss, and he tasted so good. And she couldn't think and she couldn't breathe, and this was so not of the good.

That panic that had engulfed her for hours faded into the background and all that existed was Spike. He overwhelmed her mind. This is a spell.

She jerked her mouth away. He immediately bent his head to her neck and began to do wonderful things with his lips. He nibbled her collarbone and she lost all control over her knees. He pressed her back into the wall and his hand slid down her leg to her knee, pulling it up and over his hip, then he twisted his torso, and oh God. She was going to cum. Some wretched little moan found its way past her lips and she bucked her hips and then pushed against him hard with both her hands.

He stumbled a step back and looked shocked. What? No one ever said no after he got his hands on them? Ego Much? Well deserved ego. "Spike, I am not sleeping with you! You're a Vampire!" She may not be able to control her emotions or her body but she could control her head. She didn't like the predatory smirk he wore. Her body was tingling all over, screaming for release. How the hell did he learn to kiss like that? The boys she had dated in high school were clumsy, as was to be expected. Angel's kisses were always sweet and gentle. Parker needed to not stick his tongue down her throat. But Spike! She raised a trembling hand to her lips. His kiss had taken over her whole body, firm and demanding and passionate. Nibbling and tugging and exploring. His restless hands were never still. Roaming and touching with the same insistent overwhelming confidence.

She could feel an echo of his desire. Her own swamping need. Now that he wasn’t touching her the chaos in her head drummed up again. It was very distracting.

"Not a very good excuse Slayer, you've been with Vampires before." He replied sotto voice and stepped back into her space. But he didn't kiss her again. He trailed his hand down her arm and linked with her fingers. She was breathing way too hard, she could feel her heart pounding. And she knew he knew it. He leaned in again and whispered in her ear. "I know you want me Slayer; I can feel it and I can smell it and I can see it." His tongue darted out and caressed her ear lobe. She couldn't help her little jump. "You taste so good Slayer." Her eyes slid closed for one breathless moment while her nerve endings all leapt up and quivered before she took a resolute breath and forced her will to the front of her mind.

She pushed him again to get some space between them and swung at him, but he caught her hand. Frustrated with her slow drugged limbs she tried to hit him again and he caught that hand as well. Iron hard pressure pushed her arms over her head and held them there. Aligning his whole hard body with hers. One knee shoved in between hers, his cock pressed up against her stomach. "I don't even like you!" she spat and he smiled. He knew she wasn’t trying that hard to hurt him. Arrogant Jerk.

"I don't like you either Slayer, enemies make the best lovers." And then he did kiss her again. Just brushing his lips over hers, once then twice and when she parted her lips to speak and he swept inside her mouth again. He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and began to rotate his hips against her and when he let go of her to bury his hands in her hair, her traitorous hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer. He groaned low in his throat and she shivered. His leather was too thick so she pushed it off him and he let her go just long enough to let it fall to the ground. Then his hands were back on her. One hand found its way into her hair and he pulled sharply to expose her neck and then he was kissing her there. She began to tug at his red silk shirt and he let out another of those low growls and let her go. He pulled off his red shirt and then whipped his black t-shirt over his head.

This was stupid stupid stupid. Why wasn’t she stopping him? Why wasn’t she hitting him? She was not this weak girlie girl gasping over some guys touch.

He reached for her again. He looked her directly in her eyes and lifted her arms over her head. Never looking away he tugged her shirt off and tossed it to the side. His hands slid to her hips and he pulled her close to kiss her again. His skin was cool against hers and delightfully firm. She let her hands run over his smooth skin and felt a surge of feminine power when he let out a soft little sound and shuddered. One hand slid up her back and unhooked her bra, and oh God, he was sliding it off down her arms and kissing her neck again and his warm hands were sliding up her body. "This is wrong Spike, We have to stop!"

