Beast Master

(co-written with catscorner)

He stood in the shadows, leaning against the wall, watching her. Again. Ever since that bastard werewolf had cut her heart out and ground it under his heel, she hadn't smiled. Not that he expected her to smile in his direction, but she hadn't at all... not with her friends, not even Xander had been able to tease a laugh out of her. And she'd turned into a bit of a loner.

Big club. Lots of people... too bloody many of them, and she was sitting nursing a drink. There was a faraway look in her eyes, like she wasn't really here with them. Except when she looked at the stage, then even a blind bugger could see pain etched into her face. It wasn't right. There was nothing special about the werewolf, nothing. And he was just the man to show her that. The way he saw it, he owed her one. She'd been the one who stopped him from staking himself when he'd been bloody depressed about the chip and his impotence, when it came to hurting humans. Xander had urged him on, but Willow... deep down, she cared. It was Spike's turn now to save her. Right, it's what he was doing.

Pushing off the wall, Spike hit the bar first, then came up behind her. Using the beer bottle in his hand, he knocked her coke off the table and replaced it with the beer. "Here. This is what you're wanting."

“Hey!” Willow protested as her plastic cup tumbled on the floor, spilling the remaining soda. “I was drinking that—” her eyes fell to the beer bottle first and then followed the hand that had put it there up until she was twisted around and looking at Spike. Brows knitted in a scowl. “What makes you think you know what I want?”

Despite herself, her gaze dropped back to the bottle and after a moment she picked it up and put it to her lips. Grimacing at the bitter taste, she coughed and set the bottle back down, staring at it as if it were the source of all her problems. Determined, she picked up the bottle again and hit it with a good dose of Resolve Face before she tipped it up and guzzled until she felt the cool liquid dribbling down her chin. Slamming the nearly empty bottle back to the table, she pulled her sleeve across her face, wincing as the taste finally caught up with her.

"Seeing as you haven't invited me to sit... I think I will," he said, taking the stool next to her. A fraction of a second later, he was leaning toward her and single handedly dragging her stool closer to him. "Better to hear you by, music's loud." He shifted, smirking as he pressed his thigh into hers. There was no reason to hide the fact that his gaze was occasionally sweeping down to admire the view of her legs. If she wore a mini and boots, she couldn't complain about the attention, could she?

Reflexively drawing away from the vampire, Willow looked at Spike, puzzled. “You’re right. I haven’t invited you to sit and I bet you could hear me if I was whispering and you were standing next to those speakers. Why don’t we test that theory out,” she made a shooing motion and returned her dull gaze to the stage where the band was playing and where Oz wasn’t.

“He's not there, now drink your beer and stop feeling sorry for yourself," he snapped. How long was she going to pine over the git?

Willow picked up the bottle and finished it, hoping maybe it would make Spike go away. “There. Happy?” she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye trying to figure out his angle. Spike always had an angle. “Don’t you have things to do… people to kill… oh, that’s right…” the edge of her lip curved into a wry smile. “Forgot. You’re impotent.”

"Impotent my arse," his fingers clamped around her wrist. Funny, the words didn't sting as much when they came from her lips. "Time to dance. Appropriate answer is, don't mind if I do."

“What?!” Willow squeaked, her eyes instantly wide as adrenaline surged through her in automatic response. Even chipped, it was hard to forget everything they’d been through with Spike. “No way! I’m not dancing,” she jerked her hand back, but his grip was tight. “Spike…” green eyes flashed and her pulse raced. “Let go of me and leave me alone.”

"Get up, Red. You don't want to make a scene." That wasn't going to cut it with her. "You don't want people hurt, do you?" He started to drag her up. "One dance. Take your mind of the git, just what the doctor ordered, yeah?"

When he put a name to her reason for brooding, Willow fixed him with a dark glare. Why did he have to go and ruin it? “Maybe I do…” she muttered under her breath as she allowed him to drag her toward the floor. Part of her wanted everybody else to hurt as much as she did, but they all just went on with their happy little lives just like Oz had gone on with his.

“Fine,” she said louder, lifting her chin as if she were accepting some kind of challenge. When they reached the edge of the dance floor, she started to move, but it felt awkward and wrong and she wasn’t even listening to the music.

Spike let her ignore him - for a full two minutes. Then he'd had it. "If I'd wanted to dance alone, I wouldn't have asked you," he said. Even before her gaze locked with his, he snaked both arms around her waist and drew her up against him. Not likely she'd be ignoring him now.

As if on cue, the music suddenly slowed. He looked smug enough, as if it were his doing. "Right, left, one, two," he said, feeling her resist. "Come on. Might learn a thing or two about dancing... or a few other things." Unlike her frigid ex, Spike wasn't about to dance like a wooden soldier.

