Cornpone and the Bloodsuckers by Always_jbj and Mefiant

Chapter #1 - Chapter 1

Thank you to Selene for the lovely banners she made for this fic.   Riley Finn walked glumly along the street, shoulders hunched, hands thrust deeply into his pockets, his feet kicking at any rocks and sticks he encountered along the way. The week had started out fine; just like any other week; then things had gone—well, he couldn’t exactly say ‘bad’ from there, but not quite as they should have! And he knew exactly where the blame lay for his current predicament. Her. That bitch—and that damned peroxided menace as well. His steps became more hesitant as he approached his destination; not that he didn’t want to go home—of course he did. He just didn’t want to see the look of disappointment on her face; he knew she was going to be disappointed in him, he had no doubts about that! Steeling himself, he squared his shoulders, fixed a happy grin on his face and walked in. “Hon, I’m back.” He looked around. Where was she? A chill of fear tingled its way down his spine. What if she had left? What if she didn’t want him anymore? He knew he wasn’t everything she had wanted him to be; he knew he had been a major let down, but he was going to make it up to her! Really he was. If only she would give him another chance, he knew he could get it right next time. He just needed that chance. His eyes closed as he attempted to fight off the tears that began to prickle and sting. With his eyes closed he did not see the blonde vision that swept into the room, her face lighting up at the sight of him. “Pookey Bear! You’re home.” She threw herself at him, her strong arms encasing his massive body in a tight embrace. “Tell me, tell me all about it my little snookums!” She planted wet kisses all over his face and he wanted to stay like this forever, basking in the glow of her adoration. He did not want to have to tell her he had failed; didn’t want to see the light of love and adulation die in her eyes, to be replaced with the almost ever present regret and disappointment. “I..ah…,” he began “well, you see…” “No! No, don’t tell me you failed! You know that isn’t what I want to hear.” Her eyes flashed gold for a moment, before melting back to their usual beseeching blue. “You were supposed to kill her.” She stamped one dainty foot petulantly. “You know how happy that would make me, so why didn’t you do it?” “I tried, honestly; I looked everywhere but I couldn’t find her.” Riley pleaded desperately with her, “And then, I was hungry and so I came home. I will kill her though, I promise, I just need… please?” He fixed her with what he hoped was a look of complete adoration. She was his world, his Sire and he needed her. Without her he was nothing. “Please?” he begged. Suddenly he remembered the one thing that was sure to gain her forgiveness. Reaching inside his jacket Riley pulled out his token, moving it so that the light danced across its surface drawing her attention. Riley’s mouth began to water as he watched, hoping for a sign that she would relent, would give him what he so desired, what he needed so desperately. With a sigh of exasperation Harmony relented. He really was so cute, her little Pookey Bear, and he was only a couple of days old; she was sure that one day soon he would learn the stealth required to successfully hunt his own food. He had also bought her that cute little crystal unicorn that she’d had her eye on. With a little squeal of excitement Harmony snatched the unicorn from Riley’s hand before gently placing it on a small shelf that held a dozen others. Stepping back, Harmony admired her little family for a few minutes, moving them each in turn so that they all looked their best before sighing and turning back to watch Riley. He was fidgeting with his shirt hem while he looked at her with large pleading eyes. Harmony giggled; he looked just like a big ole goofy puppy when he did that! He was her childe, and she guessed that did make him her responsibility. “Alright, just a little.” She tilted her head to the side and drew her long golden hair out of the way, exposing her neck to her starving offspring and offering him the gift of Sire’s blood that he so desperately longed for. Riley reached out and grabbed her quickly in case she changed her mind, his mouth watering at the thought of what was on offer. He lowered his head and plunged his fangs into her delicate flesh, waiting for the glorious rush of powerful blood—the blood of his sire! A slight trickle was his only reward; damn he had missed the vein—again. After removing his fangs he took careful aim this time before once more plunging them deep into the soft flesh. This time one fang managed to pierce the vein and his mouth filled with the sweet taste for which he had longed. After a too-brief amount of time she shoved him off and he landed hard, butt first on the cold hard floor of their crypt. “That’s enough. Now get out there and kill me that slayer!” “But the sun will be up in four hours.” His voice trembled with fear at the thought of being caught out in those deadly rays. “Well you better get a move on then, hadn’t you?” Her foot stamped hard against the concrete in emphasis. She lowered herself until she was kneeling beside him and planted teasing kisses along his jaw, softening her tone, she murmured, “You want to make Mommy happy don’t you?” Harmony wriggled her way onto his lap, smiling as she felt his reaction to her nearness. “And Mommy would be very, very happy if you killed the Slayer” His eyes lit with delight at the promise her body was offering. Riley struggled to his feet. “Yes, yes of course. I will, I promise.” With that he left the crypt, once more heading out into the night in search of the Slayer. If he could only track her down he knew he could kill her. She would welcome him into her arms when he fed her his sob story about how sorry he was. He knew she had been pissed at him, after the bleached wonder had taken her to witness his night time activities, but if he layered it on thick with the puppy dog eyes and the whole ‘I was wrong’ crap he should be able to get her to forgive him; after all it worked on his Sire, and once he had her in his arms… Now all he had to do was find her! He had looked earlier, searched the graveyards and checked out the house and the Bronze, but had not found her or any of her friends. Maybe her Watcher’s apartment? Yeah, that’s where he would try next! Rounding the corner of Giles’ street, he ran head first into one of the Slayer’s little friends. “Xander. How are you? Have you seen Buffy anywhere?” He fixed the boy with his typical goofy smile, his eyes flitting across the young man’s body as he began to form a plan. “Riley, my man! Ah, no, Buff’s not been around so much the last few days. Did you guys have a fight? Cause she seemed pretty upset the last time I saw her.” “Yeah, kinda.” Riley looked sheepishly at the ground while digging his toe against the pavement. “That’s why I was looking for her, I really need to apologise. If you see her could you let her know I’m looking for her?” Riley watched Xander through his lashes, waiting to see if he had picked up on the changes in him. Xander frowned as he noticed Riley giving him a strange look. “Sure thing. Look, if you’re not doing anything right now, why don’t we head to the Bronze? We could have a game of pool. You never know, the Buffster might show there later.” Xander fixed the soldier with a hopeful smile; gee he looked up to this guy, he was so pleased when Buffy had started to date him. At last a guy in their group and not a kooky supernatural weirdo like Angel, or Oz. And not a pain in the ass like Spike; though why Spike had taken to showing up everywhere and trying to hang around with their group he didn’t know.That guy just gave him the major wiggins. Vampires—he hated them, with a passion! And why Buffy—whose job it was to kill the evil bloodsuckers—seemed to spend an awful lot of time socialising with them in one form or another, he would just never understand. Riley’s eyes lit up. “Yeah sure, sounds like fun.” He slung an arm around Xander's shoulder as the two young men turned together in the direction of the town’s only decent nightclub. As they passed into the less well-lit streets between the Watcher’s home and their destination the former soldier struck, grabbing Xander from behind and dragging him into the shadows. Pressing his body against Xander’s, he eyed him hungrily. “So Xander how about we try something different before we reach the Bronze?” Xander’s eyes grew wide as he took in his situation. He was in a dark alley with his best friend’s boyfriend, who was pressed up close to him, very close to him “Ummm… Riley, man—I don’t… um… go in for that sort of thing.” “And what sort of thing would that be?” Riley asked casually as he studied Xander’s neck intently. Now, if he angled Xander's head that way, and then tilted his head this way, he should hit the vein first time. Xander began to fidget. “Well you know Ahn’s my girl and she keeps me very happy.” Xander gulped as Riley ran a finger across his neck. “Really, really happy in fact and we….” Xander stoped with a small high pitched squeal as Riley’s face shifted and the ex-soldier sank his fangs into his neck. “Damn missed it,” Riley lisped through his fangs. “Hang on give me a minute I’ll get it this time.” Lunging once more, Riley growled in frustration as a small trickle of blood hit his tongue. “Okay, third time’s the charm.” tbc

Chapter #2 - Chapter 2

Riley stood cloaked in shadows as he stared at the crumpled form of Xander Harris. A goofy grin spread across his face as he listened to the young man‘s heart beat fading. His plan was working perfectly; why risk his own neck trying to kill Buffy when he could send Xander in his place? Riley felt extremely proud of the fact that he had sired his first childe when he himself was only a few days old. He went through a mental checklist, ticking each item off in his head, ‘Found a patsy to kill the slayer, check; drained him, check; gave him my blood to turn him…’ Riley frowned; lifting his wrists he stared at the unmarked skin. “Shit!” He slapped a hand to his neck frantically searching. “Shit!” In a blind panic he hauled his shirt up, checking for signs of recent blood flow. “Shit - shit - shit!” Riley’s mind raced. ‘What should I do? What should I do?’ Almost in tears, the ex-soldier began to bite at his wrist; he winced as his sharp fangs missed his veins and grated painfully against the bone instead. Ignoring the sensation, he began to gnaw at his wrist like a dog with a bone, shedding tears of relief when blood finally began to flow. He dropped to his knees beside Xander and cradled the boy’s head on his lap, pressing his wrist to the dying boy’s mouth in a desperate attempt to salvage his botched attempt at turning. Xander, however, was too close to death to suckle on Riley’s proffered arm; the blood simply pooled in his mouth before it began to leak out and run down his cheek. Riley began to keen in distress, “I want Harmony.” Openly sobbing now, he used his free hand to grasp Xander's chin and began to move it up and down in an attempt to simulate suckling. Unfortunately all this action managed to do was cause the blood to splash out of Xander's mouth at a more rapid pace. Disheartened, Riley decided that he had failed and let his hand drop to Xander's throat, stroking it lightly. “Please, man, come on, I need mommy to be proud of me.” Xander's throat suddenly convulsed, a loud gurgling noise escaping from him as he swallowed a mouthful of blood. Riley jumped in surprise, pulling away from the boy and letting his head fall to the concrete with a loud crack. The ex-soldier winced at the sound before shrugging and moving forward, continuing to feed his new baby. Riley waited patiently until he decided that Xander had ingested enough blood to turn him. He was starting to feel dizzy and he wanted to get Xander back to Harmony’s lair before the sun rose. After climbing unsteadily to his feet he awkwardly manhandled Xander to an upright position and propped him against a wall as he tried to work out the best way to move him. Riley stepped away from his new childe and began to pace as his mind searched for a solution. A strange noise caught his attention and he turned in time to see Xander sliding back down the wall, his head bouncing against the hard brick as he went. Riley rushed forward, grabbing him before he fell any further. With a deep sigh and a loud groan he lifted Xander up and threw him across his shoulder before staggering down the street towards the lair. By the time he was halfway home Riley was beginning to feel the strain of carrying Xander's dead weight. With a grimace he carefully set Xander down against a wall again. Exhausted, he pressed his body against Xander's, using his weight to prevent the other man from falling. Casting a quick eye to his surroundings, the vampire realised that they were near the Bronze and sighed with relief. ‘Nearly home.’ As he looked down at the pale face of his new childe, Riley couldn’t help but smile once more at the cleverness of his plan. He leaned forward and rested his head on Xander's shoulder as he admired his bite mark—well bite marks. So engrossed was he in admiring his handiwork, Riley didn’t notice the group of teenagers who had turned into the street. “Ewwww, man get a room,” a disgusted voice cut through the night air. Riley turned and growled at the interlopers menacingly, eliciting peals of laughter from the group. He frowned and lifted a hand to his face. ‘Damn. Where were his lumpies?' Riley concentrated on bringing his game face forward, and finally, after several tries, he felt his face shift as he leapt towards the group. Only to find the street empty, their faint laughter echoing off the walls. A loud crash drew his attention and he sighed when he noticed Xander crumpled in a pile of trash. Hauling Xander into his arms once more, Riley renewed his trip home. He had only gone a few steps when he put his foot down on a stray can and stumbled forward, Xander slipping from his arms and crashing headfirst into the concrete once again. Idly Riley wondered if you could get brain damage if you were already dead. ***** Spike walked in to Willy’s and quickly looked around; he noted the complete lack of any of the usual customers. On the floor were several piles of dust, and some rather disgusting smelling demon goo. Seated at a table on the far side of the room was a very sulky, cranky-looking slayer. Willy was doing his best job of hiding behind the bar, trying not to draw attention to himself. The diminutive blonde had already taken out a large proportion of his customers tonight and successfully scared off the rest. Not knowing what else to do, and really not wanting to have to try to deal with throwing the slayer out come closing time, he had resorted to the only possible solution his troubled brain could come up with… he had phoned Spike and practically begged the vampire to come and save him. In the end Willy had agreed to clear Spike’s fairly extensive tab if he would just come and take the Slayer away before she did any more harm to his establishment. Spike walked over to the slayer and, as she fixed him with an intense glare, raised his hands in the air, palms out. “Ok, love, don’t you think it is time to go now? Terrorised the locals enough, I’d wager.” Slowly lowering his hands, he reached for and lit a cigarette, sighing as he exhaled a large cloud of smoke. “How did you know I was here?” Buffy demanded. The vampire pulled a small black object from his duster pocket and, dangling it in the air between his thumb and index finger, slowly waved it in her face. “YOU have a cell phone?” Her voice was incredulous as she stared at the offending object. “And how come I don’t have one?” “Often wondered that myself, pet. Seems like it’d be a useful tool for you an’ your bloody Scooby pals to have. Would certainly beat runnin’ around all over town like a bunch of wankers tryin’ to find each other when some emergency or another pops up. But who am I to say?” Spike lowered himself to perch on the edge of her table, fixing her with his deep blue eyes. “So, you wanna tell me what this is all about?” he asked, inclining his head to indicate the state of the room, which was even more debilitated than usual. “I’m the Slayer, Spike, that’s what I do…slay!” Her answer was delivered with the resignation of someone who has accepted their own fate, but isn’t particularly happy about it. “I see,” he drawled, “so, harmless folks enjoyin’ a peaceful drink with a couple of mates down their local have suddenly moved up onto the slayer‘s most wanted list. That it?” He raised one eyebrow enquiringly as he took in the dejected look on her face. “They were… it was… damn it Spike, why should I have to justify myself to you?” “You don’t, love. Only to yourself.” “It was them, okay!?” “Them?” His head tilted to the side, his blue eyes becoming even more intense than normal. “Not sure I followed you round that bend, pet.” “The… the girls—vampires—from the other night. The ones in that place.” Her voice broke, catching slightly in her throat. She lowered her face to stare at the ground so he wouldn’t see the misery etched upon it. “Oh, I see… well…” He was at a loss as to what to say to her. He knew she was hurting, and he had been the one to take her there, to show her how her bloody useless wanker of a boyfriend was spending his nights. When he should have been happily sleeping by her side and thanking all the powers that be that he was bloody lucky enough to be there, he was instead heading out for suckjobs at a filthy vampire flophouse. The Slayer had obviously been drinking; there were a couple of empty glasses sitting on the table, but he could tell that she was far from being drunk—just feeling miserable. The girl had been dealt a low blow by someone who was supposed to care about her. If he could he would rip the undeserving bastard’s head right off his Neanderthal shoulders. Spike pulled out a chair and sat so that he was facing her; he gently took her chin in his hand and forced her to look up at him. “He didn’t bloody deserve you, pet. He never did, the stupid bloody git.” She drew a shuddering breath and continued quietly, “What’s wrong with me, Spike? Why…” “No! There is nothing wrong with you,” he denied vehemently, “nothing at all. Don’t you go blaming yourself for that git’s problems, you hear?” Her eyes flooded with unshed tears. “Then why do they always leave?” “Well that’s easy, love; you have decidedly poor taste in men, is all it is. I mean take my Grandsire—a bigger wanker never walked the earth. Never happy unless he’s got somethin’ to be brooding about. And Captain Cardboard, our all American hero, so bleedin‘ insecure he can’t handle the thought of a woman bein’ stronger and a better fighter than him. What you need, Slayer, is someone who appreciates you for what you are. Someone who’s not afraid of loving you with everything they are.” He reached out and stroked her face tenderly with one hand. Staring intently into her eyes he drew a deep, calming breath before continuing, his voice losing its teasing edge, “Someone who can fight by your side and love you like you deserve.” His eyes were so deep and so full of emotion that she thought she might drown in them, lose herself forever in the love that shone out of those gorgeous cerulean depths. Why had she never seen before? How could she have been so blind that she had not noticed just how gorgeous he was—and what amazingly beautiful eyes he had? Swallowing hard against the lump in her throat she asked, “Did you have someone in mind?” “As a matter of fact…” Spike leaned in; slowly inching closer and closer until he could taste her breath, her lips but a whisper away. Steeling himself for her rejection, he closed the remaining distance, brushing her lips lightly and sending sparks of longing shooting through his body at the gentle touch. Unconsciously Buffy moistened her lips, the tip of her tongue ghosting across Spike's lips as she did so. The vampire allowed his mouth to open slightly as Buffy moved her body closer and reached out tentatively with her tongue once more, gently caressing the roof of his mouth, before meeting his in a slow sensual dance. Spike slid from the chair to rest on his knees in front of her; his arms sliding around her waist and pulling her pliable body closer to him. Soft moans of need escaped them both as the kiss deepened. A not-so-discreet cough from the direction of the bar interrupted their exploration, bringing them back to the reality of their situation. Spike grimaced as he realised he was kneeling on Willy’s not overly hygienic floor. He glanced in fear at the slayer, terrified that he would see revulsion on her face as she realised what they had just been doing. Instead all he saw was confusion, mingled with a raw primal hunger. “Ah, Slayer, shall we?” Spike nodded toward the door. “Yeah. Yeah, we so should,” Buffy agreed breathlessly, unable to drag her eyes away from the vampire’s gorgeous mouth; oh, how she wanted more of those delicious lips. As they made their way out into the street Willy breathed a huge sigh of relief. If it wasn’t bad enough having a cranky slayer come in and kill half his customers, he then had to deal with removing a highly explosive master vampire and the slayer before they did something he was pretty sure they would never forgive him for seeing. Outside, Spike’s eyes widened in amazement as Buffy slid an arm around his waist, cuddling into him as they walked silently down the street. Spike stopped suddenly and, coming to a decision, he turned to face her. He looked into her earnest little face as he spoke quietly and from the heart, his voice thick with emotion, “Buffy, love, I want you to know, 's not a game. I’m not playing with you, or trying to mess with your feelings or anything. I love you. Have for a long time. And… well there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, kitten. I… I just wanted you to know that.” His hand shook as he reached out to stroke her hair back from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. Unneeded breath caught in his throat as Buffy reached out and gently cupped his face, her thumb running along the sharp line of his jaw; moving closer she reached up to place a soft kiss on his lips and then reluctantly drew away before the kiss had a chance to deepen. “Giles gave me a key to his place, we could um… well… he is away for the night… we could… be alone.” She ducked her head shyly; worried that he might think she was some kind of a skanky ho. Almost certain that he was dreaming, but unwilling to let the opportunity pass, Spike drew her warm body close to his. He ran his fingers gently through her hair and held her gently pressed against his chest; his eyes fluttered closed as he marvelled that she wanted to be here, in his arms. “I would love that, Buffy; you have no idea how much. But are you sure, pet? I don’t want you to do anything you might regret later. I never want there to be any regrets with us.” His love and concern for her were clearly evident in his voice as he spoke. He nuzzled into her hair, breathing in the delicious aroma of Buffy, while he waited in agony for her answer. The slayer snuggled closer to her former enemy and rubbed her cheek against his chest, thrilling at the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her, his tender caresses and the chill-inducing sensation of him nuzzling and breathing into her hair. She slowly raised her eyes to meet his adoring blue ones. “I’m sure, Spike. No regrets, promise.” She flashed him a million-watt smile that made both his heart, and other parts of his body, swell in response. With a playful poke to his ribs, she laughed and announced, “Come on then, vampire. Unless you’d rather just stand here all night?” Laughing, Spike pulled her to him for a quick kiss. “Lead the way then, love.” ***** Riley could feel the relief course through him as he finally made his way into the cemetery that housed Harmony’s lair. In his eagerness to show his beloved sire his new toy Riley had accidentally gone to the wrong cemetery, twice. While struggling to open the door to the crypt Harmony had commandeered Riley accidentally knocked Xander's head against the doorjamb; pausing for a moment , he merely shrugged and decided that one more hit couldn’t cause that much more damage. He staggered towards the bed and dropped the lifeless body onto the smooth pink satin sheets; smiling eagerly he awaited his sire’s praise. “What is this?” Harmony reached out and prodded the corpse with one perfectly manicured finger, pushing it onto its back, where she was awarded a view of Xander Harris’ face and the multiple sets of bite marks adorning his neck. “He’s mine…I made him!” Riley’s face was filled with fervent enthusiasm; she would be so proud of him…he knew it! “You made… you turned this?” she shrilled. “How could you? Why… Eew, get this filthy thing out of my home…NOW! Oh my God, what is that he is wearing? And what is that smell?” Harmony backed away, almost in tears that her perfect pink sheets would now have to be thrown out. “Get rid of it!” Riley’s face dropped, “But I made him. I did it! I thought you’d be proud of me.” His voice took on a sulky tone and his shoulders drooped. His defeated attitude combined with his pout, tearing eyes, and the quivering bottom lip were enough to make Harmony reconsider how harsh she had just been with her childe. “Oh fine. You can keep him. But could you please put some decent clothes on him?” ***** Buffy opened the door to the watcher’s home, while Spike reached out with his senses to ensure that Giles was indeed away for the night. As it closed behind him Spike suddenly found himself pinned hard against the front door. Strong, warm, soft slayer body pressed tight against him, as her hungry lips found his and he lost himself to the sensation, a deep, desperate moan of need escaping his lips only to be captured by her mouth. As Buffy rubbed herself against his now-obvious erection the last shred of control left him. “Bedroom, now,” he hissed. Launching his own attack, he scooped his assailant up into his arms and carried her up the stairs, kissing and nibbling eagerly at her mouth along the way, her moans and sighs of pleasure filling him increasingly with love and longing. Upon reaching the bedroom he growled playfully and threw her, giggling, onto the bed. Spike launched himself to land next to her, before reaching out with one arm and scooping her close against his body. They continued their playful grappling for a while, alternately kissing and tickling, their hands exploring as they teasingly fought