Beast Master

Chapter 7

Spike sat at the bar and ordered another line of shots. Wasn't anything else he felt like doing, not these nights. He used to follow her, beg her to come to her bleeding senses. But it was like she'd put a wall up, drawn a line in the sand. She didn't want him, didn't want his heart... it's what she'd said. She just wanted his beast, and if he wasn’t willing, then she'd find it elsewhere.

He lifted a glass to his mouth and knocked it back, trying not to think the thoughts that spun in his head, bringing him close to losing control. Especially that first night, when he'd figured out her game.

Anger and pain roiled in his stomach. She'd found herself another werewolf and she'd been stalking him ever since. He'd tried to warn her off the bloke, but she'd called him jealous.

Spike knocked back another drink. Jealous, yeah. She had the right of it. Sometimes he was so out of his mind, he wanted to go after that guy... get rid of him. But it wouldn't make it better, he knew that much. What he wanted was Willow... his Willow, funny, sexy, adventurous...

"Yeah... she was all that. Then it all went wrong..."

The bar tender shook his head. "It always does."

* * *

“So, we’re all alone out here…” she cooed suggestively as she backed him against the tree, her hands sliding under his shirt, fingernails scraping across the pale flesh of his abdomen. Willow’s mouth curled into a wicked smile and green eyes darkened with lust as she felt him respond to her. “Mmmm… the moon is pretty, isn’t it?” she tilted her head back so the silver light washed over her neck and exposed cleavage.

It had taken her weeks to get the werewolf alone after dark, but the timing was perfect and he was ripe for her game. The moon was nearly full and she knew with a little coaxing she could get the wolf to come out and play with her. Oz had always been extra frisky around this time and had even refused to stay overnight with her because he was afraid of getting too rough and hurting her.

His heart pounded as he fought the beast that crouched inside his skin.... the animalistic need she was provoking. He gripped her arms, "stop... don't know what you're doing," he half snarled, "girlfriend..." Yes, he tried to keep his girl's face in his mind, and started to push her away.

“Oh, you know what I’m doing. Your girlfriend isn’t here… I am. I know what you are, Jake,” Willow answered and even as he held her shoulders at bay, her hand slipped down to stroke his arousal through his jeans. “I’m not scared like she is.”

Jake's eyes took on a dark, silvery gleam. Hunger stirred. The predator started to awaken, even as he fought it. His cock was hard, making it difficult for him to think... and her words, her taunts provoked the beast further.

"You should be," he suddenly snarled, whipping her around so she was trapped between the rough tree bark and his solid body, pressing, throbbing relentlessly against her. His gaze dropped to her low cut blouse and he almost howled as need speared through him.

She was insolent, in the way she looked at him... challenged him. The need to show her who was the master dominated all of his other thoughts. Reaching out, he gripped her blouse and tore it into two, feeling his cock jerk at the sight of her gleaming breasts open to his view.

Chest heaving, her eyes glittered with excitement as a sudden thrill raced through to her core. “You want me?” she taunted, licking her lips as her hips rotated against his arousal. Her eyes darkened and fixed on his. “Come on baby… show me how much...”

He wasn't even listening to what she said anymore, that didn't matter. Her face didn't matter. Her will didn't matter. All that mattered was she would take him, until he didn't need it anymore. "Bitch." His chest was heaving, his eyes still focused on her breasts as he moved his hands to her waist and roughly pulled her pants apart. The beast inside him roared as her scent assaulted his senses. Shoving his hand behind her head, he wrapped her hair around his fist and dragged her close. "Fucking, bitch. I'll show... have you calling me master by the time I'm done."

He slammed his mouth over hers, forcing his tongue deep inside her throat... showing her, with the way he took what he wanted, and the way he used his body to trap, to gratify himself as he rubbed against her sensitive skin with the rough material of his jeans, that he was alpha, and she could not... would not deny him.

Startled by the cruelty of his words and brutality of his movements, Willow let out a gasp as the rough bark bit into her now bare flesh. But she had him right where she wanted him and she rallied back, using the pain to feed her craving. Instinctively, her tongue warred with his and her hands fumbled at his waist to try and free his cock. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she needed this.