Willow let out an exasperated breath. Clearly it was going to take more energy to argue with him than just give in, so she stopped struggling and settled into the slower tempo of song. Carefully maintaining space between their bodies, her hands moved to his shoulders to find a comfortable position.
Looking past Spike, Willow watched the other couples dance, moving against each other with intimacy reserved for lovers. Her eyes fell out of focus until all she could see was a mass of undulating forms bathed in the blood red hue from the strobe lights that throbbed with pulse of the heavy techno beat.

She didn’t notice when the space between them slipped away, but when the song came to an end, her body was pressed tightly against his and the throb of her own pulse replaced the beat of the music.

Spike's leg slid past hers one last time, and he brought them to a stop. The side of his throat had been pressed against hers, and he'd closed his eyes as he listened to the rush of her blood... felt her pulse throb. Temptation. If you didn't flirt with it, you were as good as dead.

He pulled away slightly, moving his hand up the column of her throat and staring into her unfocused eyes. "Here. I'm right here," he whispered and lowered his mouth over hers to give her a bit of a reminder.

The shock of cold lips against hers startled Willow back into herself and she jerked back abruptly, but strong arms held her fast. Wide green eyes locked with pale blue and she sucked in sharp breath in response to the intensity of his gaze. Before she knew what was happening, the smoldering embers in her belly flared to life and her flesh was suddenly ablaze, hot enough to consume them both.

Before a word or breath could pass between them, she kissed him. Demanding. Desperate. Her lips parted and her tongue crashed against his with unchecked fervor as their mouths opened and closed in an erotic dance for dominance. She tasted what it felt like to forget and she was hungry for more. Gripping the back of his head, she devoured him until she was completely lost in the dizzying sensations that engulfed her.

It wasn’t until her brain’s need for oxygen overrode her desire to forget that she finally released him. Stumbling backward, she sucked in a breath. Unable to speak, she turned and fled, threading through the bodies on the dance floor trying to blend in and disappear.

Spike wasn't happy, and his demeanor showed it. He followed her from a distance, then took up a position leaning against a pillar. His gaze followed her everywhere, heating when she raised her arms and swayed her hips. He imagined she was trying to forget him... not bloody Oz, but him... his hands on her, his mouth on hers. If that was so, then his job was done.

Or so he told himself. And yet he stared at her even as she was pulled into a dance by some pimply highschool bloke. Right, might not have pimples yet, but he would. As the teenager’s hand slipped down, over her backside, Spike almost pushed off the wall. Controlling himself, he closed his mind off and pretended it was him she was dancing with, him she was flirting with, him that she brushed against. Need slammed into him, unexpectedly hard. He licked his lips slowly... wanting.

Heat flooded her center and her stomach coiled in a tight knot as she danced with the first random guy that had asked. But the sensations had nothing at all to do with her dance partner and everything to do with the pale blue eyes she felt watching her at every turn. Spike was there, tucked into the darkness, reminding her of the explosive kiss that still felt hot on her lips.

What was she thinking? Spike was a monster. He was only toying with her like a feral cat playing with a mouse. If he didn’t have the chip, she was certain he would have devoured her. Maybe that’s what she wanted. Maybe that’s what she deserved. Oz was a monster. Maybe if she were the monster too, Oz would never have left her.

Confusion and frustration mixed with the heady arousal that still lingered from her encounter with the vampire and she found herself making some lame excuse to the frat boy whose name she didn’t know. He offered to drive her home, but she refused. Once outside, the heat of her body was magnified by the cool night air as she hurried across campus to the dorms. Eyes flicked to every shadow as she felt his phantom gaze on her. Logically Willow knew Spike would have moved on to play with another toy by now… but something dark inside her stirred at the notion that he might not have.

Though she would never admit it, she felt a twinge of disappointment when she made it into the dormitory without Spike appearing from the shadows. Head down, she trudged up the stairs, slowly sinking back into the gloomy depths of misery. Digging through her purse for her key, it wasn’t until she was nearly to her dorm room that she saw the lanky figure with the shock of white hair leaning against her door.

Stopping in her tracks, Willow’s eyes locked on his and her face flushed instantly. It was a moment before she could speak, but when she did, there was surprising conviction in her tone. “Go away Spike.”

Unabashed, he let his gaze linger on her mouth, the vee of her revealing top, and lower. He openly took in every one of her curves, slowly, imagining running his hand up her legs as his gaze trailed upwards, and met her eyes again. "You sure about that, Red?" he asked, his voice dark, and husky. "You sure you don't want to ride the beast?"

“Shut up!” Intensely self-consciously, Willow jerked her jacket closed and pulled her face into her best menacing glare as she stepped forward with her key in hand. “Move.” When her eyes met his again, her pulse kicked into high gear and she fought the impulse to touch him.