for control. Buffy finally had her foe pinned beneath her. She straddled his thighs, with his wrists held tightly in one strong little hand and his arms stretched above his head as she used the other to run enthusiastically across his body. Wrenching his t-shirt out from the waist of his jeans she gained access to the smooth, hard, rippling planes of his belly. His hiss of indrawn breath encouraging her in her explorations as she gently circled, tracing each line teasingly with fingertips and nails. Leaning down she captured his hungry mouth, gently at first, lips brushing his, her tongue reaching out to run slowly along his deliciously soft lower lip. As his lips parted in an agonised moan of desire, she delved deeper, their tongues entwining, caressing and dancing slowly to a timeless tune. She released his hands and slid down to lay along his body. His hands instantly moved to lay claim to her body, stroking and teasing her as she had done only moments before to him. His agile hands quickly divested her of her blouse. Sliding one hand behind her back he made short work of her bra clasp, while the other continued its downwards explorations over the firm curve of her ass. They continued to unhurriedly disrobe each other as they kissed and stroked each newly-revealed expanse of skin; worshiping as they went, with both touch and words, until both lay naked in each other‘s arms. Spike flipped them over, her legs parting to allow him to settle comfortably between them, his cock brushing gently against her warm, moist entrance. He captured her eyes with his, all sign of playfulness gone from their smouldering blue depths; his voice was thick with desire as he poured all his love and need into one questioning word, “Buffy?” Her voice deserted her as emotion swelled and threatened to overcome her. The sight of his beautiful face, so completely open to her, his feelings clearly written for her to see was more than she knew how to deal with. She reached up with one hand to gently cup his face. Stroking it softly while gazing into his eyes, she tried to convey to him the depth of feelings he was evoking in her. With her voice deserting her she answered his question the only way she could; hooking her leg behind him and gently pulling him closer to her body. He sank slowly into her and a soft sigh escaped them both as the sensation all but overwhelmed them. ***** Spike woke the next morning, feeling warm and languid. Slowly coming to his senses he realised his body was covered in exquisitely warm slayer, draped over him where they had finally collapsed only hours before. His hands began a slow sensuous dance across her back, delighting in her body’s response to his ministrations. With a satisfied smirk he stepped the pace up a little; one hand sliding between them to gently stroke and pinch one pebbled nipple while the other traced the smooth contours of her back before dipping down between firm cheeks. He gently dipped one finger into her entrance while another lightly massaged her clit. Buffy woke with a gasp, her eyes wide. She had been having an incredible dream, Spike’s skilful hands had been tracing across her body, bringing an intense pleasure that only he had ever shown her. The dream now melted swiftly into reality and she arched into his hand, pressing him deeper into her. She lifted her head, desperately seeking his mouth—her lips aching for his. As their need intensified, Spike replaced his fingers with his desperate cock and as she sank down on him, guiding him deep into her blazing heat he sobbed her name. As her lips found his in gentle, reassuring kisses he finally allowed himself to believe that this was real. Her orgasm screamed through her body and her strong internal muscles clamped down on him, destroying his last remaining shred of control. As he thrust up hard once more to meet her, their world fell out from beneath them, their arms flailing as they found themselves plummeting sideways toward the floor. They landed with a thud, and were quickly engulfed as the bedding followed them, leaving the pair a tangled mess of limbs and sheets thrashing inelegantly on the floor. “Bloody hell!” Spikes outrage was followed rapidly by a snort of amusement. “Shit, Slayer, I think we killed the bed.” Buffy couldn’t contain the giggles that erupted, tears of laughter pouring down her face until she realised what this meant. Her laughter died and her eyes widened in horror, “Oh no! Spike. It’s Giles’ bed. What are we gonna do?” After untangling himself from the sheets and pillows strewn across the floor the vampire gathered his distressed lover in his arms. “’s ok love. We can fix this. Come on, pet, give me a hand.” He pulled her to her feet and they quickly cleared away the linen, giving themselves room to work. He directed her to lift the bed and as she did so he carefully replaced the turned timber leg, fitting it in such a way that without close scrutiny the break would not be visible. Buffy gently lowered the weight back down and they watched as it wobbled fractionally then held. They each breathed a deep a sigh of relief before looking at each other and bursting once more into a fit of laughter. The sun would rise in an hour, so they quickly dressed and Buffy located the linen closet. Taking out clean sheets, they carefully remade the bed, taking care not to bump or jolt it as it balanced precariously on its wounded leg. Buffy took the soiled bedclothes and placed them in the machine to wash, making a mental note to come back later that day, dry them and put them away in the closet. With a last quick check over to assure themselves the place was, apart from the bed, as they had found it, they made their way out onto the rapidly lightening street. Spike walked Buffy home to her mother’s house and after kissing her goodnight with a promise to see her that night he headed towards his crypt; racing the sunrise home. tbc

Chapter #3 - Chapter 3

Xander woke slowly, grunting and scratching himself before he turned over and wrapped his arm around Anya’s slim waist. ‘Hang on.’ Xander frowned as he let his hand drift across the body whose back he was pressed up against. He stiffened when he encountered a bulge that really shouldn’t be there. Eyes shooting open, Xander desperately tried to back-pedal away, yelping as he slid on the slick satin sheets and falling onto the cold ground with a painful thud. He looked down in shock as he noticed that he was naked. He looked back towards the bed, meeting a pair of docile blue eyes. Xander began to stutter as he broke contact with those eyes and saw the equally naked male body that was attached to them. “Riley! Um Ri … man…” Riley smiled goofily. “Hello baby.” Reaching out a hand he caressed Xander's cheek. “Whoa.” Xander tried to scramble to his feet. Turning, he got onto his hands and knees before suddenly realising that he was presenting Riley with a perfect view of his naked ass. He began to scuttle across the floor like a crab as he tried to twist around to watch Riley and make his way to the other side of the room. Jumping up, Xander turned his back to the wall, trying to squeeze into a corner while he crossed his hands across his manly bits. A wave of pain swept through his head causing him to lift one of his hands to rub his aching head. He frowned when he discovered several large lumps dotted around his skull. Panicking as he noticed Riley’s speculative look, Xander quickly dropped his hand again, causing another wave of pain to shot through his head. “What happened, man?” Riley lay back against the pink satin sheets, patting the bed beside him. “Come back to bed, baby, and daddy will explain everything.” Frowning, Xander watched as Riley moved his hand from the sheets to run it down his bare chest, a weird grimace on his face as he did. “Wha?” Peering at him more closely, and ignoring the disturbing twitch in his cock, Xander noticed a slight ripple move across Riley’s face as his eyes flashed yellow momentarily. “You’re a vampire!” Xander accused, pointing a finger in the other man's direction. Buffy said you had been getting suck jobs from vamp whores, but, man, Riley……why did you let yourself get turned by one?” Riley surged up from the bed. “My sire is no whore!” He attempted to stride across the room in a fit of righteous anger; however he stumbled on the white fluffy rug on the floor. “Damn, I always do that,” he mumbled, regaining his balance. He finally stood in front of Xander. “You will not speak about your grandmother that way.” “Huh?” With an exaggerated sigh Riley grasped Xander by the shoulders. A small squeak erupted from the other man as Riley pulled him over to a wall where a large gilt mirror was hung. The ex-soldier had asked Harmony once why they needed a mirror; she’d patted him on the cheek smiling indulgently before explaining that sometimes pretty things didn’t have to be useful. Xander stared at the empty mirror, puzzled and unable to concentrate properly because of Riley’s naked body pressed up close to his. He jumped as Riley whispered in his ear, “What do you see?” Xander looked again. “There’s nothing there, but then everyone knows that vampires don’t have any reflection.” He stiffened as Riley ran his hands down his arms, causing his semi-hard cock to twitch. “Look again.” Xander stared hard at the mirror, taking in the reflected surroundings and shivering as Riley’s hands drifted lower. ‘Okay, pink bed, what’s with that? Knick knacks. No Riley cause, hey, vampire.’ Xander suddenly stilled, and then slowly moved closer to the mirror. “Ummm, Riley, why don’t I have a reflection?” Riley gave a delighted shout, turning Xander around and pulling him into a bear hug. “Cause you’re a vampire too. I’m your daddy.” “I’m a vampire?” Xander's hand slapped at his neck feeling the healing bite marks that littered his skin. “I’m a vampire!” He moved his hand up to his face, realising for the first time that he was in game face. “Why have I got the lumpies? I don’t remember doing that.” Riley squeezed him tighter. “Because you just woke up, silly, and you need to feed before they’ll go away.” He started walking backwards towards the bed, arms still wrapped tight around Xander “You need to feed off me the first time. You know sire’s blood is an aphrodisiac?” Riley tried to smile seductively down at his childe; unfortunately he only managed to look slightly constipated. Xander was starting to warm to the idea of being a vampire. “Ok.” A sudden desire to feel Riley’s blood filling his mouth had him trying to rush towards the bed. His big toe caught under the edge of one of the large white rugs littering the floor, causing the two of them to crash to the ground in a tangle of limbs. “And just what is going on here?” The boys looked up to see Harmony standing in the entrance clutching an assortment of bags and tapping her foot in annoyance. “Harmony.” Riley tried to untangle himself from his childe as his sire glared at him in annoyance. “Harmony!” Xander stared at the blonde, dumbstruck for a moment. “Harmony is your sire?” He looked at Riley in disbelief. Riley was oblivious to Xander's amazement as he stared worshipfully at his sire. “My baby woke up; I was just going to teach him how to feed.” Riley puffed out his chest in pride; or he would have if Xander hadn’t been sprawled on said chest. “You were going to teach him to feed?” Harmony arched a delicately plucked eyebrow, making no attempt to hide her amusement. “Now, Pookey Bear you know that you have trouble with feeding.” Crestfallen, Riley began to whine. “Harm.” His bottom lip jutted out, quivering slightly. Harmony sighed as she watched her childe pout. “I tell you what, snookums, I’ll let you show Xander how to feed from me; then you can give him some sire’s blood and take him hunting.” She plonked her bags down and bent over to ruffle his hair. “Ok?” She wandered over to a small chaise and sat down regally, her arms spread out across the back of it. “Now, come over here, boys.” She lifted one hand to point at the ground before her. The pair scrambled across the floor to sit obediently in front of their golden mistress, legs crossed, backs straight, hands on knees like a pair of school boys. Harmony flicked her hair back. “Now Riley I want you to come up here and bite me. Xander you watch him closely, and then I want you to sit on the other side of me and have a try.” Riley leapt up eagerly. Sitting close to Harmony, he concentrated hard on bringing forward his game face, grunting and grimacing with the effort. Xander had risen to his knees and was crouched before the pair watching Riley’s every move with rapt attention; his face mimicking Riley’s every move, despite the fact that he already wore his demon face. Finally Riley managed to bring his game face forward. Bending in low, he studied Harmony’s neck carefully before biting down. He pulled back wincing as he managed to put one of his fangs through his bottom lip; carefully peeling the flesh away he bit down a second time, a mouthful of potent sire’s blood rewarded his efforts. “Ohhh, my big strong Cornypone, you got it on only the second try.” Harmony motioned to Xander. “Now it’s your turn to try, my little baby sweet corn.” Xander jumped up, sliding in beside Harmony he began to grunt and grimace—a perfect imitation of his sire. Finally, he moved in, biting his lip first before plunging his fangs downwards