Geeks Can Be Hot

Rating: again with the PG-13, but I PROMISE next chapter’s gonna be smut city! I’m just having way too much fun with the funny.

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"No pain!" Willow’s head snaps up from watching the situation in the crater at Spike’s triumphant shout and sees the vampire begin beating up on the demon that had been attacking him. "I can hurt a demon!"

Part of her stilled fearfully as she watched his human features shifts and transform into the lumpy forehead, yellow eyes and deadly fangs of his ‘game face,’ but she was surprised to find something like awe to be the more overwhelming feeling she felt as she watched him fight. There was such repressed anger and brutality in the way he just … well, wailed on the Vahrall demon, but there was also a beauty to it. A natural, almost feline, grace to the way his lean body moved to attack and defend.

"That’s right," he gloats as the demon finally falls to it’s knees under his assault. "I’m back," she snickers at seeing him strut cockily around the collapsed figure. "And I’m a bloody animal! Yeah," he picks the demon up over his head and prepares to hurl it into the fissure where the Vahrall that had been beating Xander had gone to sacrifice himself.

"No!" the brunette yells, seeing the vampire’s actions and knowing now that the demon’s are the sacrifice needed for the ceremony and allowing them to enter the Hellmouth was a big buttload of bad.

"Spike, not in the hole!" she adds a shout of her own as her horrified eyes see the sack clutched in the demon’s hand.

She clenches her eyes shut and smacks a hand to her forehead as her call is too late and the second Vahrall goes flying into the fissure complete with the bones of a child needed to end the world. Another tremor shakes the earth and rubble they’re all standing in as the ritual is just one demon from complete and she stumbles to try and find balance.

"What?" she hears Spike say, but doesn’t search him out. "I was helping!"

"Get out of here," Buffy orders as she takes on the last demon and the building rocks dangerously over and around them all. "The building is going to come down!"

Ya think, Willow thinks sarcastically at the statement of the obvious as she begins scrambling up out of the crater.

She makes it up to the remains of actual floor just in time to see a beam fall from the ceiling and knock Spike down as it hits him in the back of the head. She gasps out his name and rushes toward him, reaching his side after Xander had already helped the unconscious vampire up from beneath the debris. Without speaking they each heave one of the blonde man’s arms over their shoulders and begin dragging him out of the library then on to the safety of anywhere outside the near collapsing school.

"Buffy," her friend turns back to look toward the library after they’ve gone a few feet.

"Will be fine," Willow assures him with a near glare. "Buffy – Slayer – superhuman strength and healing. Us," she looks from him to herself and pulls Spike’s arm tighter around her shoulders as he started to slump toward the ground, "dead meat if we don’t run now."

"Good point," Xander says after a beat and they resume pulling the vampire along as they rushed toward safety.

The second they made it outside the shaking building Spike started coming around and Xander released his hold on the vampire. Willow squeaked in protest as she suddenly became responsible for holding up all the blonde’s weight and her arms wrapped around his ribcage just under his armpits as they fell to the ground.

"Mmm," she looks up when they’ve settled with his body lying hard atop her and sees him doing that smirking, leering, way too cute and attractive look thing as he gazes down at her. "Looks like you’re right, Pollyanna," he shifts around until his hips have found their way between her legs and she feels a very … impressive … hard length grinding against her jean covered core. "Thing’s are definitely looking up now," she gasps and tightens her arms around him as the grinding continues. "Can kick demon ass and," his face, which had returned to normal when he was knocked out, nuzzles against her neck before he nips at the pale skin there with his blunt teeth, "I’ve got me a tumble all wet and willing to go."

"I am not a tumble," she’s insulted by the very suggestion and it shows quite clearly in the way her head lolls to the side with a moan of pleasure for his mouth to reach more of her throat without any obstacles.

"Yeah, Wills," she hears Xander scoff from somewhere nearby, but not too near by. "You might wanna repeat that when you’re not dry humping the undead there."

Her eyes comes as close as humanly possible to popping out of their sockets as her friend’s wry comment sinks in and she frantically shoves the grinding vampire off her body and backs away from the temptation of his hard body before leaping to her feet.

"The … the earth," she stands on wobbly legs for a minute and looks back at the school, "the Earth’s stopped shaking. Right?" she looks to Xander for confirmation of that fact as she sways a bit on her feet.

"Yeah," he nods, looks at her then quickly away. "Looks like Buffy did it."

"Slayer wouldn’t be the only one doing it if you could keep that gob of yours shut," Spike complains as he gets to his feet. "What the bloody hell hit me?"

Willow watches him sway a bit himself, he because of his injury not because his bones had gone all soft and Play dough-like from having had a very handsome vampire grinding against her body … not that that was why she’d been swaying, she tells herses shs she moves to his side to prop him up.

