Fueled Enchantment

Chapter Five



Willow did not have a way of returning them, but the council-now run by Giles, in this
dimension,-got busy with research. It was determined that a return spell wouldn't work correctly
until the temporal disturbance was passed. The other dimension Buffys and Spikes were willing to
help with the Grimali Queen.


Giles had plenty of room to house them at tat the Council's country estate. Rooms were opened,
clothes were purchased-it seemed like an odd sort of vacation. There wasn't a lot of need to
patrol this section of country, but the Buffys and Spikes did serious training and sparring. It was
found that the married couple worked best as a team, and that more muscular Spike was both
stronger than the others, but also slower. The Buffy and Spike who had fought the First were fast,
strong and wily, but there was a some awkwardness in their team work.


The dark haired Buffy and unsouled Spike were paired by default, but they actually did well as a
team. She had no speed, due to her leg injury, but was the most expert at weapons, especially
crossbows and spears. Unsouled Spike was tough and ruthless in a competition. He had an
uncanny way of having half an eye on his partner, and despite her physical limitations they were a
formidable team.


Blondest Buffy, who had fought the first, couldn't sleep one night. It was raining gently and her
room was on the top floor so the sounds of the raindrops kept her awake. She made her way to
the kitchen for a snack and then went to the large living room, intent on watching TV for a while.


A Spike came down the stairs at top speed. She looked at the hair-married Spike had golden
blond hair, her Spike had bleached white and ruthlessly gelled hair, unsouled Spike had some curl
in his bleached hand bnd bolts through each ear.


It was her Spike, from LA.


"What's up?" She said as his hand reached for the door knob. He really was worked up. His hand
shook on the door knob, and his nostrils were wide and quivered. He looked ready for a fight. Or
sex. The thought came before she could stop it.


He was ready to burst. "It's bad enough I got the married couple on one side, squaking the bed
for god alone knows how many hours every night. And all their cooing and moaning coming right
through the wall. Now I've got black Spike next door, havin' the dream of his unlife come true
with dark Buffy, and let me tell you, he's not wasting one second of it."


Unsouled Spike was having sex with dark haired Buffy? Wow. Then it dawned on her. "You're
jealous? After all these years, you're jealous?"


He looked at her with angry eyes flashing yellow. "I'm a lot of things. Mostly, I'm out of here."

He burst out of the door into the rain.


All these years and he'd never even tried to get in touch? Barely spoke to her when she visited LA
on business? Is that why he had quit being her friend? Become polite and distant, all business?


She burst out of the door after him. He headed to the garage and she caught up with him as he
was opening the door of the vehicle earmarked for their use.


"Spike," she grabbed his arm and he swung around to face her.


His eyes flicked down to wet,wet, pale pink t-shirt, and in the light streaming from the open car, it
was nearly transparent, her beaded nipples visible. His eyes stayed there, roving her nearly nude
chest, hunger on his face, and his breath came through his mouth.


"Spike," Buffy said again. His eyes flew shut and he swallowed, hard. He flung himself into the
car, but her hand still gripped his arm, and the movement brought the back of his hand against her
rain wet breast.


They both froze.


"Bloody hell! I've got to get out of here."


"No, Spike don't go," She wanted to talk, she wanted...


He pulled her to him, lips tight with fury. "You are playing with fire, and you should know
better!" His lips ground down on hers, and he fully expected to be punched, hard.


But her arms slid around his neck, and her soft tongue wrapped around his desperate one.


"Don't tease me," he ground out against her lips.


"I'm not. Not teasing. I just can't think of why we shouldn't ...be together. If we want to be."


"I want..." Spike moaned, pulling her soaked shirt off. One large hand cupped her little breast, the
other arm snaked around her neck to pull her mouth to his.


Buffy's legs were hanging out of the car door, and it dawned on her after awhile that they could
move. "Wanna go to my room?"


"Too far. Can't wait," Spike whispered. "Backseat."


They clambered into the back seat, hampered by Spike yanking her pajama pants off as she
climbed in. He followed her in, kissing and biting her spine and shoulders, cupping and squeezing
her round cheeks.


She turned toward him and found herself flat on her back with her legs sprawled far apart, with
Spike grinding his denim covered cock against her sensitive skin.


"I want to be in you," he moaned, almost apologetic. "Can't wait." His lips found her nipple and
he licked roughly.


"Take off your pants and get in me, then," Buffy ordered him.


" I should wait, make it good for you, sweets," His words came in gasps.


Buffy yanked his jeans down and pulled his shirt up. "Don't wanna wait." she wiggled beneath
him as he hesitated, until she could feel his steel hard length against her slickness.


His whole body jerked in reaction and he reared back, seeking her eyes in the dark. She slid her
hands into his soft hair and pulled him down to her lips. She ran her tongue over his full soft lips
and spoke against him, "In, now, " she urged.


The hard cool length of him rubbed against her, deliberately prodding her clit, and she moaned,
still against his lips. Then he entered her, slowly, his whole body shaking. He vamped out, needle
sharp fangs nicking her lips.


"Sorry." He moaned, being very still within her.


" 'S okay. I don't mind. I wonder if dark haired Buffy is freaking out when he vamps."


Spike drew in a sharp breath and let out a sound that was half chuckle, half whimper. "He's pretty
out of control. Like me." He began pumping into her.


Buffy wrapped her legs around him. "Take me on a wild ride, honey." Her words came on gasps
of air.


He came to a full stop. "Honey? You called me ...honey?" He didn't know if he should be thrilled
or insulted.


She pulled his head to her breast, and her fingers searched out his fangs. "Yeah, and you can give
me a little sting if you want." She rubbed a small, hard nipple against his lips, and he instinctively
nipped at it, his fangs sinking in around her nipple in a shallow bite. Her whole body jerked, and
she clamped her inner muscles around his cock and pushed his head into her breast.


He lost all control, ramming into her while deepening the bite, sucking the intoxicating blood
from her breast. He retained enough control to slide a hand between them, finding her swollen
nub.


Buffy was swamped with sensation. Each thrust sent her careening into pleasure, his mouth at her
breast was both exquisitely painful and pleasurable, his knowing finger rubbed her, spiraling her
into pleasure so intense her fingernails drew blood. She came so hard she nearly blacked out, only
Spike's growling against her breast and his wild lunges and hard spurts into her body keeping her
conscious.


They were finally still, sated. Spike moved a litso hso he wouldn't crush her. Her breast was still
bleeding, and he pressed his cool tongue against her, stopping the bleeding and cleaning the
wound.


"It's gonna scar, a little. I'm sorry, lost control." His voice was full of regret.


"It's okay. I wanted it. It was ...good. More than good. It was what I have been dreaming about."
She rained kisses along his jaw.


He pushed himself up and looked into her eyes. "You probably know, after that, how I feboutbout
you. Still."


"Spike, I meant what I said that day. I love you. I have for a long time. I figured you were lost to
me...first when you died, then after you were back you were so different. Distant."


"I wanted top give you your freedom. Not be a weight around your neck, always wanting what
you couldn't give."


Buffy pulled him down for a kiss. "I can give now, Spike. I'm all grown up. This is what I want.
Us."


Spike was still, feeling her soft lips coaxing his own, too engulfed with joy to move , for a
moment, his mind flooded with possibilities and dreams long suppressed. "So, we're an us, now?"
He finally spoke.


"If you want." Buffy whispered, her hands gliding over him in a gentle caress.


"Oh, I want," Spike groaned , his lips finding hers once again.













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