towards Harmony’s neck. “Oh, Xanie-wannie, you’re a clever baby.” Harmony patted his head lightly before placing a palm on each boy’s forehead and shoving them violently away. “Ok that’s enough.” She jumped up and moved towards her discarded bags. “I found the cutest outfits for you two while I was out.” She began to rummage through them, clothes flying across the air to land on the bed. “You are going to look sooo mean and dangerous, and I got myself the most perfect little ensemble to go with it.” Gathering up several articles of black clothing, she tossed them towards the naked vampires standing hand in hand and watching her intently. “Now go and get dressed while I try on my new outfit.” She shooed them over to the end of the crypt as she walked out of view, scraps of black clasped in her hands. Xander and Riley looked down at the bundles in their arms before moving to get dressed. Harmony came striding back into view. Both boys’ mouths fell open as they took in the magnificent sight of their sire. Harmony’s hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, held in place with a black leather tie. Her makeup had been applied meticulously, right down to her blood red lips. Their eyes moved to the tight black lace bustier barely covering her pert breasts while a small black leather miniskirt stretched taut across her butt. Continuing down they took in the thigh-high leather boots with six-inch heels that encased her surprisingly-large feet. “Ok, now turn around so I can see how you two look.” Harmony clapped her hands together in excitement. “Pookey bear, you first.” Riley stepped forwards, turning slowly as commanded. Harmony had provided him with a pair of black combat boots. They were a little too large, flopping around on his feet as he moved; but he would never tell his sweetie that. A pair of black leather pants, one size too small, encased his legs and butt, a small paunch flowing over his waistband. Harmony had also given him a simple black T-Shirt, again it was one size too small, and a black leather vest. After giving Riley her seal of approval Harmony turned to Xander. “Ok, baby bitey, show grandmamma how special you look. Catching Riley’s eye for confidence, he strutted forward, tripping on the rug one more time and spoiling the effect. Xander wore black riding boots, complete with spurs, black jeans with black leather chaps. A black leather gun belt lay slung across his hips—unfortunately it kept sliding down and catching on the top of his chaps. He too, had been provided with a black leather vest; however he wore a black button down shirt instead of a T-Shirt. Harmony cooed in delight. “Oh don’t you two just look like the biggest baddest vamps that there ever was?” She ran her hands across their chests and butts squeezing each in turn. “Ok, Ri Ri, you can take our baby out hunting now.” She flounced over to the bed, stretching her body across the pink sheets and frowning as one of her heels tore the satin. “Go on, shoo now.” She waved them out, before reaching for a nearby box of chocolates. *~*~*~* Buffy’s mind wandered as she made her way through the night-shrouded graveyard towards Spike’s crypt. She had slept most of the morning and then gone over to Giles’ to make certain all was in order, put the linen in the dryer and then neatly folded and placed it carefully in his linen cupboard. Hopefully, he would be none the wiser about her and Spike’s visit to his apartment in his absence. Walking past his bedroom she glimpsed the bed out of the corner of her eye; feelings of shame and remorse at having broken her watcher’s bed were rapidly replaced with remembered mirth and she found herself once more laughing uncontrollably with tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Smiling happily to herself as she called up the look of outrage on her vampire’s face and then his beautiful, full voiced, deep rumbling laughter as he lay sprawled on the floor in a tangle of sheets and slayer, she wondered how her life had changed so rapidly. A week ago she had been sharing her bed with her, mostly normal, boyfriend, who, it turned out, was sneaking out at night to get his kicks from vampire ho’s. She had not set eyes on Riley in almost a week, and if she ever did again it would probably be too soon. Now she was having amazing, incredible, mind-blowing sex with the recently-evil undead, and surprisingly this thought brought her nothing but joy. There was none of the shame or disgust she was supposed to feel. It was truly amazing the difference that only a week could make. Yep a seven short days ago the only thoughts Spike conjured were perfectly acceptable slaying ones. Ok, so she wasn’t being completely honest there; ever since that spell of Willow’s she’d had dreamy wistful thoughts of delicious, oh so skilful, vampire lips. At night, when her defences were down, she would remember the feel of his strong, sexy body pressed against her as she sat curled in his lap looking lovingly into his beautiful cerulean eyes. Like a good dutiful slayer she’d pushed those thoughts aside; she had found herself a nice acceptable, normal boyfriend who everyone approved of. Well she was done with dutiful and she was done with normal. Last night in Spike’s arms had been a revelation; never in her life had she felt so content or so loved. If her friends and her watcher had a problem with her boyfriend—yeah boyfriend, her mind reiterated—well they would just have to get over it. She’d lived her life to please everyone else for long enough! As she drew closer to her destination her feet picked up the pace, eager to close the distance between herself and her lover. Thoughts of his masterful tongue, of his lovely strong hands wandering across her body elicited the most wonderful tingly feelings of anticipation. Lost in these thoughts and feelings she didn’t notice the warning her spidey-sense sent to her lust addled brain. Vampire, near! *~*~*~* Riley and Xander prowled through the silent cemetery, two dark figures silently stalking through the night in search of prey. Well, they would have been if Riley’s oversized shoes didn’t cause him to trip every five minutes, usually onto something that caused a loud breaking noise when his lumbering body crashed onto it. Add to this the squeaking of his pants as the leather rubbed together and the jingle of Xander's spurs and the pair made in fact made a less-than-stealthy trip through the graves. Finally giving up, Riley made his way cautiously over to a large headstone and perched precariously on its slightly rounded top. Leaving one foot firmly planted on the ground, he angled himself so that the other swung casually against the stone as he cast his eyes around the night-shrouded cemetery. The effect would have been dark and menacing if he hadn’t moved stiffly and winced as the too tight leather chaffed his inner thighs. Once settled, he motioned for Xander to sit before him. Xander strutted forwards, the clink of his spurs echoing through the silent night, a cocky air about him; until he sat in front of Riley in his schoolboy-like pose and gazed adoringly up at his sire. “We are creatures of the night—Dark lords—we control the night.” Riley spread his arms wide. “Mere humans fear us; we are the monster under your bed, hiding in your cupboard; we are the things that go bump in the night.” Xander meekly raised a hand in the air. “But sire don’t we need an invite to get into someone’s house? So how can we be under their beds?” In a moment of inspiration he shot forward to clasp onto his Sire’s legs, almost causing him to fall from the headstone. “Have the rules changed?” he asked eagerly. Riley smiled down at his childe indulgently, he was so young. “No, baby, I was speaking metaphy….metapi…metaphor….umm I was using it as an example.” “You’re so smart, Sire,” Xander breathed, batting his eyes at him as he let his hands ghost across Riley’s thighs. “I have so much to teach you.” Riley ruffled the other man’s hair playfully. “The thrill of the hunt, the feeling of fear that runs through your victim, the taste of the blood on your tongue.” Riley made no mention of the fact that other than Xander—who had practically stood there and allowed himself to be bitten—he was yet to successfully attack his first human victim. Xander felt a small thrill run through him; Riley was everything he aspired to be, both as a human and now as an evil vampire. He wanted to please him by being a good student and faithful childe; his eyes lit up when he remembered something that Giles had said about the bond between Sire and Childe. His hands darted towards Riley’s fly as he began to tug at the metal zipper fervently. Riley gave a yelp as he felt Xander's hands fumbling with his zipper. Jumping, he lost his balance and fell backwards off the headstone. Xander gave a cry of distress, his hands flapping bird-like as he scrambled around the side of the grave to where his Sire had fallen. “Sire, Sire are you alright?” Xander noticed a small amount of blood welling on Riley’s cock where the open zipper had nicked it when he fell. “Let me make it all better.” He bent down and placed a soft kiss on the wounded member as he tugged at the tight leather pants, pulling them down to Riley’s knees in one sharp movement. Riley winced as the zip caught again, and then grimaced as the clingy leather peeled away from his chaffed thighs. Riley wriggled as he tried to make himself more comfortable, stopping suddenly when a sharp stick poked up between his buttocks. He pushed Xander backwards, ignoring his cry of disappointment, as he tried to dislodge the offending stick from its invasive position. Rolling onto his stomach Riley lay there, the thin branch and its remaining leaves protruding proudly from its resting place. “Riley!” Xander cried out in dismay at his sire’s discomfort; leaping forward he placed a knee on either side of Riley’s leg as he plucked the four inches of stick from up his sire’s ass. Riley began to scream in torment. “GET UP! GET UP!” He writhed beneath Xander's body in absolute agony. Xander stared in confusion at the stick he still held in his hand. “Sire?” Riley began to buck widely beneath him. “YOUR KNEE! YOUR KNEE!” Xander frowned as he looked down, first at one leg then the other; he gasped in horror when he realised that in his rush to help his sire he had inadvertently knelt on Riley’s cock, squashing it roughly into the ground. Falling back, Xander began to wail his distress, curling into a ball on the ground. Finally managing to get onto his knees, Riley cupped his tortured member protectively before the hiccupping sobs of his childe caught his attention. Still on his knees Riley shuffled over to his weeping childe. “Oh, baby, don’t cry.” “I (hic) was (hic) just (hic) trying (hic) to (hic) to help,” Xander wailed loudly as he clung to Riley’s hips, pushing his face against his bruised cock. Riley patted his head awkwardly. “Shhh, my big bad boy,” he spoke as though Xander were a two year old. “Why don’t we just get more comfortable and then you can finish. Okay?” Xander nodded dumbly as Riley struggled to his feet, shuffling over to the gravestone, his pants still around his knees. Positioning himself awkwardly on the cold marble once again Riley began to issue instructions, “Now I want you to come over here, and put your mouth around me and suck.” Xander gave a squeal of delight as he rushed forward, careful not to knock his sire from his seat. He pressed his mouth against the tip of Riley’s flaccid cock before sucking it in like a piece of cold spaghetti before up at his sire for his approval. Riley moaned as he felt Xander's cold, wet mouth envelope him. “Okay, that’s great, but you need to suck a little harder.” Xander concentrated hard, and with his mouth still full he bobbed his head up and down a few times, with little effect. A thin line of drool poured out of his mouth to run down Riley’s still-mostly-flaccid dick. “No. You have to do this sucking thing as you go. ” Riley sucked in his cheeks as he demonstrated the action. Xander nodded his understanding, forgetting that he still had a mouthful of now semi-hard cock. Riley gave a small yelp of pain but motioned for him to continue. Xander practiced sucking in his cheeks just as he had been shown, but couldn’t quite seem to get a decent suction happening. He remembered that vampires were more powerful when they let their demons out, and in sudden inspiration, he continued to work his mouth backwards and forwards along Riley’s shaft as he willed his demon forward. Xander felt his face shift and the moans of his sire became louder. Spurred on he began to suck and nip at Riley’s mammoth three inches with all his might, until a loud yell stopped him. He looked up to see Riley’s pain-filled face before looking back down at his sire’s cock dancing before his nose. Large cuts marred the length of the shaft, blood welling to the surface and running down its length to his balls. Fascinated by the patterns it made and overcome by the potent smell of sire’s blood, Xander pounced on it again, head bobbing in delight as he sucked and licked it clean. *~*~*~* Buffy rounded a clump of trees and stopped in her tracks, stunned. The sight before her was shocking at first; however, once her brain was able to comprehend exactly what she was seeing, it brought forth huge uncontrollable bubbles of laughter. She fought hard to stop the giggles that erupted. Her eyes first filled, and then overflowed with tears. Buffy was not sure what was funnier, the look on Riley’s face, the sight of Xander’s dark head bobbing up and down inefficiently on Riley’s freely bleeding dick or the ridiculous attempt at ‘tough guy’ clothing the two were sporting which left them looking like rejects from The Village People. Tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks as she bent over at the waist in a desperate attempt to catch her breath. Buffy realised that Spike would never forgive her if he missed out on this sight. She looked at the oblivious pair again, slapping a hand across her mouth as she tried to stop the peals of laughter erupting and alerting the two ‘lovers’ to her presence. Finally tearing her eyes away from the pair, she was just about to make her way to Spike’s crypt to fetch the blonde vampire, when a sickening blow landed hard against the back of her head and the world went black. tbc

