Shelter Me

When you’re homeless, the hours blend into days and the days blend into months. Life is hard on the streets of L.A. Buffy and William, now Spike, as he had been christened by the other street kids since his run in with Warren and Tucker had long since become two more teenage statistics of the urban homeless and hungry. The siblings hadn’t succumbed to drugs or alcohol yet, until one night that changed too.

As each month had passed, Buffy had filled out more and more to Spike’s ever growing frustrated dismay. Sleeping next to her every night, having her press up against him was slowly driving him crazy. Added to the guilt he felt for even having these thoughts about his little sister, he felt like he was going insane.

He even went so far as to go to a local church and prayed at the altar to make these feelings stop. Anything for these feelings to go away. But they didn’t stop. In fact, they continued to grow stronger.

Buffy seemed oblivious to his constant state of arousal, allowing him free reign to hold her every night. She had long since grown accustomed to his frequent erections pressing into her and never brought it up to him. Lately she had begun to feel all tingly when it happened but she was way too embarrassed to tell Spike.

Finally all the sexual tension and frustration reached its pinnacle when Spike arrived home at the warehouse falling down drunk having gone out with some boys from the network neighborhood of street kids. Buffy awoke to find Spike not only poking into her but he was moaning her name and sliding his arousal along the crack of her behind. Buffy gasped as she felt a rush of liquid squirt out of her privates and drench her panties.

“Buffy…oh baby. I need you…please” Spike breathed into her ear.

“Spike? Are you O.K.? You smell like beer.” Buffy commented.

“I might have had one or two…or six” Spike slurred.

“What are you doing?” Buffy breathed out as he continued to rub against her.

“I’m taking what’s mine” Spike growled as he rolled her over and climbed on top.

“Spike!” Buffy gasped.

Her lowered his mouth to hers and began to devour her lips and tongue. Buffy arched her back and kissed him back. One part of her mind telling her how very wrong this was and the other told her, ‘want, take, and have.’

“I can’t take it anymore, Buffy. You teasing me everyday. I’m gonna make you feel it.” Spike said as he reached down to unzip his jeans caught up in the booze and his raging teenage hormones.

Buffy grabbed his shoulders and held on tight. She wasn’t naïve enough to not know the mechanics of what seemed imminent but she was naïve enough to not comprehend the enormous impact that this would have on both her and Spike for the rest of their lives if she allowed him to continue. She knew she should stop him. She knew he would stop if she told him. She knew how everyone would consider this very wrong but she loved him so much. He was her everything. Her brother, her surrogate father, her best friend, her protector, her hero, her champion. So when he yanked her pants and panties down roughly and she felt his huge length press against her virginal opening, she didn’t resist.

“I love you, Buffy.” Spike said as he thrust in hard, too drunk to realize the pain he was causing her.

“Ouch!!!!, Oh God! It’s hurts!” Buffy screamed as her fingernails bit into Spike’s back.

“Oh fuck! So tight!” Spike groaned, rearing back and then plunging back in even harder, this time tearing through the thin membrane that held Buffy’s innocence.

“AHHHH!!” Buffy cried out gripping Spike tighter as he reached down and grasped her hips, holding her immobile while he began pounding into her untried channel. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively and hugged him to her.

“It’s O.K. baby, I’m O.K.” she breathed out between tears, allowing him to use her body for his release.

Spike pumped his hips a few more times and with a large grunt, spilled himself deep inside her.

“Love you Buffy, Forever. You’re mine.” Spike said before collapsing and passing out, still embedded inside her.

Buffy gently pushed him off of her to the side, wincing when his member, slick with her blood and his semen slid out with a popping suction sound.

“I love you too, William.” Buffy replied to his sleeping form, leaning down and kissing his brow before pulling up her pants and lying back down against his chest, snuggling close.


Spike awoke with a splitting headache. His eyes squinted open and he felt and saw Buffy snuggled up against him. He smiled and was about to say good morning before his eyes opened wide and he bolted upright as last evening’s events came crashing into his memory.

“What’s wrong? Are the cops here?” Buffy sat up after being jolted awake by Spike.

“Oh God!” Spike groaned and then looked at Buffy before his skin flushed a bright red.

“It’s O.K. William.” Buffy smiled reassuringly, knowing what he was probably thinking.

“No it isn’t, Buffy. How can you say that? I raped you!” he hissed with disgust at himself.

“It wasn’t rape, Spike!” Buffy replied.

“How can you be alright with this? I was drunk and I forced you and…I should be hung” he fumed.

“Spike, listen to me, You can’t rape the willing”, Buffy then blushed herself.

Spike’s eyes widened as realization of Buffy’s statement took hold of him.

“You mean…you?” he began.

“Yes, I let you. I wanted it too. I would have stopped you if I didn’t” Buffy admitted.

“I hurt you.” Spike looked down.

“Yes, you did but I know you didn’t mean to and it was my first time anyway so it would have hurt no matter what.” Buffy informed him.

“I’m an animal. Your first time should have been with roses and candles and a real bed. Instead you got a drunk on a dirty mattress in a warehouse.” Spike said.

“I don’t care about that. As long as it was you.” Buffy replied, blushing some more.

“I’m your brother, Buffy. This is so wrong. I tried so hard to not let this happen. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Why do I want you like this?” Spike questioned.

“You can’t help who you love.” Buffy said softly.

They sat their in silence for several minutes.

“Spike? Not to break the moment but I’m all sticky and have blood all over me. Do you think you can sneak me into that massage place again so I can shower?” Buffy said matter of factly.

Spike paled as she spoke of blood, “I’m so sorry, Buffy.”

“Don’t be sorry, just help me get cleaned up.” She replied.


Spike checked to make sure the coast was clear as he snuck Buffy into one of the local seedy massage parlors that often served up more than a massage. They had shower rooms though and they had come to rely on the regular scheduled appointments of the girls who worked there so they knew when the showers were free. Buffy washed quickly and redressed while Spike stood outside in the back alley keeping watch until she came out.

After she finished, they walked back towards the warehouse silently. They went by a window box that has some fresh flowers planted in it. Spike grabbed one of the bright yellow tulips and gave it to Buffy with a shy smile.

“A pretty flower for my pretty girl” he said.

Buffy smiled and reached out and held his hand.

“I am, you know?” she said.

“What?” Spike asked.

“Your girl”, Buffy answered.

Spike grinned broadly and squeezed her hand. They held hands all the way back to what they called home.

Continued in Chapter 3- The Birds and the Bees