“Look at me,” she demanded, her fingers abandoning his jeans to force his face to turn up to hers. “I want to see the beast… I want to know it.”

"Finish it. Open it," he snarled, tugging on her hair. "Do it." There wasn't a glimmer of compassion in his eyes... just need, and the desire to dominate.

Willow winced as he pulled her hair and she met his dull gaze with a grunt of disappointment. There was no hint of the fire that had consumed Spike just before he would bite her. “No,” she countered, trying to jerk away from him. This wasn’t working. Maybe if he gave chase…

"Bitch," he repeated, this time crushing his mouth over her so hard, he tasted blood. Hers.

Her squirming excited his beast, made it want to master her that much more. Using one hand, he undid his own pants and stepped back for a moment. She thought she was getting away... that she could get a rise out of him, and just fucking leave. Wrong.

Never letting her hair go, he tugged it hard, forcing her to turn, and then he pressed her face up against the tree. With his free hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her hard against him to force her to bend for him. He ground his groin into her ass and whispered, "you'll see beast... take it..." Licking the side of her face, he started to align his cock against her wet heat.

Heart racing, Willow felt panic begin to overtake the thrill of the game, but still she struggled against him, trying to force him to take her like she wanted to be taken, battling to control the beast. “Yes… You want me… make me come for you…” she ground out, her demand bordering on hysteria as he smashed her face against the rough bark. In a desperate bid for control, her hand came over his to drag it down between her legs. Using her own hand to press his fingers against her clit, she shoved herself back, gasping as he slammed into her depths.

Frenzied with the raw need to own her, to make her bend to his will, he jerked his hand away and gripped her hips again, grinding into her... burying himself to the hilt. As her muscles clenched around him, he growled, first in pleasure, then in warning when he felt her squirm and try to pull his hand again.

He started to thrust, his powerful motions forcing her to put her arms on the tree to protect her face each time he slammed into her. For him, there was no pleasure, no pain, only a single minded need that had to be fulfilled. He started to fuck her harder, his breathing going ragged... "Come on... come on bitch, give it to me," he demanded, a blazing heat emanating from his cock. He grunted out his demands, and felt his cock surge.

This was what she wanted. She’d called his beast, but the fix she craved eluded her. Growing more anxious to find her own release, Willow squeezed her eyes shut and imagined that it was Spike driving into her core, uttering desperate mewls of want and desire in her ear. But instead of drawing out his orgasm until she shattered with him, he bit down on her shoulder, holding her in place and motionless, as he came in a series of shudders. The werewolf fell away before she’d even begun to climb to her peak.

When she opened her eyes, Willow was stunned to see a blonde girl staring at her, a look of utter horror imprisoned in her gaze. She knew the look. She’d worn that look herself. And for a single sickening moment in time, Willow saw herself through the girl’s eyes.

“Jake… oh God… no…” the girl’s voice broke and she started to stumble away.

"Oh shit..." The werewolf came to himself and pulled his pants up as quick as he could. "Sarah!" he shouted, chasing her through the trees, "it's not what you think... that wasn't... it’s just sex… Sarah!"

As his calls grew faint, all sound was swallowed by the night. It was as if Jake had never been there at all.

Numb, Willow slumped against the tree and stared off into the darkness. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before she pulled on the tattered remains of her clothing and started through the wooded area, eventually finding herself in the cemetery near Spike’s crypt.

Half drunk, Spike was watching the telly with the sound off. He was laughing his arse off, but not because of anything he saw. He was laughing at himself. He'd been quite the clever dick, hadn't he? Taking it into his head to help her get over Oz. He'd been bit in the arse but good.

He'd wanted to help her regain her confidence, wanted her to see she didn't have to fear the dark. But he'd given her a taste of it, and she'd changed so much. He wasn't sure she could even care anymore. His Willow, the one he'd fallen for, she wouldn't put herself first, wouldn’t force pain on someone else, and walk away when her demands weren't met.

He reached for his bottle, but something stirred in the air. Her scent. And blood. Letting the bottle tip, and fall to the floor, he rushed to the door of his crypt.

He pushed it open in time to see her walking toward him, clutching her tattered blouse against her chest. In two strides, he was at her side, pulling her into the protection of his arms. "Who?" he snarled, ready to tear the person into two.