Chapter #4 - Chapter 4

“I got the Slayer” Harmony squealed in delight “I GOT THE SLAYER!” straightening Harmony ran her hands over her clothes, adjusting the skirt that was beginning to ride up.  Looking towards the boys she huffed as she noticed that they were oblivious to her conquest.  “What on earth are you two doing?” Frowning Harmony cocked her head from side to side as she tried to work out what her childer were up to “Ohh eww, you two. Do you have to?”  Wrinkling her nose she stalked over to them slapping Xander across the back of the head just as he enveloped Riley’s dick once again.   Riley yelped as Xander's head jerked forward, his teeth coming together sharply against his already abused cock, Xander's nose now nestled in the dark curls surrounding it. The tickle of the curls against his nose caused him to sneeze, spraying Riley with a fine splattering of mucus and causing his head to slam forward into Riley’s nuts. “Ooops, sorry”, he shrugged slightly while looking beseechingly at his moaning sire.   Once he realised that his sire was standing before him, looking both pleased and pissed off, Riley had sprung to his feet. He knocked Xander to the ground as he attempted to reach his sire’s side.  “Harmony!” He squeaked in surprise. “What are you doing here?” he shuffled forwards, pants around his ankles, his bare white, down covered arse shining in the moonlight.   Harmony sniffed “I was bored, so I came looking for you two.”  She turned her back to the pair “While you two were busy I managed to capture the Slayer.” She tossed her ponytail back with one hand as she crossed her arms and began to tap her feet.  “I can’t believe you let her sneak up on you like that.”   Riley stared in disbelief at Buffy’s crumpled form on the ground.  “Where’d she…?” he glanced at Xander, shrugging his shoulders in puzzlement before turning to back his Sire “We knew she was there, my dark mistress, we were luring her close so that we could spring on her when she was least expecting it.”  His grin grew larger as Xander jumped up beside him, nodding his agreement.   Harmony eyed the pair slowly before a wide smile broke across her face “Oh my boys, you’re so clever.  Mommy has a big treat for you when we get home.”  She patted each of them on the head.  “Now my sweet little evil creatures of the night, we need to get The Slayer back to the lair before she wakes up.” Harmony strode off giving orders as she went. “Now my sweet Ri Ri you grab her head.” She frowned for a moment a memory sneaking to the forefront of her mind “On second thought you grab her feet and Xanie wanie you grab her head.”   The boys began to move forward Xander's spurs clinking in the still night, the sounds of Riley’s shuffling a soft background to the sharp noise.   Harmony sighed rolling her eyes towards the night sky “Riley pull your pants up and Xander…” she frowned as her eyes swept across him “Why are your chaps on backwards?”   Xander stared down at his clothes in confusion, twisting to look at his butt, then back at his front before turning to Riley “They’re on back to front?”   Riley shrugged as he tried to pull his damp, sticky leather pants back up his legs, wincing as the zip closed over his battered cock, pressing its cold metal surface into his abused flesh.  He cocked one leg as he tried to adjust himself more comfortably inside the tight leather, eventually giving up and walking slightly bow legged towards Harmony.   Satisfied that her boys weren’t far behind Harmony began striding back towards Buffy’s unconscious body, taking long purposeful steps as she went, head held high proudly.   Two pairs of eyes watched their mentor and Sire appreciatively, widening as they saw her suddenly jerk to a stop, falling forwards, arms outreached, a small squeak erupting from her as she began her decent to the ground.   Harmony managed to halt her fall as her hands hit the ground, she stayed that way for a moment, hands and feet on the ground, her round backside in the air.   Riley and Xander ran to her side “Mommy, Mommy are you ok?” Riley began to sob as he dropped to his knees in front of Harmony.  Bending down, so that he could look up at her face with round, sorrowful eyes.   Xander in the mean time had moved behind her, intending to support his grand-sire as she stood, however he was mesmerised by the sight before him “Harmony did you know you’re not wearing any panties?” He tilted his head to one side, his tongue poking out between his teeth as he stared hungrily at the sight before him. Wonder what she’d do if I just…   Harmony’s eyes widened in shock as she gasped, jerking her head forward to look between her legs, she groaned as her small forehead connected with Riley’s large one, then groaned again when she noticed her lack of underwear.  She began to squirm as she tried to stand, hampered by Xander's hands on her waist, and backside, and Riley’s hands tugging at her shoulders.  Finally she managed to stand, pushing both boys away from her “Of course I know that I’m not wearing any underwear,” she pouted. “It’s eviler not to,” she made to flounce off again but was stopped by her heel, still firmly embedded in the ground.   She waited impatiently as Riley and Xander tugged at her leg, desperately trying to free her.  Eventually it came loose with a jerk, the heel snapping and sending the three sprawling into a heap on the ground.  Harmony growled at the hands that crept under her skirt as she tried to stand again “Enough!  Now get The Slayer and get home.” She began to march away from the pair in righteous indignity, her lopsided gait destroying the effect.   Riley and Xander giggled like school girls as they watched her leave “We are going to be in sooo much trouble when we get home.” Riley singsonged, causing Xander to snort through his nose as he tried to suppress another bout of laughter.  “Come on lets get it over with.”   Standing, they made their way to Buffy, each going to their previously appointed positions and lifting her awkwardly.  Xander paused for a moment “How come you can’t lift her head?” he asked curiously.   “Because I drop things” Riley muttered, looking downcast.  The pair silently began their journey home; Xander's face a mask of concentration as he pondered Riley’s words.   *****   Spike was starting to fret; starting, hell he’d passed starting ages ago and was well on his way to a major melt down. Where was she; she’d said she would come, she’d promised him she would be at his crypt just after sundown. Was she having second thoughts, did she regret their actions of the previous night.  Oh God, he didn’t know what he would do if she did. Last night had been the singularly most amazing night of his existence and he couldn’t face the thought that she might regret it.   Before he could stop himself, Spike was on his way out the door. If she was going into denial over their actions the previous night, she could at least have the gumption to talk to him about it. His agitation grew as he made his way rapidly through the graveyard. What would he say to her, what would he do if he saw regret in her eyes.   As he was hurrying frantically through the gravestones his senses picked up the unmistakeable, heady scent of slayer blood. What the hell? His slayer was hurt somewhere. His agitation level shot through the roof, all thoughts of her rejection rapidly eclipsed by the thought that she was somewhere injured, bleeding!   Forcing himself to calm, Spike pushed his concerns to the back of his mind and allowed his vampire senses to stretch out, seeking the trace of her scent on the air. The overwhelming aroma of his lover was unmistakable; weaving around it he caught also the scent of the whelp and that stupid worthless git Riley. Another scent lingered on the air as well, one he was sure he should know, but just couldn’t quite place.   Making his way to where the scent was strongest he noticed a lump of wood spotted with blood, Buffy’s scent was strongest here.  Moving away he followed the other scents, coming to an area nearby which showed signs of some kind of scuffle, bending he saw what looked to be the heel of a shoe embedded in the ground.  Worry and fear began to course its way more rapidly through his body.  Straightening he concentrated on the mixture of scents once more, determining that they all came together at one point.  Following the scent he made his way to the far corner of the sprawling graveyard, to the oldest most dilapidated crypts and graves.     *****   Coming to, the first thing Buffy noticed was the discomfort across her shoulders; her arms were forced high above her head, wrists lashed together and suspended from a hook. Her back was pressed against a cold hard surface and her head ached from where she had been hit. Strangely her feet were bruised, small cuts stung and one ankle was sore and tender as it begrudgingly took her weight. Why did her feet hurt? And what had happened to her boots? Her right one was missing completely and she could feel her toes poking through into empty air at the toe of the other, how on earth had that happened? Now she was really pissed! She had liked those boots, and they were only new!   Buffy carefully opened her eyes, taking care to stay silent so as not to alert her attackers to her conscious state. She looked around, taking in the gaudily decorated interior of an old mausoleum. Pastel shades dominated much of what she could make out. A large pink and silver, rearing wooden horse, standing about 3 foot tall, rested on the floor. It looked somewhat like a carousel horse, craning her neck Buffy could just make out a long gold protrusion from the top of its head. Above lined up on a shelf were a number of varying horned horse shaped statues, some were crystal, others plastic creations, some were gaudily painted china, yet others appeared to be small, soft, plush toys.   A huge bed covered in pastel pink sheets stood to one side of the room, cushions in all shades of pink pilled high on it.  Numberous soft fluffy white rugs lined the floor and sickeningly pretty tapestries of pastel coloured unicorns adorned the walls. She could hear voices further to the front, but no matter how much she strained against her bonds she could not get a clear view and they were too far away for her to make out who was talking. It sounded like a couple of girls and a guy were arguing over something.   *****   Harmony stomped into the room and threw herself onto the bed, her face the perfect picture of a childish pout, arms crossed over her stomach, bottom lip jutting out.  Buffy watched in amazement as Xander and Riley followed closely behind, clambering onto the pink satin sheets beside Harmony, petting and fawning over her with pleading voices.    “Please Mommy, please forgive me” Riley whined in a high pitched voice, “I promise never to do that again without your permission.  Please!” he begged.   Harmony huffed loudly before turning her back to him, “I’m your Sire, and you’re supposed to think of me FIRST!”   Riley moved across the bed to face her once more, sliding awkwardly on the slick satin sheets and falling hard onto his backside on the cold, hard floor.   “Is that my boot?”  Buffy couldn’t stop the question that burst from her lips.  She stared at the tattered remnants of her boot as it clung to Riley’s left foot, his large hairy toes poking through the leather, the stitching stretched to its maximum.  Harmony and Xander blinked at her uncomprehendingly before diving over to the side of the bed to stare down at Riley’s feet.  The slick satin aided them in their movements, sending them both crashing onto an unsuspecting Riley.   Pushing herself up Harmony huffed in irritation, especially seeing as Xander’s hands once again started to creep up her skirt. Damn she’d forgotten to put her panties back on.  Ignoring The Slayer momentarily she glared down at the pair on the ground, clearing her throat loudly as the two lost interest in her completely and began fondling each other playfully.   Harmony plucked a bright pink sequined pillow from the bed and began to hit the pair “What did I just say?”   Riley looked up apologetically, struggling to his feet and attempting to placate his irritated sire.  “Oh Mommy I’m sorry, please forgive your naughty boy,” he batted his eyes furiously in her direction as he twiddled with the laces on her top, inadvertently pulling the knot loose.   