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Don't Give Up Your Day Job -- by Dagney

Rating: R

Description: A shape-shifting demon is torturing and killing young women in Sunnydale. Giles, Willow, Xander and Spike look for this monster. Buffy is away in Europe for vacation. Angel and Cordellia are in LA. The mansion is the new gang hang out, Spike is living there now.

Note: Song lyrics from Tom Petty's Wildflower cut " Honey Bee"

Disclaimer: Joss owns all.

Part One

"Willow, I don't think this is such a good idea." Giles said, swallowing another shot of tequila.

"Look, this isn't my idea of fun either... I thought you would want to help me...." Willow exclaimed, knocking back a tequila shooter herself.

"It's not that I don't want to help...This whole thing could get out of hand... your reputation could be tarnished... Giles reasoned.

Willow giggled, " I think my reputation will be safe."

"Xander isn't going to like this." Giles continued, having another shot.

"I don't care what Xander thinks, he's not my keeper... Giles if you keep knocking back those shots your going to pass out.. you won't be of any use to me. Tonight is my last chance to.."

"All bloody right.... Let's just get this over with" He pulled up a chair close to the conference table.

"OK, I'll just change and be back in a jiffy, you'll start the music when I signal you?" She asked retreating from the room a duffel bag in hand.

She put on a matching forest green button down crop top. She bent over and brushed her hair forward and tossed it back. She added a coat of red lipstick to her lips, she was so flush with embarrassment she didn't need any blush. She looked at the three inch black spiked-heeled sandals. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror which wouldn't be in the mansion if Buffy hadn't bought it. Willow appraised her handiwork;

Giles took another shot. " Ready or not, here I come, Giles hit the music." Willow called from the hallway.

The stereo system blasted the heavy bass and guitar undertone, setting the windows to throbbing in time with the music.

'Come on now, give me some sugar'

Willow ran from the hallway used the oak chair at the end of the table as a springboard. She launched herself forward, nearly curled up in a ball.. and she slid down the conference table on her silk clad legs. She stopped herself three feet from the end of the table and raised herself up onto her knees.

'Give me some sugar, little honey bee'

Giles inhaled sharply, this red-haired siren wasn't his shy little computer hacker. He watched as she swung a shapely clad leg forward rocked her hips and pushed herself up on impossibly narrow black spike covered feet.

'Don't be afraid, not gonna hurt you'

Giles watched as Willow began to gyrate her hips in time to the heavy bass. He picked up the damn bottle of tequila and took a swallow. His eyes watched the creamy skin of her thighs peak out from between her silk cover legs and the dark green miniskirt. His eyes traveled up to see her bare stomach, and her creamy breast peaking out from a black lace bra beneath a green crop top.

"Feedback Giles... Feedback" she rasped already beginning to sweat in the humid aid of August.

'Don't say a word 'bout what we're doing'

" Nice.. Nice.. " He replied huskily

"Come on now I'm not sure what I should do with my hands or how to shake my breasts." She said mater of fact like she was asking for direction." You been watching the other girl for almost two weeks now."

'Don't say nothing little honey bee'

Giles watched Willow's hips undulate in time with the music.

'Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister'

" Lean slightly forward as you rotate your hips back." He commented. " Yes" " Lick your lips"

" Yes" he hissed.

'Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister'

"Put your legs farther apart, roll your shoulders forwards and bend down to your waist.

Giles couldn't recall the last time he felt this aroused. As Willow rolled her shoulders forward her crop top gaped displaying her an abundance of her creamy breasts. The skirt rode up and it barely covered her femininity.

'She like to call me king bee'

Giles wanted to know what she had on under the skirt.

He rasped, " Now, throw your torso back and lean back with your arms as if you're reaching for the floor."

As she did this he saw black lace panties, he though he might climax in his pants. He was sweating. He saw sweat running down her taunt stomach.

Spike heard the loud music as he was at the end of the drive. He walked through the courtyard and at first saw Giles sitting at the conference room table, as he moved closer to the open French Doors he saw a flash of red hair falling forward and a green miniskirt rising up dark stocking colored thighs to reveal two white cupcake like ass cheeks outline in a black lace thong. Spike smiled and felt his body stir to life, I'm going to step back into the courtyard and watch. The women arched her back and threw her arms up over her head at the watcher's instruction. He saw the hooker and it was Willow?

Spike saw red. "What in the bloody hell is going on" He roared as he rushed into the room, tearing off his black duster. Willow stood upright and had a surprised look on her face.. "What are you doing here so early?" she asked innocently.

Spike swore, " I live here! He snaked his arm up and caught Willow about the waist and pulled her down off the table and thrust his coat at her. " Put on some decent clothes" and continued to move towards Giles with a murderous look on his face. " You perverted, wanker.. .taking advantage of an innocent girl I'll...."

Spike's fist connected with Giles jaw, sending him flying to the floor. Willow was yelling, " What are you doing.. stop your going to hurt him.." as she trued to grab at Spike's fist that was about to smash Giles in the face again. Although Giles reflexes had been dulled by the alcohol and his brain functioning was slowly returning from his pelvis, he lashed out with his feet at Spike sending him sprawling on his ass.

Willow took this as her opportunity to get between the two. She stood looking down at Spike. He took in her half undressed state, the stockings miniskirt and heaving black lace cover breasts he had seen the black thong panties and her firm ass. The blood in his brain was shifting to his cock.

"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled.

He jumped up, "Me! ME! , What the hell are you doing dancing around acting like a cock tease?"

Part Two

"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled.

He jumped up, "Me! ME! , What the hell are you doing dancing around acting like a cock tease?"

" You really think so?" she replied a goofy smile upon her lips.

Spike's narrowed his blue eyes and stared at this erotic woman, he raised his scarred eyebrow and grabbed this women by the shoulders and shook her. " What have you done with Willow?"

Willow giggled; " have you been drinking?" she laughed.

He looked at Giles who was still lying on the floor and he had this glazed look on his face. Spike pushed past Willow and kicked Giles in the ribs. " You've put some sort of spell on her so you could...(Spike grabbed Giles by the collar of his shirt and picked him up) he butted him in the head with his vampire façade. Giles head snapped back. " You've hexed her gotten half pissed and you're thinking you can get her pissed and bugger her.." Spike yelled.

" Hey, Hey.. Spike stop it, NOW. " Willow had levitated a large volume of Demonology Today from the bookshelf and whacked Spike upside the head with it.

" Owee" he yelled dropping Giles and turning towards her.

" Giles and I are NOT, I repeat NOT playing some sort of naughty sex game. Jeez," Willow replied walking towards Giles prone figure on the floor.

Spike just stared at this scantly clad women who looked like Willow, sounded like Willow but most definitely wasn't acting like the shy, blushing, innocent girl he was used to. Willow leaned over and helped Giles get up. Spike caught a flash of her pale ass cheeks. He growled slightly.

"Giles are you alright?" Willow asked helping him move to a chair. "Fine, never better." He whispered.

"For your information, Giles was helping me practice for my new job at Millennium." Willow replied.

"What?" " You think your going to work as a dancer at Millennium?" Spike shook his head in disbelief.

" Over my dead body!" He roared.

" I guess that's not going to be a problem Deadboy!" She replied indignantly.

" I've already been hired by Nick, I'm over 18, and I'm going in undercover to flush out this evil murdering demon bastard." So there she exclaimed her resolve face inches from Spike's.

" Ha... you undercover as an exotic dancer, that's....so funny.." he laughed.

" But you said I was a cock tease.. and Giles seemed to get into it." She blustered.

Spike's blue orbs practically rolled back in his head to hear Willow use the word cock. His jumped in response to her words and the image of her dancing around made him even harder. His thoughts then shifted to the smoky Millennium club and men leering and hooting and throwing money at his Willow.

" Are you listening to me" Willow asked poking him in the chest with her finger.

" The three of you have been at that strip joint for three weeks, since the day Buffy went to Europe watching, drinking and investigating the murders. I've played reliable net girl, sorted through suspects' garbage, hacked into files, bank records and so far not one solid lead. The three of you have been there at the club and three more women have been killed in the mean time."

" You are not going to be number five, Willow!" Spike grabbed her by the arms and glared into her flashing green eyes.

" I have to try and stop this." " Carol Thompkins was in my computer science class at Sunnydale University, she was trying to make ends meet... I know what the monster did to her the forensic report said she was raped, burned, mutilated repeatedly for four or five days before she died." A tear slipped from her eyes.

Spike recognized this caring compassionate girl; he drew her into his arms and hugged her. " I know we all want this to stop but you can be a better help from the outside." He said brushing her wild red locks with his hand. " Right Giles,"

Giles was half-asleep in the chair, the alcohol and exertion seemly taking their toll.

Willow felt a shiver run down her spine as Spike hugged her and brushed her hair with his hand. She felt his breath on her cheek. Willow pulled out of his embrace.

"It's late, I should go home." She said softly. " Can Giles stay the night here in the extra room?" "I'll help you get him to bed. " No," I'll do it. " Why don't you go and change and I'll drive you home."

" I can... " Willow began.

" There is a manic on the loose and I'll see you home or else you'll stay here with me." He snapped. Spike helped Giles to his feet and half carried him into the spare room.

"You weren't helping by encouraging the girl." Spike mumbled to Giles as he lay him upon the day bed. Spike untied the Watcher's shoes and took them off. " You've still got a bloody stake in your pants from the little witch."

Spike went back into the living area; Willow came out of his bedroom, looking like Willow.

She was wearing an oversized cotton tee shirt, and navy blue Capri pants. She had those offensive day glow orange sneakers on her feet. Her hair was still wild looking and her lips still had traces of red lipstick.

"Is Giles all right" she asked.

" Fine, Pet,"

" I'm going to do this Spike."

"It's late, let me take you home and we'll talk about it in the morning." Luv.

His use of the word luv, sent another shiver down her spine. Willow nodded her head and walked out of the mansion.

The car ride home was strained and quiet. Neither knew what to say. Something had changed in their working relationship. Neither knew what exactly except things felt different between them, the air was more charged. Spike stopped in front of her house. " Are your parents home?" he asked.

"No, there out of town as usual." "Night" she said slipping out of the car and heading for the door.

" Hey," Spike opened the car door and followed her to her door. "I'm fine, thanks" Willow said giving Spike her Willow smile,

" Do you want me to come in and check things out.. make sure everything's locked up?" he asked. " No, I'm fine, thanks" Willow squeaked out, as she opened the door and stepped inside, "night" she closed the door and shot the deadbolt in place.

" Night Red" he said softly to himself. He walked back to his car and sat there several minutes and watched the light go on in her bedroom.

Spike sat in his car until just before sunrise keeping watch on the Rosenberg house.

Part Three

Spike paced, It was 11:00 a.m., where the bloody hell was everyone? Well, the damn pervert was probably still sleeping it off, Where was Willow she never late... what if..>

"Hey Spike, where is everyone?" Xander asked shoving a chocolate donut in his mouth. He looked around and plopped down at the conference table. " Club Millennium was dead last night, Nick had given the other girls the night off with the most recent murder so nothing was happening... get this" Xander said getting up moving closer towards Spike, " Nick said he hired this hot new babe to replace Carol, a sexy redhead, he said she's got the tightest ass and although he usually hires women with bigger tits, he says she got nice little handfuls and lips that just beg to suck a man's c..." Xander never finished his sentence as Spike in full game face wrapped his hands around Xanders throat and proceeded to squeeze the life out of him.

Willow entered the living room at that moment; " guy's can't you save it for recess."

Spike let go of Xander; well the dumb bullock doesn't know he was talking about his best friend, he'll agree with me once he knows.

Xander managed to croak out, " I so don't want to know what crawled up your ass and died, man." and moved further away.

Giles whose head felt like it was going to explode, had walked in the room from the hallway as Xander was describing the new dancers attributes, and Giles was visualizing everything just as Xander described, as he replayed Willow's performance.

" Giles," Xander caught sight of him as he walked into the room, momentarily distracted from Spike's attack as he took in the watcher's black eye and swollen jaw, and unkempt appearance. Did he sleep in those clothes? " What happened to you?" he asked.

" Giles, you look like shit." Willow said empathetically moving towards him. " I warned you not to drink so much." She touched his jaw and titled his face, " You could use some ice and I bet some ibuprofen." " "I'll get you some." She offered and left the room.

" It looks like I missed something, last night" Xander commented, " Fill me in?"

"Xander, the new dancer Nick hired is Willow." Giles said softly.

" Willow who?" Xander asked innocently.

" OUR WILLOW YOU STUPID MORON!" Spike yelled

" Can you please not yell." Giles rasped his eyes watering from the internal cranial pressure.

Willow walked back into the room at that moment with an ice pack, water and painkiller. Xander looked at his best friend, as she walked across the room towards Giles, stripping away her baggy denim coverall shorts. He looked her up and down.

Spike watched Xander's expression as he went from looking at Willow to leering at her hungrily. " WOW, Nick was so right, he sure can pick em."

Spike smacked Xander up side the head. " Willow is not going to be dancing at the club."

"Giles tell them to stop fighting, we've got so much work to do before tonight" Willow pleaded. She moved towards the back of the room and dragged an easel with various charts graphs and data toward the center of the room.

Giles though he might pass out from the pain at the noise the easel made as she dragged it over the stone floor.

" So what does your outfit look like Wills?" Xander asked drooling.

"Willow will not be working at that club!" " Have you people all gone mad?" Spike exclaimed.

"Spike can you sit down your pacing is distracting me?" Willow asked

" You want your best friend to be parading her naked ass round some skanky club for perverts like yourself to leer at and hit on her... not to mention act as bait for a sadistic killer?" Spike quipped

" Well when you put it that way.. Wills Spike does make a point I don't think this is one of your best ideas." Xander said.

" How many more women have to die, Xander, this isn't like me acting out some hidden fantasy you know, "I'm going to do this and you all can help me or not." She stated her resolve face in place.

" OK, I'm in." Xander sat back down in a chair facing the easel.

" What,?" Spike sputtered just like that.

" Man, she's got her resolve face on. Once you see that face, it's all over nothing and I mean nothing can stop her trust me, I've seen it going on 14 years now." Xander explained

" Now," Willow began to lecture pointing at the chart, " lets review the details of each murder and what common threads we know about them."

Spike sat down in a chair, at stared at the little witch.