But even before she answered, he'd identified the scent. The werewolf she'd been stalking. He stiffened, and didn't say anymore.

The moment she saw him, her entire body started to tingle and she felt alive once again. Spike knew what she needed. He knew how to drive her to the brink and then his beast would sweep her right into oblivion. “Doesn’t matter,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and flashed a wry smile. “His girlfriend showed up and ruined it anyway.” She moved her mouth against his ear knowing that her cheek was bleeding and he would taste her. “Left me all hot and bothered…”

Her deliberate actions... maneuvers he'd seen too often of late... left him cold. Abruptly moving away from her, he shook his head. "You think I want you? Like this?" Her scent was in his blood, in his soul... but this version of her wasn't who he wanted. "Might as well get yourself a backscratcher for that itch... sure as hell don't need me ."

“Aww baby… don’t be like that,” she closed the gap between them, running her hand across his chest as she let her blouse fall open, green eyes so dark they looked nearly black as they glinted in the moonlight. “I need you… you know I do. Nobody scratches my itch like you,” she purred. “You know you want me too,” she pressed.

"I want you... not this... this thing you've turned into," he snapped, putting his hands out to keep her from coming into his arms again. "You don't even see me anymore, yeah? I'm just a means to an end. Well I'm not a bloody tool." He cracked his neck to the side. "Veruca used Oz that way. I'm not Oz."

Willow’s brow lifted and her eyes went wide as the unspoken accusation hit her like a slap in the face. She was Veruca.

She shook her head. “No…” the protest came in a hoarse croak. “Spike… it’s not like that.” She started for him again, but he held her at arm’s length.

"Isn't it?" The words were bitter in his mouth. "What do you want from me? Love? Comfort? Friendship?" Piercing blue eyes locked with hers. "None of those things, you've made that pretty clear. Want me with my pants down and with my demon out, you get your fill... and then you're gone. It's not what I want. You can get that from your werewolf, girlfriend be damned, right?"

It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done... walking away from her when she looked stunned and was as tattered as her clothes. "Go on, off with you luv. There are other beasts to trap," he said, turning on his heels and walking inside.

The door slammed heavily against the frame, and he stood there... listening, just listening.

Green eyes fluttered in rapid blinks and brimmed with hot tears. “No…” she whispered, then a strangled cry broke from her lungs and she beat against the stone door of the crypt with both hands. “NO! Spike! Please….” she sobbed, her lip quivering.

Her palm and cheek pressed against the cool stone and her wails echoed through the graveyard like a lost soul. “Spike…” her knees buckled and she slipped down the door, collapsing into a sobbing heap.

***

Spike sat on the ground with his back leaning against the door, his face in his hands as he tried to ignore the sounds from the other side. The loud cries were soft whimpers now. He knew she was sitting, like him. He knew she was still sniffling... that she was bloody well shaking in the cold of the morning hours. She should have left long ago, what was she doing ... still here?

"Go home... leave..." he whispered, but his shouts hadn't done it earlier, no reason unheard whispers would. A gentle vibration against the door told him she was shaking again.

"Sodding hell," he couldn't stand it, not a moment longer. Some hardened vampire he was. Getting up, he yanked the door open and looked down at her disheveled form.

"Willow," he bent and scooped her up in his arms, knowing the danger that she'd try to coax him again, that he'd fall back into that trap, that pattern. But he couldn't leave her like this... just couldn't.

Emotionally shattered and physically broken, Willow buried her face her hands and curled into herself. She had no tears left to shed, but still her body quaked and trembled with the quiet sobs of a soul lost.

"Shshsh," he pulled her closer, kicked the door closed behind him and took her inside. His mouth skimmed the top of her head, as he carried her to his bed and slowly set her down.

Her blouse fell open, and he panicked for a moment, leaning closer to look at the bit mark on her shoulder... tracing it to confirm her skin wasn't broken. He wanted to yell and scream... to shake the sense back into her, but when she looked up at him so bleedin' lost, he knew he'd promise her anything she wanted. Anything.

"'S'alright, luv... I've got you, yeah?"

