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Kantayra
Author's Notes: OK, the inspiration for this story came from a challenge I read a long time ago somewhere on the Internet. I have long since forgotten where, or I would gladly credit whoever gave it. Anyway, I don't exactly remember the details of the challenge, but the one thing that stuck in my mind was: 2nd season Spike meets 6th season Spike and they both get it on with Buffy at the same time. Can you see why this stuck in my dirty little mind? Ah, the wonderful possibilities... Two Spikes at once... *Drool* Huh? What? OK, I'm better now. So, whoever issued this challenge, thanks much and you rock! And for you kiddies that haven't figured it out yet, this is major NC-17. So scram unless you're ready for two naked Spikes... (Yes, I do know that will just cause everyone to continue reading. ~_^)
Summary: When the nerdy trio delves into time travel, Buffy is faced with two Spikes at once. Will she be able to resist? (No, duh! ~_^) Gratuitous B/S/S smut, S6
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss? Well...I suppose you can't see me, but just to reassure you: no, I don't. So, what conclusion can you draw? Why, that someone's cast a spell on me so that I no longer own the Buffy characters. We must find a counter spell immediately and restore the universe to its proper order! Translation from Deranged-FF-Writer to English: I own nothing and amn't getting paid a cent.
“Oh, what was that?” Buffy asked, pointing to a bush behind Spike.
The bush in question stubbornly refused to do anything suspicious. Buffy’s eyes narrowed. That was a sure sign that this was an evil bush; a good bush would have helped her out in this situation by starting to rustle and giving her a distraction.
Spike rolled his eyes and caught her by the shoulders. “You can’t stall forever, pet,” he informed her. “Sooner or later you’re going to have to answer my question.”
“But…it’s an evil bush!” Buffy insisted.
“Slayer…”
Uh-oh, he had that annoyed tone he used to get right before he would try to rip her throat out.
Buffy sighed in resignation. “Couldn’t you just shatter the crystal and find out for yourself?” she pleaded.
Spike pulled the black stone from his duster pocket and rolled it about in the palm of his hand. “Haven’t decided what to do ‘bout this yet, luv,” he finally shrugged, returning the object to his pocket. “’s a big decision; don’t want to make it hastily…”
“He was pretty adamant about having his memories restored,” Buffy pressed.
“Ah, so you’re finally willin’ to acknowledge that the infamous ‘training room conversation’ occurred?” Spike’s eyes met hers intently, attempting to peer into her soul.
Buffy took a deep breath to organize her thoughts. “I just told him about everything that was riding on his decision,” she finally began. “How this world would never come about if he didn’t do it.”
“An’ he really agreed to it?” Spike looked at her skeptically.
“Not at first,” she admitted, “but there were things he wanted to save: Drusilla, the world even, and…what you and I have now.” She said this last part softly.
“That all?” he demanded. “You didn’t…?”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “We kissed twice,” she informed him matter-of-factly. “There was no hanky-panky in the training room.”
“You didn’t ‘ave to bribe him at all then?” he pressed.
She sighed. “Maybe just a little,” she conceded.
His expression darkened.
“I-I just told him that he could be happy in this world…and I’d do my best to make it happen,” she practically whispered, stepping up to him and resting her hands lightly on his hips.
She saw his pupils dilate with arousal and smiled slyly, leaning in for a quick, chaste kiss.
“He did the right thing for the right reasons,” she whispered against his lips. “You did the right thing…”
“’m still evil,” he grumbled under his breath.
Buffy couldn’t help herself; she threw her head back and laughed.
“’s not funny,” Spike pouted, crossing his arms in front of himself defiantly.
“Sorry.” Buffy wiped the tears of mirth away from her eyes and pulled at his arms. They gave way and came to rest on her waist.
“I am evil, you know,” Spike insisted.
“Sure,” she nodded, biting her lip to keep from bursting out into laughter again.
“C’mon, Slayer,” he pleaded, “let me have this one little delusion…”
“You’re evil,” she agreed teasingly. “You’re the evilest, baby. And while you’re off in the land of denial, can you say ‘hi’ to Xander for me?”
“Humph.” His lips turned down into a sulk, but his eyes were dancing with mirth.
“However,” Buffy fought the temptation to suck on that delicious lower lip of his and tried to steer the conversation back on track, “if you were to get much eviler anytime soon, we might have a bit of a problem… Let’s talk chip.”
Spike threw his head back in exasperation. “This is revenge for my makin’ you tell me ‘bout the trainin’ room, innit luv?” he accused.
“Turnabout’s fair play, Spikey,” she agreed brightly.
“What do you want?” he sighed, resting his forehead against hers.