Part Four

Spike sat an listened to Willow review the evidence or lack there of they had uncovered in the Millennium murders. The only common thread so far was that each of the four victims had been exotic dancers at the club. Each of the four girls was different in looks, ages and backgrounds. The killer apparently kidnapped them from their home, without any apparent sign of struggle. The victims were taken to some unknown location and tortured and sexually brutalized for days on end. Their bodies were then dumped in four different locations throughout the city.

Willow had managed to hack into the police files of Sergeant Ballais. She had downloaded his case notes and forensic evidence of the crime scenes and evidence found on the victims. So far no one knew where the victims died. Their bodies terribly brutalized, had not turned up any blood, semen, bite marks or latent fingerprints of the killers. However, the bodies were burned and cut up in numerous places in what the police hypothesized was the killer's way of destroying forensic evidence such as teeth marks. The women's oral cavities were all secreted with some type of acidic solution which police believed neutralized any semen or blood samples from the killer. The secretion was the same in all victims

Giles hypothesized that these secretions found in the victims, mouth anus and vagina was actually a demons ejaculate. Thus he had Willow investigating demon biology, sexual habits and perversions.

The police didn't have any leads either but Sergeant Tim Ballais was undercover also hanging out at the club. Giles, Xander and Spike had been frequent patrons of the club for the last three weeks in search of any clues or suspicious characters. Willow then investigated the characters whom the men thought might be involved: the bartender Sam Malone; the bouncer Andy Sipowitz; Nick Knight club owner and ex-porn star; Niles Crane a patron that works as a psychiatrist during the day; the detective Tim Ballais; and Alex Krycheck some sort of government spook.

So far Willow had investigated the lives of these six men. She had hacked into their library cards and reviewed what kinds of books they read. She sorted through their garbage and knew things like what they liked for breakfast and what brand of toothpaste and condoms they preferred. She checked their bank records, medical files, and high school grades. So far each of the men had alibi for at least two of the murders. She had learned some very interesting things about each of these men but none appeared to be the killer. None appeared to be demons either. Giles and Spike believed this monster was a demon.

" So, Detective Ballais last crime scene analysis of Carol Thompkin apartment, hasn't turned up an evidence." Willow lectured.

" Willow, has your investigation into the lives of the victims, turned up any things they might have had in common?" Giles asked, rubbing his temples.

" No I've scrutinized their lives much the same way I have the male suspects and so far the only connection I've found or Detective Ballais has found is that they all worked at the club." She replied.

" So Wills what's the plan for tonight?" Xander asked rubbing his hand together. " Do we get a preview of your costume?"

Spike growled, " Willow your really not going to go through with this are you Pet?" "Xander, Giles, one of us has been at the bloody club ever night since the second murder and we're not any closer to catching the demon, and we've not been able to save the other two victims. "Letting Willow get with 1000feet of that place is just crazy."

" I agree that Willow is taking a grave risk, but she has been in danger before; and particularly during this investigation between our stake outs at the club and our staking vamps in Buffy absence, she has been in danger of the killer finding out her investigating him." Giles stated.

"Wills gotta have a plan?" " Don't you Will?" Xander grinned.

" Actually yes, I told Nick that my parents cut me off with my funding for school because they didn't approve of my boyfriend, thus I need the job." " My boyfriend will hang out at the club to keep an eye on me, thus my success with the ' look but don't touch rule'. " So Xander are you up to the job as my disreputable boyfriend." She asked.

" Oh yeah baby, I'm up" he smirked

"NO, NO, that little fleck of fly poop couldn't be your back up if your life depended on it and it bloody well does. Spike challenged.

" Hey, I can handle myself and keep the perverts from Wills." " I would die before I let anything bad happen to her." Xander stood up and glared down at Spike.

"That's the problem mate with you dead who keeps her safe?" he asked pointing at Willow.

" Spike has a point," Giles chimed in. " Perhaps I should be her ..er.. protector."

Spike rolled his eyes, " Yeah I beat the crap out of you with one hand hand last night mate."

" So Spike does this mean you want to be my boyfriend?" Willow asked teasingly.

"Yes, .. I mean.. I'll be your shadow, you'll not leave my sight not for an instant, and if you don't listen to me and do something too dangerous I'll lock you up...I swear on my undead life... and furthermore.. I think you'll need to be making some last minute changes in that scanty outfit of yours..." he continued.

Part Five

The tension was thick in the car. Willow's butterflies had butterflies. Willow sighed heavily

Spike had been brooding all day.

Spike heard her sigh, " Having second thought?" he hoped.

" No, but.. I am a little nervous she admitted."

"You don't have to do this Luv,"

" I don't have to, but Spike I made a decision when Faith kidnapped me, when she held a knife to my throat that if I die I would die fighting evil and that my life would have been worth something. I survived, I made a conscious choice to fight evil and make the world a better place. I can't sit back because like a scared little mouse anymore." She explained.

Spike reached over and took her hand, " Cor, your one of the bravest people I know."

" Thanks" she smiled and blushed. She felt tingly all over.

Spike pulled into the Millenium parking lot. Willow got out of the car and Spike watched her as she wobbled across the pavement on those damn three inch spiked heels making her ass sway seductively. He followed her into the club, and hung back in the shadow of the entranceway.

Willow walked towards the bar. She smiled at Nick who was sitting at the end of the bar, smoking and sipping a drink.

" Hey kid, ready for your first performance?"

" Sure Nick, " she said with more confidence then she felt.

" Hey she said looking up into Sam's face" " I'm Willow," she said reaching across the bar holding out her hand.

The middle aged bartender, gave the redhead his patented smile and took her hand and brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them ever so slightly. Willow pulled her hand back nervously

" Drink" He asked.

" No thanks, I need to get ready" she said moving past Nick wrestling with her duffel bag.

Nick reached out and patted her ass as she walked by.

Spike watched the entire scene he noted the two men ogling Willow's ass as she shimmied into the back of the club; they were so preoccupied they hadn't heard him until he was upon them.

Spike grabbed Nick's wrist in a vice like grip, " Listen mate, that women is mine!" Spike rumbled low in his throat. " Either one of you get any funny ideas about her, or put one finger on her and I'll rip you up in so many pieces no one will be able to put you back together, got it."

" Easy man," Nick laughed " Willow said her parents didn't approve of her boyfriend, why I think they misjudged you." " Drink, Spike?"

Nick made it a point to familiarize himself with his regulars and he had noted this blond man to be hanging round the club for the past several weeks. Nick rubbed his wrist,

Willow had caught sight of Spike out of the corner of her eye as she was turning down the hallway to the dressing rooms. She saw him grab Nick's wrist and glare at both him and Sam. She didn't hear what he said though. Willow felt all warm and fuzzy, afraid to even wish.

"No thanks," he replied I'll have a coke.

Sam laughed, "Your kidding right?"

" No, mate, the little women hates it when I drink.. So I kinda told her I'd take a break for a while." He answered.

" Don't tell me Willow withholds sex to keep you in line. She must be pretty damn tight." Nick chuckled.

Spike felt his cock twitch, at Nick's use of the words Willow, sex, tight in the same sentence.

Spike picked up the coke and laid his money down on the bar and retreated to a table in the back of the bar.

Willow, started changing into her costume. Her thought drifted back to Nick, she was still a bit surprised with how short he was in real life. Two weeks ago as part of her research she had late night, rented one of his porno flicks. She giggled through half the thing. Women seemed to just look at his character and strip naked and beg to be fucked. Willow couldn't believe the size of the women's breasts in the film. One women's breasts looked as hard as ceramic, they didn't jiggle or shake and the way Nick was pounding into this women well, Willow didn't think even silicon could be that firm. She also was kinda amazed at the size of his member; She stopped the tape a few times and tried to figure out if it was real, some prosthetic or some digital enhanced trickery. She finally guessed the later, way too big to be real. Willow flushed remembering the erotic dreams she had that night after being bombarded with the sexual images. She started dreaming that Nick was kissing her, but the dreamscape changed and Spike was all naked in full game face, kissing her breast and Willow was begging him to 'Fuck her Hard' like the women in the movie. He did and she felt him pump into her and shoot his seed and bite her neck and she then woke up so wet and unfilled she was cranky the whole next day, that Xander busted on her about PMSing.

An older woman entered the dressing room as Willow was putting on her makeup.

"Hi, I'm Tami" she said moving towards an old leather couch.

Willow smiled;

Tami caught Willow's puzzled look; " I'm the waitress." " Your new right?" she asked starting to strip.

Willow looked away, and turned back to the mirror, " Yeah my name is Willow, nice to meet you Tami."

" Have you worked here long?" Willow asked her hands shaking slightly as she tried to apply lip liner.

" Yeah about a month," Tami replied. " This your first gig?" she asked noting Willow's nervesouness.

" Yeah, I've never done this before, in front of a anyone and to make matters worse my boyfriend is here>" she blurted out.

" Listen kid, don't sweat it, Tune out the crowd, the noise, and pick out one guy, pretend like your dancing just for him, only him." The other guys all pick up on the concentration vibe and each fantasies that your dancing for him only, drives em crazy, try it." Tami said and she left Willow alone.

Part Six

Spike had downed his third coke; he looked around the club it was filling up.

Spike looked at his watch for what must have been the one-hundredth time.

Willow was checking out her butt in the mirror. Willow smoothed her hand over the buttons on the green silk crop top. She unbuttoned three buttons to show just a hint of her black lace bra and the miracle bra induced cleavage.

Nick moved to the floor at the end of the stage. Spike heart started to beat in his chest, He wanted to jump up and grab her and take her home.

" Welcome everyone, it's my pleasure to introduce to you a beautiful young women who will set you on fire with desire, Willow:

The stereo system blasted the heavy bass and guitar undertone, setting the floor vibrating in time with the music. Tom Petty belted out seductively:

'Come on now, give me some sugar'

Willow ran from the hallway used the springboard at the end stage to launch herself up and forward. She slid down the stage on her silk clad legs. She stopped herself three feet from the end of the table and raised herself up onto her knees, held her arms straight up into the air and threw back her mane of red hair.

'Give me some sugar, little honey bee'

Willow swung a shapely clad leg forward rocked her hips and pushed herself up on the impossibly narrow black spike covered sandals.

Willow lowered her arms and raised her head and her green eyes locked on to Spike's blue one like lasers.

'Don't be afraid, not gonna hurt you'

Spike's heart started to beat in tempo to Willow's hip gyrations. His eyes watched the creamy skin of her thighs peak out from between her silk cover legs and the dark green miniskirt rise and fall in syncopation with the heavy bass beat of the music. Spike felt like he was standing in the bright sunlight. Her eyes looked into his, he dropped his gaze to follow her hands as they traveled seductively over her creamy breasts as they peaked out from a black lace half bra, covered by a short green crop top, and caressed her taught stomach.

He was going to burst into flames at any minute from her heat.

'Don't say a word 'bout what we're doing'

His eyes moved back up to meet her jade gems. She licked her red lips and slowly ran her hands down her green silk covered thigh. She kept twisting and moving her hips mimicking the movement of lovemaking. Spike could imagine her moving her hips like that for him as he thrust into her. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he thought he might bust the zipper on his pants.

She rotated her long stocking clad legs in a circle thus moving her enticing ass towards the audience.

'Don't say nothing little honey bee'

Spike moved his hand to try and adjust his too tight pants, His eyes bugged out slightly as she spread her legs farther apart and bent down flashing her black lace covered ass. He narrowed his eyes feeling slightly betrayed because the full lace panties were so sheer; he could see the crack of her tight ass.

'Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister'

Willow stood back up and continued to pulsate her ass in time to the music and she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

'Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister'

Spike's brain had the thought he should stop this right now, however his brain was getting so little blood because it was flooding his body elsewhere, he forgot how to move. He held his breath for her to turn back around. He felt like it was just him and her in the room alone. He imagined that she was dancing for him just for his pleasure alone.

'She like to call me king bee'

Willow pulled open her green crop top and held it open, then she started to slide it down one of her slender arms. She tossed her hair back over that same shoulder and her eyes once again met Spike's.

Willow mimicked her movement with her other shoulder and let the shirt pool at her feet.

She quickly faced forward holding cupping her hands over her breasts. Spike's eyes cried out to her his desire to take one of her pert nipples in his mouth.

Willow winked one of her green eyes at him. His cock twitched violently and he shut his eyes until he was in control.

He opened his eyes to see Willow arching her torso back exhibiting her black lace covered mound for a fraction of a second but the image burned into his brain. She shot her back straight up and raised her arms in the air. Her breasts were heaving against their tight black constraints. He could see her nipple and areolas through the material. He bit down on his own lip and nearly vamped out.

The music abruptly stopped and Willow turned once again her back to the audience, she looked over her right shoulder, brought her right hand up to her lips and blew him a kiss turned and slinked off stage on her high heels.

The audience was wild, hooting and hollering. Spike sat stiffly in his chair, He felt sweat drip off his face.

Willow went backstage and collapsed in a chair. Willow was able to tune out the noise of the other patrons and she did as Tami suggested danced only for him. She felt so hot and swore she felt his eyes caress her body as she danced for him. Willow smiled to herself, now I get to go out and pretend Spike is my boyfriend as I work the room. This could be almost as fun as dancing.

Part Seven

Spike sat at the table suffering an extreme case of PTSD (post-tumescent sexual discomfort). He didn't think he had ever gotten this aroused without at least some physical stimulation. He slowly got up and walked very stiffly to the back alley... if any sees me well I just be taking a leak.. yeah... He saw someone else in the shadow and heard a soft cry. Cor, someone else is out here... probably thinking about her too.. I ought ta..> The man came out of the shadow... and growled " What the fuck are you looking at Blondie?" " Not a bloody thing." Spike growled back. Krycheck brushed past Spike and reentered the club. .

Spike moved farther back into the dark alley. His minds eye still blinded by visions of her. He slowly unzipped his pants and freed himself with a groan. He gripped his member tightly and took a deep breath as he envisioned himself buried in her and his semen exploded forcefully. He zipped his pants back up and stalked back into the club.

Willow was giving herself a pep talk. Willow had freshened up her makeup and changed into her black miniskirt and black v-neck tee. Time to interrogate the suspects. Her eyes sought out Spike as she entered the lounge and she didn't see him.

The thin, slightly balding man was waving at her. She smiled and walked over towards him. "Hello Willow, I'm Niles, care to join me for a drink?" Willow smiled, and sat down. Willow knew from her research that this was the least likely suspect. She knew that he had moved to Sunnydale just over a month ago because the women he loved was going to marry someone else. She knew he was a psychiatrist and that he might be useful in getting into the mind of the killer. "I really enjoyed you dancing" he gushed his face pink.

