The Real Riley Finn

The usual disclaimers are a given. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox, CBS, UPN, etc. I have no claim to these characters nor am I making any profit from these stories. I just want to play with Spike :)

A/N: This is my version of what should have happened starting the end of 'Fool for Love'. In my world, things go a little differently. I'm a big hater of Riley and have been since he first came on the scene, so if you're a Riley fan, this fiction is not for you. Some of the things here are taken directly from scripts, some are things taken from scripts but edited to meet my needs, and the rest is just from the deep dark recesses of my mind, and anyone who knows me can tell you...my mind can be a very scary place. For the record, in my world, Dawn doesn't exist.

WARNING: This fiction contains rape.

Spike: Here endeth the lesson. I just wonder if you'll like it as much as she did.

Buffy: Get out of my sight. Now.

Spike: Oh... did I scare ya? You're the Slayer. Do something about it. Hit me. Come on. One good swing. You know you want to.

Buffy: I mean it.

Spike: So do I. Give it me good, Buffy. Do it!

Buffy: Spike...

Spike leans in to kiss her. She backs away slightly...confused by his move and by her own emotions.

Buffy: What the hell are you doing?

He grabs Buffy by the arms, his words coming in a breathless pant.

Spike: Come on. I can feel it, Slayer. You know you want to dance.

Buffy: Say it's true. Say I do want to.

Spike: Then we dance.

He leans in and kisses her passionately. She pulls away searching his eyes with her own. She pulls him to her and they continue the kiss. She pushes him away breathless and confused and runs off. Spike stands there with a look of satisfaction and his trademark grin appears.

On another night we see Spike standing by Buffy's bedroom door. Buffy wakes up, sits up holding the sheet to her chest.

Buffy: Every time you show up like this, you risk all of your parts, you know that?

Spike: I wanna show you something.

Buffy: What?

Spike: You need to see this.

Buffy sighs.

They enter the warehouse and see a bunch of people being sucked on by vampires. Random trash all around. Buffy stares at it in disgust. Spike leads Buffy through the mess to a slightly open door. She looks suspiciously at him, then goes through the door and discovers Riley, sitting bare-chested on a mattress on the floor, with a female vamp sitting on his lap, drinking from his arm. Riley doesn't see Buffy yet.

Riley: Harder.

The vampire continues sucking. Buffy gasps. Riley looks up and sees her. The vamp continues to feed from Riley. Riley looks at Buffy and gulps. Buffy stares at him, backs away and runs out. Spike smirks.

Riley: Buffy!

Spike: We only came here because we care about you, friend. You need help.
Spike smirks and walks out.

Spike returns to his crypt. Dawn is approaching. Spike is sleeping in his chair when he is awakened by a loud banging noise. He opens his eyes and gets up as the door flies open and Buffy walks in.

Spike: Should have known it's you. Been nearly six hours.

Buffy: Well, it would've been less if I wasn't busy with this mess. Why did you take me there, Spike, why?

Spike: Don't shoot the messenger, luv. I just didn't think you'd appreciate bein' played for a fool is all.

She takes a stake from her back pocket and walks toward Spike. He looks surprised.

Buffy: Spike, you're a killer. And I should have done this years ago.

Spike looks into her eyes. "You know what? Do it. Bloody just do it."

Buffy is shocked, "What?"

Spike still has his eyes locked with hers. "End ... my ... torment. Seeing you, every day, everywhere I go, every time I turn around. Take me ... out of a world ... that has you in it!" He pulls off his shirt and throws it aside. "Just kill me!"

Buffy stares at him, then raises her stake and lunges. Spike winces, but she stops at the last minute. She stares into his piercing blue eyes.

Suddenly Spike grabs Buffy by the upper arms and kisses her passionately. She returns the kiss. It goes on for a moment and then Buffy pulls back with a little noise of dismay, bringing her hand to her mouth. She stares at Spike and he stares back, both panting. She throws the stake across the crypt. Slowly she drops her hand from her mouth and walks back to Spike, putting both her hands to the back of his head and pulling him down toward her. They kiss again, very passionately. Spike brings his hands up to clutch her back, kissing her cheek and the side of her neck.

Buffy is panting at this point. "Spike, I want you. I need you. I need to feel wanted, needed, loved."

Spike is kissing and licking along her neck, "Buffy, I do love you." He pulls back and Buffy is staring intently into his eyes her gaze full of lust and need. "God, I love you so much."

Buffy paused and cradled Spike's face in her hands, "I think I love you too. You match me at every turn. Neither of us has been able to kill the other and it hasn't been lack of trying. Maybe that's why I could never give myself totally to Riley or anyone else." She kissed him passionately never wanting this feeling to end.