He pulled back and looked in her eyes. "Why Slayer? We both want it." His hands cupped her breasts and he rotated his hands letting his thumbs brush her nipples. "You feel so soft under my hands Slayer, like silk." Her body jerked at his touch and he smiled. That slow lazy smile he had given her on her porch. "I can make you feel so good Slayer, take you places you haven't ever been before." He leaned in close again, one hand sliding around her body to pull her in close. His other hand tugged on her breast gently and sent heat sweeping through her body. "Let me touch you Buffy." He purred in her ear and knee's buckled again but he was ready and swept her up in his arms. He walked the three steps to the couch and laid her there and pressed his body into hers. He bent his head and flicked his tongue over her right nipple and she arched into his touch letting out a little breathy sound.

This should not feel this good. Her mind was screaming that this was wrong but her body was telling her to shut up. He pulled the tip of her breast into his mouth and sucked gently and she found her hands clutching at his shoulders and pulling him closer. His hands were cupping her waist and sweeping across her middle, thumbs putting just the right amount of pressure. He was doing such wonderful things with his tongue. Flicking and sucking. It was a shock when he bit her gently with blunt human teeth and she about threw them both from the coach when her body reacted and a keen came out of her mouth. She hadn't even known she could make that sound.

Relentless, he nibbled down her body. Flicking his tongue and placing small wet kisses down her belly. Soon his hands were at the waistband of her jeans and he lifted his head and watched her face while he unbuttoned them, then he lowered the zipper. She ought to look away, slap his hands. Instead she watched with fascination. His hands dipped inside, sliding around her hips, long clever fingers caressing her skin. He hooked his thumbs in her waistband and she felt herself blushing but she didn't look away and he slid her jeans down her legs, fingers sweeping in their wake. His fingers slid into the heels of her shoes and he pushed them off along with her jeans.

He dropped the rest of the way to his knee’s next to the couch. The air was cool on her skin and she felt exposed in nothing but white lace panties. She started to move, pull him close and get lost in his touch again, but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Let me look at you kitten, you're lovely. All tawny skin and muscle." His hand slid up her calf, stopping and caressing the backside of her knee. "Curves in all the right places, so soft." He placed a soft open mouthed kiss on her thigh and she twisted and moaned. "So Sexy" She didn't think anyone had ever called her sexy before and it turned her on.

His hand slid further up and she started to move her legs together in embarrassment but he locked eyes with her. "Open your legs Buffy." It was a command, and it should have made her angry. It didn't and she didn't even want to think of why. But she parted her legs slightly and his hand found its way to her inner thigh, he shifted higher on the floor. His hand slid to her hip, his other hand to the other hip and he began to slide her panties down her legs. She looked away and he stopped. "Look at me Slayer." And she couldn't help but look at him. Kneeling beside her, half naked, touching her. The muscles in his arms were tight and she shivered with want. He pulled her panties off, leaned in and kissed her ankle. He lifted her leg and placed a kiss on her calf and then the inside of her knee where he had touched her earlier. Suddenly she realized what he was thinking and there was no way that she was going to let him do that!

She started to jerk away but he braced his hands on her legs again. "Let me please you." One leg was still held by his hand, he was between them, and then he touched her. Buffy jumped in surprise. She jerked when he slid one long finger inside and she let some little sound escape her lips, and then his thumb rotated over her clit and she pushed herself onto him and cried out. He added another finger, pressing up, and oh God! What was that! It felt so good. This was heaven.

It didn't matter that it was wrong so long as he didn't stop. She arched into his touch and then his tongue touched her. His fingers thrust slowly, touching that magical spot on every down stroke. He licked her softly several times before he closed his lips over her clit and sucked gently. This wasn't her. She was not the girl on the couch with her legs spread wide, thrashing and moaning. "Cum for me luv." he whispered against her heat and than pulled his clit into his mouth again. Buffy exploded inside, wave after wave of pleasure crashing all around her and she knew she was calling his name and breathless and it didn't matter.

She finally came down off her high and realized that he was watching her, still kneeling between her legs just watching her. She blushed and sat up, pulling her legs together and looking away. But he didn't let her look away gracefully. He grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him. "Don't do that" He said before he kissed her again. He had another taste now and she realized with a shock that she was tasting herself and that should not be erotic. But it was. He pulled her to her feet, standing with her. His hands slid down her body to her bottom, pulling her close, kissing her neck again, running one hand up her spine. She let her hands cup his neck, then slide over his shoulders and down his flat stomach to his belt. Where she stopped. He shuddered against her and trailed kisses down her shoulder and that did it. She undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants but hesitated again at his zipper. He kissed her on her mouth. Passionate and needy now, running his hands over her hips, up her back, cupping her face. Devouring her. So she unzipped his pants, he shifted his weight, toed off one shoe, then the other. She only hesitated a second before she slid the jeans down over his backside as far as her hands would reach. He kicked them off the rest of the way.