He did just that, moved. Moved in. Moved close. Put his hand low on her belly, splaying his fingers wide so his thumb was on her belly button and his pinky was pressing down against her sex. "Don't you want to know what it's like?" he asked, his eyes burning into hers. "Or are you afraid. Or maybe you're afraid of finding something better than him."

Willow’s reaction came hard and fast as she shoved Spike with all her strength. The fact that he allowed himself to be flung back far enough for her to get her key into the lock just went to prove that he was only playing with her. “You’re a real jerk, you know that Spike?” Hot, angry tears brimmed her eyes as she stepped through the door taking small comfort in knowing he couldn’t follow her without an invitation. He’d struck a painful chord and it reverberated through her even as she moved to slam the door to shut him out.

He shot one arm forward, absorbing the force of the door with his palm but not allowing it to move an inch closer to closing. "Can be," he admitted, staring into her face. "Not being, now."

As the moments passed, he wondered what he was doing. But the fleeting thought passed, when she tried to push again. "Invite me in."

“No,” she said firmly, confused by his answer, but still not giving an inch.

"Invite me in, Red. You know you want to." He cocked his head, and sucked his cheeks in as he smiled. "More importantly, I know you want to."

“I do not!” Willow insisted, brows shooting into her hairline to emphasize her denial. She tried to shove the door closed again, but he was like a rock. Her heart thrummed wildly in her chest and she was sure he was misinterpreting her rocketing pulse as a sign of deep dark arousal. Which it was so not.

Bloody fucking hell, between the sound of her pulse beating in his temples and the scent of her need fueling his, the vampire was growing short on patience. "Invite me in," he snapped, eyes flashing in warning.

Green eyes sparked in response to the dangerous look in his eyes and it took a moment for Willow to remind herself that Spike couldn’t hurt her. Slowly, an impish smile tweaked the edge of her mouth, her tone light and teasing. “And what are you going to do if I don’t?”

He stepped inside her room, put his hands on her shoulder's, and answered calmly. "This." Before she could respond, he captured her mouth with his, tipping her head back without taking his hands off her, and kissing her with all of the hunger and yearning that had swelled and built as he watched her over the past hours. He wouldn't let her deny him... this.

Willow’s squeak of surprise was stopped short as Spike stole her breath away. Alarm bells exploded and her whole body tensed, coiling ever tighter as he swept her into his arms. She struggled against him, but even as she tried to shove him back, her lips parted and she released a breathy mewl before she attacked his mouth with unrestrained fervor. As their tongues dueled, her fingernails gouged into his chest – but whether she was trying to hurt him or gain leverage to take him deeper into the kiss she no longer knew.

Fire. He'd always known somehow that deep down, she was like fire. He'd bet Oz hadn't been able to show her, but Spike was more than happy to. Sliding his hands down her shoulders, he lifted her up, crushing her to him as he twisted them around and pressing her back against the door. It slammed shut, and he had her pinned against it.

Hot and hungry, his mouth moved over hers. Needing. Wanting. Taking. It was the predator's way, and maybe if he weren't chipped, he wouldn't go slow... he might not coax one response after another from her, might not run his hands up her sides and tease her nipples with his thumbs. Then again, the way she was responding to him, the way she was slowly driving him crazy... he might just have chosen this way, after all.


Her legs wrapped around his waist and her head hit the back of the door as his lips feathered across the wing of her collar bone. Her pulse quickened and her breathing turned ragged. Squeezing her eyes shut and she arched into him, sucking in a sharp breath when she felt teeth scraping against the column of her neck.

“No!” she let out the guttural cry, both terrified and aroused by the thought of looking into his vampiric visage. But when his hips ground against her heated core, the denial turned into a desperate plea and she looked at him through half lidded eyes. “Oh God. Spike… Yesss…”


"'Yes'. Just you remember it's what you said last that counts," he muttered, bringing his mouth down over hers again, before she could take her words back. He pushed his tongue past her teeth, but kept his kisses shallow and fleeting, making her chase his tongue. The lower half of his body was a different matter altogether. Cradled between her legs, he was thick and heavy, pressing, pulsing against her, needing to be inside her as she rhythmically squeezed her thighs around him.

Like a leaf swept into a hurricane, Willow rode the turbulent currents, helpless to stop what was happening to her. Nothing mattered but the sensations that fed the chasm of darkness inside her. Fingers clawed at the back of his neck in answer to his coaxing kisses. Single-minded focus drove her to take everything he gave, milking each powerful thrust until she was near faint with desire. Even through their clothing, the friction against her slick core was enough to take her over the edge.