" Thank you," Willow felt suddenly shy.

" You're new" he commented

" Yeah, I've never done anything like this before but.. my folks cut me off and I needed money for school." She replied.

"Well you were splendid, dear," " As a matter of fact as I watched you I couldn't help think how lovely you would look in a pearl necklace." He smiled.

" Ah thanks," she smiled.

" I'd really live to give you one Willow, he said touching her hand."

Spike had exited the bathroom and gone looking for Willow backstage, He saw her talking to the head shirker as he entered the lounge.

He saw Willow shake her head and the skinny bloke had his hand on hers. Spike strode over scowling, " Willow saw him approach and quickly pulled out of Niles grasp and stood up. " Hello darling," she gave him one of her Willow smiles. Spike forgot what he was going to do and couldn't help but give her a stupid grin. She took one of his hands turned and leaned back into his shoulder and put his hand about her waist. " Niles this is my boyfriend Spike". Spike had closed his eyes and was smelling her hair her leaning up against him he felt like purring. He shook his head, His fingers tightened about Willow's waist possessively

Willow felt a shiver go up her spine as she felt Spike cool hand grip her waist.

Spike felt his member reawaken, he let go of Willow.

Spike walked toward his table and Willow followed. The detective winked at her, she smiled back. Spike motioned for her to sit.

" So did you see anyone new here tonight?" she asked Spike.

Her green eyes intoxicated him, he looked away his eyes moving about the lounge, " No same old same old." He replied.

" So.. what did you think about..."

His blue eyes reconnected with hers and she swallowed hard,

"...the Mets loosing in extra innings.." she babbled foolishly

" What?" he asked puzzled.

" Nothing" she looked down and picked at her red nailpolish.

She stood up, "I think I'd like to talk to Detective Balliass, before I call it a night."

He stood up.

" I think I might get more out of him alone." She grinned.

He sat down and he watched her ass sway temptingly as she moved towards his table.

" Hello, mind if I join you?" she asked.

He gave her a tooth grin, " Please, can I get you a drink?" he asked politely.

" Yes, I'd like an ameretto and diet Pepsi please" she asked shyly.

Tim waved Tami over and placed their order. Tami winked at Willow.

" So, your new." He commented.

Spike was glaring at the detective waiting for him to put his hands on her. His cell phone rang. He dug into his leather jacket on the back of the chair.

" What" he growled.

" Spike, Giles"

"Yeah"

"I'm calling to check on everything." " Did Willow dance?" Giles asked his voice tight.

" She bloody well did" Spike snapped.

" Any luck in finding out anything more?" Giles asked

" No" Spike was distracted by the watcher, why is she smiling at him, Oh now he made her laugh, " this isn't good" he mumbled out loud.

" What isn't good" Giles asked.

" Nothing, everything.. Look I need to keep a close eye on Willow she is talking to some jerk whose practicality undressing her with his eyes and I need to be focused. Willow and I will meet you at the usual time tomorrow." he hung up on Giles before he could reply. Willow and Tim both stood up, she shook his hand and sauntered back towards him. She yawned, " Goodness Spike I'm tired do you think we could call it a night.

" Certainly pet,

" Do you want me to get your stuff?" he asked.

" No, I've stored it in a locker for tomorrow." She answered.

The ride to her house was once again strained.

Spike wanted to tell her how hot she was, how hot she had made him.

They pulled up into her drive and Willow got out. " Thanks Spike."

He got out, and walked her to the door, " Gee you didn't have to.." she said feeling all tingly at how polite he was.

He touched Willow's arm, " I'll be staying with you."

" What" her mind screamed and her body felt flushed.

"The killer has taken the victims from their home. You have set yourself up as the next likely victim.. I meant what I said about you not being alone."

" Oh" she responded somewhat disappointed.

Willow unlocked the door. "God, my feet are killing me" she winced as she bent over to slide off the killer shoes. " Ouch" she limped over to the couch.

"Let me just unkink my toes and I'll make up the guest room K?"

He sat next to her, " here let me help and pulled her feet up into his lap."

" Oh" she squealed in suprize and " Oooo" she moaned deeper as his strong hands massaged her aching feet.

" Oh that feels so good," she laid back on the couch and closed her eyes, " I never knew you had such talented hands." She gushed.

he thought.

she thought.

She giggled, "Hey that tickles"

He caressed her arched with the palm of his hand.

" Oh my God" that feels so good." "MMMM yes "she hissed.

Spike was getting aroused listening to her. He felt a flush of pride that he could make her respond to his ministrations.

He ran his fingers between her toes

" Oh Oh.." she hiccuped... "I never thought dancing was such hard work.."

" You were very good," he said huskily

Willow felt the heat he was creating in her feet move like lightening up to her core.

"It's funny how the men responded," she said.

" What" he asked suddenly feeling all jealous?

" Some guys acted really shy towards me and others asked me out and the psychiatrist wanted to buy me jewelry." She explained.

" What did he say exactly?" Spike asked in concern.

Willow giggled, he kept saying he wanted to give me a pearl necklace"

Spike crushed her foot in his hand. " OWEEE...Hey that hurts" she squealed."

" Sorry, Luv," as he let go and tried to sooth her tired feet once again.

" Bloody pervert, You stay away from him." Spike growled.

" What's the matter?" Willow opened her eyes and looked down the couch at him

" I told him I didn't except gift, although he said he really wanted to give me a necklace."

Willow saw the anger on Spike's face, " What?" she asked.

" Spike, what the matter?"

" He didn't want to give you jewelry." He snapped.

" But he said..."

He cut her off, " He a little pervert stay away from him.

" I don't understand..." " Oh.. was it something sexual he meant?" she asked curiosity

" Never mind"

"Well you know what he meant I want you to tell me." She said.

He looked at her and saw that damn resolve face,

"It nothing " he said using his palm on her other foot. She rolled her eyes in pleasure, " Nice try with the distraction mister... Tell me I'm not some blushing virgin you know.."

Spike's hands stilled on her feet. He knew that she had dated the werewolf for over a year and although he was out of the picture he assumed that they had been intimate.

" Is it really disgusting then?" she quickly babbled trying to cover up her verbal faux pas.

Spike decided to ignore her questions.

" If you won't tell me I'll ask Giles or Xander," she said flippantly

He laughed, " I like to see the watchers face.. " he then growled.. Don't be giving the puppy any ideas."

" I'll look it up on the web. Don't tell me."

"Its when a man..." Spike couldn't meet her eyes. He stared at a spot on the wall above the television.

" It's when a man... comes...

" All men come... eventually...," she said nonchalantly like they were discussing what to watch on TV.

Spike cleared his throat and started over, " It's when he comes on a women's breasts." He said softly.

"OH, Oooo" her toes curled convulsively in his hands as she had a visual image of him bathing her in his..

"Oh" she repeated softly. Willow's face flamed and she felt her nipples were rock hard, she closed her eyes tighter.

Spike was rock hard. He kept rubbing her feet because if he stopped he thoughts he would grab her ravish her right on the bloody couch no matter what she said or did.

He heard her sigh. He looked at her at she was asleep.

He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep. He was dreaming she was rubbing her hands against his cock. He woke up and felt her against him. His eyes flew open and he realized it was her tiny feet kneading against him. He hissed,

Willow was dreaming that Spike was making passionate love to her she was asking him to give her...

A loud crash woke her with a start.

Spike came out of his passion-induced stupor.

Willow felt her feet pressed up against his very large erection

Spike jumped up off the couch, hoping he could still walk.

" What was that she stammered?"

Part Eight

Spike jumped up off the couch.

"What is it?" Willow said.

"Stay here," he commanded as he moved towards the kitchen door.

Willow noted he was walking kinda funny.

Willow rolled off the couch, grabbed a hidden stake, crucifix and holy water from underneath the entertainment center and headed after Spike. She slowly opened the back door and peered outside she held up the cross and stealthily moved out the door. Her eyes didn't see anything out of the ordinary nor did they see, Spike.

Willow felt something grab her wrist painfully and she dropped the cross, she was grabbed about the waist and half shoved, carried back into the kitchen.

She lifted her eyes to see her assailant and saw Spike in full vamp mode, yellow-eyed and furious.

"I told you to wait inside, damn it!" he growled. Her ass and legs collided with the dishwasher. Spike was gripping her waist painfully and his body was pressed up against hers. Her hands were trapped between their bodies; one was resting on his firm stomach, the other his hard chest.

"What in the bloody hell did you think you were doing?" he snarled. A tremor ran through Willow's body, not because of his visage or anger but in response to his close proximity.

Spike felt it and stepped back releasing her, his human face returning. His blue eyes flashed, " Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"No" her voice trembled slightly. " I thought you might need my help." She asserted meeting his glare with one of her own.

He ran a shaky hand through his short hair. " Pet, I can bloody well take care of myself, what if I was the murderer?" " YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES TO HIS VICTIMES!" Spike yelled.

"I'm not loony child like.." she bit off" Dru " ...that needs to be.."

He interrupted her and yelled, " GO TO BED WILLOW, JUST GO TO BED!"

Willow felt like she was going to cry. She wasn't sure exactly why; she turned and bolted to her room.

Spike stood in the kitchen clenching and unclenching his hands. He felt an emotion that he almost didn't recognize, fear.

Outside in the shadow of an elm tree the murderer smirked.

Willow threw herself on her bed. Willow sighed and buried her face in her pillow and cried out in frustration.

She fell into a restless sleep. She was awoken by a sharp rapping at her door. She sat up sleepily; it was still dark.

"What..?"

"Willow, it's me.. I have to get back to the mansion before sunrise..."

She opened her door and looked up at him.

He noted her mussed hair stuck to her face.

His hand moved without thought and brushed it off her cheek, " ... the house is locked up tight and promise you'll stay in and Giles will be back to get you about 11:00" he said softly.

She nodded sleepily and without thinking leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek, " thank you" she mumbled and stumbled back to bed.

He stood frozen in her doorway...

Part Nine

" So, Spike, how was the show last night?" Xander asked." Giles insisted I patrol with him." "Come on man... did she chicken out or what?" he asked.

"Who, mate?" Spike replied.

"Duh!.. Wills,.. Red-headed vixen by night masquerading as mild mannered net girl by day," He chuckled.

"My ears are burning Xan;.. what are you flapping your jaw about?" Willow teased as she walked in with Giles.

"I was asking Spike for a detailed report, but he suffering from a case of fang jaw" he laughed " Get it--lock jaw.. fang jaw?"

Willow rolled her eyes, and Spike groaned.

"So, Giles, any luck with research last night?" Willow asked.

"No, nothing new."

" Well, I hope to uncover something today. I have a date with Detective Baylass," She replied, turning on the computer terminal.

" A what?" Spike asked.

" A lunch date;.. I'm gonna pick his brains."

"Sure, Wills, you got the jones for the dick." Xander taunted.

" That's too dangerous, Willow!" He could be the killer for all we know. "You could be walking into his trap!" Spike blustered

"Don't be silly,.. It's a public place," she answered as she began to print out a document.

"Giles," Spike asked, < Help me out here? > his eyes pleading.

" Well, perhaps we should keep you under surveillance." Giles suggested.

"Oh, like Wills wears a wire like Angie Dickinson?" Xander asked excitedly.

"Not exactly, but a small listening device would let us in on the conversation--.. in case he says something incriminating." Giles replied wiping his glasses.

"I think I have just the thing." He said moving into his office.

Willow rolled her eyes and Spike grinned wolfishly.

Sunnydale diner, 12:00 Noon

Xander, Giles and Spike sat in the back of the brown van listening to the noise of the diner.

"Here he comes," she whispered.

"Willow, good afternoon, I'm so glad you could join me," Tim said.

"Thanks, I've been looking forward to it since last night," she smiled.

Spike rolled his eyes and motioned with his finger down his throat,a gagging motion.

Xander chuckled and Giles shushed him.

"So, Willow, you seem like such a nice young woman, not to be cliched but what are you doing working in a club like Millenium?" Tim asked.

"Why else, the cash," she shrugged her shoulders.

" Easier and safer ways to earn a living, you know," he replied.

"You know four women who worked there have been murdered, right?" he asked.

" Sure, it's all over the papers," she answered.

" So you're smart and beautiful, why work there?" he asked again.

Willow blushed. "You're even beautiful when you blush." Tim smiled.

" What's he doing trying to do,warn her off or get in her pants?" Spike growled.

" Shhh," Xander hissed. "He's coming on to her, I want to hear it, do you mind?"

"Thank you. The job fits in with my school work," she lied.

"Did you take dance?" he asked.

"No," she laughed

The waitress came over and they both ordered.

"You were very good by the way," he smiled.

" Thanks."

"I saw you with the blond biker guy," Tim remarked.

"Who?" Willow asked. " Oh, you mean Spike?"

" Yeah, are you two dating or something?" he asked.

"Something," Willow replied coyly.

" She's flirting with him," Spike growled.

" Shhhh," both Xander and Giles responded.

" He's a regular at the club you know." Tim offered.

"Yeah, I know," she replied, sipping the diet soda the waitress put down.

"He doesn't strike me as your type, Willow," Tim commented.

"Oh, what's my type? she grinned.

" Someone you're parents would approve of, someone with a good job, who can give you the future you deserve," he replied.

"You've given this a lot of thought," she replied, somewhat uncomfortable.

"You're not the only one who can do a little research, Willow," he grinned.

Willow shifted in her seat nervously. "I don't know what you mean," she fibbed.

"I bet you know what I eat for breakfast what brand of toothpaste I use and wether I've got on boxers or briefs?" he challenged.

"Neither," she said boldly.

"What did he say? How does she know?" Spike yelled.

"I can't hear over your yelling, Deadboy," Xander chided.

" So how about you and I......" The three men in the van heard a loud crash and Spike, in his nervousness, jumped and knocked the receiving device upon the floor of the van and it cracked.

" Damn!" Giles swore and picked it up.

"Fix it!" Spike demanded "We're missing what's going on," he whined.

"It's broken."

"Great, now I'm gonna miss it," Xander swore under his breath at Spike.

" What did you say?" Spike growled game face,glowering at Xander.

" Nothing, nothing,"

Spike felt like a caged animal. "Giles, you need to go in there and see what's going on!"

"I'm sure Willow can handle herself," Giles replied.

< I'm worried about what the bloody sod thinks *he* can handle> Spike thought to himself.

"What if something goes wrong?" Spike asked, "and she can't call for help?"

"She's in a public restaurant. She'll be fine." Giles reassured him.