“Scenario,” Buffy whispered, “you wake up tomorrow evening and the chip doesn’t work: what do you do?”
He shut his eyes and was silent for a while.
“Spike, I’m serious!” she persisted when it didn’t seem like he was going to respond.
“An’ ‘m tryin’ to come up with a serious answer,” he finally said. “I could already go after you, if I wanted to,” he began slowly. “I don’t. I also don’t really have any particular desire to see your little Scooby Gang snuff it. As for everyone else…”
“The ‘Happy Meals with legs’,” Buffy reminded him.
“Yeah,” he smiled at the memory with a fondness that made Buffy debate whether she should give his foot a good stomp. His expression turned grave again before he continued, though. “Somethin’ ever seems up with the chip,” he promised her, “’ll come straight to you, luv. No side trips for fast food…”
“And what am I supposed to do with you then?” she gave him a sultry smile.
“Remind me that the side of good has better…benefits than the alternative,” he whispered huskily.
She allowed him to give her a quick kiss before she reluctantly pulled away. “And if things don’t turn out?” she demanded. “Suppose something happens. You stop loving me, or—”
“Not going to happen,” he insisted firmly.
“Or something along those lines,” she amended. “What then?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I wish I could promise you that no matter what ‘ll be a good little boy till the end of eternity…but it would be a lie. I don’t know what to tell you…” He trailed off, a forlorn note in his voice.
Their foreheads rested together for a minute while they thought.
“How about this,” Buffy finally began. “If we’re still in each other’s lives – or proximity – when and if the chip goes, you don’t do anything stake-worthy. You come right to me, no matter what things are like between us. I promise not to stake you. We’ll talk it out and come to some sort of agreement that doesn’t involve us having to kill each other. Because I really don’t think I could dust you after what we’ve had together, baby…”
She placed several feather light kisses across his face, holding his chin with one palm and allowing her thumb to toy with the razor edge of one cheekbone.
“I can do that,” he agreed.
“Good,” she gave him a happy smile.
“On one condition.”
“Oh?” she gave him a curious look.
“You have to do the same,” he declared.
“Uh, Spike, I never got a chip. We already established that pretty clearly,” she pointed out.
He shook his head. “Not the part ‘bout the chip. The part where you actually agree to come an’ talk with me if somethin’s up.”
“What do you mean?” she put her hands on her hips.
“I mean that you start treatin’ me right,” he frowned. “No more jus’ beatin’ me up ‘cause you feel like it. No more tryin’ to shut me out like ‘m something to be ashamed of.” A hint of anger entered his voice at this.
“Spike, I already told them—”
“An’ that was good,” he cut her off. “That was a start. But ‘m givin’ up a lot for you here. You know that, right?”
She nodded weakly.
“So maybe we both need to give a little somethin’ up for this to work,” he concluded. “’m part of your life now, pet.”
“And I want you in my life,” she assured him, running her hands up and down the lapels of his coat.
“Then you’ll ‘ave to let me in a little,” he said. “I can’t keep goin’ the way we’ve been…” He trailed off and apparently found something very engrossing to watch on his boot.
“You’re right,” she agreed softly, tilting his head up to look at her.
“I am?” he asked nervously.
“Of course you are,” she frowned slightly at his reaction.
“Then you’re not goin’ to leave me for sayin’ that?” A slight glimmer of relief was in his voice now.
She fought back the tears in her eyes. “No,” she sniffed slightly.
“What’s this?” he said, concerned, wiping away one tear as it fell down her cheek. “Don’t cry, luv…”
“I’m so sorry!” she finally bawled out. “The way I’ve treated you…” Sniff. “I d-don’t know why…” She trailed off helplessly.
“Hey now,” he gave her a reassuring smile. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Buffy. Tell you what: from this point on, we’re startin’ all over again. ‘ve already forgotten everything you did.”
“Really?” she pleaded.
“Really.”
She once again found his lips just inches from hers.
“So, is this our first kiss then?” she joked lightly.
“Don’t know,” he teased back.
She gave an intense look. “What do you mean?” she finally demanded.
“Well, ‘s the first time,” he shrugged. “Don’t really quite know yet if you’ll let me kiss you.”
She laughed. “I guess you’ll just have to try and find out…” she whispered seductively.
“Guess so,” he agreed.
He leaned in slowly, and she let her eyes flutter shut, savoring the faint smell of leather and cigarette smoke, the sound of the low purr in his chest, the feel of his hands on her hips, and the coolness of his unnecessary breath upon her lips.
