Coo Coo Ca-Choo

A/N: Not real sure how happy I am with this chapter. The others flowed out so easily. This one was way more difficult to write. Probably becaus som some of the subject matter but anyway...I may have to go back and do some revisions at a later time. Thanks all for reading and reviewing.--sluggie


Riley dropped Buffy off at her apartment and tried to win an invitation to come in but Buffy almost shut the door in his face saying she was exhausted and goodnight.
She unpacked, had a beer, changed into something a little more comfortable and then dialed UCLA information to track down the number at his dorm she could call. Several calls later she finally made it to the right place, asked for him and heard some shouts for him to come to the phone in the background.

“Buffy?” came his voice on the other line.
“William! I found you. I’ve been calling all over...umm..I’m back in town...”
“Yeah..trip go well? Mum doing good? How was shagging Cardboard? That not work out for you? Calling me for a bit of cold comfort?” he baited her.
“William, please..I’m sorry. Nothing happened between Riley and I. Look, I really want to see you. Please...come over to my place.”fy bfy begged him.
“Sorry, pet, first day o’ classes tomorrow. Can’t tell my new Prof’s that I was late cause I was shagging some slut across town, can I?” he taunted some more.
“Stop it! Stop calling me those names. I said I was sorry...I want to make it up to you..” she began.
“I’ll come over Saturday then, pet..but gotta get through my first week before, K?” he told her.
“I was hoping to see you sooner but I understand..it’s alright. Saturday then...I’ll be looking forward to it. I mi you you”

“Yeah, ta” William hung up and gulped for air. Acting like he could’ve cared less took everything out of him. He was bound and determined to show her how it felt though. She wasn’t going to sucker him in again with her pretty lies and pretty thighs.
This was going to be a long week, he thought as he made his way back to his room.

Buffy spent all week avoiding Riley. She was going to tell him the truth but she wanted to wait until she saw William again and they worked things out first. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough but finally it did. She arose bright and early in anticipation, she took a long hot bath, shaved her legs, under her arms and her pussy until she was hairless and silky smooth all over. She did her hair and makeup perfectly and dressed in a little red lacy number, his favorite color.

She waited. And waited. And waited. He never came. It was past noon. She fixed herself a chicken salad sandwich for lunch. At 3 she starting drinking. Still no William. She called his dorm at 5. No one knew where he was. By 7 she was frantic with worry.
Finally at 7:30 there was a knock on the door. She rushed to it and opened it. There stood.bleableached blonde leather clad thug.

“Who are you?” she began as he turned to face her. “Oh my God! William! It’s you! What did you do?”
“Gonna invite me in, pet?” he drawled.
She moved aside and he sauntered in. He went to the couch and sat down all splayed out, legs wide, hand on belt buckle.
“I’ve been waiting all day for you. I thought you’d be here this morning. I was getting worried” she told him.
“Had things to do” he said nonchalantly.
“The hair and everything?” she inquired.
“Nah..did that last weekend” he answered her.
“It’s different...but I like it..you look..well..you look really hot! The leather suits you.”
“You want something to drink, have you eaten yet?”
“A beer would be nice. Already had dinner unless you’re referring to something else I can eat” he waggled his eyebrows at her.

Buffy blushed as she went to the kitchen to get him a beer. Something was off about him. Yeah, the hair and clothes but that wasn’t what was bothering her. He was acting funny, not like her William...more rough and suggestive...for god’s sake, sweet little virginal William was making remarks to make HER blush now and his accent..it was erenerent...she pondered what was happening.

She brought his beer to him and when she handed it to him, he chugged the whole thing down in one gulp.
“Let’s cut the crap and get to the good stuff, right, pet?” he said as he set down his empty bottle, grasped her hand and led her to the bedroom. “Oh and by the way, I’m going by the nickname Spike now so call me that”

Yeah, something was definately different but she wanted him so much and missed him so much, she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and followed his lead.
“Spike, huh? Wonder where you got that from”, she looked at his crotch suggestively and smiled, “Spike it is then”.

William was sweating profusely, on the inside, he drank the beer down so fast hoping it would loosen him up a bit. He needed to pull this off. Show her up but it was killing him every step of the way.

He got them to her bed and stripped himself and her, ripping her panties in his haste. They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, kissing, fondling and toucheacheach other all over.

