Alternate Lives.

Note: Hey I'm back with more Buffy and Spike of both worlds. Only it's our B/S who gets between the sheets this time. Enjoy.


'I Hope you don't intend to go out there.' Spike pulled his Buffy to a stop.

'What?' she said and tried to loosen her arm from his grasp.

'There is no way that you are going out there with a Demon." Spike replied and tried to get her to move back from the door. Buffy wouldn't be deterred.

'No, please.'

'Spike...' Buffy replied.

'Wait for Red and the whelp.'

"What if this Demon is from our world with news for us. it could be Elixus. He travels realities doesn't he?'

'That's not the point...' Spike countered.

"You mean Willow and Xander." This realities Buffy said. Then there was a knock at the door. She went to answer it and it had to be her Spike on the other side. He looked nervous when his eyes settled on his Buffy. Well she wasn't his, she belonged to Soldier Boy.

"Uh..." He started to say.

"What do you want Spike?" Buffy said and then looked behind her to see the other two. Then she pushed him out further onto the porch and closed the door behind her. She took a time to look at him and for the first time she really saw him. He was standing there staring at his feet and refusing to meet her gaze.

"I wanted to talk to you." He responded. Spike held out his hand and offered Buffy a piece of paper.

Buffy wasn't sure whether she wanted to take it or not but finally she did. There was picture of a swirling vortex and some sort of spell.

"What the Hell is this?" Buffy asked.

"It's a way to send them back. I got it off the Demon black market pet." Spike replied and turned to go. He made it to the first step but lost his footing and collapsed to the porch grabbing his side.

"Spike!" Buffy ran to his side and pulled him so he leaned back against her. Why hadn't she noticed the blood before and why was she helping him now. She was supposed to be with Riley and hating Spike. Yet here she was holding him while he bled on her.

"I'm fine." Spike tried to move but she used her Slayer strength to hold him down. She moved aside his duster and moved up his black shirt to see a deep stab wound on his side.

"How did you get this?" Buffy asked and got him to his feet. She pulled on of his arms over her shoulder and helped him hobble off the porch so she could get him back to his crypt. There were no reasons why she couldn't treat him at her house except for two. The other Spike and Buffy. There was something about those two that made her feel weird. just the way her mother asked her all these questions and then telling about her sob story life. The way she talked about her life with Spike is how her life with Angel should have gone.

Now here she was with this Spike helping him while she got some of his blood on her. This was just what she needed to tonight. But there was this little voice in the back of he ind that kept telling her about needing a monster in her life. The voice kept saying Spike was that monster and then the larger voice of reason would beat it back and say that he was too much of a monster for anything. Yet here she was helping him.

They were at his crypt before Buffy knew it and she was helping him inside to lay on the stone vault. There used to be a body in there but Spike had tossed the bones in some other crypt s e could make it more comfortable in there for him.

"Spike what did you do to yourself?" Buffy asked and tore off a piece of the blanket so she could hold it to the wound.

"Ahhh... not so hard." Spike groaned and fisted his hands in his hair.

"How did you get this?" Buffy asked again and pushed into his wound.

"Damn! Ok ok. I procured that little spell to send those people back to their world." Spike bit out and pushed her hand away rolling to his side and went over to his fridge. Moments later there was a resounding thud as he slammed the door shut.

"Out of Blood?" Buffy asked and smirked to herself when he merely growled at her and stalked back to the vault. Spike had made the discovery he could take blood from a willing donor. Blood is what he needed right now and he doubted the Slayer would be willing. She hated him after all and none of the what was happening made anything better for either of them.

"I can wait till tomorrow night to get some blood. Thanks for the help and all, not that i needed it." Spike groaned. Buffy moved a little away and thought. she gave blood to Angel willingly but he nearly killed her.

Buffy pulled out a knife from her boot and cut a deep gash in her right arm. making sure the blood came to the surface she walked over in front of him and offered her arm to him. Spike looked form the fresh blood to her face and then back to her arm. "Here, take what you need." Buffy said coming closer to him.

There had to be something about the way she looked offering her very blood to the likes of him. It touched a piece of him and he accepted. Spike gingerly took her arm and like he had done before placed his lips gently touching them to her would began to drink deep from her vein. She moved closer to him allowing Spike to wrap his free arm around her waist. There was no fighting. it was only blood in the moment.

Buffy never felt this with angel or Riley but Spike had a way of making her see things that were so deeply buried in her no light could touch them. His lips working on the wound made for a delicious sensation and Buffy found herself running her finger through his hair. Soon his fingers danced along the edge of her jeans. She gasped when he undid the top button and slide the zipper down. His free hand slipped inside her jeans to coax her closer to him. Buffy went willingly closer and dragged his mouth away from her arm so she could kiss him; drink him down with her blood still staining his lips.