Willow dipped her head, unable to hold his gaze. But even as sheer exhaustion overtook her, somehow she found the strength to hold onto him, her fist clutching the hand that rested on her side. “Don’t go…” her voice cracked, barely audible.

"Not going anywhere." He sat next to her, helped her lay down, drawing her into the protection of his arms, and holding her as tight as he thought wouldn't cause her discomfort. She didn't seem to mind... seemed to need it.

They lay there for hours. Sometimes her head was on his chest. Sometimes he was spooning behind her. They never said a word. Never parted.

He couldn't read her mind. Was afraid to know her thoughts.

*

Spike dabbed antiseptic on the scratches on her face, and on her back. He wanted to kill that werewolf, even though he had a strong inkling of what had gone down. Willow could be very persuasive when she wanted something... even something too dangerous to play with.

Willow’s head hung low, her face void of expression, her soul empty. But when he drew her chin up and she finally lifted her eyes to meet his… what she saw there – it was just for her. Affection, tenderness, love unconditional. The gift he offered filled the void inside her, swamping her, arousing feelings that were in such stark contrast to the dark cravings that had consumed her that she forgot to breathe.

Eyes sparked like emeralds and for the first time she saw him. Really saw him. Not the beast.

“Spike…” she uttered his name, lips parting slightly, heart pounding so hard her chest constricted painfully.

"Still my name, yeah?" He saw a flash of his Willow in her eyes, but knew it could be gone faster than he could blink, and that hurt. Putting his hand lightly on her shoulders, he cocked his head to the side.

Her mouth pulled into the barest a hint of a smile. A genuine smile so unlike the wicked glint of the woman hell bent on satiating a toxic hunger. But the smile vanished as quickly as it had come on, replaced by fear of the unknown. She dropped her gaze, afraid to speak. Afraid she’d do something to drive him away. Afraid of the beast she knew lived within her.

He smiled back, and went to get her a shirt. As he pulled an old fashioned poet shirt over her head, he met her gaze. "Hold the jokes, it was fashionable once. Suits you."

It didn't just suit her, it was tantalizingly sexy, the way the cream colored material just skimmed her thighs. It had been so long since he'd seen her in anything that wasn't black, or dark.

Willow closed her eyes as the fabric fell over her, his gentle touch arousing gooseflesh to prickle across her body. When she looked up at him through cinnamon lashes and her gaze fixed on pale blue eyes, her breath hitched in her throat. Tentatively, she reached up to touch his face, her fingers tracing the angle of his cheek and along the slope of his chin as if studying his features – so well defined… so distinctive… so familiar, yet so foreign.

Fingers trembling, she moved closer, stretching upward until her lips brushed his forehead – smooth… soft… comforting. Her breath feathered over the planes of his face, her kisses growing more bold until her mouth was just an angel’s hair from his. She stopped there, lips parted slightly. “I’m sorry…”

His mouth hovered over hers, ached for a single touch. His throat constricted, but he tried to prepare himself to be let down again. What he wanted, maybe it was too late for that.

He licked his lips. "For what? For going after a werewolf? For maybe wrecking his girlfriend's life?" he asked, but what he really wanted to know was if she was sorry for wrecking his. For making him fall for a woman who no longer existed.

She shook her head slowly, forcing herself to face the accusation – to accept responsibility and know that she could never take back what she’d done. “For that… and for hurting you…”

His fingers bit into her shoulders as he searched her face. "This is no trick?" He wanted... he wanted this to be true so badly.

She shook her head again, not surprised he was wary of her motives. “No trick.” For a brief moment, a small smile found its way to her eyes.

But when she forced herself to continue… to try and explain, her brow furrowed and her expression turned troubled. “I thought I knew what I wanted… I thought if I changed, that I would never hurt again. But when I realized I’d lost you…” an involuntary sob caught in her throat and her lip trembled. “It hurt so bad.”

"Did it?" A muscle throbbed in the side of his jaw. "Same here. Still hurts." Tentatively, he brushed his mouth over hers, trying to find what he'd lost... hoping she was still there for him. He'd rescue her as often as she needed, so long as there was hope... something he'd lost.

