New Flame

New Flame
Writer: Silly Girl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/T, W/S
Spoiler: Dead Things, Tabula Rasa, and minor Season 6
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all of the characters, but the smut is mine.
Summary: Spike finds Buffy with some unexpected company and decides to go after Willow.


Spike stood outside the Summer’s house and finished two cigarettes before he slipped in through the back door. He was still debating whether he should be here, but he had wanted to see her, to make sure that she was all right. He sighed. It was only two nights ago when he had to pull himself off the ground, trying to see with just one eye since the other one had closed up completely. He understood hate, he understood violence, he understood it all, but he still had trouble accepting that she had done it. He had tried to do was to help her in the only way he knew how, but she had taken out her anger and frustration on him, using him as her punching bag. While she had used her fist to physically relieve her anger, it was her words that really torn into him. She had repeatedly told him that he was just some disgusting thing that she could never love because he didn't have a soul. He staggered back to his crypt slowly, her words ringing in his ears.

He finally understood. Buffy hated herself, she hated him, she hated being the slayer, but she glorified in it also. She couldn't see herself in a normal relationship, so she had chosen him. She needed to feel connected to something, and when she couldn't find that with the others, she had picked on him.
Yet he was here again, letting her use him. But he did love her, and Spike had known that he was and will always be love’s bitch. He slowly walked up the stairs and stopped outside Buffy’s bedroom. He frowned when his vampiric hearing picked up the sounds of not one, but two heartbeats. He knew that Willow had left and Dawn was staying over night at her friend’s. His frown turned to anger as the unmistaken sounds of moaning coming through the closed door.

Spike slowly pushed open the door and what he found made him turn even colder if that was possible.
Buffy, his lovely Buffy, on her bed, naked as the day she was born, moaning and twisting. His gaze continued down to her widespread legs to see a blonde head buried between them. Tara, totally nude, with her tongue inside the slayer’s cunt, one hand squeezing Buffy’s generous breast and the other one running up and down her creamy thigh.

Spike felt betrayed. It was Drusilla all over again. Only this time it was even worse because it came as a complete surprise. He knew that Buffy was not in love with him, but he honestly believed that she needed him. Now from her loud moans, he realized he wasn’t the only who could fulfill her needs.
Finally Buffy came screaming, “Oh God, Tara, fuck, Tara!” She opened her eyes to find Spike standing at her doorway. Her hands dug into Tara painfully until the blonde witch yelled out in pain. Buffy sat up and kissed the witch before turning her attention to Spike, “Spike, what the hell are you doing here? We are not providing a free show.”

“What the fuck are you doing, Slayer?”

“You were standing there watching. What’s the matter, Spike? Never saw two girls doing it before?” Buffy taunted as her hands ran over Tara, stopping on her ass and caressing the rounded flesh.

Spike closed his eyes for a second before demanding, “Why her?”

“Why not?” The slayer shrugged. “She was good enough for Willow, why not for me?” One hand traveled upward again and grabbed one of Tara’s breast and kneaded it roughly, “her breasts are so soft, her tongue so delicious, you are good for fucking, Spike. Sure, when I want rough sex or something hard pounding into me, you are the man, but Tara, she’s like a teddy bear, all soft and warm. When I kiss her, she tastes like sweet wine, you taste like disgusting cigarettes and…death.”

“She was Willow’s -”

“That’s right, was!” Buffy said angrily, “Where the hell is Willow? She brought me back to this fucked up world with all these fucking problems, then she just up and left me to handle them all on my own. So, I’m doing her girlfriend, so what? Tara isn’t complaining.”

Spike turned to look at the witch, “How could you do this to Willow?”

Tara blushed and with a guilty look on her pale face, “she didn’t respect me, she didn’t respect our relationship, I don’t have to explain myself to her or to you.” One of Buffy’s hands is now on her ass, massaging and squeezing. Her other hand slipped to her cunt and quickly shoved two fingers inside. Tara moaned, “Get the fuck out of here, Spike. Can’t you see that we are busy?”

Spike wanted to go over there and tear those two apart. He wanted to kill both of them. But he knew he chip would not allow it. Yet, he couldn’t walk away as he stood watching Buffy finger fucked Tara. The blonde witch came quickly, screaming Buffy’s name. Buffy smiled spitefully as she pulled her fingers out of Tara’s pussy. She stared at Spike as she put those same fingers into her mouth and sucked on them. “Don’t you wish you were here, Spike? Wouldn’t you like to see why Will was so devoted to her? Want a taste, Spike, don’t be shy, she’s delicious. Come on, Spike, it’s almost like getting a piece of Willow. I know you want it. You were always kind of obsessed with Willow. You think I didn’t see you watching her ass every time she walked by?”