"A beam kinda clocked ya," she wraps a supporting arm around his waist and uses her other hand to take hold of his jaw to turn his head so she could get a look at his ouchie. "Yikes," she hisses with sympathy pains at the nasty looking lump at the back of his head and the traces of blood around it that matted his bleached blonde hair.

"Bad as it feels?" he turns his head to look at her.

As she’d still been leaning in to examine the wound his move put their faces, most notably their mouths, into very very close proximity to one another. Her tongue slides out to moisten her lips as they feel really really dry just then as Spike’s looking at her and she can tell he’s thinking about their kiss just like she is.

She feels his arms wrap around her and sighs with a smile lighting her eyes as a growl vibrates his chest and his velvety lips press against hers. Her eyes drift shut as the kiss starts slow with such promise for more then she moans and grabs him tighter as the more begins.

"Will," she whimpers as an urgent voice and tugging at her coat distract her from enjoying the cool, wet tongue delving deeply into her mouth. "Willow," Xander finally gives up the subtle approach and yanks her away from the vampire for the second time in the last hour.

"Do you mind," Spike snarls and lunges angrily at the brunette, obviously intending to do serious bodily harm to her friend if the way he suddenly froze in his tracks to cry out and clutch his head in pain was any indication.

"You’ve gotta stop trying to hurt Xander," she orders even as she goes back to his side to cradle his clearly aching head in her hands.

"What the hell is going on here?"

She freezes in the act of pulling the vampire into her arms to rest his head against her shoulder and looks behind her toward the school where Buffy stood gaping at her.

"Willow and … Xander, right?" Willow’s eyes widened further and another pitiful squeak escaped her at the appearance of Riley Finn. "Jeez, what are the chances, huh?" his words apparently distract Buffy from her reaction to the whole seeing Willow all cozy with Spike thing so she decides she really really likes Buffy’s new boyfriend. "Yeah, I was just passing by when I thought I heard people inside."

"Passing by in your GI Joe outfit?" she can’t resist pointing out.

But then her words remind her that his presence in the fatigues confirms that he’s part of the Initiative and the Initiative’s the people who chipped Spike and Spike …

"Don’t I know you?" Riley’s gaze has focused on the vampire and his head tips to the side as he studies him.

"No," Willow answers quickly and places herself firmly in front of her … well, of Spike … to obscure the commando’s view of the blonde vampire.

"Me?" Spike spoke at the same time and rather eagerly let her shield him. "No. No, sir," she frowns and looks at him over her shoulder as suddenly he sounds like some kind of John Wayne impersonator. "I’m just an old pal of Xander’s here," she’s happy to see that her friend has moved to stand closer to the blonde just in case Riley recognized and tried something on the vampire.

"Oh," she chokes on a laugh as the guy proves he’s more muscle than brains and actually buys that. "That’s nice."

He and Buffy turned to start walking away and the trio left behind all exhales a breath they hadn’t known they held.

"That was close," she finds herself hugging Spike and smiling up into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Close?" the vampire scoffs. "Are you kidding me? That bloke’s so dense I probably coulda had my game face on and been wearing a ‘vampire here’ sign and he woulda still been ‘oh, that’s nice,’" she laughs at his mocking of the agent.

"Puh-leaze, Mr. Cool," Xander gives a scoff of his own and smacks the blonde on the back. "You were so shaking in your short pants, buddy. And what exactly was that thing you did with your voice? ‘Oh, no. No, sir, big scary military guy sir,’" the brunette begins mocking the Texan twang Spike had adopted in that moment. "’I’m just an old pal of Xander’s here, so please don’t look twice at the vampire you and your friends chipped to make all impotent.’"

The thud of fist connecting with face followed by two simultaneous shouts of pain made Willow stop laughing and sigh in exasperation.

"Spike," she huffs with her hands going to her hips as she watched him curse and clutch at his throbbing head after the chip’s electric shock. "What did I just say not ten minutes ago about trying to hit Xander?"

"Succeeded that time, pet," the blonde straightens with a satisfied grin as he watches the brunette he’d slugged rise to his feet again cradling his jaw. "Worth it, too."

"You don’t even get the garage for that, buster," Xander glares at the smug vampire. "For that, I’m chaining your pale undead ass out in the yard to get a front row view of sunrise."

"Xander," Willow glares at him for the threat.

"That’s the spirit, luv," Spike wraps his arms around her and nuzzles her neck. "Show the git he can’t be threatening your new boyfriend."

"Oh, sure, hide behind Willow," her friend ignores the warning growl that begins rumbling through the vampire’s chest. "Were you ever really a big bad? ‘Cause, right now, not very believable."