"Want you Slayer." he murmured between kisses. "Want to be inside you" He kissed her again. His hands were in her hair again. Her hands had minds of their own and slid up his legs and around to his bottom. "Fuck!" he whispered against her mouth and rotated his hips against her. "Need you now." He tumbled to the couch pulling her down on top of him. Her legs slid to either side of him and she felt his alarmingly large cock pressed up against one leg. "Lift up luv." This mindless numb obedience must be a side effect of the spell. She couldn’t help herself. That was why she was doing this. It was the spells fault.

She grasped at these comforting thoughts as she lifted up slid onto his cock. She was so wet that there was no pain, but he was bigger than she had had before. And oh God, he stretched her in new ways and touched her in new places and if felt so good. Amazing even. She braced her hands on his chest and took him into her all the way. They groaned together. His hands grasped her hips to slide her out and she followed his lead, finding her own rhythm. Sweet Friction. She was a bad bad girl, and she liked it.

"Arch your back pet," She did, rotating her hips as she rode him because that felt so good. "Lean back more Buffy." Oh god he had said her name again. So she braced her hands behind her and leaned back further and oh my! His cock brushed her at a new angle and she cried out from the pleasure. He was surging up to meet her and she was making little sounds of pleasure and he was cussing. "Fuck Buffy, Jesus, Just like that Pet. Oh God, you’re so hot!" His velvety voice pushed her over the edge, and her orgasm rushed over her so hard that she cried out his name. Just as her pleasure was beginning to ebb he sat up, pulling her up with him. He plunged deeply and she cried out loudly as another orgasm hit her violently, and then his thumb brushed her clit and another one hit. She held on to him for dear life, digging her nails into him. It was just seconds later that he called her name too and then she felt his cold seed rush up into her. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and shook. Her whole body trembled in aftershocks.

Her thoughts swirled to a slow ebb and she realized she felt better. She felt limp, wrung out. Fantastic.

Finally she pulled back and looked at him. She had slept with Spike. She had let him touch her and lick her and she had liked it. Liked it so much that she had crawled on top of him and fucked him. This was soooo not of the good.

She scrambled off him backwards with a gasp. Horror chasing away the lovely afterglow from a moment before. She snatched up one of the blankets that had been pushed on the floor at some point and wrapped it around herself. Oh God, Oh God! Contentment rolled off him in waves. He smirked at her and bent over to grab his jeans. But he didn't bother putting them on. Oh No! Not him. He just fished out his cigarettes. "You seduced me!" She accused. He just lit his cigarette, calmly peering up through his lashes. He sprawled back on the couch, completely nude and comfortable.

"Well yeah, s'not a crime." She sputtered angrily. But what could she say. She had let him. She had let him corner her and kiss her and touch her. And she could have kicked him in his head a hundred times. She leaned over and snatched his jeans and threw them at him. He just sighed and began to pull them on, one leg at a time. And oh God, she was watching him. She was watching the muscles rippling along his powerful legs. She spun around embarrassed. "Little late for embarrassment Slayer. Don't know why you're all upset. S'not like you were a virgin." She listened as he stood and zipped his pants. "I'm decent" he announced. She turned. He was not decent. His bare chest gleamed at her, all smooth angles and hard muscles. And his hair was mussed, all curly and sexy. And his deep blue eyes were watching her, running up her body to her face. All she got through the bond was contentment. She felt better just like he said she would. No more screaming in her head. Right as rain he'd said. This was a nightmare and she was going to wake any moment. The seconds passed and she did not wake.

"You will never speak of this again. It will never happen again. Ever." She turned and walked as quickly as she could up the stairs, away from his eyes that knew way too much.






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