“Stroke it, Buffy.” Spike placed her hand on his hardening cock.
His voice turned really mean then and he gave her the most hateful look. That’s when her brain snapped telling her he was not only different but something was terribly wrong.
“Do you touch yourself when you’re alone, Buffy?” he mocked her once said words to him from their first night together.

“William...please don’t...” she began.
“No...I want you to tell me how you touch yourself while you jerk me off” Spike demanded. “And call me Spike, dammit”

He was obviously still mad at her from last weekend she thought but she decided to call his bluff and so she began stroking him, hard and fast as she talked.
“I spread my pussy lips wide and I shove at least two of my fingers inside my wet hole and I use my thumb and rub it all around my clit. Sometimes I use my dildo or vibrator and shove that inside while I finger my clit and I get so..” ..” she went on as she pumped his cock. He remained silent for several moments until he couldn’t contain himself anymore and came with a grunt, spilling his semen all over her hands.

He was still hard. He flipped her over onto her back and without warning, rammed into her hard.
“Ohh God! Yes..William! I mean Spike! Yes..fuck me..oh so hard.” Buffy wailed. He slammed in an out of her almost perfunctory like he was going through the motions.
“That’s it baby, Hurt me...please” she moaned.

Still he remained silent. Just as she was about to crash into an orgasm, Spike pulled out and rolled off the bed.
“Huh? What?” Buffy leaned up to watch him walk over to her dresser drawers and start rummaging through them.
“What are you doing? And why did you stop? God, I need to cum so bad...” Buffy whined.
Spike turned around after finding what he had been looking for. He tossed her the dildo.
“Get yourself off with that.” He told her.
“What?..Why? I want you...back inside me” Buffy begged.

“No...come on, Buffy..show me how you can cum with that” Spike ordered her again.
Buffy grabbed the phallus and looking him in the eye, shoved it up inside herself.
“Uhhhn” she moaned and began working herself on the fake cock.
Spike stood there watching her, eyes hooded. It only took her a few more strokes and she was cumming all over it, juices running down her inner thighs.
“There. Happy now?” Buffy asked him.

Spike pulled his clothes on and walked to the door, “Goodbye, Buffy”
“What? What the fuck is going on, Spike? First we’re doing it..then you stop right at the crucial moment then you make me masturbate myself in front of you and now your leaving? Just what are you trying to prove? Buffy got up from the bed and moved towards him. “And what’s with the new look, the hair, the leather? Tell me what you’re doing”

“It’s not what I proved. It’s what you just proved. You don’t need me, Buffy. You don’t need me to get off. All you need icockcock, ANY cock.” He sneered at her and went to turn the door handle.
Buffy was on him in an instant, pummeling his back, “You bastard! Son of a bitch! How can you say that to me? What the fuck is this Spike? I thought we were good...I thought...”
“Yeah, well you thought wrong!” Spike turned, grabbing her hands in his to prevent her from hitting him more.

“You think, you can just show up with your pretty words and your pretty apologies and everything will be all rainbows and puppies? After what you did to me?” he yelled at her.
“So, that makes it O.K. for you to pretend like you forgave me and then play these mind games with me? Well you know what, FUCK YOU SPIKE!” Buffy screamed back at him.

His nostrils flared and jaw twitched. His grip on her wrists was bruising her with it’s force.
“Spike, you’re hurting me” she tried to pull away.
“Innat what you like, Buffy? When it ‘urts?” he asked then mocking in a high pitched voice, “Oh, ‘urt me, fuck me so ‘ard it ‘urts..punish me..”

She struggled harder to get away from him.
“Face it, Buffy...you can only get off when a man is ‘urting you.” He taunted her.
Buffy was tearing up now, the past threatening to spill out all over everything.
“No, that’s not true” she denied his words.

He made the mistake of letting one or har hands go and it flew up and smacked him across the face. He roughly pushed her and she fell on her back on the bed. He slammed his body down on hers.
“Oh, god..NO..Spike..please...don’t hurt me...WILLIAM..DON”T HURT ME” she was sobbing.

Spike immediately let her go and rolled off her regaining his momentary lapse of sanity.
“I’m sorry, Buffy. I swear I wasn’t going to ‘urt you. I’d never ‘urt you like that” Spike said softly. His plan had completely failed and backfired on him, he thought. He couldn’ep uep up the charade anymore.