Harmony started to preen under her childe’s grovelling, throwing a glance in Buffy’s direction, sure that she would be seething in anger at her hold over her boyfriend. Harmony suppressed a small shout of triumph when she saw Buffy’s face begin to redden, an indecipherable look on her face.  Turning back to Riley, Harmony began to speak to him, cooing nauseatingly in a childlike voice, “Oh my Ri Ri you are such a naughty boy, Mommy will have to smack your bottom.” Reaching a hand around she paddled him gently on his soft flabby arse “yes she will,” she twittered at him, “but before that can you tell me just one little thing?”   “Anything Mommy,” Riley let his head drop onto her shoulder, looking up at her with cow eyes.   “Why are you wearing The Slayers’s boot?”   “Well” Riley began, his hands tugging more furiously at the loose ties of her top, “The boots I was wearing were just a little bit to big for me,” he bought one hand up, thumb and index finger close together, “and I kept tripping over things and ummm….droppingherfeet.”   “Huh?” Harmony wrinkled her forehead in confusion. “You kept what?”   “Dropping her feet.” Riley announced more loudly, causing Buffy to gasp, her eyes flying down to study her battered feet.   “Ok so you kept dropping her, that doesn’t explain why you’re wearing her boot.”   Riley looked downcast, “Well this one time I kinda fell, and I um rolled down a hill a little bit and I… um, well I um, I lost one of my shoes.”   “So you what, decided to try on mine?” Buffy was aghast at the thought that Riley had not only continuously dropped her, but now seemed to have developed a fetish for wearing her shoes.  Well she would have been aghast if she could just manage to suppress the laughter that had been welling up inside her since the trio had arrived in the room. “You know if you have a thing for women’s clothing I have a hot pink satin mini that I don’t wear anymore, although you don’t really have the knees to pull off a short skirt. I’d go with longer if I were you, and maybe a nice cashmere top to go with.”   Riley growled in anger, well squeaked in anger, as he lunged towards her, forgetting that his hands were currently entwined in the laces of Harmony’s top.  The forceful motion caused the laces to break, the bustier bursting away from her body, allowing her boobs to pop free from their leather encasement.    Riley looked at the rent scraps dangling from his hands before throwing himself back at Harmony and wrapping his arms around her waist, nestling his head against her bare breasts.  “Mommy I’m sorry,” he began to sob, AGAIN, sniffling and wiping his running nose against her skin.   Xander grumbled loudly, during this whole display he had lain on the floor, contentedly staring up Harmony’s skirt oblivious to the action occurring around him.  Sighing as Riley’s large body obstructed his view, Xander rolled to the side, rising to his feet and making his way over to Buffy.   Buffy was now close to hysterics, fat tears rolled down her face as she watched the byplay between the three.  Her arms ached from the effort to support her body, her legs buckling uselessly beneath her as she desperately tried to control her amusement.  Twisting frantically she tried to press her legs together, her uncontrollable laughter causing an urgent need for the bathroom.   Xander attempted to affect his sexy walk as he moved towards Buffy, succeeding only in closely resembling a constipated duck as he did.  Reaching her side he began tracing one finger along the bare flesh of her arm “So Buff” he moved his body closer, drool gathering at the corner of his mouth “You always did like a little monster in your man.”  Xander did his best to mimic Spikes tongue curl*, impaling the tender flesh on a fang as he did.  “So what about you and I?”  Xander was about place his hand over one of her breasts when he was disturbed by someone clearing their throat.   Riley stared at him in horror “Xanderrrrr” he whined as he realised that his childe was staring at Buffy with the same lecherous look that he had previously bestowed upon him and Harmony.    Xander ignored Riley’s plaintive voice, concentrating on getting his body as physically close to Buffy’s as possible, rubbing himself against her backside as he writhed in pleasure.   Buffy felt a small twinge of sadness for what her friend had become, that was before he began humping at her backside like epileptic Jack Russell.  Letting her voice drop to a husky note Buffy felt a small smile tug at her lips “You know you’re wrong about one thing Xander, I don’t need a little monster in my man.  I need A LOT, and I did have a hell of a lot of monster in me last night.”  Grinning more widely “And when he finds out what you’ve done, he’s going to kill you.” she twisted slightly to look into his eyes “And he can now, cause well…you’re not human anymore now are you?”   Xander’s eyes widened in shock as he realised that he was no longer protected from Spike’s violent streak, Buffy continued before he could think of a response “and what the hell are you poking me with?  It feels like a pencil stub or something.”   Xander growled in anger, stalking round to face Buffy preparing to show her just how much of a monster he really was, he even managed to cover his small stumble as he once again tripped on one of Harmony’s numerous furry rugs.   Buffy sniggered enjoying the circus playing out in front of her.   Xander was contemplating how he was going to grab Buffy and have his ‘wicked way with her’ when a meaty hand connected with the back of his head.    “Xanderrrrr” Riley whined again, pouting and stomping his foot, causing the seams on Buffy’s tattered boot to finally split and Buffy to succumb to another bout of debilitating laughter.   Neither noticed the condition of the boot or Buffy’s laughter as they stared into each others eyes, slowly leaning in towards each other.   “OH MY GOD YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN!!” Harmony screeched, both boys jumping in fright and covering their ears at the piercing noise, wincing as she began to cry; a deep resonating bray echoing around the crypt as Harmony snorted loudly, tears pouring down her rapidly reddening face.   She threw herself onto the bed; sniffling dramatically she began to contort her face as a feather from a small fluffy pillow nestled itself in her nostril.  Unable to hold her sneeze in, Harmony convulsed as snot flew through the air landing in large globs on the faces of the two vampires.   Riley and Xander stood frozen as the gooey mess slowly slide down their faces, Xander watched intently as one landed on Riley’s hairy toes with a loud plop.   Pulling his shirt over his head Riley used it to clean the remaining mess from his face before handing it to Xander; discretely he dragged his toes across the rug as he moved to the bed.    Harmony sat up eyeing both vampires speculatively “So how do you two plan to make it up to me?”   Both looked nonplussed “Huh?” a glazed expression on their faces as she settled herself against the pillows more comfortably causing her breasts to jiggle slightly    “Well now The Slayer has been captured it’s my turn to be the centre of attention.”   Xander suddenly sprang forward, diving onto the bed and shoving his head between her thighs, loud slurping noises echoing around the room.   Harmony began to writhe, “That’s it my naughty boy, play with Mommy.”  Reaching down she grabbed fistfuls of hair as she yanked him closer “ohhhh ahhhh that’s it.”  Harmony looked towards Riley “Come on you can play too.”   Squealing with delight Riley threw himself at the bed and began to play with…Xander's arse.  Harmony cleared her throat loudly; Riley gave her an apologetic look before latching onto one of her breasts and beginning to suck enthusiastically.   Buffy gaped at the threesome on the bed in disbelief, the slurps and smacking sounds seemingly amplified by the stone walls.  Puzzled she twisted her head from side to side trying to get a better view ‘that can’t be comfortable’ she thought as she watched the odd positions the trio were attempting, “You do know that would work much better if you were naked.”   Stillness settled over the crypt as the three on the bed stopped.  Riley and Xander looked at each other before springing up and tearing at their clothes as Harmony wiggled out of her skirt thrashing around on the bed like a worm on a hook.    Riley began to hop around the room as he tugged at his remaining boot, his jeans pooled around one ankle as he tore at the laces.  Tripping he fell backwards towards the large wooden horse, knocking it over as he narrowly missed its protruding horn.  Glancing towards Harmony he quickly righted the unicorn before his sire could see what had happened.   Xander in the mean time was bouncing around the bed as he tried to work out how to remove his chaps, realising after a few minutes that he would need to take off his boots, spurs and all.   Eventually the trio managed to get completely naked and settled on the bed.  They lay there looking at each other, trying to work out how exactly this was going to work.  Awkwardly they began to merge into a mass of arms and legs, a cacophony of slurps and grunts soon emerging from them.  Harmony’s voice suddenly rang out shrilly “STOP!!”   All movement on the bed stopped as they waited for Harmony to continue.   “Alright two things.” Harmony wiggled up the bed slightly “First, Xander you are so not putting that there ‘cause ewwww and secondly…” she leant over towards the tarnished gold nightstand and grabbing something small square packages. “If it’s not on it’s not on,” Harmony waved her perfectly manicured index finger back and forth in front of them.   The two boys looked at each other, then again at the blonde on the bed. She wasn’t serious, was she?   “But Mommy,” Riley whined.   “You heard me! Do I need to repeat myself, you are going to make Mommy very angry.” Harmony pouted.   Rushing to do her bidding Xander snatched the small package out of her hand, shifting smoothly into gameface to tear into it with his fang. Ripping the now neatly severed packet open, Tipping the condom into his hand, his face fell as he realised he had accidentally put his fang through not only the packet but the condom as well. Holding it up to show his grandsire, he shrugged apologetically, “oops.”   Harmony huffed in disgust and handed him another packet, "Ughhh will you be more careful, these things cost money you know."   Buffy snickered "You’re an immortal evil vampire who BUYS condoms?"   Harmony blinked nonplus "well yeah…So?"   "Ummm Mommy?" Riley interrupted holding an unrolled condom in the air before her nose, "how does it go on?"   “God, you really are an idiot aren’t you?” Buffy countered, attempting to stifle the giggles that are threatening once again to overtake her.   Harmony fixed Buffy with her best look of disdain before turning her attention back to the situation at hand "You put it on your thing." She said waving towards their limp dicks.   "Yeah I know that" Xander rolled his eyes "but how?  Anya used to do it for me."   Riley nodded "Buffy always did mine." he shrugged helplessly     "Well don't look at me." Harmony complained wide eyed, before the three turned to stare at Buffy.   Buffy stared at them aghast "What? Oh honestly" she huffed "Ok first of all you have to be HARD for it to go on, not..." Buffy gestured at the two vampires pathetically dangling dicks and erupted into a fresh wave of giggles.  "Then you have to…..you have to," tears began to stream down her face again.   The three vampires glared at the helplessly giggling slayer, indignantly turning as one and ignoring her continued snorts of derision and loud cackling.   After a few minutes of frantic pumping, Riley proudly sported an erection, of sorts, beaming as he pointed it out to his sire.   ‘Ok… now... can’t be that hard to do, I mean, if Buffy can do it how difficult could it possibly be? ’   Sitting on the edge of the bed, knees spread Riley concentrated hard, fitting the opening of the nicely unrolled condom over the head of his throbbing three inch hard on, chewing tentatively on his lower lip as he focused intently on the task at hand. Sliding the index fingers of each hand between the rib of the condom and his dick he see-sawed slowly trying to work the thin latex down his length. After several minutes with no success he turned a look of helpless appeal upon his childe, “Xan, you wanna lend a hand here?”   Xander knelt in front of his sire, tilting his head to the side he examined the problem from all angles, “Maybe if we…” He removed the now dangling condom with a snap, oblivious to Riley’s wince of pain as he fixed his mind on the puzzle before him. Placing his thumbs inside the condom he started to gather it up, ‘it works for socks, and this looks like a sock ’, once it was neatly gathered he placed it over his sires dick, wiggling his thumbs as he attempted to work the stubborn latex over the rapidly softening member.   From her position against the wall, Buffy had a clear view of the three incompetents; Harmony had by this stage adorned herself artistically across the bed and was happily preening, too self absorbed to take full note of the display before her. Riley was sitting on the end of the bed and Xander knelt between his legs. Buffy found herself compelled to watch, the level of stupidity in itself was so fascinating that to look away was difficult, however the tears of mirth that continued to pour unchecked down her cheeks did tend to distort the view somewhat, and for that she was infinitely grateful.   She began to think that she was fated to watch helplessly until either of two things happened.  The vampires became disheartened and returned their attentions once more to her, or and more likely, she would expire from lack of oxygen caused by way too much laughing. ‘Was it possible to laugh yourself to death?’ Just as these thoughts ran through her mind she felt a familiar tingle ran along her spine, ‘vampire , and close!’ noting the three on the bed she changed her mind ‘ok non-idiot vampire’ She caught her breath as her eyes moved from the episode of dumb, dumber and dumbest on the bed, and towards the entrance, waiting, all her senses on alert.   tbc