“Please… don’t stop. Don’t…” the desperate mewls came more ragged and her head lolled back against the door as his hips continued to work against her sex. She didn’t know who she was and she didn’t care. Oblivion. Bliss. Euphoria. So close… she could almost taste it. Almost…

He tried to break the kiss, and her mouth was on his again. Her mouth, her body, her hands, clinging, demanding, writhing. Bloody hell, she was going faster than him!

He wanted to be inside her, wanted to see her like this, but sheathing him. And if he weren't quick about it, he knew she would ride his leather clad body and find her release.

"Just a minute, pet," he pushed his hand between their bodies, and tried to unzip, but she wasn't having it. Her legs were clenched so tight around him that it was impossible. "Red... Willow, loosen your legs. Just for a minute now, then I'll make you feel real good," he promised, kissing her throat. "Come on, luv."

Hearing Spike speak her name jerked Willow back from the clutches of oblivion and her eyes popped wide. Gasping, she released her grip and her feet dropped to the floor. The moment she found purchase, she shoved him back. “No! Spike! Oh God ,” Willow’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. “I can’t… this is wrong…” confusion filled her eyes and she shook her head to try and clear the muddled thoughts that were all mixed up with the arousal that left her entire body throbbing with unfulfilled need.

“What are you doing? What am I doing?” All at once, it hit her. “Y-you… you… you put me under some kind of vampire thrall! How could you!” Green eyes lit with accusation. It was the only explanation for her crazed behavior.

He was too hard, too hot to be amused. "Call it what you like, blame what you want to... but let's get on with it," he said, slanting his mouth over hers, and bringing his arm around her waist.

“Spike!” she wedged her palms between them and tried to shove him back, but he had her pinned tightly against the door. Her breaths came in short pants as her mind raced through the scenario that had brought her to this moment. “It’s not fair…” she felt his knee pry her legs apart and jam against her throbbing sex. “Oh God!” she squeaked in a higher pitch. “This isn’t fair!”

Wrenching her mouth away from his, she turned her head to the side, squirming and bucking against him, desperate to slip out of his grip and out from under his influence so she could think clearly.

One hundred years of experience and he was left kissing bloody air. He jerked back, eyes still reflecting his hunger, but slowly backing away from her when he realized all that thrashing wasn't an invitation. He was confused. "Why?"

He cleared his throat and focused on her face. "You want me. I know you do? Hear your heart, yeah?" His gaze dropped to her crotch, and he licked his mouth. "I know these things. Know that you want me between your legs. Let me taste you," his gaze flicked back up. "I won't take. Just give."

Willow’s eyes grew wide and a crimson flush seared across her flesh as if his gaze were a blow torch blasting over her. The sudden absence of his body pressing against hers left her weak and she slumped back against the door. She wanted to deny his words and she even shook her head in a feeble attempt to do just that, but it was true. She wanted to feel his tongue penetrating, licking, nipping, laving the bundle of nerves that ached to be touched.

She swallowed and her eyes dropped to half lidded as if she were about to succumb to him. But she knew what she was feeling couldn’t be real. This was Spike . He had to be controlling her mind. He’d learned Dracula’s trick. She had to stop it. It wasn’t fair that he was making her feel this way. She wasn’t allowed to feel this way. It wasn’t right. Spike was a monster… a beast… Oh god how she wanted him.


“By the power of Aphrodite,” Willow gasped out, her chest heaving as she summoned her power. “Release me from this thrall. Undo what has been done. Solvo mihi! Ostendo sum vestri votum!”

"Latin for release?" His voice dropped down an octave as he lowered to his knees, skimming his mouth lightly from her collar bone, between her breasts, and down over her abs. "I'll give you release, Red..."

His hands climbed up the back of her thighs, and he looked up, giving her a wickedly hot look.

“OhGodOhGod,” Willow mewled helplessly. “Goddess… Aphrodite,” her hands moved to his shoulders and she sucked in a breath when she felt the brush of his cool lips against her inner thigh. “Spike…” Her head hit the door as her legs parted for him. Fingers clutched at his hair as she struggled to repeat the incantation invoking Aphrodite’s help to reverse whatever thrall the vampire held over her.

“Solvo mihi… solvo…” the words fell apart as her insides twisted with anticipation. “Solvo… uhm… Ostendo. Spike… ohgod oh uhmmm sum vestri votum! VOTUM!” she let out a shriek as his mouth pressed against her sex and he sucked the dampness of her desire through her panties.

One minute, he was smirking... he knew he had her. The next, he NEEDED her. With every cell in his body, he needed her. He tipped his head back and looked up at her. "Red, I love you."

(FB much appreciated. If it appears there is no interest in Spike/Willow pairing, here, then any continuation of this story can be found at my LJ instead of here.)