Conflict of Interest

"Oh God...Oh God...I'm going to cum...Spike...please..." Buffy moaned as Spike sucked on her clit greedily.

"That's the idea, luv" he said huskily, releasing her clit for a brief moment to speak then returning diligently to his task at hand.

"Harder....suck...harder...ahhhhh" Buffy's thighs clenched and tingles spread throughout her body as her orgasm flowed through her. Spike moved his tongue down and began lapping up her spendings.

"Mmmm...you taste so good, Buffy...so fucking good.." Spike breathed inbetween licks.

"Spike, fuck me NOW!" Buffy screeched.

"Yes, Your Honor" Spike drawled as he slid his body up hers and positioned his achingly hard cock at her warm, wet entrance.

"Don't call me that, dammit...not when we're..unghhhhhh" Buffy's speech was stopped short when he slammed himself all the way home.

"What was that you were saying?" Spike grinned at her.

"Oh fuck...God, I missed this..." Buffy moaned as Spike filled and stretched her to bursting.

"Me too, baby. You're still so tight...God, I love being buried in your sweet little pussy." Spike panted.

"I should be tight. I haven't had sex with anyone since you" Buffy confessed.

"Not even Wood?" Spike asked jealously.

"No." Buffy said softly.

"Good, cause you're MY girl. Don't ever forget that again, Buffy." Spike grabbed her hips in an almost punishing grip that would definately leave some bruises and began thrusting hard, in and out, over and over until Buffy was screaming his name.

"I'm yours, Spike...I've always been yours...ahhhhh...ohhhhhh" Buffy told him as she came hard again.

"That's it...cum for me...all over my cock...God, I love you..." Spike grunted and spilled himself deep inside her.

"I....I love you too Spike..." Buffy finally admitted.

"I know you do. It's about bloody time you said it..." Spike smiled and rolled over, taking her with him to drape her across his chest.

Buffy snuggled into him, exhausted and content, forgetting Harmony, the trial, everything for a few brief moments while she basked in the glow of her and Spike's love for each other.

An hour into their slumber, Spike's office phone rang.

"Bloody hell. I better get that luv." Spike moved out from under her and walked over to his desk.

"Yeah, Spike here" he answered.

"Did I get you at a bad time?" Angel asked on the other end.

Spike looked over at Buffy who was hastily donning her clothes now and ignored Angel's question, "What do you need, Mr. O'Reily?"

"Is that anyway to treat a client? A very well paying client, I might add." Angel said snidely.

"Again, I ask, what can I do for you?" Spike said indifferent.

"Well, for one you can fire that dumbass secretary of yours but more importantly, you can make sure your pretty little blonde judge makes sure I go free." Angel threatened.

"Ahhh...so the other puzzle pieces fall into place. I should've known you had something to do with this little scheme. It's way beyond Harmony's ability." Spike replied.

Buffy looked at Spike questioningly and he put a finger to his lips for her to be quiet.

"And just why would I do something like that?" Spike asked.

"Because if you don't, I'll make sure the entire town knows about you and Judge Summers." Angel responded.

"Well, what would that matter then? You would get yourself a mistrial, why don't you just tell anyway?" Spike questioned.

"I don't want a mistrial. I want an out right acquittal and you're going to give it to me." Angel said menacingly.

"Sorry, mate. No can do. I think the judge and I will take our chances. It's not like I have to worry about my reputation being anymore tarnished than it already is and I dare to say that Judge Summers is one tough cookie and will survive any scandal." Spike informed him.

"Oh, I'm sure you're right but it's not Buffy's reputation you should be worrying about." Angel said.

"And what, pray tell, should I be worrying about?" Spike played along.

"Her life. I would hate to see two women you loved end up dead. Wouldn't you Spike? How would that look? Maybe they would think it was you?" Angel laughed maniacally.

"Dead? Two...what are you talking about?" Spike was starting to grow alarmed.

"When's the last time you talked to Drusilla, Spike? I must say, I hate the fact that I wasn't there to do it myself. Then again, I always preferred blondes over brunettes...I'll make sure I'm the one there for Buffy." Angel threatened.

"What have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Spike shouted into the phone.

"I think we have an understanding now. Have a great day, Spike. See you in court." Angel hung up.

"Spike? Spike? What's going on?" Buffy rushed over to his side.

"Dru...I've got to get ...to Dru.." Spike said.

"Jesus Christ! It's still about her? After everything we've..." Buffy began to rant.

"NO..BUFFY! It's...I think Angel had something done to her...I think...oh God." Spike hurriedly dressed and grabbed his coat.

"Come on...let's go" he said and ushered Buffy outside and down to his car.

Spike drove as fast as he could, running stop signs and lights until he came screeching up to the home he used to share with Drusilla. He and Buffy, who had remained quiet for the trip, got out of the car and cautiously approached the house. Spike stiave ave a key, so he unlocked the front door and let them in.

"Dru?" he called out. "Dru? It's me, Spike..." No answer.

Spike started to walk up the stairs to check the bedrooms when he heard a gasp and, "Oh my God..." from Buffy who had walked into the sitting room.

He turned and went to Buffy and upon entering the room, saw what she had just seen.

There was blood everywhere and laying on the carpet in yet another pool of blood, was Drusilla or what was left of Drusilla, after having been hacked to pieces.

Buffy ran from the room and to the front door and outside. Spike slumped to his knees and vomited.

"He did this to you, didn't he?" Xander softly said to Anya.

"Please, Xander...you don't understand how...powerful some people are and what they could do.." Anya began.

"I will protect you, Anya. I swear to God, he will never lay another hand on you but you have to tell me and the Chief what really happened." Xander pleaded.

Anya sighed and looked in his big brown puppy dog eyes. God, help her but she was falling in love with him.

"Fine, go get Chief Gunn. I will tell you both." Anya relented.

Xander left the room and used his cell to call Chief Gunn. Twenty minutes later, he had arrived at the hospital and was standing in Anya's room, watching Xander question her.

"Tell us who did this to you." Xander said.

"He did this to me." Anya finally said.

"Who Anya? Who beat you?" Xander pressed.

"My husband. The Mayor of Sunnydale. Mayor Wilkins." Anya told him.

"Why would he do this to you, Anya?" Xander questioned.

"Because I know something that he doesn't want anyone else to know." Anya supplied.

"What is it that you know?" Gunn spoke up.

"I know who killed Darla O'Reily."

Continued in Chapter 7- Decisions