" I'm getting kinda hungry," Xander said. " I could go in for a take out and give the situation the once over," he offered.

" Good idea," < Listen to me, I complementing the bubblehead> Spike thought.

Xander crawled into the front of the van and opened the door and walked to the restaurant. He came running out two minutes later and wrenched open the sliding door; causing Spike to hiss and throw himself back into the dark corner devoid of sunlight.

" She gone!" he gasped.

"What! Are you sure?" Giles asked.

" Bloody hell," Spiked moved toward the light as if to jump out; he hissed and moved back into the corner.

"Where the hell is she?" Giles asked as he moved out of the van. "Spike can you drive round to the back alley, keep an eye out, then we'll meet you as soon as we know anything." Giles directed.

Spike moved to the front of the van. He covered his head with his duster and drove the van round to the back of the diner.

Spike thought an eternity passed before Giles and Xander exited the restaurant.

"The waitress said that they left through the back way, hand in hand, ten minutes ago." Giles reported.

"Christ, I knew this was a bad idea!" Spike yelled.

Part Ten

Spike had been pacing for the past hour. He had called Giles twice on the cell phone; only to be told that Willow was not at Bayliss's apartment nor was she seen at the Millennium club. Fear clawed at Spike's gut. < He's probably already begun to torture and rape her.... How could I let this happen to her?....I'm so fucking useless; I can't even look for her now! >

In his rage, Spike vamped out, yellowed-eyed; he threw a chair against the stone wall. He heard it crack and watched it splinter. He wondered if that was happing to her right now. " Willow," he cried out mournfully.

" Spike?" she replied, frightened. Willow had walked in and seen Spike in a rage throwing things about. < Oh God, what happened? >

He whirled around. " Willow!" Without thinking he crossed the room and pulled her into a crushing embrace; "Oh Willow."

Willow was a little shocked to find Spike upset and vamped out. She then moved on over to confusion; as he hugged her like she was some long lost pet.

Willow gasped in surprise, both from the force of his embrace and the proximity to his hard body. Spike released her from his constricting embrace. "Are you hurt?" he asked, touching her face gently.

To hear concern come from his vampire visage was simply incongruent. <How can he be in a rage and all protective like? > "I'm fine," she replied softly raising her own hand up to touch his brow to make tangible this demonic face with this emotional outburst. < What's going on? >

Willow watched his face shift from demon back to human as her hand brushed his ridged brow. < Was he worried about me? > Willow's green eyes colored by confusion and desire gazed into his clear blue sky, eyes; "what is it?" she asked breathless.

"You got away...he didn't hurt you!" he stated joyfully and pressed his lips against hers.

Willow felt tingly, breathless as every nerve ending in her body was supercharged. All conscious thoughts were lost, she responded in kind. Her hands moved of their own volition to wrap behind Spike's head to pull him closer into her. His hair was so silky and her fingers stroked his head softly. Her body was drawn into his as if each of them were opposite ends of a magnet. Together it felt like they completed a circuit, a highly charged; sexual circuit. The charge emanated from his stimulating lips, her lips understood his need and opened, beckoning him deeper. The touch of his tongue against hers promised lascivious pleasure. She could feel his cool, hard body pressed firmly against her hot, soft one. Her breasts molded themselves against his powerful chest. Her nipples hardened in amatory delight. She felt his strong hands kneading her back,sending wave after wave of desire undulating throughout her body, as he traced a wanton path along her spine. Her belly button felt the tip of his burgeoning erection press against her, demanding an invitation into her being. His powerful thighs, twin pillars of strength, promised sanctuary to her yielding limbs.

He felt sparks course throughout his body as soon as his lips touched hers. She beckoned him into her hot, wet, mouth where he licked and tasted her exotic elixir. He burst into flames as her body pressed against his. He felt reborn, alive, no longer a cold empty shell. Her fiery, pliant essence filled him. He was a live mortal man once again; he felt his heart pound, his skin tingle, as he drank in her nectar. His chest rose and fell in a sensual dance of familiarity with her tempting breasts. He felt her shiver under his relentless embrace. His cock was throbbing against her arousing flesh. Her lithe form surrendered against his resistant one.

Giles and Xander walked dejectedly into the mansion. Both were dumbstruck to see Willow and Spike glued together like pages in a book; a romance novel.

Giles cleared his throat loudly, but the lip-locked unit was emitting growling and purring noises of pleasure, oblivious to them.

Xander needed to do something; because the sight of Spike and Willow's exploring one another's mouth like they held some buried treasure, not to mention their bodies pressed seamlessly together, made him feel faint.

He moved across the room and grabbed a handful of each of their hair and yanked. Xander swore he heard the sound of whooshing air like when a vacuum is released when their lips popped apart.

" I hate to interrupt this little love-feast but Willow, where the hell were you and have you lost your frigging mind?" Xander asked fuming.

Willow and Spike brains each seemed to begin working once again. < What the hell was that? > Spike thought feeling like a small child caught sneaking sweets, < oh she is so much more tasty than sweets and hot and...> he shook his head to try and make his bloodless brain begin actually working.

Willow face flamed scarlet. < Oh MY GOD, I have never felt anything so.... so...incredibly hot and mind-blowing... ever like him. > Willow sucked much needed air into her oxygen-deprived lungs.

" She's alive!" Spike growled huskily.

"Another minute and she'd have been either been brain dead from lack of oxygen or swallowed whole!" Xander snapped.

Willow 's legs were shaking; her whole body was quivering. < I need to get out of here...oh my Goddess he is so...snap out of it.. get a hold of yourself.. deep breath..>

"Yes, well, Willow, erm.. we had some technical difficulties and lost track of you." Giles began trying to return to some semblance of order.

Spike's brain started to flood with much needed blood. He started thinking again. He felt cold, empty and very, very cranky. < Look at her face flaming scarlet, matching her hair... what is she thinking... she's embarrassed... and all I want to do is take her here now on the cold floor and let her fill me with her fire and warmth.> < Stupid wanker!>

Part Eleven

Willow moved over to the conference room table and sat down, her legs still feeling shaky. < God, my face is flaming, I can feel it, ... I can't believe I was sucking face with Spike.... and I was so...>

"Well, can someone tell me what the hell is going on...?" Xander whined.

"As I was saying Willow, we had some technical difficulties and lost your transmission. We lost track of you and had no idea where you went with Detective Bayalss." Giles stuttered. " We thought he may have abducted you and was.. well .. Thank goodness your unharmed. Can you tell us what happened?" Giles asked his eyes darting from Willow's red face to Spike's glowering visage.

"He.." she said huskily. Willow cleared her throat. " He knew that I had been researching the murders, he guessed I went undercover after doing a little hacking himself." She explained. " He doesn't know about the hellmouth or Buffy or that kinda stuff. He warned me not to get involved. I persuaded him to show me his files.." she continued.

"Boxer or briefs?" Spike mumbled under his breath testily.

"What?" Giles asked.

Spike shook his head, indicating nothing.

"We went to the police station and compared case notes. Tim doesn't have any leads either. .. but he thinks Spike's the killer." Willow said solemnly.

"Me? Typical" Spike scoffed.

"Oh my, it's almost 6:00 p.m." Willow exclaimed.

"Dinner date with the keystone cop?" Spike asked sarcastically.

Willow; still couldn't make eye contact with Spike. " No, I've got to get to the club to get ready." She said putting things back in place that had gotten knocked over during Spike's tirade. " Maybe, Xander can be my back up tonight...?" she asked hopefully, not thinking she could ever look at the blond vamp again without flushing and feeling his mouth and tongue on hers. < Don't make some big thing out of a silly little kiss, Rosenberg. >

Xander sniffed, " You bet Wills, I'm your secret agent man.. Giles and Spike; think you guys can handle patrol tonight?" Xander asked.

Giles saw Spike roll his eyes and Xander proceeded to walk about like a peacock. Giles had to stifle a laugh.

< Sorry pet, despite your regrets I'll still be your back up. > " I'm going to grab a spot to eat before I head out." Spike announced and walked stiffly out of the living room.

< My goodness, please not another mortal-vampire love affair> Giles thought sighing heavily.

"So Wills, tell me about your outfit?" Xander teased as the two exited together.

Willow was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. < I can do this... I did this last night... Just look at Tim tonight that's all.. or Xander.. but not him.>

Nick introduced Willow and she took the stage in the same manner as the night before. She sought out Tim's face and smiled. He winked at her as she raised herself up on her two feet and began to rotate her hips in time with the heavy rhythm of Tom Petty.

Xander was sitting in the back of the club with Spike. "Holy Shit!" Xander said his eyes popping out of his head. " Willow is... she... is it hot in here or is it just me?" he asked looking at Spike.

Xander noticed Spike scowling at Detective Bayalss. Xander looked at the detective and saw him leering at Willow. Xander looked back at Willow and saw her shaking her ass at the audience. Xander felt sweat bead upon his forward and his pants felt way too tight.

He heard a growl and looked back to see Spike shooting daggers across the room at the grinning police detective.

Xander's eyes darted back to Willow and he saw her drop her top. He stood straight up and then felt Spike tug at his arm. "Sit down!" he growled. " I can't see the copper!"

Xander sat down and watched, feeling very aroused as Willow turned back around to face the audience, her hands covering a sheer black lace bra.

Xander swallowed hard, and held his breath. Willow removed her hands from her breasts and Xander moaned. Xander then felt Spike smack him upside his head. " That's your friend your drooling over mate, don't be getting any ideas."

Xander closed his eyes and tried to still his racing heart as Willow wiggled her might fine ass off the stage. < Shit, I need to see her do this.. like it wasn't bad enough before but now...>

"I need a drink," Xander said waving his hand to catch Tami's attention.

Willow quickly freshened up and changed into a short royal blue miniskirt and matching halter-top. She cursed the stupid high heels, and she wobbled out into the smoky club. She literally ran into Andy Sipowitz, the bouncer coming out of her dressing room. "Andy... sorry," she mumbled.

"Hey, no problem.," he grumbled, and moved away back into the club.

Willow eyes scanned the club looking for Xander; she spotted him sitting at a table in the back, Spike was with him... and the waitress Tami was sitting on Spike's lap looking really cozy. < Gee why doesn't she lean a little closer to his face and then all he'll have to do is open his mouth and he can swallow her breast. > She had a job to do and wasn't going to let that silly little kiss in the library make her forget it.

Willow sauntered over to the table, and noting there were only two chairs, both occupied, and since Tami was perched on Spike's lap, she plopped down on Xander's lap. "Hey Xand,"she smiled about to ask him what he thought, <he needs to take that big stake out of his pocket. It's rubbing against my ass.> She leaned in close and whispered in his ear,"Take the stake out of your pocket." Xander's face flamed and Willow blushed, realizing that it wasn't a stake rubbing against her ass. She giggled, and her body bounced slightly. " Wills," Xander said tightly, " sit still for Christ sake." Her eyes widened and she reached over to the table and took a sip on Xander's drink.

Spike took in the whole scene between Xander and Willow. He knew even without his vampire hearing the boy had a hard on. < Damn tease, I could just....>

"You were really good Hon," Tami stated. " You got em eating out of your hand.... Break's over; I'll see you guys later." She said, rising and heading back toward the bar.

" Wills, I gotta.. get up... I mean... use the... could you.. move!" Xander implored, looking embarrassed.

" Sorry," she stood up.

" Great," Spike snapped, " here comes the copper. < I'll be soul happy before I let her sit on his lap. > Spike reached out and took Willow's arm and pulled her toward him. " Hey" she gasped looking into his blue eyes for the first time. Willow lost the ability to speak. His blue eyes were smoldering dark blue flames. Spike pulled her down onto his vacant lap, just as the detective neared the table.

Part Twelve

Xander went out into the alley behind the club. < I can't believe...that Willow's so.... naughty.. I guess that vamp Willow was more like my Willow than any of us imagined. > Xander heard a noise like a soft moan. "Is somebody there?" he called out nervously. < Great, the only *stake* I' vegot is in my pants...X-man you need to start thinking with your head! >

A dark haired man came out of the shadows. "Hey, I saw you with the new dancer.... Willow, How about you introduce us?" the man sneered.

< RatBoy. Gee, Willow, you sure know how to attract the depraved and demon dimension. > Xander felt a cold, hard hand take his elbow and steer him back towards the club.

Willow felt Spike's cool arm envelop her waist, holding her firmly in place. Her ass suddenly felt all hot and she wanted so badly to squirm upon his lap and see what his *stake* would feel like against her bottom. Willow shuddered at her carnal thoughts. She felt his chin rest upon her shoulder.

<Can I ever think before I act? I could embarrass myself like the stupid boy! > He closed his eyes at the feel of her hot body so close to his, her Willow smell, setting his cold blood to heat up to a roiling boil. Spike felt her shudder slightly against him. He felt a pain in his chest at her shudder.

"Willow, Spike" Tim smiled broadly at Willow, as he sat in the vacant chair. Tim couldn't help but smile the murderous looks the blond biker was giving him.

"Detective, any new *suspect's* to report?" Spike asked, running his finger intimately from the tip of Willow's earlobe to the edge of her collarbone.

Willow's heart was pounding and she was desperately trying to find her voice.

< Why can't I think.. He has to be all grrr and sexy; goddess I hate when he does that... he just trying to agitate Tim. >

Spike felt her heartbeat speed up at his touch. < Is she afraid I'll drain her? > Willow squirmed in spite of herself and sighed loudly.

Spike drew in a deep breath of unnecessary air.

"Hey Guys, guess who's a big fan Willow's?" Xander rolled his eyes and pointed. "This here is Alex Krycheck; this is Willow, of course and Tim and Spike." Xander explained.

"Willow," Alex smiled, held out his hand. Willow lifted hers and Alex gently grasped her palm and ran his thumb over the back of her hand, stared into her green eyes, and dropped his gaze lower. < Willow felt like he was undressing her with his eyes and she didn't like it one bit. > She pulled her hand from his and turned sideways on Spike's lap. She reached her arm around Spike's waist and nestled her head against his shoulder. < Don't even look at me or else I'll sick Spike on you RatBoy! He's probably the killer... he's nasty. >

Spike's first impulse was to rip the spooks eyeballs out and shove them back up his nose, while he held his mouth shut till he turned blue and died. However, Willow's cuddling created a momentary distraction. Spike shut his eyes for a second and he began to rub willow's lower back with his hand. He remembered where he was and that very likely one of these two men was the murderer. Both of whom were trying to get close to Willow. <Over My Undead Body! >

Willow felt like she was melting from the inside out. < How come I'm so hot if his hands are so cold? > " Spike, I'm kinda tired. Do you think we could go home now?" she asked,lifting her hand and softly caressing his chest. < If I don't get off his lap.. and he doesn't stop rubbing my back.. I'll be making a fool out of myself.>

"Anything for you, Pet." He leered at the detective and spook. Willow stood up. "Xander, are you staying or coming with us? " Willow asked.

