Breaking away

Chapter 2

((Warning, prostitution in this chapter.))

Spike swaggered into the club with a confidence he didn't really feel. He really, really didn't want to do this. The alcohol buzzing in his veins helped to calm him though. Good old reliable Jack. Seemed to be his only true companion these days. Saw him through more rough patches then he could count. Every time Dru had walked out on him with some new... Not really the thing he wanted to be thinking of right now.

He had managed to get some money for some blood and that cell-phone he had promised the Bit but if he was going to get out of L.A. he would need a lot more. He walked over to the middle of the dance floor and started dancing. Showing of his lean and muscular body. It wasn't long before someone took the bait. A slightly older man made his way towards him. Smiling seductively the stranger ran his hand along his back. Resting in the small of Spike's back. Turning around the blond vampire let the hand trail over his side and along his stomach. Turning his heavy lidded gaze he took in his target.

The man was not unattractive. He had dark eyes and darker hair, the dark blue silk shirt showed of his broad shoulders while the dark brown leather pants showed of his muscular legs. Spike let his lips curl into his patent sexy smirk that had made quite a few people go weak in the knees during his long life. "Can I help you?" He purred into the mans ear. "I'm sure you can. If you can spare me a moment of your time." The man pressed his body along his side and curled his arm along the blonde’s waist. "My time is rather expensive." Spike ran one of his hands along the mans chest. Stopping only at the top of his pants. "Although you look like you can afford it."

The other narrowed his eyes at him. Taking a moment to look the vampire up and down. "And how expensive would be expensive then?" Spike smirked at the blatant lust he could read in the others eyes. "About 400. You up for it." He asked. Running the tips of his fingers teasingly over the buldge in the mans pants. Part of him was ashamed he was doing this. There was a time he would have ripped the mans throat out and simply took what he needed but that time was past. Not like it mattered much anyway. He was already the slayers whore. Only difference was that this way he would have to live with a lot less bruises and that he would actually get paid. He turned his attention back on his costumer as he slipped 4 hundred dollar bills into the pocket of his jeans.

He smiled, taking the man by his hand he led him to the alleyway outside. The man immediately pressed him with the front against the wall. Spike managed to catch himself moments before his face would have made impact with the wall. Hands tore at the buttons of his jeans and then felt air hit his backside. Two fingers roughly entered his opening. He was glad he prepared himself before hand. Otherwise this might have been more then just uncomfortable. He heard more rustling of clothing and he spread his legs some more. A hand settled on his hips as he felt the man enter him with a hard thrust. He focussed on clenching his inner muscles. Clamping down on the cock inside of him, hoping that it would make the man find his release faster.

He hissed as he felt the cock start thrusting inside of him. Accidentally hitting his prostate a few times and causing jolts of unwanted pleasure to run down his spine. He felt himself hardening and cursed internally. The hand on his hip was tightening with each thrust and the ragged panting in his ear told him that it wouldn't be long now. He closed his eyes and kept working the cock inside of him. Soon he heard a loud grunt and felt the tell-tale wetness hitting his insides. The man pulled back out and he heard rustling behind him.

He pulled his jeans back up. Working them over his erection with some difficulty and zipping them up. The blond vampire turned around then, a smirk playing on his lips. He saw the man wetting his lips as he stared at him. "Going to be around here more often then?" He could smell the alcohol as the others breath washed over his face. He shrugged. "Dunno. Might stick around for a bit. Not too long though." The man smiled a lust filled smile. "Maybe I'll see you around then." Before walking off. Leaving him alone in the alley. It was still early so he was not really surprised. A few hours from now this place would be crawling with couples and vampires.

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Dawn came stomping into her room in the manner only a teenage girl can achieve. Slamming the door behind her before she threw herself on her bed. Grabbing her phone and a piece of paper off her nightstand she dialled the number.

Back in L.A. Spike startled out of his reverie as his cell started ringing. He quickly took it out of his pocket and thanked god that it hadn't rung a bit earlier. "Bit? Everything ok?" He asked worriedly. He had called her this afternoon and hadn't really expected her to call until at least tomorrow.

Dawn hearing his worry quickly reassured him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Buffy is totally freaking out though. Was screaming and stomping all over the place so I though it would be nice to hear a more friendly voice for a bit. I swear I can't stand her sometimes. She was yelling at me for ordering pizza. Saying we don't have the money for things like that. It is so not my fault she wasn't home until 8. I was hungry. And then she was complaining over there being more vampires about and having to patrol to Willow. Ignoring me again as she always does. Sometimes I swear I hate her. And I miss you and it is so her fault you are gone and she hasn't even noticed yet, even though you have been away for three days now."

He sighed into the phone. "Not her fault bit. Well not completely anyway. She is trying you know. Difficult to adjust to things again. Especially as she can't really talk about it. Wouldn't do to make the little Scooby’s feel all guilty, after all." Figured that she hadn't noticed yet. It sliced through him like a knife for a moment before he pressed it down again. He really did still love her. He just wished he could hate her. Or at least stop being such a bloody pathetic nonce. "How's that bloke in your class? Cain or somthin'. Do I need to break his fingers yet or is he behavin' 'imself." He asked. Steering the subject away from Buffy.

"No." She screeched before pouting. "He doesn't even notice me. And Janice said that Angela said that Robert said that he saw him making out with Lila, the slut. And she even let him put his hand up her skirt. She has been out with all the hot guys in our year." Spike growled softly into the cell. "That settles it then, Bit. No going out with this guy. Just innit for a shag then, ain't he? Don't need a bloke like that. And if he tries to come on to you I'll rips his ruddy knackers off." Dawn just rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah." Suddenly she could hear Buffy downstairs. "Dawn. Bed. Now." She grumbled under her breath. "Gotta go then, Nibblet. Talk to you in a while." Spike's gentle voice soothing her ire somewhat. "Yeah. Talk to you tomorrow." She said sadly and hung up.