Chapter #5 - Chapter 5

He approached the mausoleum silently, his finely tuned senses alert for danger. Spike could feel the Slayer within, along with the presence of three vampires—all young, two little more than mere fledglings. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of his beloved along with that of the whelp, Captain-bloody-Cardboard, and the other; he was still certain that it was familiar, that he knew from somewhere but just couldn’t quite place. So it looked like he had more than just Buffy to rescue. He wondered briefly if he could get away with NOT rescuing the sodding soldier-boy, but quickly decided that Buffy would not be too happy with him if he made that particular executive decision.   He neared the entrance to the mausoleum; through the gap in the door, he could just make out Buffy chained to the back wall, her arms stretched painfully above her head, tear-tracks marking her face.  The rich scent of her blood hung in the air. He narrowed his eyes, trailing a clinical gaze down the Slayer’s body, searching for whatever wound was the source of the powerful blood hanging tantalisingly on the night air. As his eyes drifted down, he could clearly see her badly battered and torn feet; he realised with intense relief that her injuries, although painful, were not fatal. He fought down a furious growl that someone had dared to harm her in any way and silently vowed pain and death for whoever was responsible. Spike ghosted further forward, edging around the partially open door in order to see more of the interior.   He stopped in his tracks, shocked by the sight of the three occupants of the large, garishly decked-out bed. Harmony! He knew he had recognised that scent from somewhere. The whelp and Riley were in the process of fawning all over her whilst she primped and preened and glared at Buffy, who Spike now realised was crying from laughter—not from pain as he had initially thought.   Harmony was revelling in all the attention she was getting, aside from having to direct her two admirers’ hands back towards her body every now and then.  “Oh! I have an idea!” Manoeuvring Riley behind her, Harmony began wiggling as she tried to place his cock in just the right position; tugging Xander forward, she began to manhandle him with her other hand. “Two at once, double the fun!” she giggled.  Unfortunately, every time she managed to get them into position, Riley’s small cock would slip back out.  Getting frustrated, she twisted around, her bare ass waving in the air. “Just stay still, Ri Ri; let mommy do all the work.” Her eyes widened suddenly, and she whirled back around, shoving Xander backwards. “How many times have I told you?  It does NOT go there!”  Spike stared, mesmerised by their antics, until a sharp snort of laughter escaped; despite his years of experience as a silent and deadly hunter, some things you just cannot fight!  All eyes were drawn to the entrance and the blonde head of the master vampire currently torn between rage and hilarity.   “Blondie bear!” Harmony squeaked as she threw herself off the bed and over to him. Wrapping her arms around him, she peppered his face with wet noisy kisses. “I did it! Do you see, Spikey? I caught the Slayer. And you didn’t think I could.” She giggled excitedly, jumping up and down as she clapped her hands, oblivious to Spike’s growing frustration with her behaviour.   “Harmony!” Spike growled. The resounding fury in his voice caused the two fledges on the bed to cringe in on themselves, huddling close together and whimpering in fear as every vampiric sense they owned screamed in unassuageable terror at the sight of the clearly pissed-off master vampire before them.   Harmony, however, remained oblivious to the palpable waves of anger rolling off of him, continuing on as if he hadn’t spoken. She reached up to ruffle his hair before launching herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding herself into his crotch as she sing-songed, “Oh, we are going to have so much fun, my little platinum angel. First, we’ll kill the Slayer, and then …”  “Harmony! Will you SHUT UP!” Spike’s eyes flared deep amber as he none-too-gently removed the now-pouting blonde leech’s arms from around his neck and her legs from around his waist. An involuntary shudder of disgust ran through him as he scented her arousal. Whatever had he been thinking? he wondered to himself.   An almost demonic snarl sounded from the rear of the room, and he looked up to see Buffy glaring murderously at the unbelievably oblivious blonde he was now holding away from him at arm’s length. “Listen up, you stupid bint. I am NOT your Blondie Bear, or any other bleedin’ stupid name you want to come up with for me. I am not your ANYTHING, Harmony. Do you understand me? Now get off of me, and get the hell out of my way if you know what’s good for you. I’ll be taking the Slayer, and if you and your pair of toadies wanna stay dust-free I suggest you get the fuck out of my town. Cause if I see any one of you again, I’ll rip your bloody heads off!”  A low growl sounded from the bed as Riley reacted instinctively to protest both the threats being aimed at his beloved Sire and Spike’s noticeably rough manhandling of her. However, a flash of fang from the older vampire quickly had him cowering back in fear and cuddling his childe close to him for comfort; his own or Xander’s he wasn’t sure.   Spike made to shove past the simpering princess, only to have her grab at him once more. “But, Spikey, that’s so not fair. I caught her, and we went to all the trouble of bringing her back here; the least you can do is share.” She stomped her foot imperiously, hands firmly planted on her hips and her lip stuck out in an even greater pout than before. He stared incredulously at her. Could she really be that stupid? One eyebrow quirked as he spoke very slowly and precisely, thinking that maybe even she would understand if he spelt it out carefully for her. “Harm, there will be no sharing of the Slayer. There will be no having of the Slayer in any way.” A slow grin stole across his face at the thought of having the Slayer. “Well, not in THAT way, anyhow, and certainly not by any of you lot. Now get out of my way. Me an’ my girl will be going now, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your slutty, oversized arse back over there to your pathetic excuse for childer.  Stay the fuck out of my way and I will let you live. For now.”  Ignoring Harmony’s offended gasp, he moved once more towards the rear of the crypt, eager to get to Buffy; he was beset by an irrational need to assure himself that she was indeed alright. Despite the fact that all evidence clearly showed that she was, Spike would not be happy until he had held her in his arms and ascertained that fact for himself.  “How dare you!” Harmony’s voice rose in indignation as she reached out and grabbed a handful of duster before continuing. “And if you think I am going to let you come in here and take what is ours… well, mister, you have another thing coming! I caught the Slayer, not you. You couldn’t do it! You with your high and mighty talk about how you’ve killed two slayers, and how you’re the Big Bad. You are nothing but a has-been, and you can’t stand the thought that I managed something that you have been trying to do for years and failed at over and over again. So you’re right; there will be no sharing of the Slayer, because YOU,” she poked him hard in the chest with one perfectly manicured finger, “are leaving. Pokey-bear, my little Xanie-wanie, come and help mommy throw this sorry excuse for a vampire out.” She jutted her chin in defiance, daring him to argue with her.  Spike blinked incredulously before reaching out and grasping her firmly by the head and twisting quickly. The distinct sound of her neck snapping was followed immediately by a shower of dust; as she dissolved into nothingness, Spike stepped forward, brushing the last of her clinging remains from his hands and clothes.  Spike winced as an unearthly wail rose from the bed. “Bloody hell!” He roared, finally turning his attention back to the pair sitting, huddled together, on the pink satin sheets.  Riley was squirming frantically on the bed as he keened loudly over the loss of his sire.  Ignoring Xander’s attempts to keep him back, Riley flung himself towards Spike, before dropping to his knees, hands clutching at the dust that now lay before him.  Sobbing, he curled up at Spike’s feet, oblivious to those around him, his pale ass pressing against the tip of Spike’s boot.  Grimacing, Spike stepped back, staring at the quivering mess before him before snorting in disgust and stepping over him, once again headed towards Buffy.  He threw Xander a quick glance, ensuring that the fledgling had wisely decided to remain as unobtrusive as possible.  “Well, lookie lookie,” Spike smirked as he ran a fingertip lightly across Buffy’s bare arm. “Care to explain how you happened to end up like this?”  Buffy frowned at him, rattling the chains above her head. “Let me down first and I’ll give you a blow by blow account.”  Spike circled behind her, trailing his hands downwards until he reached the hem of her skirt, then slowly sliding them up her inner thighs.  “Blow by blow, huh?” He teased a finger across her clit. “Don’t think you’re in the right position for that, love.” Slowly, he inched one digit beneath the fabric of her thong. “But I’m sure I can come up with something.”  Buffy gave a low moan, forgetting momentarily that there were ‘others’ present—as had Spike, apparently.  They both started when a low growl sounded around the room.   Riley rushed towards them, a small broadsword arced back, ready for its downward swing.    “Hey, that’s mine!” Buffy yelled indignantly as Spike attempted to twist her as far away from the lethal blade as possible, shielding her body with his own.   Everything seemed to switch to slow motion as they watched Riley charge forward, stumbling as his big toe caught the edge of the fluffy white rug.  Yelping, he instinctively dropped the sword as he flung his hands out to stop his fall, the weighty hilt landing heavily on his other foot.  Riley then began to hop from one foot to the other as he whirled in circles, cradling each foot in turn.  Each step was slowly propelling him across the room in front of the dumbfounded pair; he made steady, if hilariously awkward, progress until he reached a small satin cushion that lay discarded on the ground.  As his foot touched its slick surface, Riley once again lost his balance; arms flailing, he began to fall backwards towards the large wooden unicorn that sat to one side.  Riley’s eyes widened in surprise as the sharp wooden horn pierced the soft flesh of his back, before sliding through his body and out his chest.  “I’m coming, Mommy,” Riley yelled as he screwed his eyes shut and waited to join his sire.  The others held their breaths as seconds ticked by and Riley remained undusted.  “Huh?” Riley attempted to sit forward, the horn making a soft sucking noise as it slowly began its journey in reverse. “Looks like it missed.” Carefully, he moved his feet so that they rested firmly on the ground. “Xan, come give me a hand, will you?”  Xander threw a furtive glance towards Buffy and Spike, the pair still staring at Riley in stunned silence.  Reaching for Riley’s hand, he grasped it tightly and began to ease him the rest of the way off the lethal unicorn.  Xander almost had his sire free when a small gust of wind managed to waft into the dank crypt, stirring up Harmony’s ashes and sending them in the pair’s direction.  Xander could feel the tingling in his nose that signalled the beginnings of a sneeze; scrunching up his nose tightly, he tried to wiggle it from side to side in an attempt to stave it off as his eyes began to water from the strain.  In an almost violent outburst, the sneeze erupted from him, and Xander let go of his Sire as his body bent over from the force.  Riley yelped as he once again landed on the unicorn, its horn this time finding its target.  Xander continued to sneeze and cough, unaware that his Sire’s dust now filled the air as well.  “Well, that was disappointing.” Spike let his shoulders slump. “I could have at least gotten one punch,” he grumbled as he turned to look at Buffy.  Pain lanced through him as he saw her trembling shoulders and the silent tears that streamed down her face.  Buffy caught sight of the sorrow that now filled his expressive face, taking a deep breath, she tried to speak up and reassure Spike that everything was fine.  