Sighing with resignation she moves a safe distance away and flops down on the ground to watch the idiots wrestle. And wrestling is really all it could be called ‘cause to call it a real fight would be like calling golf a contact sport.

This was far from the brutal beating he gave the Vahrall, what with the screaming and recoiling in agony after every successful or attempted blow, but still she finds herself oddly captivated by the sight of Spike in action like this. Even if this was a rather pathetic spectacle two two allegedly grown males to enter into. It was like the childish little schoolyard brawls she vaguely remembers witnessing in grade school with slapping, pushing, yelling, biting, hair pulling, Indian burns, purple nurples … Why wasn’t she surprised to see that the vampire appeared to like those nipple twistings? … and attempts to poke each others eyes out.

It was actually kinda … her head tipped to the side as Xander somehow got Spike pinned on his stomach beneath him in a headlock and was demanding the vampire plead ‘Uncle’ … arousing.

Oh, she jumps to her feet again with her eyes going wide at the realization.

"Enough," she orders firmly. "Stop that right now the both of you!"

They ignore her, no big surprise there, and the blonde rears back to bash his head into the brunette’s face. The move has little effect on Xander, but Spike’s in agony from the firing of the chip and the painful reminder that he was still recovering from a major blow to the back of the head.

"Serves you right, you ninny," she huffs at him even as she’s reaching out to grab her friend’s ear and twist it to drag the young man to his feet.

"Ow, ow, ow ow ow OW," Xander smacks away her hand as soon as he’s standing and jumps away with a protective hand over the twisted ear. "Did I tell you the ‘Ow’ yet?"

"That," Spike rolls onto his back and scoffs, "is what it takes to make him squeal like a girl?"

She’s had just about enough of the snarky so with an evil smile on her face she bends back down and comes back up with the blonde loudly complaining at the hold she has on his ear.

"Why you sadistic little bird," he stands, but doesn’t tear himself free of her punishing grip. "I like that."

"You do?" she lets his ear go and moves the hand into his hair. "Ooh," she marvels aloud as her fingers come into contact with silky soft strands rather than stiff tendrils damaged by the bleach he uses on them. "So soft."

His blue eyes flash with wicked intentions as he grabs her other hand and pulls it to his erection.

"So hard," she whispers as her fingers curl into the bulge inside his pants.

"Spike, if you wanna poke my eyes out now I’d really actually kind of appreciate it," Xander interrupts yet again to comment just as they’re moving in for a kiss.

"Will you stop doing that?" she turns to glare at him for the interruption.

"Whoa, wait, I’m just supposed to twiddle my thumbs here while you get it on with the chipped one?"

"Well … yeah," she blushes at her answer as Spike chuckles at it.

"Better yet, peaches," the vampire pulls her back against his chest and looks at the brunette over her shoulder, "why don’t you just push off and let us shag in peace?" His lips suck on a spot of skin about halfway up the right side of her throat and her eyes drift shut with a moan. "Unless," he removes his mouth to talk again to the other guy, "you’re waiting for an invite to join in."

"What?!" her eyes are doing that attempt to exit their sockets thing in shock as she whirls around to smack the blonde’s shoulder.

"Oh, yeah, Red," he reaches up with a leer to stroke the area she hit. "Hurt me so good. Bet you’ll be a whips and chains kinda gal once I get rid of that girlish blushes habit."

"Someone please tell me the world’s ended and that’s why this is happening?" she feels one such blush color her cheeks, permanently in all likelihood considering how much she’s been doing that tonight, and averts her gaze from the vampire to land on Xander.

"My fingers are really crossed for that being the case, but I think the Buffster saved the day yet again," her friend sighs and shakes his head slowly as if to clear it. "I’m leaning toward the fact that you’ve gone completely insane to deal with Oz’s being gone now."

"I’m not insane," she pouts and glares at the brunette then feels hands grab her ass before drifting around to her front to drift up and fondle her breasts. "Mmm," her eyes flutter shut then snap open before she hops away from Spike’s touching. "Bad touching," she turns to wag a finger at him.

"Felt pretty good to me, pet," he does this thing with his tongue moving slowly over his teeth then poking against a corner of his mouth combined with the most blatantly sexual look in his eyes and she feels her bones going all melty as a rush of liquid gets her … knickers very wet.

"Xander, go find Buffy," she orders without taking her eyes from Spike’s face.

"What? Leave you here with … that?" she hears his scorn toward the vampire. "Are you crazy?!"

"That's what you're telling me, so quite possibly, yeah," she turns to smile a bit goofily at him. "I think I like it."

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There shall be more ... ;-)