Spike surged to his feet alive with power from the recent feeding. He hauled Buffy into his arms and jumped down to the lower level where his bed was. She made no protests and only kissed him harder. When she nipped at his lips harder than he thought she would Spike tossed her on the bed and covered her with his battered body. Buffy welcomed him into the cradle of her body and rocked against his growing hard on. There was no doubt in her mind. Bedding Spike seemed like a good idea and she was in the mood for some good old honest sex where she could be the aggressor and not worry about breaking any bones. With Riley she was always on the bottom. The slayer in her didn't like that, but being here with Spike she could dominate him and not worry about what he would think about her.

Buffy rolled them so she was on top and controlling the kiss. Her jeans were riding low on her hips and the shirt she had on was covered in blood. In one swift movement Buffy tore her lips from his and whipped off her shirt tossing it in a direction. She pulled him back for more and her fingers went to work on the buttons of his pants. when they were unfastened she reached inside them and grasped his thick shaft. Spike's hands came up to her hips and rolled them both so he was on top. When they rolled he managed to get her pants and underwear down to her knee's, Buffy got them the rest of the way of and set to work moving his down.

She bit down on his bottom lip making him look at her. "That hurt pet." Spike said and moved down her neck and left a fiery trail of kisses in his wake. When Spike reached her bra he used his teeth to undo the clasp. Form there he showered kisses on her right breast. Then he took her nipple in his moth and rolled the hardened flesh around with his tongue. Buffy was moaning and weaving her fingers in his hair keeping close to her body. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with every pass of his fangs on his breast. When he would drag hem down her flesh she want to come right there and then. She had no idea this feeling was buried in the back of her ind. now that she had a taste for it how was she going to go back to trying to be normal?

"Spike, give me more." Buffy growled and

"You sure about that, pet?" Spike asked and moved into the cradle of her legs teasing her entrance making her writhe beneath him.

"Yes." She moaned and wrapped her legs around him. There was no doubt or hatred only this moment. Buffy could see what the other one saw in Spike. He made her blood boil and pump harder than the other men in her life could ever do. She reached between their bodies and positioned him at her entrance. He gave her a wide eyed look as she began to slowly take him into her body. He was wider than Angel or Riley so Buffy had to go slow and allow her body time to adjust. There had to be something wrong with her. She was having sex with Spike and not trying to puke her guts out. Actually she quite enjoyed the sensation of each inch of him sliding slowly into her.

"Yes." Spike groaned and pushed himself all the way in making Buffy arch her back to meet him. She ran her nails down his back when he picked up the pace. the next night she knew the red welts would still be there. Rolling again Buffy was on top and riding Spike for all he was worth. His hand rested on her waist and let her set the pace. Rising and falling over him like some angel Spike was mesmerized at what he saw. The bounce of her breast and the fall of her hair. it was enough to make any man fall in love all over again. Spike knew he was a fool for her love and someday he hoped she would return it.

Spike could feel himself about to come. Sitting up he caught her mouth with his and drank down her cries of pleasure when she spilled over the edge and clenching her inner walls Buffy made sure that Spike followed her over the edge into bliss. Buffy collapsed on top of him and felt relieved when Spike put his arms around her and just kept her touch him body. Sleep soon claimed them both and they tumbled into the dreamless dark abyss.


TWO HOURS LATER


Buffy woke with Spike still holding her. Right about now the panic and the guilt would be settling in. A minute passed and still no panic. Where was all the panic and sickness? The answer would have to be, no where. she tried to sit up but she hurt in places that let her know most of the night was spent doing wonderful things. She looked down on Spike and watched him sleep. He looked like a Gothic Angel. One of the ones who looks beautiful and tormented all at the same time. that would be Spike. For all his confidence deep down he was as tormented as any human.

'But he's a demon.' a little voice in the back of her head whispered and for once she told it to shut up.

"Hmm." Buffy groaned and she felt Spike lay his hand on her urging her to lie back down and rest.

"Morning will come soon enough pet and then you can leave. Till then try and relax and enjoy yourself." Spike said and pulled her to him again burying his face in her hair. Buffy settled back into his embrace and felt oddly at peace there in his arms. It was strange. Spike was her enemy and local pain in the ass that she never thought he could be anything else. Sleep soon came back to claim her with a vengeance. Safety was not a word Buffy would have associated with Spike but her body told her differently. There would be hell to pay when she got back and she would have to talk to Riley. Lately he had been disappearing into the night and she had no idea where he went. There was nothing to do now but sleep and enjoy this for how ever long it lasted.