Oh, those lips! They were so soft at first that she wouldn’t have even known they were there if it weren’t for that tingly extra ‘Spike sense’ she had. Then they pressed against hers lightly, molding perfectly against her own. Instinctively, they both opened their mouths at the same time, tongues lazily coming to the forefront and teasing and caressing each other gently, knowing they had all the time in the world…
Buffy’s hands clasped behind his neck, pulling him down to her harder. She was suddenly finding the distance between them to be unbearable. Her body pressed up against his, rubbing in all the right places and making him moan. Languidly, she slid one leg up his lean thigh before wrapping it around his waist, allowing them to grind together in perfect alignment…
She whimpered when he finally pulled back, annoyed with herself for needing something stupid like air.
He was also breathing heavily for no real reason. “A bit intense for a first kiss, ‘ey luv?” he joked.
She gave him a playful bat on the shoulder. “Screw the first kiss,” she said. “I want you…”
Soon they were wrapped around each other once again, Buffy’s back up flush against a convenient tree. Hands wandered into all sorts of naughty, inappropriate places, and Buffy let out a deep sigh of relief when one of his knees pressed its way in between hers, rising against the tree trunk until it was situated right at the apex of her thighs. She ground down against him, crying out at the shocks that went through her clit at this new and delightful friction.
They were quickly reaching the point of no return, they hazily realized together. And then, by some subconscious mutual signal, they stopped.
“Woah,” Buffy said breathlessly. “That was…woah.”
“Woah,” Spike nodded, holding himself up against the tree with one arm. “Woah,” he repeated after he finally remembered he didn’t have to pant for breath.
“OK,” Buffy said once she could finally speak again, “we’re both mature adults here.” She gave Spike a wry look. “Well, we’re both adults at least,” she amended teasingly.
“’ey!” he protested, smiling slightly.
“So here’s the first consequence of being in my life,” Buffy said solemnly. “I have to go home, check up on Will and Dawnie and such. I haven’t been home for almost two days now.”
“OK,” Spike nodded, “I can see that. Can I come with you?” he asked almost bashfully.
She slapped herself in the forehead to fight back the practically instinctive objections that popped into her mind. She gave him a sheepish smile when she saw that he was looking at her like she was crazy.
“Yeah,” she said, “you can come with me. But you can’t stay the night. Willow still has problems sleeping sometimes because of the after effects of the withdrawal, and I do not want my sister to ever hear us…”
“Gotcha,” he said cheerfully, walking alongside her. “Stop in for a bit of a chat with the Nibblet, maybe a hot cup of cocoa, no sweepin’ you up off your feet an’ carryin’ you up to bed…”
Buffy’s eyes got a glazed look in them at the idea. “We’ll have to arrange that,” she gave him a catlike smile. “Get Will and Dawn out of the way some evening, have the place all to ourselves…”
“Finally break in that bed o’ yours,” he winked at her. “Been wantin’ to do that for a long time…”
“And I’ve been thinking lately that my room really needs a naked vampire to complete it,” she teased. “I don’t suppose you could help me with that?”
“In the name of interior decoratin’ only,” he joked back. “’s quite a sacrifice, after all…”
She laughed and hesitantly slid her arm around his waist as they walked. He looked a bit startled at first, but then gave in to her demands, flinging one arm casually across her back and letting her rest her head on his shoulder for the rest of the walk to her house.
“And we really have to get back in gear with the slaying,” she sighed. “Warren and Jonathan and…er… What’s his name?”
Spike shrugged. “I refuse to fight those wankers,” he frowned slightly. “’s bleedin’ humilatin’. Can’t you come up with some nasty demon or something actually worth fighting to be your arch-nemesis?”
“Would if I could,” she agreed wistfully. “Where’s a good, challenging enemy when you need one?”
He gave her a sly smirk. “I could always be your arch-nemesis again if you want, kitten,” he teased.
“Mmm,” she murmured, amused, “I’d have to tie you up then, keep you from doing terrible, horrible things to me…”
“Sounding better all the time, ‘ey luv?”
She laughed. “At least you could give me a run for my money,” she agreed. “Those losers are probably off doing something completely inept even as we speak…”
* * *
Warren’s eyes narrowed at the image of Buffy on the screen before him. He nervously wiped the sweat from his brow as his finger tightened on the trigger. Slowly, he snuck forward, keeping his aim directly on his target.
Fifteen feet until he was in range…ten…five…
She turned around just as he came in range.
Too late!
He pulled the trigger frantically, emptying the clip of his handgun into her chest.
“Yes!” he exclaimed, raising one hand in the air.
The words ‘GAME OVER. YOU WIN!’ flashed across the screen.
“Adding Buffy’s likeness to ‘First Person Shooter’ was a brilliant idea,” Jonathan commented, watching the end credits of the game roll by.
