Keep the Smile on!

KEEP THE SMILE ON!

(AN: Ok, we all remember the moment when Buffy pretended to be the sexbot to find out what Spike told Glory. I was just wondering what would’ve happened if Spike had wanted some tender care from ‘his bot'....)

Pt. I

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Buffy walked into the crypt and instantly saw Spike. Right where Giles and Xander said they left him. Boy, he did look a mess.

Still, she couldn’t afford pity. She had to know if he told Glory about Dawn. If he did, they needed to bolt. Immediately. Well, there probably was no ‘if’ to it, was there?

Then again…..he looked a mess. That meant he resisted, didn’t it?

No time for thoughts. Play him. She was wearing the outfit of the sex-bot and now she had to act the part. Spike being out of it would help.

She walked up to him and said in her most chipper yet concerned voice, “Spike, you’re all covered in sexy wounds!”

Hm. Sexy wounds? Well, it sounded like something that stupid robot would say.

Spike lifted his head slowly. Man, they worked him over alright. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him in spite of herself. She didn’t wish this on anybody. And Spike…..well, he claimed he loved her. Didn’t faze her much since he most likely just ‘wanted’ her……but still, she didn’t like seeing this. Unless he betrayed Dawn. Then he was dust on the spot.

“Yeh………” Spike mumbled, getting up, slowly. “I feel real sexy.” His voice was low and raspy. “Where you been?”

“I fell down and got confused,” she said, pulling that unnaturally wide grin. “Willow fixed me.” Then, hearing her mistake she tried to distract him by adding “She’s gay.”

But it was too late. Spike frowned. “Will fixed you…..? I thought…..they’d melt you into scrap.”

Yep, he had her there. Guess he does know her and her friends a little by now. Why would they fix the bot and send her back to him? Think! Think fast!

“They were confused too.” Yeah that’s brilliant. Quick, cover it up before he’s onto you. You must have the info and as soon as he knows you’re you, he’ll clam up and lie and whatnot. You can’t risk that! Say something! “Do you want to ravage me now?”

Yeah, good one. Let’s pray he’s too messed up for that! At least it did the job of distracting him from why on earth they would fix her and send her back to him.

Spike almost smiled. “Give us a minute. Got some bones need mending,” he said to her relief.

Phew, that was close. Now for the info…..

“But,” he suddenly said, looking up at her kind of sadly. “I s’pose I could use a little TLC.”

She faltered for a moment. TLC? What’s that mean. She supposed to bind his wounds? Give him backrub? He wasn’t up for sex, so……

Then she saw him nudge his head towards his pants, and she nearly freaked out. She managed to force the fake smile to stay on, but it took all she had. This wasn’t in the plan! And what did he want? A hand job……a blowjob???

Ok answer him, he’s starting to look at you funny. “Sure!” she said, chipper as can be. He smiled and started to try and take off his shirt. When his face turned to painful grimaces he looked at her and said, “Give us a hand, will you luv?” She didn’t move for a second, wondering if he wanted more after all. But she forced herself to stay with it. This was just his shirt. It wouldn’t come to much more if she played it right. She just needed to keep a cool head. She tried to take his shirt over his head but he grunted with more clear pain on his face. “Ah it’s a goner anyway…..just tear it off….”

She forced her fake bot smile and grabbed his shirt where it was torn and ripped it further open. She couldn’t help herself as she saw his muscles. She remembered the bot, saying, “You should see him naked. Really.” She noticed she’d said it with such genuine enthusiasm. All programmed of course, but still. Well, she was right. He looked like some sculpture by a long dead Italian guy. All well-shaped muscles like they were carved out of a piece of marble. He smiled at her as she tossed the remains of the shirt. Then he laid back down again, with some groans and grunts as he lay back on the stone surface, fully expecting her to…….get started?

She stood there not moving for a moment. No way. No way was she going to touch him down there. This was as far as she could go. Guess it was back to the old ‘talk or I’ll stake you’ then.

No! This is about Dawn! And he’s never really responded to ‘talk or stake’ anyway! Money! He’d responded to that! She had none with her. And even then, he’d lie. She wouldn’t know for sure. And she HAD to! And quick! He had to talk, talk to the bot, she had to get him to talk about what happened at Glory’s.

“Uhm, so, what did that Glory want?” she tried, keeping her smile on.

He lifted his head, a little surprised she wasn’t at it yet. “Wuh? C’mon luv, I had a rough day. Be sweet huh? Just like before…….”