Spike ignored her comment, “Is that why? To get back at Willow? For bringing you back?”

Buffy was thoughtful, “No, but I’ve just broken them up permanently. There’s no way Willow will get back with her now.”

“W..what?” Tara pushed the slayer away, wide-eyed and hurting.

“Look Tara, you got something out of it too. I don’t just let anyone blow me, and how many times did I make you come? Admit it, you never had it so good with Willow. I bet the bitch-witch never made you come so hard.” Buffy shrugged, “I'm just being honest. I hate Willow for bringing me back, and yes, I would do anything to hurt her, but I love fucking you. I meant what I said.” Buffy smiled as she pulled Tara back to her and caressed her face, “Look at you, such a weak little thing, let me take care of you.” Buffy pushed Tara to lie down flat on her bed. She opened up her bedside drawer and pulled out a vibrator. The slayer smirked as she took in the witch’s expression, a mixture of horror and fascination. “Never tried it before, don’t worry, Tara. You’ll love it,” she flashed it at Spike before continuing spitefully, “just as much as I do. This is a better fuck than Spike. It never goes soft. It never comes before I do. Sometimes I have this inside me all night, just pushing it in and out, in and out.” She plunged the vibrator into Tara and looked at Spike scornfully, “ we we don’t need a cock. Now either join us or get the fuck out of my house.”

“””””””””””””””

Spike dusted the last vampire and pulled out his smoke. That was number seven for the night. After witnessing the slayer in on, on, he had to kill something. The fucking bitch was a spiteful nymphomaniac. To think she somehow managed to hold out on him for two years! Sure, she had finally let him fuck her, but for two fucking years, she was playing hard to get when all the time the bitch was up for any cock, even plastic ones. He wanted to hurt her, make her pay. He wanted to break her neck along with that pathetic blonde witch. But how? He could go after Dawn; he knew Tara was fond of the bit as well. That would teach both of those bitches to laugh at him. But he kind of like the Niblet and wasn’t about to hurt her. Besides, he didn’t think he could get it up with the little bit. Then who, Xander? Fuck the moron? No way! That leaves, oh yeah, the pretty little red head, now shagging Willow would be no great sacrifice. Let's see if that pale-faced witch would still laugh when she finds the redhead once again driving stick. Although his brains reminded him that Buffy hated Willow and would probably loved to see the little witch hurting, Spike decided to ignore that little piece of information. The tricky part was how he could hurt Willow without hurting himself. Spike tossed down his cigarette, fuck it, he’d figure out a way somehow. Maybe he could trick Willow into temporarily disabling the chip.

Spike watched as Willow came out of the Magic Box with Anya and Xander. Spike overheard the moron offering to drive her and Willow refused, saying that she wanted to walk. The three parted way at the curb. Xander and Anya got into the car and drove off. The redhead waved and headed toward her home. She had moved back home after breaking off with Tara. Spike followed the slim red head, watching her fiery red hair blowing softly in the moonlight and her tight little ass swaying gently as she walked. Oh yeah, definitely no hardship at all!

Willow had already stepped into the house when Spike called softly, “Red?”

“Spike, what are you doing here?” Willow asked, obviously surprised.

“Can I come in and talk to you for a minute? It’s kind of important.” Looking at her frown, he added for good measure, “It’s about Buffy.”

“I suppose. Come on in, Spike.” Willow held the door opened.

Once inside, Willow took off her jacket and asked politely, “Can I get you anything?”

Spike smirked, staring at the vision in front of him. Willow was wearing a black shirt with a pair of flared jeans. The clothing wasn’t overly sexy, but the shirt was relatively short, ending an inch above her low-rise jeans, giving Spike a tantalizing glimpse of her firm stomach. The jeans were just tight enough to hug her hips and bring attention to her long, lovely legs. The combination was both sexy and alluring. “It’s alright, pet, I’m just a taa take.” He reached out and pulled her to him.

Willow screeched and tried to wriggle away from him, which only caused him to get harder. Spike felt a momentary stab of pain but it went away quickly. Willow had stopped struggling when she realized how excited he was quickly becoming. “Spike, what are you doing?”