Another sob broke, but this time it was chased by tears as her lips found his moving so gently against hers. “Still hurts,” she echoed, her hand sliding to the back of his neck to touch him lightly. It was all she could do not to hold fast to him, so afraid he would still pull away from her.

"Willow." He couldn't take her tears, and he couldn't take the storm of emotions rising deep within him. Lowering his head, he brought his mouth down over hers, this time in a deep kiss... searching for his soul, for hers... searching for a way to ease the pain and find their way back.

He felt her arms tighten around him, felt her respond. Her kiss was as filled with as much passion as his own. He sensed the same urgency, the same desperation, with no hint of trying to drive his demon to the surface. "You're back? God I've missed you," he mumbled into her throat.

Eyes still glistened, but pain and regret was replaced by a rush of joy that sent emotions soaring through her. It was as if the damn burst and the flood gates opened, but instead of running she held her ground, seizing the sensations that carried her closer to Spike. Her heart pounded erratically and she found that without that dark pulse driving her, her kisses were flustered and unpracticed. Her nose bumped against his as she shifted into his lap and she let out a nervous laugh even as her hands tugged at his clothing.

"You are." He had his answer, and he let her push his tee shirt up, putting his arms up as she pulled it over his head.

“I am…” Willow confirmed with an irrepressible smile, the sight of his bare chest having taken her breath away. With the rush of excitement and anticipation tingling through her, it was like her first time all over again. She touched him again and before she lost her nerve, she dove forward with a kiss that put him off balance, causing them both to fall back to the bed. Laughing, she rolled with him until he was hovering over her and she was looking up at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.

Needing to see her without the distraction of clothes, he slowly peeled his silky shirt off her, his gaze clinging to every inch of skin as it became visible. Noticing her stomach flutter, he gave a smug grin and crouched over her, his body barely touching hers as he slanted his mouth over hers. She opened for him, so sweet... so trusting, his Willow. She had the capacity to give him this... her innocence, and then to burn hotter than anyone he'd been with in centuries, and he wasn't quite sure she understood that. Sliding his hand across the side of her throat, he increased the pressure of his kisses, feeling his stomach tighten when her breasts teased his chest.

Willow felt a sinful heat stirring when his lips brushed the places he’d bitten, but the more powerful sensations of elation chased away the threat of darkness. She arched into him, her hands stroking along his back and tracing the lines of his muscles as they kissed – it all felt so different when she took the time to enjoy the feel of him rather than focusing all her attention on drawing out the beast.

“I like this…” she told him when their kiss broke, his body molded tightly against hers.

"Like? Like is... luke warm." Getting his pants off, he pulled her up so they were sitting, face to face, one of his legs arched over her thigh, the other was under her thigh, so their groins fit together right and tight. He moved against her, eyes blazing and locked with hers. "it's like pink, not red." Bracing his himself with one hand behind him, he used the other to cup her breast and tweaked her nipple with his thumb, teasing it into attention. "Gray, not black," he said.

Laughing, Willow sucked a sharp breath between clenched teeth as she rocked into him. “Okay… so I love this,” she amended, pausing a beat before amending again. “Us. I love us,” she said as if trying it out, her pulse racing as her eyes locked on his. “You. Spike…,” her eyes sparked wildly. “You. It’s you. Oh my God. I love you! Is that crazy? I’m crazy. This is crazy… totally completely insanely crazy…” she flushed, barely able breath as she babbled.

With each word, she rocked his world just a little bit more off its axel. It was all true, he could see that... see right through her eyes to her soul as she made one discovery after another. "Took you bloody long to understand," he said gruffly, sliding his thumb down her from her breast to her clit even as his cock nudged against her entrance. "Here' I thought you were the clever one."

Willow beamed, her expression alight with love and desire and everything in between. One small shift of her hips and he was inside her, filling her…. fulfilling her. She eeped out a mewl of startled pleasure as he stroked her from the inside and out, her body sheathing him tightly. “I’m clever,” she argued between panted breaths.

The way she was clenching her muscles around him, making him go blind with lust, he had to agree. "I see you're point, Red." He rocked against her with increasing pressure, struggling against the need to fuck harder.