Spike gave Xander, an 'I'll kill you if you join us' look. Xander shook his head. < Damn it, Willow, Didn't you learn anything from Buffy about vamps? >

Spike held on to Willow's hand as they left the club. " Spike, I think that Krycheck is the murderer. " Willow said. "I think we should check out his place, while he's here." She smiled brightly.

Spike's stomach did a little flip-flop. < Must have been bad blood, I ate. > "Alright, I'll drop you home and then do a little breaking and entering." He said.

"No, I'm going too." She stopped and pulled her hand from his. "Willow, this man even if he isn't the killer is a very dangerous man." Spike replied.

"Master of the obvious! I'm going with or without you." Willow snapped angrily.

"No, You'll be going home to bed, like a good little witch!" he said gripping her elbow and moving toward the car.

"Let go of me you big..."

"Is there a problem Willow?" Tim asked moving towards the arguing couple. <That blond bastard is the killer and she won't accept it... God I don't want to see her come to the same end as the others. >

" No," shouted Spike " Yes," growled Willow.

Spike let go of her arm like it was a religious icon. < How do you like that.. the little tease is going ta make like I'm man handling her. >

"How about I give you a ride Willow?" Tim offered.

"That be great... Thanks" she smiled at Tim.

Spike stood there watching the copper lead Willow to his car. < Well, I'll not be all soul happy, over the stupid little witch's games. >

Part Thirteen

Spike watched Willow get into the oafish detective's car. He got into his car and drove away before them, spewing gravel in his haste. <The little red-hair witch.. I can't believe her! 'Take me home Tim', making googley eyes at the stupid wanker.. she just thinks... Wait a bloody minute... she's going to get rid of the copper and try and search the spook's house...yeah, well just see little girl! One thing I've learned in my years as a vamp is to steer clear of government agent types.>

Willow managed to calm down on the car ride from the club. < How dare he think he can treat me like some child.. sending me off to bed. I want to catch this monster.. I don't know how much longer I can do this dancing thingie. >

"Willow, did he hurt you?" Tim asked

" What? Mark," Willow replied, breaking out of her silent reverie.

"Did he hurt you? He had a good grip on your arm!"

"Oh no, he just gets too overprotective at times, he thinks he know what's best for me and treats me like a little kid," she explained.

Spike sped to Ash Street and parked behind Willow's block. He ran through a backyard, narrowly avoided getting bit by a sleeping dog, and tore his shirt as he vaulted over a chain link fence. < Damn her! > He saw the copper's car pulling up into the driveway. He quickly movedround to the side of the house, climbed the trellis and went into her room through the French doors.

The demon stood back in the shadows watching the vamp. < Soon, very soon you shall be mine Willow!>

Tim walked Willow up to her door. "May I come in? I'd like to talk some more about the case." he asked

Willow hesitated, < Spike's likely to show up and make a scene... and I really want to get over to Krychek's place before he leaves the club. Although, Tim may have some new information. > "Sure, come in." she gestured unlocking the door.

< How do you like that, why is she inviting him in? > Spike questioned, listening from the upstairs hallway.

" Sit down, can I get you something to drink?" she asked politely.

"How about a cola?" he replied politely.

"Be right back." She returned with two glasses of soda.

"Thanks," he replied politely.

< Listen to them two, bloody polite, I'm about to heave from the sugar rush!> Spike rolled his eyes.

"So, you said you wanted to talk more about the case, Tim," Willow began.

"Yes, actually, I'm worried that you're putting yourself in great danger by being at the club; and I wish you'd stop dancing there," he replied evenly.

<Oh, boy, she going to let you have it right between the eyes!> Spike grinned.

"Tim,that's so sweet of you to worry, but I'm actually very good at taking care of myself, and besides I've got back up," she answered pleasantly.

<What? I'm going to heave... listen to her all honey voiced.. she's flirting with him,> he growled softly.

"It's your back up that concerns me the most, Willow," Tim responded.

" I told you before I think this Spike character is dangerous.. and he proved that tonight when he manhandled you, he continued.

Spike clenched his fists.

"No,things got just a bit out of hand tonight, Spike just gets worked up sometimes, but he actually takes his bodyguard duties seriously," she laughed.

< Spike, smiled... She told you, loser! >

" So your not really involved then.. dating I mean?" Tim asked.

Willow felt a twinge of regret, " No, no.. we're just working together," she replied softly.

Spike felt colder suddenly. < 'Aww', Willow, please don't tell me 'you've' gone soft on the copper? He's gonna put the moves on you, baby. >

"I'm glad, Willow," Tim said softly. He moved his hand and brushed her cheek. "I think very highly of you, and you can do so much better than that loser." He leaned in to kiss her.

Spike silently crept down the stairs, and peered around the corner... he saw..

Willow shove Tim in the chest as she jumped up. Tim lost his balance and fell of the couch onto the floor.

"Spike is not a loser, and you'd better leave now." Willow said firmly, moving towards the door.

<That's my girl.. you told him.. get rid of the dope.. toss him out on his arse! > He practically had to bite his own lip to keep from laughing out loud.

"Willow," Tim implored picking himself up off the floor, " You're not hung up on the peroxide cue-tip, are you?"

Spike narrowed his eyes, < I'll show you a cue-tip, and I'll clean out the sewers with your arse.>

"Tim, look it's late: just leave, now!" she said angrily opening the door. <Wouldn't matter if I was. >

"Goodnight" she slammed the door.

Spike felt positively giddy as the door slammed. < I'd better get upstairs and vanish before she sees me. >

Willow moved back into the living room. She picked up the two soda glasses and brought them into the kitchen. She checked her watch. <It's not too late...> Willow quickly moved toward the stairs. She kicked off her high heels and began to strip off her shirt as she started up the stairs. < I've got to hurry. >

Spike heard her coming up the stairs and he stood behind her bedroom door hoping she was going to use the bathroom so he could cross the room and get out before she caught him spying. Willow barreled into her room tossing her shirt and bra onto her bed, her short skirt hit the floor.

Spike caught sight of her bare alabaster back as she rushed into the room and he lost all brain function as the blood pooled to his lower regions, when her short skirt hit the floor leaving Willow clad in a skimpy pair of sheer black panties. He knew he needed to do something. The only thing he wanted to do was bury himself into her fiery center. He swallowed hard, wondered when the room had gotten so hot, and began a mantra:* don't turn around, don't turn around.* Willow turned around to get a pair of sweat pants out of her dresser.

Spike practically groaned aloud as he caught sight of her creamy, rose-tipped breasts. He watched as she bent down and slid the pants onto her legs and he drew blood from his own lips when her breasts bobbed with the slight movement. She then removed a black sweat shirt and slipped it on. Spike was rock hard, and was torn between grabbing her and having his way with her, and grabbing her, and begging her to let him have his way with her.

Willow looked for her brush on her dresser and realized she must have left it in the bathroom. She turned around to exit the room and saw someone standing in the shadows of her room. Willow screamed.

Part Fourteen

"Shhhhhh, It's only me.." Spike said, moving out of the shadows. Willow, reacting on instinct and Buffy's training, landed a roundhouse kick to the intruder's groin.

"Ugh.." he groaned as he fell to the bedroom floor curled up in a fetal position, trying to catch his undead breath.

"Spike, Oh Goddess,...You were spying on me and Tim..." Willow yelled, pacing like a caged animal about Spike's prone body.

"You cold hearted bastard...How dare.... Oh... MY!" Willow stopped in her tracks as she realized he had seen her change.. seen her naked! Her face flamed and she bolted from the bedroom.

Spike's groin still was throbbing painfully, < I never thought she was such a tigress. Some of Dru's insanity must have rubbed off on me ... cause her catching me and kicking me jewels has only made the damn diamond harder! >

Spike pulled himself up off the floor and slowly moved after her.

Willow was about to open the front door. Spike leaped from the stairs, <She is not going out .. to get herself killed! > landed a bit unsteadily, and fell into her, pinning her up against the door.

Willow's eyes flew open wide. She felt Spike's hard body pressed up against her and that wasn't all she felt that was hard and pressed up against her.

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

"Where do you think your going, Red?" he growled.

His testy tone snapped her out of her desire-induced silence.

"Get off me!" she shoved at his chest. " I'm not some child that you can control with threats!" she hissed.

Spike pushed back against her hands with his body, his erection rubbing against her abdomen.

"I'm not excited by little children and furthermore, Red, your insolence sets my blood to boil!" he whispered and caught her ear lobe between his teeth and sucked it gently into his mouth.

Willow closed her eyes and knew if he wasn't holding her body upright, she would have fallen to the floor. "So..."she groaned "you think you can deter me now with.... Ohhh!" she exhaled as he moved from her ear to lick and nuzzle her neck.

Her palms kneaded his hard chest and she arched ever so slightly into his pelvis with her hips.

It was Spikes turn to groan. He moved his head back and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and met hers, giving as good as she got. She slipped her hands up around the back of his head to keep him prisoner. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her back away from the door and slipped his hands onto her ass lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips and they both moaned in pleasure as their arousals. Met, grinding against one another, much the same as their mouths. He staggered backward until he hit the couch and he fell down upon it. He managed to keep a hold of Willow, but the impact of her core slamming into his cock as they fell upon the couch almost caused him to climax. He could feel her heart racing, slamming into his chest. He tore his mouth away from hers and she panted, trying to draw needed air into her lungs. He moved back and reached between them to pull her sweatshirt up and off her hot body.

She lifted her arms to help him and he growled deep in his throat when he saw her flushed rosy- tipped breasts inches from his face. He moved his hand up to cup one, gently running his finger around the darkened areola. Willow arched forward, threw her head back and gripped his neck like a vise. He moved closer and blew his cold breath on the nipple and she moaned out loud.

"Spike," she whimpered. He could take no more teasing. He latched onto her hard nub and sucked greedily. She screamed and clawed at his neck and shoulders and writhed upon his lap. His other hand teased the other breast, pinching more sharply then he intended as he was distracted by the heat he felt emanating from her core.

She keened, "Please... oh please.."

Spike could take no more. He grabbed her more firmly about the ass. He slid off the couch to the floor and laid her gently upon the carpet. He pulled back to remove his shirt, and he thought once again that he might climax just looking into her passion glazed, dark green eyes. He watched her chest rise and fall and he could hear her heart beat. He stood and slid out of his pants. He saw her eyes drop to his freed erection and he saw her smile.

He dropped naked to his knees, lifted her hips and drew off her sweatpants and her panties. He pushed her knees farther apart, gripped his member and plunged into her weeping center. She yelled in surprise at the intrusion and he moved his mouth back to her lips to take her hot breath into his being.

It was his turn to moan in shock when she tilted her hips and thrust up against him and he felt her tight walls grip him. He began to move slowly in and out of her, while his tongue met hers in a mirrored dance. Spike knew he couldn't last long, his body, and his blood, was being consumed by her essence. He thrust faster and harder and felt her hands clawing at his back and ass, she tore her lips away from his and sucked in air and screamed out his name as she clenched down violently on his cock. He buried his head into her neck, his imminent climax causing his game face to appear he bit into her neck as he climaxed. Willow felt her walls clench again and she lost consciousness.

Part Fifteen

Her blood was hot and fiery just like she was. Spike sucked her liquid fire into his mouth and immediately grew hard again. He felt her womanly heart grab him and wring his essence back into her body. He gasped and fell in a heap. His body was reverberating with sensory overload. His limbs couldn't respond. He must have dozed off a moment for the next thing he knew ,he heard pounding. He lifted himself off Willow, " Oh Red, ..I'm too heavy you..", he saw her unconscious form. < What have I done? I've killed her! I've drained her dry! No! No! > He grabbed her stilled form and pulled her into his arms. She's still warm and breathing, Thank goodness! > "Willow," he said softly caressing her face.

Spike was distracted by the pounding, on the door. " Just a bloody Minute," he yelled.

"Spike? Is that you?" Xander yelled.

Spike felt panicked. < What have I done?> He looked down at the beautiful naked women he cradled in his arms. She seemed in a deep sleep. His eyes raked her body still flush from their lovemaking and landed on her neck. Two tiny holes leaked her fiery blood. He wanted to take her all over again, never mind Xander, never mind she was unconscious. He shook his head to clear his thought. <Oh Damn! What if she managed to unlock the door? He stood abruptly, Willow still in his embrace.

"Ah,.. Oh Shit," he looked around the room. " Hang on, Xander," Spike dashed for the stairs.

He laid Willow down on her bed and pulled a sheet to cover her. She sighed and shifted in her sleep.

Spike's whole body twitched in response to her. He wanted to crawl into bed next to her. < NO! NO! Get rid of Xander.> Spike heard Xander's voice call up the stairs. <The little shit is in the house.> Spike headed for the stairs and was halfway down before he realized he was still naked and semi- erect. >

"OH, FUCK!" two male voices said.

"Spike!" Xander yelled. "Oh.. you and Willow didn't.. aren't," Xander shut his mouth and shook his head as if to clear the image from his mind.

"Shhh, Willow is sleeping," Spike replied, pushing past the dazed Xander to grab his pants.

"This is not happening. This is some nightmare I'm having ! This is just a bad dream. I'm going home now, and when *I wake up*" Xander mumbled to himself as he moved to the door and let himself out.

Spike locked the door; he moved back upstairs to check on Willow. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her sleep peacefully. Spike caressed her cheek softly, "I'm sorry Red. I'm so sorry." Spike watched her sleep for two hours and just before dawn he left.