Spike trailed feather light kisses down her neck and over her collarbone. He unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall off her shoulders. He continued his trail of kisses down to her breasts gently licking and sucking at one while carefully caressing the other then switched. He looked up into her eyes, "Are you sure about this, luv?"

"I've never been more sure of anything or anyone in my life, William." Buffy inhaled deeply and buried her fingers in his hair. She reached down and unbuttoned Spike's jeans freeing his growing erection. She cupped his balls and stroked his enormous erection. "I need you. I need to feel you inside me now." She whispered in his ear.

Spike was more than happy to oblige and tugged off her skirt and panties then carefully lifted her above him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lowered herself slowly onto his awaiting manhood. She begins to move slowly up and down. She pressed her lips to his gently sucking at his bottom lip. She pulled back slightly and stared intently into his face. She could see the love there. This was where she belonged. She was getting close to her release. She ground her pelvis into his screaming out her pleasure as the best orgasm she ever had ripped through her body.

Her vaginal muscles clenching around his cock was enough to send him over the edge. He pumped his cold semen into her hot channel lightly kissing her shoulder as he came. "I love you, Buffy."

"I love you too, baby." They collapsed to the ground holding each other tightly. Buffy nuzzled Spike's neck. "I've gotta go to the Magic Box. The gang's expecting me. Figure I'll train before patrol. How 'bout you meet me around 10 p.m., and we'll patrol together?"

"I'd love to, Buffy." He kissed her softly. He watched her every move as she got dressed.

Buffy finished buttoning her blouse then turned to Spike. She brushed her lips against his. "See you tonight then."

"That you will, luv, that you will." Spike was beaming.

That evening Spike is sitting in his armchair in his crypt, holding a bottle of booze pondering what had happened earlier. He pulls out the cork, sighs, and lifts the bottle to take a swig. The door bursts open and Riley storms in.

Spike: What took you? Guess it takes a while to get back to full strength after those bites.

Riley grabs Spike by the shirt and pulls him up out of the chair.

Spike: Hey! Hey, let's be reasonable about this.

Riley slams him up against a pillar. He punches Spike in the face.

Riley: You may have noticed, Spike, I left reasonable about three exits back.

Spike: Look, I'm not the one who got you into this.

Riley pulls back his holding a stake in his hand. He plunges it into Spike's chest. Spike gasps.

Riley: Why the hell not?

Spike: Ow! Bloody hell! Oh god! Hey.

He looks down at his chest as he realizes he hasn't been dusted yet. Riley yanks the stake out. Spike grabs his chest in pain, and stares at the stake.

Riley: Plastic wood-grain. Looks real, doesn't it? Don't think I don't know what's goin' on with you, Spike. Stay away from her. Or we'll do this for real next time.

He pats Spike on the cheek and walks away. Spike leans against the pillar panting. He's still clutching his chest, but he begins to chuckle, and Riley turns back.

Spike: Oh, man. You're really under it, aren't you?

Riley: What?

Spike: Look at you. All afraid I'm hot for your honey.

Riley: Because you are.

Spike: Well ... yeah. But that's not your problem. Even if I wasn't in the picture, you're never gonna be able to hold onto her.

Riley puts his hand over Spike's hand that is covering the wound. He pushes his hand deeper into it.

Spike: Ow, bloody hell!

Riley: Maybe I didn't almost kill you enough.

Spike: Come on. You're not the long haul guy and you know it.

Riley: Shut up.

Spike: You know it. Or else you wouldn't be getting suck jobs from two-bit vampire trulls. The girl needs some monster in her man ... and that's not in your nature... no matter how low you try to go.

Spike sits back with an expression of pain. Riley paces around. Spike reaches for his bottle and begins to remove the cork again.

Riley: You actually think you've got a shot with her?

Spike: I don't know. Fella's gotta try, though. Gotta do what he can.

Riley: If you touched her... you know I'd kill you for real.

Spike: I've touched her plenty over the years, and if I had this chip outta my head, I'd have killed you long ago. Ain't love grand?

Spike tosses the bottle to Riley, who catches it and removes the cork again. He sits and takes a sip.

Spike: Sometimes I envied you so much it choked me. And sometimes I think I got the better deal. To be that close to her and not have her. To be all alone even when you're holding her. Feeling her, feeling her beneath you. Surrounding you and not having her...you're not what she needs solider boy. You never will be. You were someone her mates would approve of. Someone she could show off to her friends. Cause they'd never understand what she really needs. What it would take to make her happy.

Riley looks over at Spike, takes another drink. Riley tosses the bottle back to Spike. Spike takes another swig. They sit there together.

Riley: You think you could make her happy?

Spike: I don't know mate, but I do know you or any other mortal boy doesn't 'ave what it takes.