“What I should have done long ago.” He replied as he grabbed her blouse and ripped it down the middle.

“No! Stop it, Spike. I don’t want this.” Willow renewed her struggles, almost in tears as she slapped at his hand with one hand and tried to hold her shirt together with the other hand. Spike winced, the pain quickly returned. Willow watched the pained expression on his face, and once again, stopped struggling. “Spike, please, you are only hurting yourself.”

Spike grinned at her stop and go motions. She didn’t want to hurt him. “Then stop trying to fight me.”

“I’m not going to just stand here and let you rape me.”

“It won’t be rape. At lease, it doesn’t have to be. Just enjoy it, luv. I’m gonna fuck you and you can’t stop me. But, I can make it real good for you if you play along.”

Willow felt her bra snapped as Spike wrenched that away from her. She kept pushing at him, but she was no match for his strength. Before she could stop him, he had homed onto her breast as his mouth closed over her nipple and started to suck on it. He smirked as he felt her shuttered and gave out a tiny, little moan. He had one hand on her back keeping her in place as the other moved up and fondled her other breast. Her breasts might not be huge, but they sure were soft and perky. Willow moaned louder. She couldn’t help it, but it felt so good. Sex with Tara was comforting, sex with Spike was all consuming. Before she could stop herself, she had reached out and rubbed her hand along the front of his jeans.

Spike couldn’t believe how hot the red head was. He always thought she was too shy to be so forward, but hell, he sure wasn’t complaining. So, if quiet little Willow was a closet hussy, he certainly wasn't going to complain. She felt good in his arms, tasted delicious, and she smelled just heavenly. Sure, he would have forced her, but it was more fun if she were willing. And judging from her breathy moans and frantic panting, and since he wasn’t suffering from a massive headache, she was willing. His hand left her breast and went to unzip her jeans, pulling it down along with her white lace panties. Willow seemed to have regained her senses momentarily and started to push at him again. “No!”

“Stop fighting me, luv. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Spike, please, we can’t.” Seeing how he was taking an inventory of her naked form, his eyes stormy and lustful, Willow blushed. “It isn’t me you want.”

“Yes, it is. I really want to fuck you, Willow, just you, no one else. Let me? Please?”

It was the please that did it. Willow stopped struggling and Spike took advantage of her momentary indecision. He pushed her down onto the couch as he quickly stripped himself and mounted her. He stared at her passion filled eyes and muttered, “We’ll play later, right now, I really need to fuck you.” Willow gave him a little nod and Spike smirked briefly before plunging his hard cock inside her pussy. Willow moaned, pushing away, it hurt. Spike was a lot bigger than Oz, and Tara was always gentle. Spike leaned down and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Willow sighed as she returned his kiss. Her cunt started to stretch to accommodate him. Spike felt it when she started to thrust back and groaned loudly, the little red head was so fucking tight. He had never been in anything so tight and wet before. The slayer was never this tight, too much one-on-one wher her vibrator, no doubt. Pushing the blonde out of his mind, he concentrated on the tasty little redhead underneath him. He started to pound into her frantically, again and again, and was pleased to find her thrusting back at him almost ferociously, matching his frantic rhythm. Her soft moans turned into loud grunts. She was practically screaming when she came, taking him with her.

Willow regained her breath and her senses. She was horrified to find that not only had she let him, she had begged him, encouraged him, and enjoyed every single second of it. With her face flushed with guilt and embarrassment, once again she pushed at him as he lay on top of her, “You got what you wanted, now let me up.” She said bitterly.

“Don’t you remember, my fiery little witch, I promised you playtime.” Spike smirked before kissing her ruthlessly, forcing her mouth open and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his hands roaming freely.

Willow had to fight hard not to return the favor. Instead she tried to move her head back, trying to break off the kiss, but Spike wouldn’t let her. His tongue continued to ravage her mouth until he remembered that she had to breath. “Stop that, Witch.” He warned as he lifted his head briefly, “Tell you what, it’s either my tongue or my cock, you choose.”

Willow’s face flamed as her eyes almost doubled in size, his cock was still inside her, it it was quickly getting hard again, “Spike...what are we doing?”

“We are fucking.” Spike started to thrust again, grunting. His smile grew as he felt her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.

Yup, definitely no hardship at all.

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