All he heard, however, was the bout of giggles that erupted from her as soon as she opened her mouth.  “Oh. My. God. Riley was the dumbest vampire I have ever met.”  She giggled again. “Although he did manage to do something that you never could,” she taunted, giving Spike a playful smile.  “And what would that be, love?” Spike pressed himself up close to her, relieved now that he knew that her tears were from laughter and not from grief. “Well, you never managed to stake yourself.” Buffy snorted loudly as another bout of giggles burst from her lips. Spike smirked and sidled closer to her, the pair so caught up in each other and Riley’s demise that neither noticed the dark-haired fledgling edging his way towards the exit.  *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  Xander stood at the entrance of the crypt, a bundle of clothes clutched in his hands.  Casting a quick look around, he shuffled around the side of the building, flinching slightly as he leaned his soft backside against the coarse stone.  Slowly he began to sort through the bundle in his hands.  Somehow, he had managed to salvage his chaps, one of Riley’s battered boots as well as one of his own—spur still attached, and Harmony’s top.    Shrugging, Xander began to dress himself carefully, his pale white arse shining in the moonlight as he tugged on the mismatched boots.  Unable to bring his game face to the fore, Xander peered through the gloom at stare at the chaps he held high, puzzling over just what was the right way to wear them.  A small noise sounded in the darkened cemetery; Xander, however, was too engrossed in his task to notice.  It wasn’t until a cool hand slid its way across his naked buttocks that he realised he was no longer alone.    “Well, ain’t you just a cute little thang,” came a slow Texas drawl, the hand continuing to trace a path across his pale body.  “I could just eat you all up.”    Xander squealed loudly, jumping away from the source of the voice; dropping the clothing he held, he darted his hand down to cover his privates.  He gulped audibly as he took in the vampire… vampiress?... that had accosted him.  The creature stood before him, towering above him by a good foot.  Xander’s eyes widened in fright as he let his gaze sweep upwards.  Thick legs were encased in skin-tight black lycra, leading upwards to a thicker stomach.  A small pouch of skin hung lightly over the waistband; a tight, fluorescent green bustier thrust her ample breasts skywards to spill over the top.  Bright orange hair framed a chubby face, and Xander shuddered as a thick tongue thrust outwards to lick across her lips slowly.  “And who would you be, darlin’?” she asked, eying him hungrily. “And why would such a tender little piece of sweet meat be out here all by his lonesome?”  She dragged a hand slowly across her breasts.  Xander opened his mouth to do… something, but the only noise that emerged was a tiny squeak.   “Oh huuney-pie… cat got your tongue?”  Xander began to stutter as he tried to back-pedal, tripping over a low headstone and ending up on his back.  Xander yelped as the vampiress moved to stand above him, searching desperately with one hand for the clothing he had dropped before.  “Here.  Why don’t you let Lulabelle get that for ya.” She reached down and snatched up his missing chaps, glancing at them momentarily before tossing them out of reach. “But then again, I don’t think you’ll be needin’ those.”  Lulabelle grasped Xander firmly under the arms, hoisting him up and over her shoulder, patting his naked backside firmly.  “You just sit tight, and ole Lulabelle will take good care of you.”  She turned to stride through the night with her new prize, Xander sobbing softly as she told him just how she was going to take care of him.  *****  A slow smile spread across Spike’s face, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Now what are we going to do with you, kitten?” He sauntered leisurely towards Buffy, reaching out and allowing his fingers to trail slowly, teasingly down her arm from her chained hands, ghosting past her armpit to brush feather-light caresses across her breast.  “Just get me out of these chains, Spike,” Buffy demanded, even as she arched towards him in an attempt to increase the contact with his oh-so-clever fingers.   Spike leaned close, nipping softly at her neck and breathing deeply, assuring himself once again that she was unhurt before continuing. “Patience, pet. All in good time. Right now, I’m thinkin’ that I like you just the way you are.”  The deep husky voice against her throat tingled through her body; a rush of wetness dampened her panties as a soft, longing moan escaped her lips, betraying her to the smirking vampire. “Like the thought of that, do you, kitten?” He nipped once more at the tender flesh of her neck before suckling gently on the abused skin. His hands ran lightly across her body, one thumb teasing her aching nipple, the other hand skimming up one golden thigh to brush tantalisingly across her clit before repeating the journey back down to her knee.  Buffy whimpered, the need to touch him suddenly overwhelming; she pulled frantically against her chains, her hands desperate to feel him beneath them.  “Shh, pet,” Spike stepped closer and gathered her against his body, stilling her actions and soothing her with soft kisses. “’m sorry, Buffy. Hush, love, ‘s’alright. I’ll get you down, kitten.”  Before he could move to undo the chains that held her suspended from the ceiling, Buffy had pressed against him, lifting herself and snaking her legs around his waist, grinding her aching sex against his hard, denim-covered length; her lips found the soft, sensitive skin of his neck. A hungry growl escaped him as her blunt little teeth nipped and worried at his neck, and all thought of unchaining her left his mind completely. Sliding his hand beneath her skirt, he tore the flimsy little knickers from her body. He pressed her back hard against the rough, cold brick of the mausoleum, her arms stretched almost painfully taut above her head as the chains reached their limit. Lifting the slayer slightly and reaching between them, he quickly popped the buttons of his fly, allowing his eager cock to spring free from its prison. He lowered Buffy once again, his gaze capturing and holding hers as he filled her, a quiet gasp of pleasure escaping each of them as their bodies joined.   He moved slowly, deeply, his hips setting a languid rhythm even as his mouth claimed hers in a slow, sweet tango, lips and tongues coming together in an age-old dance.  Buffy moaned softly as his hands traced lovingly across her body, and yet her own were denied the pleasure of reciprocation. She kissed and nipped gently at his lips, his neck, and his face, anywhere she could reach in her desperate need to touch him.  Spike allowed his hands to wander, reacquainting himself with her body, eager hands tracing every inch; touching, teasing, stroking, he steadily built the flame within each of them until their bodies quivered with the need for release.  Buffy’s head dropped to one side, silently granting him access. Without thought he allowed his fangs to drop, sliding them gently into the soft, golden skin of his lover’s throat and drawing deeply on her powerful slayer’s blood as the thrust of his hips quickened, driving deeper and harder into her until he felt the first telltale signs of her impending orgasm. Withdrawing his fangs, he licked tenderly at the tiny wounds, closing and healing them as he murmured a litany of praises against her throat between soft, nibbling kisses.  Her strong internal walls clenched and unclenched around him as she moaned longingly against his ear, her legs clutching him desperately to her; with one last thrust, he followed her into bliss, her name slipping reverently from his lips.  *****  They made their way slowly through the night towards the slayer’s home, each caught in their own thoughts.   For her part, Buffy was dreading the impending discussions, heartbroken at the thought of having to tell Willow that her oldest friend and long-time crush was dead… or undead, as the case may be. She wasn’t sure which of those two options Willow would prefer, although she vowed not to let slip his behaviour as a vampire; let Willow at least have the comfort of remembering him the way he had been.   Spike was worrying frantically over Joyce’s reaction to their new ‘couple’ status. He knew that Joyce liked him, and he had all the time in the world for the slayer’s mum, but he wasn’t so sure that her goodwill would continue once she knew the new nature of his relationship with her daughter. In short, Spike was terrified that the reality of her family and friends’ disapproval of their relationship would be too much for Buffy; he was desperately afraid that he would lose her, the thought of which cut him to the core.   His steps slowed noticeably as they left the cemetery, dragging so much that Buffy was pulled from her own musings. “Spike? What’s wrong?” She turned to face him, taking in the worry in his oh-so-expressive blue eyes.  “’s nothing, love. Just me bein’ silly is all.” He tried to shrug off her concern, painting what he hoped was a confident smile on his face.  Buffy watched as his face shaped itself into a positive façade; no matter how hard he tried to fool her, however, his attempts did nothing to relieve the apprehension in his eyes. “Spike?” She stepped toward him, cupping his face gently with one hand and stroking his arm in rhythmic soothing motions with the other. “Please, tell me what’s wrong.” The deep concern in her voice and the tenderness in her eyes were his undoing.  “’m just worried ‘bout what’s gonna happen to us, love. You know, when your friends, an’ your Watcher, an’ maybe even your mum let it be known how much they don’t approve.” He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, fighting the urge to grieve for something not yet lost.  Buffy’s face softened as a gentle smile curved the corners of her lips; she brushed her thumb up and down the strong, beautiful cheekbone before stepping closer to claim his lips in a soft, almost chaste kiss. “They’ll just have to deal. ‘Cause this,” she pointed to each of them in turn, “us, I think can be really good. And I don’t plan on letting anyone or anything ruin our chance of finding out.”  Spike folded her in his arms, holding her close as he kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of his love into the kiss. “Right then, love,” he grinned as they finally broke the kiss, “how ‘bout we go break the good news to your Watcher?” Raising one hand, he indicated the light shining from the watcher’s window just a few doors up the street.  Buffy couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at the vampire’s enthusiasm, even as she held tightly to his arms in an attempt to steady herself after the rather dizzying effects of the mind-numbing kiss.  As they watched, the light flicked out, leaving the flat in darkness.  “Nah, we’ll let him get one last night’s peaceful sleep,” Buffy laughed; linking her arm through Spike’s, she headed off once more towards home, this time with a much less reluctant vampire in tow.  *****  Giles placed a glass of water on the bedside table and climbed into bed; removing his glasses and placing them neatly beside the drink, he pulled the covers up and flicked off the bedside lamp.  With a deep sigh, he relaxed back against the pillows; it was good to be home.  There really was nothing like one’s own bed. Even though he enjoyed his forays into LA, he was always infinitely glad to return home again. His eyes immediately drifted closed as he allowed himself to give in to the gentle pull of sleep.  The world tilted suddenly, and he woke to find himself hurtling towards the ground, frantically conjuring memories of what he should do in the event of an earthquake. He hit the ground hard, pain lancing up his arm from his shoulder, his glasses and the water joining him on the floor. He lay for a moment, regaining his equilibrium, wiping the water from his hair and eyes and catching his breath as he took mental note of his injuries; his shoulder ached, and was badly bruised, but he was fairly certain there was no more serious harm done than that. It was moments before he realised that the room was not shaking; in fact, nothing was disturbed beyond that which had joined him in his fall.  Carefully regaining his feet, he inspected the cause of his sudden tumble. The leg of the bed was snapped clean through. He rescued his glasses from the mess on the floor and bent to examine the bed.  Removing the glasses once more, he shook his head. “Bloody shoddy American craftsmanship.  You certainly wouldn’t hear of an English-built bed falling apart in such a manner. I’ve a good mind to complain; damned cheek selling a man an inferior quality bed,” he muttered quietly to himself as he set about gathering up his blankets and pillows before making his way down the stairs to spend the night on the couch.  *****  As they passed Giles’ flat, Spike broke into a grin, snorting softly in amusement before turning wide, innocent eyes on the bemused slayer in answer to her unspoken query. “Just something I heard, love. Nothing to worry ‘bout. C’mon, kitten, let’s get home to your mum.”  With a shrug, Buffy followed her vampire into the night.   the end