There was too much space between them, it both frustrated and aroused him by torturing him with thoughts of dragging her close, fitting her soft curves up against the harder planes of his body and imprinting her with every thrust of his body against hers. Trying not to rush things, his gaze dropped to her mouth. "Need to taste you again."

Willow tensed and she froze with panic, fearing that if he bit her again, she’d lose herself. “Spike…” she licked her lips and her eyes dropped to his mouth… his fangs… the beast. She wanted it so bad. Swamped with a sudden, consuming need she started grinding harder, nails biting into his shoulders. Unable to stop herself, she bared her throat to him even as she squeaked out the denial of her desperate need, “No… don’t…”

Until she retracted her non verbal demand, Spike panicked. But one look at her face was enough to tell him she was alright. "Shshsh... trust me." He'd drive her dark needs away, show her she didn't need his beast... didn't need to fear it, but didn't need to touch it either.

He suddenly captured both her hands, threading his fingers through hers, he scooted impossibly close and rocked into her, hard and fast, building a rhythm, pulsing so deep inside her it almost felt like they were one. He felt her try to take her hands away, imagined she wanted to claw at him, the way he wanted to drag her close... touch her, but he didn't let her. "Look at me," he demanded, his gaze locking with hers, letting her see both pleasure and torture... hunger and lust... dark, and light.

Transfixed, Willow stared into his eyes, droplets of sweat beading her brow as the warring sensations stormed inside her. “I trust you,” she nodded, surrendering her whole self to him.

At first controlled, the euphoria of their love making built slowly, their bodies moving together as one. But as she lost herself in the depths of his soul, the hurricane began to rage unchecked. Soft mewls turned to primal groans as the inferno engulfed them both, taking them to the heights of rapture.

“Spike…” she called his name, still holding his gaze even as her eyes dropped to half-lidded. She rocked with him, his cock penetrating her pleasure center with exquisite force. “Spike… please… don’t stop. Never stop.”

"Not stopping.... not ever stopping," he said thickly, dying to get his hands on her, to take them home. He bit his lip, watched her toss her head back, watched the warm flush creep up her fair body and face. She was so beautiful... so bloody real like this that he knew why it had hurt so bad when she changed.

It took everything he had to concentrate, to deliberately force her to the point of losing control without resorting to darkness. When he thought she was close, he let her hands go and whispered in her ear. "Fuck me."

Willow let out a sharp cry and clenched her teeth, shoving Spike back onto the bed so she could ride him. Hips grinding over his cock, she laid forward so the planes of their bodies slid against one another, building a friction so hot, she wouldn’t be surprised they burst into flame. Still, she looked into his eyes and she drew on the power of the emotions she felt for him. Her mouth closed over his and she fucked him with her tongue as her hips pumped him, tight walls closing around him again and again.

She was hungry… so hungry for it. She devoured him. “I want you… all of you… Spike…” her voice came in a ragged, near hysterical pants between hard kisses. “Please… now. Come with me. Now!”

Every movement of her glorious body over his made him reel with pleasure. Her every breath, her need washed over him, sending rivers of fire through his system. He was already buried into her so deep, he couldn't get closer if he tried. Raising his hips off the bed, he gripped her hip and forced her to ride him faster... "Oh yeah... yeah..." and then he was arching, exploding, mindlessly bucking under her as he called her name.

Dizzy with euphoria, Willow crashed through her orgasm like a comet rocketing through space and time. A blast of white hot energy sparked behind her eyes and her body seized as she rode the aftershocks, sheathing him tighter with each shattering spasm.

When she finally collapsed on top of him, she was struck with an unexpected burst of giddy laughter. She was so happy. She peppered his face with kisses before rolling to her side and gazing over at him, face flush and her eyes alight with sheer joy.

Gathering her close, Spike found himself laughing. Dammit, he wanted to smirk and remind her he'd been right when he said he could give her everything she needed, but without the pain. This was an ambush, that's what it was... and he was playing quite the git.

[Epilogue - 1 Month Later]

For a Thursday, the club was packed and loud. They'd been lucky to find a table, though Buffy suspected Spike had vamped out or something because the people sitting at the table right before them had scattered like roaches under a flashlight. She couldn't prove anything though, and Willow was looking all innocent and not telling.