Part Sixteen

Willow woke up and rolled over. She was terribly thirsty. <Spike.> Willow realized she was in her own bed, naked but alone. < Oh Goddess, it's almost 10:00 o'clock. She rolled out of bed and padded towards the shower, initially noting a slight discomfort from her sex. As she flashed back to their coupling the dull ache blossomed into arousal... <Willow girl you need a cold shower.> Willow quickly set the facet and entered the shower. < Gee, the least he could have done was leave me a note.. Thanks for a... What if he left because .. If... I... was a disappointment...> Willow stepped out of the shower, and wrapped herself into a towel. She wiped the steam off the mirror and spoke to herself, "it's not like your Miss Experience with men." <I'm sure he was real impressed with you falling asleep too. > The mirror steamed up; Willow brushed her teeth and returned to her room to dress. She pinned her hair up and put on a pair of jeans and a pale blue tee shirt. Willow used her compact to apply her makeup. She dashed downstairs and stopped, staring at the carpet. Her sweat clothes remained were Spike had tossed them. Willow blushed, and felt a twinge of desire tear through her once again. She picked up the clothes and set them on the staircase. She moved into the kitchen, grabbed an orange juice and left for the mansion. < So what now?, "Hi Spike, thanks for the hot sex." Just act like nothing happened.. let him.. take the lead.. he did ok with things last night.> Willow smiled and backed her car out of the garage.

Spike was pacing in the basement of the mansion. He had had no sleep. Now you've got to face her. What do I say, * sorry I almost killed you*! Sorry I haven't been with mortal women so I was a bit selfish. "You see Willow, as a vampire ages he can't last very long." <What a stupid bullock I am.>

Xander was up the entire night fretting about Willow and Spike. He wanted to confront the vampire but felt he should talk to Willow first. He was eating his fourth donut when she walked in the living room. "Hi, Xan, save any for me?" she said, smiling. Willow walked over and sat down next to Xander.

" Wills," he couldn't meet her eyes for some reason. < Just tell her how you feel. > He took a drink of his soda, lifted his< head, and spewed the soda out his mouth.

"Xander!" she squealed, "What is the matter with you?" she said jumping up out of her chair.

"The bastard bit you!" Xander yelled.

"What?" asked Giles walking into the room.

"What?" Willow repeated. <He bit me, Oh Goddess I remember!> Willow sat back down in the chair as her face flamed. < Now they both know...>

"I'll kill him!" Xander raged.

Giles was by Willow's side and turned her head to look at her neck. Giles saw small puncture marks and some bruising. " Willow, I must advise you that this practice is highly inappropriate and dangerous,.... he lectured.

Willow interrupted them both. " Look, this is between Spike and me... and I don't need your permission or advice about my sex life!" she snapped.

Giles blushed scarlet.

"Willow, he's worse than Oz... at least Oz was human... most of the time.." Xander reasoned.

"Shut up Xander!" Willow retorted.

"So where the hell is your new boyfriend anyway?" Xander asked sarcastically.

Spike had been standing unnoticed in the doorway. He choose that moment to make his entrance. He had decided what he needed to do. This was going to make things a lot easier.

Spike cleared his throat, not able to meet Willow's eyes, "Look, Willow's right, not that it's either of your business, but Willow and I are not dating.. "

Xander interrupted Spike and stalked across the room towards him. "So what's Willow, your little fucking and sucking toy, you dead piece of..., " Xander hit Spike with a left cross, suprising the blond vamp, whose head snapped back.

"Why you little turd, how dare you use her name in the same sentence with .." he roared and hit Xander back, sending him sprawling onto his ass.

Giles yelled, and crossed the room to break up the fight.

Willow slipped out the mansion unnoticed, tears leaking from her green eyes.

Part Seventeen

Giles had successfully managed to stop Spike from pummeling Xander into tiny pieces. However, Giles glasses had been broken in the fray and it appeared so had Xanders nose.

The two men breathing hard, the vamp scowling menacingly, when' all spoke at the same time; " Where's Willow?"

" Great, just fucking great!" Xander whined nasally, as he tried to staunch the flow of blood from his throbbing nose.

" Xander, perhaps you should get cleaned up, and go and find Willow." Giles suggested, glaring at the source of all the woe.

" Stay, away from Willow, Deadboy!" Xander hissed as he exited the living area.

"Well, that was a fine show, Spike." Giles commented while trying to unbend his glassess.

" Look, Watcher, I may have reluctantly agreed to help your band of misfits but that doesn't mean you get to tell me how to bloody behave!" he growled.

"No of course not, I couldn't be happier that you've had your way with Willow, and discarded her. Why on earth would I want another of my charges involved with a vampire?" Giles snapped, as did his glasses.

Spike rolled his blue eyes and shook his head. " Don't get your tweed in a bunch. .... Look, she's just a young girl, ...it was a mistake... not one I'm going to repeat." Spike explained.

" I see, so I guess that means your insanely jealous tirades will end.. and you'll stop devouring the*girl* with your eyes and... will refrain from killing any man who dares look at her?" Giles asked smirking.

"What exactly are you implying? That I've gone all soft and soul happy bout the little chit?" Spike asked his eyebrow peaked in challenge.

"Did I forget to mention, that you practically turned yourself into dust when you thought she was taken. Let's see, how about the scene I witnessed here.... The heat you two were emanating, steel could have melted." Giles droned on in a haughty voice.

" Oh, and Spike, I think you might want to get glasses, because Willow is certainly not a little girl anymore!" Giles finished.

"Shut yer trap!" Spike growled halfheartedly as he sat down. "I'm worse than the big Poof, aren't I?" Spike asked, embarrassed.

Giles laughed, " No, Willow is an extraordinary woman.. and for the life of me I don't know what she sees in you."

" She fancies me?" Spike asked hopefully. < If she did she surely doesn't now not after you slam banged her and snacked on her neck you bloody sod! >

" Willow was very hurt by Oz, and I've seen her fight her feeling for you, unsuccessfully." Giles continued.

"He hurt her? How?' Spike growled angrily.

" It not really my place to say." Giles said, moving towards the door.

" You'll tell me what he did to her or I'll beat it out of you!" Spike threatened grabbing Giles arm.

Giles winced in Spike's iron grip. "Willow found out soon after they were... er.. intimate that he had been cheating on her with.. um... groupies." Giles said anger darkening his eyes. " Willow was devastated; he tried the, 'it was just sex' excuse. She broke up with him, not unconvinced his cheating was her fault that she wasn't 'desirable or exciting enough'".

" Why the little hair ball.. I ought.." Spike threatened.

Giles removed a stake from his back pocket and touched Spike's chest with it.

" Spike, don't hurt Willow again or I'll stake you." Giles said flatly, his eyes conveying his deadly seriousness. Spike let go of the watcher's arm.

Xander had taped his nose and had gotten to Willow's just as a delivery person was.

"I've got flowers for Willow Rosenberg. Can you sign?" He asked Xander.

"Sure," Xander replied.

Xander, read the card; Willow, I'm sorry if I upset you, please call me Tim.

< Jeez Wills, why in the hell are you bothering with Spike when you got a good guy like this buying you roses. >

Xander knocked on the door; he went into the garage and saw her car was still gone. Xander decided to let himself in to wait for her.

Willow had been crying for some time, parked by Meadowbrook Cemetery. < I'm pathetic, I need to stop this nonsense and get on with things. So what if Spike wasn't thrilled with you.. so what he probably was thinking about Drusilla anyway.>

Willow took a deep breath, and blew her nose. She was going to do what she always did when she was feeling depressed. She was there in fifteen minutes. < Barnes and Nobles, I'll browse, read and shop till I drop. > She got out of the car and headed towards the bookstore.

The demon had been following Willow all morning. "The vampire may have marked you as his but once his mark fades you shall be mine. Mine!"

Willow consumed two frozen mocha lattes, browsed through the computer science section, occult, new age and found herself sneaking looks at various books; ' promising to drive your lover crazy in bed'. When Willow checked her watch it was almost four. She gathered the dozen books she decided to buy and struggled to get them to the checkout. She flashed her plastic and was out the store headed back to her car. Her view obstructed, she ran into someone dropping all her packages.

" Oh, I'm so sorry.." she began.

" Willow, Hi, what are you doing here darling?" Tami, the Millenium club's waitress cried out in surprise.

" Hi, Tami, I've been shopping as you can see.

Tami began to help Willow pick up her books that had spilled from her shopping bag. '1001 Way to Quench His Insatiable Desire'; so Willow who's the insatiable guy?" Tami teased.

Willow blushed, " no um... it for .. me ok?"

"Let me guess it Spike? Right?" he always has this hungry look about him, Tami smiled.

< You don't know the half> Willow thought.

Xander must have fallen asleep on the couch, as he suddenly awoke to the sound of the doorbell.

Xander answered the door, and signed for a large package addressed to Willow.

< I wonder what's in here? Maybe I should open it? It could be ... something to eat or... Willow won't mind.>

Xander opened the box and smelled leather. He lifted the lid and tore the tissue paper away. Xander whistled as he lifted up a very short, red leather skirt. He saw the box also contained a red leather bustier, underneath this was a small red g-string. Xander was getting excited just handing the clothes. His ardor took a sudden plummet when his brain registered the question, who the fuck sent this to Willow? Xander had a damn good idea and he didn't like it one bit. He shoved the clothing back into the box and left, slamming the door.

Giles was wishing Willow were there to help him. He had a nasty headache from reading without his glasses and trying to work the bloody computer.

Spike was sitting at the conference table surrounded by ancient text describing demonic rituals. Giles had finally gotten used to the vampires constant anecdotes about his experiences with the various demons not described in the texts.

Xander rushed into the library and tossed the large package onto the table in front of Spike. " I thought we had an understanding, you would leave Willow alone?" he snapped.

" I haven't seen her all day." Spike said. " Did you find her?" he asked trying to keep the concern out of his voice.

" No! but I got your little present!" Xander swore, his eyes blackened from the earlier fight.

" I haven't sent Willow anything." Spike replied. " What is...?" Spike lost his voice as he lifted a red bustier in one hand and a tiny red g-string in the other.

"Hey guys, Willow called out cheerfully as she entered the room. Willow noted Giles and Xanders flushed faces, and Spike holding up what looked like women's underclothing.

" Nice color for you Spike." Willow joked.

Spike sputtered, " Um... you.. who... this..."

Willow walked closer to the table, " For me.. awe you guys shouldn't have." She said, taking the g-string and twirling it round her finger and smiling.

Part Eighteen

Willow twirled the red g-string around her finger." Gee, you guys shouldn't have," she smiled teasingly.

"Er.. Willow, the outfit is not from any of us," Giles replied, his voice rather strained, his face flaming a darker red then the outfit.

"Yeah, Deadboy Jr. here, swears that he didn't send the skanky leather outfit," Xander exclaimed, glaring at Spike.

"What's the card say?" Willow asked.

"Card?" Xander repeated sheepishly.

Willow dropped the garment and dug through the tissue paper in the box. She pulled out a small note card. "Great!" she exclaimed.

Spike felt like he had stepped into the sun. Willow's teasing voice, her scent, proximity, and his vision of her wearing nothing but the g-string; summoned his game face and his straining erection. Spike turned and moved away from the table. He wanted only to possess her, to feel alive and be cocooned in her liquid heat. He wanted to taste her essence and savor her blood. He wanted her blood to flow through his veins and her womanly essence to fill his mouth, as he claimed her with his manhood and filled her with his seed. Spike morphed into his game face. He shook his head and changed back into his human visage. < I will not morph out and ravish Willow. .. I will not morph out and ravish Willow. > Spike repeated this litany until he regained control of himself. < I'll not be involved with the bloody witch, I act like a fledgling around her I can't control myself from changing,stupid pillock. > Spike turned back around in time to hear Xander ask about the clothing.

"What? Who's the pervert?" Xander asked grabbing the note card; he began to read aloud:

"Dear Willow, Dinner tonight at La Rose Noir at 8:00, Alex."

"This is perfect," Willow smiled. "I can keep him busy, while one of you searches his apartment for evidence."

<I'm going to chain her up downstairs, before I let her go anywhere near that skanky rat! > Spike thought.

" No! No! No!" chanted Xander and Spike, who suddenly found his voice. "Excuse me, but the last time I checked neither of you was my keeper," Willow said testily.

"Come on, Wills, that guy is so skanky... he goes out into the alley to..." Xander suddenly stopped unable to think of a way to say it delicately.

Spike continued, "he's truly a wanker, Pet."

"After every performance..." Xander added.

"And how would you two know this?" Willow asked glaring at them both. Xander stood with his mouth open, looking sheepish.

Willow turned her green eyes to stare at Spike daring him to speak.

Willow was still hurting from his earlier rejection after their frenzied sex. < I may not be as attractive, desirable, or experienced as other women may, but I'll be damned if I let anyone hurt me again. I'll not be some poor substitute or runner up! >

"I forbid you to see that freak!" Spike spat out angrily. < That stupid little chit thinks she can handle him, he'll be all over her.. he's only interested in shagging her.. the skanky bastard.! >

Willow's eyes shot green sparks; she resented being objectified first as a sex object and then the next minute treated as some dumb incompetent. Her anger bloomed into a full force rage.

"How dare you!" Willow yelled moving closer towards Spike pointing her finger into his chest: "Just because we fucked once doesn't mean you have any say over me!" she spat.

Spike practically recoiled from her words. < How dare she talk to me like that? Me, William the Bloody!"> Spike pulled back from her and turned away from her, < I've gone from bad to worse, first Dru, now this little chit. I worry about her safety. I'veacted like a bloody schoolboy... To make matters worse the only impression I made, with my lovemaking was to leave teeth marks in her neck! >

Spike's own hurt coalesced into anger. He turned back to face Willow: "Apparently, I'm not demon enough for the likes of you! Go ahead and let a real demon Fuck You!" he hissed.

Willow's hand connected with his chiseled cheek, the impact sounded like ice cracking.

Spike struggled with his demon. This mortal woman may have emasculated the man whose body he shared, but the demon only wanted to possess her body and blood. The man's whose humanity Willow had touched wanted to be warmed by her soul. Spike struggled to remain in control of his demon. <I'll show her,> the demon raged. <I'll make her howl!> The man wanted to please her, yet felt terribly inadequate. His two personas battled for dominance.

Willow whirled away from Spike. She glared at Xander who was frozen his mouth still agape like a statue. Giles had his head stuck in a book, pretending to read; yet his face was scarlet.

Willow snatched up the g-string and threw it at Xander. " I won't be needing this!" she growled. She picked up the red leather skirt and bustier and stormed out of the library.

Part Nineteen

Willow was furious. < How dare he talk to me that way! He practically accused me of being some... some whore. I hate him! I'll show him ... I can handle myself.... Stupid dead ass... what every possessed me to..>

Spike growled and muttered that he was going to patrol tonight and practically flew out of the conference room. Giles put his unread book down. "Xander, you had best close your mouth unless you're attempting to catch some insects." Giles remarked, trying to regain some modicum of normalcy after the little scene he had witnessed.