“So are you done now?” Andrew whined in the background. “’Cause I’d really like to get this off sometime soon.” He held up one half of a set of handcuffs that was still latched to his wrist. “It chafes,” he complained.
“Yeah,” Jonathan said. “It’s my turn to play anyway. I want to kill Cordelia and Harmony.”
“Just one more game,” Warren clutched the controller to his chest like the precious treasure it was.
“No fair!” Andrew and Jonathan complained in unison. “Give it up!”
“Oh, yeah?” He stuck his tongue out at them. “Then make me.”
He squealed like a little girl and ducked when various crunchy and sugary snacks in colors never seen in nature were pelted at his head.
* * *
“Also, I have to spend some time with Dawnie this weekend,” Buffy went on regretfully. “I can’t keep running away to your crypt at all hours of the day.”
“’s OK,” Spike said, trying to hide his disappointment.
“I only have a half-shift at the Doublemeat Palace on Tuesday, though,” she informed him. “I could stop by your place afterwards, if you want, maybe spend the afternoon…”
“I definitely want,” he agreed.
“Good.” Buffy puffed up and felt proud of how responsible and grown up they were being about this now.
“Hey, Buffy,” Dawn said cheerfully when she saw her walk in the kitchen door. “Hey, Spike!” Dawn squealed and ran up to give him a hug when she saw he was there, too. “You’re here!” she said excitedly. “This is so cool!”
“Hey, watch it,” Buffy laughed slightly. “I might get jealous…and I’m not sure of which one of you.”
Dawn let the extremely embarrassed vampire go. “So?” she demanded. “So?!” She looked back and forth between Spike and Buffy expectantly.
Buffy rolled her eyes at her sister’s antics and gave Spike a little ‘see what I have to put up with?’ smile. “Dawn – and I – want to know if you’ll come over for dinner this Friday,” Buffy finally caved in to her sister’s anxious little squeals.
Spike raised an eyebrow at Buffy’s bemused expression and the pleading puppy-dog eyes Dawn was now using on him with full force. Hell, he’d always been a sucker for those big, liquid pools. “Sure.” He managed to maintain a very cool tone to his response. He was particularly proud of it.
“This is so, sooo cool!” Dawn bounced and clapped her hands together, a wide grin on her face.
“It should be illegal to have that much energy without coffee,” Buffy teased.
Dawn stuck her tongue out at her sister.
Buffy rolled her eyes and said “hi” to Willow when she walked to check out what all the fuss was about.
“Oh!” The former Witch’s eyes widened. “Er…hi Buffy, hi Spike…” she laughed nervously.
“Spike was just, um…walking me home,” Buffy said apologetically to Willow. She elbowed him in the side.
“Oh…right!” His eyes widened with sudden realization. “I was just…droppin’ Buffy off so that I could be on my way to…some place that’s not here,” he attempted to back her up lamely.
Willow looked back and forth at the two anxious faces and concealed an evil little grin. “Actually,” she said, trying to hide the mirth in her voice, “I was going to teach Dawn how to read rune stones tonight. No magic, just book knowledge, I assure you,” she hastily added. “But,” the sly smile now made it to her lips, “it would be much easier for us to concentrate if Buffy wasn’t around making her usual racket…” She blinked innocently at Spike. “I don’t suppose you could…take her with you?”
Buffy and Spike looked at her, then looked at each other, looked to Dawn who was nodding at Willow’s statements with false gravity, then back to each other… Identical idiotic grins appeared on their faces at the same time.
“Well, if that’s what’s best for you and Dawn…” Buffy tried to sound reluctant and failed miserably.
“’s quite a sacrifice, but I s’pose she could stay with me for a while longer…” Spike nodded enthusiastically.
“But I’ll definitely be back by midnight,” Buffy said sternly. “After all, I’m a responsible adult and parent. I need to be around tomorrow so we can hang out and go to the mall.”
“Cool,” Dawn agreed. “But the responsible thing to do would definitely be to let Will take care of me this evening…”
“Done!” Buffy and Spike both exclaimed with much enthusiasm.
“We’ll just be then…” Buffy backed towards the door, casting a longing look in Spike’s direction.
“Yeah, get out of your way an’ all…” Spike met her at the door.
“Bye, you crazy kids,” Willow joked when they practically fled out the door.
She and Dawn shared a conspiratorial little smile.
“You so have to make Buffy give us the details tomorrow,” Dawn laughed slightly at the antics of her sister and the vampire she’d come to love like a brother.
Willow put on a mock angry expression. “ ‘Buffy, how could you keep this from me? We’re best friends’,” she practiced her plan of attack for tomorrow. “ ‘You owe me the entire story right now!’”
“Ah, the guilt trip,” Dawn sighed nostalgically. “That one always works on her…”
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