Riley finished telling them a 'you know you're from Iowa when...' joke, and he couldn't help but feel that the sneer on Spike's face was not amusement at the joke. Ignoring the vampire, he paid attention to his apparently tasteless girlfriend. "I hear you've applied for the teacher's aid position. Good for you but..."

Both Buffy and Spike looked daggers at Riley. How could he have a 'but' when this was Willow he was talking about?

"How're you gonna stop blushing the whole time?" giving her and easy grin, Riley left her on the hot seat.

Spike quirked a brow. "Haven't I told you I'm the only one's allowed to make you blush like that."

"Spike... really did not need to hear that," Buffy said, emphasizing each word.

Willow’s blush deepened even further and she shifted on the stool avoiding Buffy’s gaze and Spike’s even more. Even though they’d finally come clean about their relationship, it was still weird. She knew Buffy didn’t understand, but she said all she cared about that she was happy. And she was.

“I’m not going to be blushing,” she lifted her chin, countering Riley’s teasing. “It’s just Human Sexuality… it’s all very… clinical. I’ll just be teaching the facts. And besides, there’s a book to cover the naughty bits. A-And visual aids. Video… and stuff…” her expression changed to slight worry as she looked to Riley for confirmation. He’d been a TA for the class before. “Right?”

"Yeah, sure... uh huh," he unconvincingly agreed. "Except for the demonstrative part... not too much of that though, I mean, depending on the teacher." Riley got up, "it's getting hot in here, let's go dance," he took Buffy's hand.

She laughed at the looks being exchanged between Willow and Spike. "Come on.... or not," she added, seeing neither of them were getting up.

Spike glared daggers at their back as they left, then swung his gaze to Willow. "Demonstrative part."

“There’s no demonstrative part!” Willow shook her head, pretty sure Riley was just giving her a hard time. “No demonstrating of any kind. At least there wasn’t when I took the class… which… really was kind of a shame now that I think about it because there was this really cute TA…” her eyes slid to Spike and she quirked a sly smile, more confident now that they were alone “…blond, blue eyes, really nice body…” she closed her lips around the straw of her drink, her gaze still locked with his as she added, “…she had a belly piercing. Very sexy.”

No bloke on earth would be pleased seeing his girl get *that* look in her eyes as she talked about another man, and Spike was no exception. Giving her a steady look, he was about to pronounce that the guy was obviously a poofter, when her lips slipped off the straw and she had a pronouncement of her own that shocked him into bloody silence.

He swallowed. "She. Right..." his gaze swept over her face as he tried to evaluate whether she was joking. "You did say she."

Willow let out a little laugh and she nodded, still looking for new ways to touch that side of Spike that brought the beast to the surface – she couldn’t help it. “I did…”

"Right." He was repeating himself, only because he hadn't expected that. Then there was the struggle within that he was dealing with. Thoughts of her mouth on another woman was making him hot and sent blood surging to his groin, but another part of him was jealous. "Remind me of that later..." he cocked his head to the side. "I'll have to come up with a way to make you forget her, yeah? But I'm not putting on a belly ring. Maybe another sort of ring..."

The flush that colored her neck and cheeks wasn’t from embarrassment. “Maybe you could pierce me…” her tongue ran across her teeth as she imagined his fangs nicking the sensitive flesh of her abdomen. Her eyes darkened and she nodded toward the back of the club. She wanted him. Now.

Suddenly the air around them was crackling with heat and awareness. And danger. Her dark cravings ... her need to touch his demon had lessened. But like any addiction, it was always there, simmering under the surface... sometimes breaking through. He couldn't claim not to be tempted at times, but they were dealing with it. Dealing quite nicely.

The urgency in her heated look was catching. "Could do," he said, rising suddenly.

Willow pushed her drink away and stood at the same time. Taking his hand, she starting weaving purposefully through the tables. He moved behind her, his body melding against hers as they walked. She could feel the vampire taking unnecessary breaths against her hair which sent her pulse racing even faster. When they reached the relative seclusion at the back of the club, she turned just Spike pushed her against the wall and into a dark corner.

Without hesitation, she claimed him in a hard kiss. And without a thought beyond her own burning need, she stroked his aura, caressing the edges of his being with tendrils of magic. “Spike…” she gasped his name, calling to the beast.