She looked over at him with fear in her eyes.
“Buffy, luv...no..you didn’t think I was going to...going to..” he couldn’t even bring himself to say the word.
“I was angry...still partly am..but Christ..I’d NEVER do what you think I was going to..NEVER” Spike repeated.
“I just wanted to teach you a lesson. Make you ‘urt like you ‘urt me” he said almost in tears himself. “But not like THAT, I was leaving and you starting ‘itting me and...”

Buffy reached over and pulled him into a hug.
“I believe you, Spike. I just...I got scared...and it reminded me of something else...someONE else and...” Buffy trailed off in shaookiooking away and biting her lip.
It finally clicked inside Spike’s brain. Christ. I’m a stupid git.
“Someone ‘urt you like that before, didn’t they?” he put his finger under her chin and tilted her face back to look at him.
“Yes” she said softly as she looked down.

Spike was livid and wanted to rip apart whoever it was but he tried to keep his cool for her sake as she painfully told him the story of her freshman year in college and of Parker Abrams and what he had done to her. She had never told anyone else, not even her mom, not even Willow. No one until him.
She finished her story, “So..I was just another statistic. Just another boy meets girl. Boy rapes girl. Boy gets away with it, story” she wiped her tears off her face with her hand.

“You’re not a bloody statistic to me, Buffy.” Spike kissed her forehead tenderly. “I’m sorry I did this tonight, Buffy. I don’t know what I was thinking. I WASN’T thinking, I suppose. God, I’m such a wanker”

“You were right Spike. I do like it when men hurt me. I could keep denying it but it’s there. I don’t know if it was there before Parker or if it happened after. Maybe it was my absentee father.. who knows. I am so psychologically screwed up...take your pick.” She confided in him.
“I was just saying that to get a rise from you, luv” Spike tried making her feel better.
“Yeah...but it struck home. Truth hurts, huh?” Buffy sighed.
“Have you ever been to see someone..you know..a counselor type thing?” he inquired.
“Yeah..lots of them actually. Nothing ever seems to get resolved. I stop going.. Give up. Then the cycle start all again and I go to a different one and...so on and so on.” She answered him.

“Do you think that makes me sick, Spike? After what happened to me that I like things like that? God, you must think I’m a disgusting pervert.” Buffy cringed.
“Buffy...I’d never think that of you.” He tried to reassure her.
“Yeah, well you don’t know all I’ve done...what I’ve done” she flinched.
“I know I love you” he said so softly it was almost a whisper.

Buffy ignored him and continued on, not knowing if she was purposely trying to shock him or run him off or just because she needed to get it all out, “Do you have any idea how many men I’ve fucked?” she asked him and he tensed.
“Don’t really care to know that, Buffy” he told her.

“Exactly my point. Wouldn’t still want to be with me if you knew all that, right? After Parker, I became very promiscuous and started drinking a lot. One of my doctors told me once that it was very common. Some victims close themselves off completely while others like me act out. Do you know I can’t go a day without having a beer or some type of liquor just to get me through the day?”

“Buffy, if you’re trying to scare me off, it’s not going to work. What you did before I knew you was before I knew you. It’s the past and it’s not my place to judge. Honestly, yes, it bothers me to think of you with other men but it doesn’t change how I feel about you” Spike looked her in the eye and continued, “the drinking, well..they have treatment for that, Buffy. You can get through this. WE can get through this”

“And the sex and pain stuff?” Buffy asked.
“What’s between us, is between us, Buffy. I spect we need to work through some of those issues too...we gotta be ‘onest with each other. I gather some is all just good fun and games but some...we just don’t want to cross the line and ‘urt each other, right?” he answered her as best he could. “Guess we’ve both been mucking it all up, huh?”

“Will you stay with me tonight, William...I mean Spike? Gonna take me some time to get used to that name” she smiled at him, “Just hold each other tonight?”
“You can still call me William if you must but you’re the only one” he smiled back at her. “Let’s get you tucked in then”
Buffy scrambled under the covers while Spike went and turned off the lights. He disrobed again and slid in beside her taking her in his arms.

“I want to tell you too...but I’m afraid” she said softly after they’d been laying there several moments. She didn’t need to explain. He knew exactly what she was referring to.
“It’s O.K. luv. I can wait for you. Until you’re ready.” He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

“But how long would that be?” he silently thought.

Continued in Chapter 8- Where Do We Go From Here?