"G-man," Xander stuttered, "What the hell just happened? I have never seen Wills so angry before and she hit him! Those two make my fights with Cordy seem like romper room antics."

"Yes, it appears that they still have a lot of unresolved issues between the two of them." Giles said, reaching up to his face only to remember that his glasses had been broken just that morning.

Xander suddenly just realized he was clutching the red-g string Willow had thrown at him.

"So, Giles, How about I cover Wills backside tonight... I mean be her backup at the restaurant.." he stuttered.

Willow tore off her tee shirt and slacks. She took off her bra and panties. <This leather is so constructing not to mention hot... I won't be needing you,> she thought tossing them into her backpack. < Boy, this skirt is short... > Willow tugged it to try pull it lower upon her thighs. Willow loosened the ties on the bustier and slipped it over her head. It gaped loosely over her chest. < Great, just great> She reached behind herself to try and tighten the stays. "Damn.. damn!" she muttered, Xander," she yelled, "I need you to help me!"

Willow stuck her head out the bathroom door and yelled "Xander Harris! Get your ass in here!"

Xander's eyes were as big as saucers. " Giles, if I'm not out in 10 minutes... come in after me." Xander cautiously moved towards Willow's irate voice.

He peered around the open doorway. " Yeah, Wills, you hollered?"

"I need for you to lace up these damn stays." She demanded as she turned her back to him. Willow cupped the leather bustier close to her breasts. "Tighter, Xander!" Willow rasped, practically unable to draw a breath.

Xander looked at Willow's reflection in the mirror; " If I pull any tighter your boobs are going to pop like overfilled water balloons," he teased. Willow met Xander's eyes in the mirror and smiled, " Don't make me Laugh. I could die from lack of oxygen." Willow turned around, and Xander couldn't help but leer at his best friends newfound cleavage. "Gotta admit Willow. Red is defiantly your color." Willow hugged Xander, "Thanks Xander."

As she pulled away, Xander put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her green eyes. " Wills, you don't need to do this to prove anything to the blond fang," he said softly.

Willow pulled away, " This is about catching a killer. Spike has nothing to do with this," she snapped.

"Sure, Wills... look I'm going to be your backup tonight... that Krycheck character is so skanky...we need to talk about our plan with Giles." Xander said taking Willow by the hand.

Giles had seen Willow in her stripper costume.. but this red outfit fit her like a second skin leaving very little to the imagination. Willow's every curve and valley was accentuated and molded by the red leather. < I can't say I blame Spike for getting in such a lather... the damn vamp should have made good on his threat to not let her go. > Giles cleared his throat and stifled a groan as Willow sat down in a chair near the conference table. His pants suddenly felt way to tight; he needed a drink... a good stiff drink....

"So Giles... Xander and I need some input about our plan. " Willow began.

It was decided that Giles would search the government agent's apartment while Willow was dining with him. Xander was going to blend in the restaurant and hang out at the bar and keep tabs on Willow. Willow agreed that if she needed his help in the restaurant she would call attention to herself by dropping a dish. ~~~~~ Spike had circled the cemetery twice and had beaten the embalming fluid out of two vamp fledglings before he dusted them. < Stupid little witch.. I don't care what she does ....or who she does it with... no...> Spike kicked the teeth out of a vamp coming up from the ground, < she can trot her pert ass all the way down to LA to play dress up with the big Poof, for all I care...>.

Willow was sipping a glass of champagne. She felt everything was going marvelously. < Alex has actually been very charming and polite...who would have thought it? Giles must be through with his search by now. > Willow knew that it was time to make a trip to the ladies room to check in with Xander.

She excused herself, and couldn't help but smile as Alex stood as she did. She exiting the dining room and looked toward the bar for Xander. < Where is he? >

"Willow," Xander was out of breath...

Spike had finished his patrol. It was only 9:30. < I'm damned to hell already... I can't trust those two stooges to keep her safe can I? I may as well swing by the restaurant and drain the spook. > Spike began to whistle and sauntered back toward his car. He decided to check in with Giles.

Giles answered the cell phone. " Yes," he replied. " It's me.. Have you found anything incriminating at the rats house?" Spike asked.

" No... nothing that would link him to the murders of the women." Giles replied.

"Damn.. What about Willow?" Spike asked trying to sound unconcerned.

"Well, actually I was just about to go to the restaurant, I should have gotten a call from she or Xander an half hour ago." Giles said tightly.

"Never mind, I'm closer!" Spike growled.

Spike burned rubber on his way to the restaurant. He entered and glanced around the dining room as the hostess clutched at his arm, telling him he was not dressed appropriately for dining. He saw no sign of Willow, or the rat. He brushed the woman off his arm and scanned the bar area. < No sign of the kid, either. >

Spike questioned the bartender and slipped him a $50.00. Spike didn't like what he heard. The bartender told him that Xander had sat at the bar for two hours nursing a coke and stiffed him on a tip. He said that he had seen the dark haired man and a pretty redhead cozying up to the bar together and that they had left together just twenty minutes ago.

Spike stormed out of the establishment and called Giles again. " She left with the bastard!" Spike shouted into the phone. " Have you heard anything from either of them?" Spike growled.

"No, and this isn't like Willow, or Xander for that matter." Giles replied.

"Tell me his address?" Spike snarled.

Alex couldn't believe his luck. He had high hopes for his date with Willow but never expected it to end like this. He moaned and pushed the redhead's head back down on his cock. < God she's good. >

Spike's vampire hearing heard sounds that enraged him. He vamped out and kicked in the door to the apartment.

The redhead, startled by the yellow-eyed demon, scraped her teeth along Alex's cock as she threw herself backward on the floor. " Jesus!" Alex screamed in discomfort, grabbing his member.

Spike had Alex around the neck and was about to snap it when his brain registered that the women screaming was not Willow.

He dropped Alex. " Who the hell are you? Where's Willow?" Spike snarled at the short curly haired redhead. "I don't know," she sobbed. "Please don't hurt me?" she begged tears coursing down her face.

Spike focused his attention back to Alex, " Where is Willow?" He yelled.

"How the hell should I know!" Alex grumbled, trying to get out of Spike's grip. " Ever hear of knocking before you drop in.?" Alex swore rubbing his sore dick.

" If you don't tell me what happened with Willow, I'll rip your dick off myself!" Spike raged, shaking the man.

"Calm down. She left the table to use the bathroom and came back a moment later with the young kid from the club... she was crying said she had to go ...something about you." Alex said.

"What? Why was she crying? What did she say exactly?" Spike asked, his human visage returning as his human body cramped with fear.

"She came in, upset, said she was sorry she had to go.. that Giles had called Xander and told him you.. Spike.. had been badly hurt while on patrol." Alex explained.

Spike swore, " The demon's got her!" Spike tore out of the apartment.

Part Twenty

Spike in game face growled as he stormed through the broken apartment door.

Alex shouted, " Next time call first!" to Spike's retreating back.

Spike hit redial on the cell phone. " Giles, the demon's got her!" he hissed.

" I know, Xander just called, he said he was ambushed and knocked out at the restaurant. He said he didn't see who struck him but that Willow was gone as was Krycheck when he awoke a few minutes ago." Giles reported tightly.

" The stupid fool... how.. Giles,...I should have never let her go.." Spike said angrily.

"Look, why don't you go to Millenium club and see who is there? It might help us figure out who the demon is. I'll talk to Xander some more and see if he has any more useful information," Giles offered. " Call back in thirty minutes," Giles said and hung up.

Spike sped towards the club. < Why didn't I listen to my inner demon, chain up the witch; have your way with her until she screams with pleasure... no... let the little tigress smack you instead.... Get all soulful and brooding like the big Poof...bemoaning whether or not she likes you! Stupid fool now she's going to be tortured and killed by some monster. > Spike wiped a blood red tear from his eye as he parked his car to enter the club. ~~~~~~~

Willow mentally berated herself for the thousandth time. < How could I have been so stupid? > Willow replayed the events in her mind. < I should have been suspicious when Xan was not at his post at the bar. Then Xan is behind me all out of breath. Jeez, Willow, why didn't you notice he was wearing a different outfit than before. Duh, it's a shape shifting demon! So the Xander/Demon tells you that Spikes been hurt and you start crying .. over the big jerk... but lets not forget your manners.. you at least told Alex you were leaving. Actually Rosenberg, that might be a good thing, cause then Giles or Spike may be able to find you.... like he even cares... What about Xander? I hope he's OK. Where the hell am I? It dark and smelly and it looks like some medieval dungeon. My evil vamp self would think she's at Disneyland here with the thick chains... Yikes, what the hell is that thing used for?...Not my idea of four star accommodations. The Xan/ Demon chloroformed me... I could be 100 miles away by now. I still don't know who the demon is either. >

Just as Willow finished that thought, the dungeon door opened with a loud squeal. In walked the demon in its true form. Willow felt the bile rise in her throat... < It's hideous... that smell... and its going to rape and torture me and until I die! > The creature looked at her with its large obsidian insect eyes. Its large mud colored thorax oozed what look like yellow-green plasma from its pores. The demon moved several feet closer to her on its spindly brown legs. Its legs were segmented and covered with darker brown colored carapaces. As it walked it made a slight crunching noise that sounded like a roach being crushed under your shoe.

Willow stood immobilized her mind silently screaming. The mutant insectoid stood about six feet tall from its spindly legs to a set of black twitching antenna. < Oh Goddess, it head is shaped like an ant....Yuck... I hate em... and it seems to have jowls on the sides of it head...are they venom sacks?..> The demon had two sets of long opaque wings on either side of it thorax much like a dragonfly. The hideous creature stopped about three feet in front of her. Its wings fluttered back and forth, one managed to touch her face. She felt a jolt of cold course through her body. So cold, yet the white lancing pain she experienced felt like fire.

The mutant moved back slightly, its legs making that revolting crunching noise. The demon was speaking to her in her head; * Don't worry Willow, I find his scent just as repulsive... soon his scent shall fade and his mark will have faded... Then you shall be mine... and he shall be punished for his insolence.. taking what was mine.* It uncoiled a long black forked tongue and licked along Willow's exposed cleavage.

Willow wanted to scream, but she knew she was going to vomit. She backed up towards the corner of the dungeon, turned around and heaved.

Willow's head hurt and her throat burned she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. < I think this demon is insane... Duh, understatement of the century... he tortures and kills women and I think its going to be sane. > Willow made herself turn back to look at the demon. Its black eyes glistened with malevolence. Willow noticed the creature had what looked like a stinger on its lower body that was pulsating and twitching. Willow felt weak with fear. Once again it projected thoughts in Willow's head; * You shall pay for your betrayal. I will make you burn and he shall be a witness* As Willow watched the demon shifted back to humanoid form. " Oh Goddess, No! You!" Willow croaked.

Part Twenty One

Spike noted the bouncer Sipowitz was at his usual place at the door. " Andy, have you seen Willow tonight?"

"No, man, it's her night off." Andy replied, blowing out smoke from his cigarette.

Spike hurried into the club and saw a buxom brunette dancing. He used his predatory visual acuity to scan the smoky club. He saw the nerdy psychiatrist up close to the stage. He saw Sam behind the bar and Nick perched on a barstool. Spike saw Tami, the waitress coming from the back room. Spike didn't see the cop. < I'm going to rip him apart. > "Spike," Tami waved him over to her. Spike moved towards her, <perhaps she knows something about the cop>.

Giles and Xander repeated all the relevant details to Tim Bayliss. Giles thought since Tim was already involved and knew about the case his police connections may aid in finding Willow.

" Hi, Spike, How's it going?" Tami asked smiling sweetly.

" Not so good, luv. Look, Willow's in trouble. Have you seen her or Bayliss tonight at all?" Spiked asked tersely.

" Gee, as a matter of fact I did see Tim, skulking around in the basement of the club... I went down there to get some wine..." she said matter- of- factly.

Spike grabbed her arm. "Show me the way" he said.

Tami lead Spike out into the alleyway and down a set of rickety stairs. A bare bulb lit the dim recesses of the basement. Spike saw another door off to his left. " Do you know where that leads?" he whispered.

" I think Nick said there's an old bomb shelter under the building." Tami responded.

" Ok, pet, thanks. I want you to go back upstairs now." He said softly headed for the steel door.

The next thing Spike felt was a sharp pain in the back of his head, exploding white light followed by darkness.

Willow had paced every inch of the dimly lit room. It reeked even more since she had lost her dinner in the corner. < OK Rosenberg, what can I use as a weapon against that monster. > Willow examined a narrow wooden table that had some sort of restraints upon it. She also saw the black pools of dried blood both on the table and about the floor near it. Willow, swallowed hard again. < Oh Goddess, I've got to get out of here. Her mind reviewed the post mortim information from the other victims. The women had been brutally tortured and most likely sexually assaulted. ... > Willow's mind flashed on the monster using its forked tongue..and is it the venom that burns? > Willow's chest still hurt where the demon had run it hideous tongue along her. < What if it uses that appalling stinger...or other stuff to 'molest' me with? > She picked up what looked like a large riding crop with a metal ball and small spikes upon its tip. <Maybe I can use this as a weapon... This should work nicely. > Willow picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. She eyed a dark black cabinet. I bet that's where he keeps his other *tools*. < If I can break in there.. I might be able to find some more weapons or a tool to get the hinges of the damn door! > Willow tried to use the blunt end of the riding crop to pry the cabinet door open. The dungeon door started to open again. Willow quickly moved to stand behind it, so that she could lash out at the monster. She heard the sickening crunching noise its legs made. Her heart beat double time in her chest. She lifted the weapon and started to swing it forward so as to connect with the demon's head. Willow's heart stopped in her chest as she saw Spike thrown over the creature's shoulder, blood pooling down his face. She pulled back with her arm

"Spike!" she cried out involuntarily. " Great Goddess, what have you done?" she yelled moving forward.

The demon projected into her head, * stay back if you wish to see your lover whole* Willow skidded to a stop as she saw a large pointed stake being held by the demon in its brown pincers.

Willow looked at the still open door. < I still don't know how far I am for help... Spike's hurt... he could kill him... we'll fight or die together. > The door slammed shut and Willow took a deep breath. "Please can't I tend to him? He's hurt!" Willow begged.