"Right here," he answered, pressing his erection into her hip as he kissed her back, hard. Her tongue slid past his, searching for his fangs... and he let them extend slightly, teasing her.

The brush of her aura against his sent him reeling. With practice, they'd found a ritual wasn't necessary. The beast within him roared... he kept it chained for just a while longer, kept her aura waiting as he started to move his hand up her thigh, inching her skirt up.

“Spike…” she whispered in demand as her legs parted for him and her hand moved between them, fingers finding the shape of his thick arousal straining against leather. She stroked him, but didn’t free him. Not yet. She hissed as she felt his hand between her legs and she ground against him, her magic humming against his aura.

The musky scent of her arousal rode him like nothing else could. "So hot... so bleedin' hot," he whispered, pushing her panty aside and stroking until she tightened convulsively around his fingers. He could feel her need spiking up, her hands growing more demanding... he knew she still needed his dark side, still needed to play with it. "Right, I'm coming out to play, luv. Just you remember..."

He managed to undo his pants, and lifted her up, settling her down on his pulsing cock. His aura expanded, brushed against hers... teased hers. He freed it just as he entered her and felt her legs clamp around his waist. "Sodding hell..."

Biting his lower lip, he started to fuck her, concentrating not only on giving her physical pleasure, but on using his aura to master hers. She had a beast... one as powerful as any werewolve’s or vampire's, and it had its needs. Spike's beast could give her what she needed and yet keep her under control. Every thrust of Spike's hips pushing into Willow was counter-pointed by his aura's actions.

Willow’s head fell back and her nails bit into his shoulders as her hips moved, finding his rhythm and deliberately bucking it to drive him harder. Magical tendrils snaked into his aura, exploding in a dazzling dance of colors only she could see. It was dangerous and erotic and she couldn’t get enough.

A streak of purple pulsed and lashed against him drawing sparks from his aura. He growled in response, pushing it back and forcing her to submit. Willow groaned and her body convulsed around his, their auras slamming together with brutal force as they fought to dominate each other – both body and beast.

“Yes,” she hissed, her back arched as his fangs scraped her nipple, peaked hard and straining against her blouse. “Harder,” she demanded, seizing him with her body as her aura thrashed out against him.

He gave it to her... harder, faster, deeper... gave her what she wanted and what he needed until they were both crying each others' names out. Gripping her tight, he moved his mouth over hers, muffling the sounds they made as they came to the sounds of the music thrumming around them. His hips snapped forward one more time as he claimed her, then slowly let her legs slide down to the ground.

When he looked down at her, he found she looked thoroughly fucked and satisfied. But the best part... she didn't have any bruises, and didn't need them. "Your aura was feisty tonight," he gave her a smug look. "Like you.”

Willow’s knees were weak and it was a good thing Spike was still holding her or she would have slumped to the floor in a quivering heap. “It’s your fault,” she countered, her eyes bright green and her face pink with afterglow. “You bring it out in me…” she thought back to the conversation that had brought them to this point. “So are you going to take my class?” she gave him a devilish grin. “I might be able to teach you a thing or two about human sexuality. Been awhile since you were human and all…” she teased. “Maybe you could use a refresher.”

"If I take your class, I'll keep you honest," he said, fixing both their clothes so that Captain Square Pants' sensibilities wouldn't be ruffled. On second thought... reaching out, he mussed up Willow's hair. "No telling what sorts of questions I'd ask, yeah?" He cupped her face, and brushed his thumb over her lower lip.

“Hey!” she tried to straighten her hair but when he touched her lip she melted. “Yeah, you’d ask all sorts of questions, wouldn’t you. You’d be the teacher’s pet…” she met his eyes and gave him a playful smile.

"Just you remember who's the pet." Smirking, he pulled her in for one last kiss, this time a long, lingering one. "Bloody hell... sometimes even I don't know who's the master and who’s the beast.”

Willow released a pleasured sigh and she smiled up at him with unabashed love in her eyes. “Well if we knew the answer to that...” she pushed off the wall and started back out into the main club, tossing a sultry look over her shoulder, “…where would the fun be?”

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