She gulped and screamed inside her head. She really couldn’t press him further! If he wasn’t so messed up he probably would’ve made her by now. If she didn’t start doing something, he’d know……Dawn, think of Dawn. Just…..just start taking his pants off….slowly. And keep talking, as long as you’re doing what he wants he won’t be suspicious. Maybe if you move as slow as can be and keep talking, maybe he’ll tell you what you need to know and you can come away with little more than a peek at the unmentionables…….

She suppressed a shudder and a gulp and saw her hands move to his pants. She started to slowly unbuckle his belt while continuing her questions. “So……uh, this Glory, why did you let her hurt you so?”

Spike grunted. “Bl’dy skank……..gonna get hers……”

Buffy cursed inside. At this rate…….she already had the belt and the button open and started unzipping him. He squirmed a little as her one hand rested on his loins while the other dragged the zipper all the way down. She could tell he was already getting hard.

“Yes! Yes, bloody skank. Right, she’s going to get what’s coming to Mes Messing with my uh, Spikey,” she forced out of her mouth. Then Spike lifted his hips a little to allow her to drag his jeans down his legs.

She clenched her jaw and did it. Good grief he really did go commando…..she pulled the pants down over his hips and butt and his erection popped up right in front of her face as the edge of the cloth went past it.

Eep!

She couldn’t help but notice he was nicely hung. Not like a pornstar, just a little bigger that average. But firm and good girth. And a little bent. She wondered if that was a vamp thing but then she remembered Angel. Straight as a line.

She shook the thoughts from her mind. Spike was just lying there now with his eyes closed, in anticipation of what she was supposed to start doing now.

“C’mon luv……like before, start with your hands……..”

Okay. Okay. Stay calm. Not as bad as you thought, he could’ve asked for the mouth immediately…..or just for her to climb on…….no, go on. Take it slow. Do what you have to do. Not the first penis you touched, and he’s pretty much helpless anyway.

Her hands went forward and gripped his shaft. Man he was hard. And yeah, decent girth, especially where he bent a little……Spike gave a soft moan.

She started to rub him up and down and his body reacted as a little shudder went through his pelvis. Yeah she knew she was good at this. And Spike WAS a good looking guy. ‘Compact but well muscled.’.

‘Yeah and……virile…..’ she thought as she felt him get harder in her hands as she rubbed and kneaded.

Then she snapped out of it. “Ahem, I mean, so…..why…..I mean that Glory sure is evil……”

Spike just grunted and moaned some more. Great! Here she was with her brilliant plan, jerking him off! And not learning a thing! Her hands continued to work him, as she racked her brain looking for options. She placed one hand on his loins, his penis sticking out at the base of her thumb and index finger, and with her other hand, she started to speed up. If she had to do this anyway, then maybe it was better to get to the ‘end’ faster.

Spike moaned and said, “No, no not too fast……”

Great. A high maintenance vampire with a hard on.

“Use…..use the oil…..” he said.

Oil? He had oil? And she was probably supposed to know where it was. Oh there, at the foot of the casket he was lying on. She forced her smile on again and tripped over there. She picked up the bottle and she gulped a little.

It was special oil. It got warm as you rubbed it on.

And it was cherry-flavored. It had taste. Taste meant……..

‘No WAY,’ she thought. Then she focused again. Get him wit with your hands then. It’s not killing you, no one’s here to see it, and afterwards he’ll probably be more talkative. Hopefully.

She turned back to him, his penis still sticking up in the air. ‘Oy, this guy certainly has libido’ the thought. She opened the bottle and poured some oil on him. Then she proceeded to rub it all over the tip and the shaft, before returning to a clear rhythm, top to base.

He squirmed and sighed. As she continued she started to get into the act of it, now that she had decided to take it there, seeing it was impossible to get him to talk before he climaxed. She focused on his reaction and started to squeeze harder, slowly, as she moved. She started to pick up the pace a little again but only a little, while her other hand started to massage his balls.

She didn’t notice how she slowly got more into it, ever since she had opened the bottle with the oil in it.

Spike’s reactions got more and more noticeable, both in sound and movement. Just as she was confident he was near climax, he suddenly gestured and mumbled: “Now, now, come on………..your mouth……please…..” He got up a little and squirmed down to the end of the casket he was lying on, till his legs were hanging off at the knees.

Buffy gulped.

Eep!

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TBC!