No! The vampire will be punished! * The demon moved toward the back wall and dropped Spike roughly unto the cement floor. Willow flinched as she heard his head crack on it. Tears began to stream down her face. The demon began to strip Spike's clothes away. " What.. are you doing...? Willow sniffled. The demon ignored her as he bent down to remove Spike's pants, Willow decided this was her chance to hit the demon. She ran at him, swinging the weapon. The demon lifted its arm and managed to block the blow, the metal tip wrapping itself around the hard shell of its forearm. The demon slapped Willow with its other arm and shoved her back roughly and she landed on her tailbone. * You stink of him. .... Thank you, Willow.. I think this shall be just the tool to begin the punishment. The demon reached for the manacles and pulled Spike's naked body upright and lifted first one arm than a second and clasped his wrists into the chains.

The demon turned and looked at Willow, * What do you think of your lover now? *

" Please don't hurt him," Willow begged, her voice quivering with fear.

" The demon raised up the instrument of torture and brought it down across Spike's chest. Willow screamed as if she was the one receiving the blow. The metal nails tore a narrow swath across his chest. Spike remained unconscious. Willow moved forward and grabbed the demon's arm as it raised the weapon again. The blow was slightly deflected, yet it still managed to scrape along Spike's ribcage. The demon grabbed both Willow arms. * Don't be jealous, Willow, you're turn will come.* Its long black tongue slithered out its mouth and once again licked along Willow exposed breast. Willow took a deep breath and tried to imagine it was a cute puppy dog. Its tongue felt like sandpaper scraping across her skin. She exhaled and moaned, " No!" as she felt the scraping tongue dip between the valley of her breasts. *Don't like me touching you there? * The creature let go of one of her arms and grabbed her hair and pulled Willow's slightly backward over its arm. Its tongue slithered out again, Willow began to scream as she felt it creep between her thighs.

"Leave her alone!" Spike growled menacingly, pulling against the metal restraints.

Part Twenty Two

Spike heard Willow's scream enter the black void he had been drifting in. His head and body felt an immediate pulse of pain and his demon asserted itself. He growled and pulled upon his restraints. The creature was harming his Willow.

The arthropod retracted its tongue, shoved Willow down, and turned to look at Spike. Willow scurried backwards quickly before she stood. Willow was never so happy to see a vamp in her life. She gave Spike a broad smile. Spike's yellow eyes took in Willow's lithe form squeezed into the tight leather outfit. His body immediately began to respond to her. He tore his eyes from her and glared at the stinkbug. The creature's antennas were twitching spastically as was what looked like a stinger. The demon morphed back into Tami.

" I'll rip you apart...you roach.. Let Willow alone!" Spike snarled.

Tami moved closer to Spike; " I've got to get back upstairs... the music's stopped, the stripper finished with her set... I'll be back after the club closes... and you shall witness how a real demon savors its prey.... I've always hated vampires.... and you, weak, stinking demon shall watch... and once I'm through with her... you're going to be the demon 'fall guy' and I shall be on my way to a new location..." Tami laughed as she moved toward the door. She looked back over her shoulder at Willow, before opening the door. " Say goodbye to your lover dear... but don't touch him!.. If I smell his stink on you... I'll make you wish you were never born!" Tami opened her mouth and unfurled the long black tongue and ran it over her own human visage mockingly. She slammed the door, laughing.

Willow moved across the dank room toward Spike. " Oh Goddess, are you all right... your bleeding pretty badly.." Willow cried softly looking into Spike's yellow eyes and touching his cheek. " I'm so sorry...It's all my fault..." she continued to babble as a tear slipped down her face.

The demon was in a great deal of pain. The smell of his own blood and Willow's proximity left Spike barely in control. " Willow, get back" he growled.

"Spike?" she looked into his eyes and saw raw hunger and something else. < Lust>. Willow backed up and picked up Spike's shirt from the floor, continuing to babble. " I was so stupid.. I can't believe I didn't know it was her, er, it at the restaurant.. let me just clean you up and we'll get out of here before it comes back."

Willow looked back into Spike's yellow eyes as she began to wipe the blood from his face. He growled under his breath. " Get back, Willow!" he hissed.

" You need some blood to heal," she said softly as she wiped at the blood across his chest and abdomen. His eyes narrowed, < I can't have her near me I can't control myself in this state. > " Get away from me before I drain you dry!" he yelled harshly.

Willow stepped back in shock and dropped her eyes. She took in his aroused member. < He needs blood. He took it before when we... er... God, I can't even say it ... had sex... so what if he... didn't really.. it's a matter of his life ... er unlife and my possibly death...>

She met Spike's eyes, licked her lips, took a deep breath then moved quickly forward. She pressed her body against his and stood on her toes and met his fanged visage with a hard kiss. He moaned and growled loudly as she stuck her tongue into his mouth and sliced it against one of his fangs. He sucked her hot tongue deep into his mouth. She ran her hands along his chest, up around his neck, along his shoulders. She kneaded the tightened muscles with her hands. Her hands continued to journey upward, scraping her nails against his flexed arms until she touched his bound wrists. She pressed herself flat against him. Spike strained against the bonds and bucked forward with his body. Their two bodies straining to meld as one. Willow moaned as she felt his cold body and marble cock push against her abdomen. She grabbed his wrist in her hands and angled herself up forward on tiptoes. She tore her mouth from his and tilted her neck. " Please, Spike," she keened huskily. Her body was on fire and she needed him.. wanted him.

He sunk his fangs into her neck and began to drink lustily. His cock was twitching and Willow was mewling and rubbing herself against him with her leather clad skirt. Willow felt her sex convulse with Spike's every suckle. As he drank her blood he felt his wounds heal and his pain alleviate. Her hot blood flowed throughout him. He needed to possess her totally. The only ache was in his cock. He tugged at the bonds violently and gasped when he wrenched them free from their metal confines.

He wrapped his bruised arms about Willow's ass, and lifted her up. She keened his name again and pulled on the back of his head, and wrapped her legs about his waist. He quickly turned around and pinned Willow up against the cold wall. He pushed her skirt up with one hand. He thrust into her liquid heat. Willow threw back her head and screamed. Her core was already convulsing from an orgasm that wracked her body as Spike had begun to feed off her. He filled her completely and his pelvis rubbing against her engorged clit caused her to orgasm again.

Spike tore his mouth from her neck and licked the oozing droplets then he began to pump violently into her. He moved a hand up to tug at her tight bodice and freed a breast, and sucked it greedily into his mouth. Willow gasped and moaned and moved her hips forward to meet his every stroke. . He grazed her areola with his fangs causing blood to pool, which he licked clean. Willow thrashed and bucked against him clawing at his back. They both came yelling incoherently.

Part Twenty Three

Detective Bayliss, after meeting with Giles, put out an all points bulletin on Willow. Since Spike never checked in with Giles at the agreed upon time, the three men decided to go to his last known destination.

Detective Bayliss, Giles, and Xander scanned the Millenium club. The smoky club was filled with regulars. Tami was flitting from table to table serving drinks as the newest dancer was flirting with the customers. Giles moved toward Niles Crane, Xander, to talk to Sam Malone at the bar, and Tim towards Tami.

Tami smiled up at Tim. " Hey, Tim, what'll you have?"

Spike felt Willow's head crack painfully into his as her legs fell limply from his hips. He swore aloud as his flaccid member slipped out of Willow's burning core. It shrunk further in response to the cold dank air of the prison. He gathered Willow's unconscious form in his arms and sank to his knees. < Damn! What have I done? Not again! What was she thinking! > Spike hugged her still form closer to his chest and buried his human face in the hollow of her unblemished neck. He sighed and thanked a God who no longer watched over him, as he heard the steady pulse beat of her fiery blood. < Damn witch! > He felt her warm blood trickle down over his chest as it continued to leak from his savage bite, from the other side of her neck. He also felt the mingled essence from their coupling leak onto his bare thigh.

The warmth and feel of her body and the smell that was hers alone made him surge with desire once again. His demon reappeared. Spike howled. He placed Willow down upon the cold floor. He slipped into his pants and struggled to button them, his member painfully aroused. He rushed the metal door, grasped it with his two hands, and wrenched inward with his entire demon strength and anger. The door creaked and groaned in protest but one set of rusty hinges popped. Spike howled his rage again and threw his weight against the door in the opposite direction. The metal split like wet tissue paper. Spike turned toward Willow, picked her up, and gently rearranged her red leather outfit. He stormed out of the dungeon. < I'm going to kill that fucking cockroach! >

Giles looked up at the sound of a collective gasp. His mouth dropped open as he saw Spike standing bare chested and Willow's unconscious form lying limp in his arms. Giles thought Willow was dead, as her complexion was pasty white and her slender arms hung loosely, as did her fiery hair. Giles stood so quickly from the table his chair slammed onto the floor as he rushed towards Spike. Spike yellow eye's saw Bayliss and the demon Tami. She was pointing at him and clutching Tim's arm.

" Spike, my God..." was as much as Giles was able to utter before Spike handed Willow into his arms. Spike moved with preternatural speed; his game face glared menacingly. Tami morphed into its true form and pushed screaming patron out of its way as it headed for the exit. Spike and detective Bayliss gave chase. Xander, holding his breath, rushed to Giles as he clutched Willow.

"Is she..." Xander croaked. "She's just unconscious..." Giles replied tightly. Giles noted that blood still trickled from twin holes in her pale neck. Since her head and arms hung down, Giles also noted the blood leaked out from her barely concealed breast. Giles moved towards a recently vacated table and lay Willow's prone form upon it. "The bastard bit her again!" Xander yelled. Blood flooded his face. Giles raised his eyebrows and wiped his sticky palm, which had previously gripped Willow's thigh, upon his slacks as he commented; " Apparently that's not all he's done."

Spike tackled the demon, sending them both careening into trashcans in the alleyway. Detective Bayless yelled, " Freeze! get you're hands up! Now!"

Spike used his fists to pummel the creature about the head and thorax. Its bodily fluid burned his bare flesh like holy water. Spikes own demon raged with the pain. < You will never hurt Willow again! > The creature's pinchers clawed at Spike's abdomen. Spike howled in fury and pain as the creature stuck him in the thigh with its stinger.

Giles was using a napkin to dab at the drying blood on Willow's pale skin. " We need to get her to the hospital, Giles!" Xander exclaimed.

"Her pulse and respiration are strong, I think she just passed out...< from blood loss and overexertion>... get some strong alcohol from behind the bar.... It should work like smelling salts." Giles ordered. Xander fetched a bottle of whiskey and undid the cap. Giles waved it under Willow's nose and called her name, " Willow.. come on dear wake up.. Willow".

She stirred slightly and mumbled, "Spike".

Several gunshots sounded outside the club; both men's heads turned toward the club exit.

Willow opened her eyes, and slowly sat up. " Giles? Xander? ... what... where's Spike?" she asked.

Part Twnty Four

"Where's Spike?" Willow asked, sitting up frightened.

"Xander, stay here with Willow," Giles commanded, dashing off towards the exit.

" Oh Goddess, Spike!" Willow cried softly as she rolled off the table, pushing pass Xander to follow Giles.

" Hey, Wills..." Xander started after her.

Giles pushed through the crowd to see both the insect demon and Spike lying prone and unmoving. Detective Bayliss was cautiously approaching the two still figures. Giles moved closer. He noted yellowish and green fluid leaking from the insect demon's head. Spike appeared to badly burned, as his uncovered pale flesh was smoking and oozing. His vampire visage was gone.

" Care to explain to me what the hell this thing is?" Tim Bayliss asked, nudging the large dead insect with his foot.

Giles replied, " That is your killer."

Willow's scream tore through the humid air, " No! No! Spike!" as she ran towards him.

Detective Bayliss caught Willow about the waist and pulled her roughly into his embrace. " I'm sorry Willow, he's dead."

" No, No... Giles.. we have to help him.... before its too late," she whimpered. " Let me go!" she yelled kicking Bayliss in the shin.

Giles took off his vest and called to Xander, tossing him the keys. " Bring round the car."

"Willow, stay back.. I'm afraid this demon fluid is caustic..." Giles explained as he used his vest to pull Spike away from the demon's carcass.

Willow stood helpless, tears coursing down her face. < Spike, Please be ok... I don't want to loose you... you stubborn assed vamp...>

Xander honked the car horn to clear the spectators out of the way.

" Xander, get the wool blanket from the backseat," Giles ordered.

Xander quickly moved toward Giles. " Eew... dead road kill..." he remarked.

" Xander!" Willow chided before beginning to cry harder.

Detective Bayliss knew he shouldn't allow them to take the body, but his head was reeling on how he was going to explain one dead creature let alone two.

Giles and Xander rolled Spike unto the blanket and managed to maneuver him into the back seat. Willow moved to get in the back.

" No, Willow, he too badly hurt... he could... the venom... shouldn't get on your skin."

" But, Giles,... " Willow argued, her lower lip quivering.

" Get in the front.. quickly both of you..." Giles commanded.

"As soon as we get Spike in the house, Xander, you're going to have to go to Willie's for more blood. I know Spike has some on hand but it won't be enough to heal him." Giles said.

The car stopped in front of the mansion and Willow bolted inside towards the blood packets that she hoped would heal Spike. Xander and Giles were just lying him on the floor ass Willow raced to his side.

" Spike," she crooned, " Please you need to feed." His beautiful face was a mass of oozing blackened flesh.

" Giles," Willow looked up at him, " he's not...". Willow shook her head and looked at Xander. " Don't just stand there, Harris, he needs more blood! Go!" she snapped.

Xander gave Giles a questioning look. Giles nodded affirmatively. < I only hope it isn't too late. This poor child is so infatuated with this vamp. > Giles thought, as he kneeled down next to Willow and Spike.

" Here, let me, Willow,... Go and run a bath... we're going to need to get him .... get the venom off him." Giles said softly.

Giles took the blood bag, stuck it with a fountain pen and held it to Spike's lips. Blood ran down the outside of the vampire's burned flesh.

" Spike, Please... Please.. I need you.... you have to drink.... Spike, I love you.... please.." Willow begged.

Spike could hear Willow's voice penetrating the painful blackness of hell. He was on fire burning up... He smelled her...< no... she can't be in hell... need to get her out... the pain...> Spike opened his lips and swallowed the cold blood. He morphed and howled in pain as the blood started to repair his damaged flesh. He opened his yellow eyes and saw the watcher and Willow. Giles lifted the next bag of blood as Spike greedily consumed it. < I hope Xander gets back soon...>

" Er, Willow... the bathwater...." Giles reminded her. < I need to get her out of here. He may try and attack her again in this state. >

" Spike, it's going to be alright." She smiled weakly and headed for the lavatory.

After his fourth pint of blood, Spike looked marginally better, although Giles could see that the demon face was racked with terrible pain. Spike growled and whimpered.

" Giles everything is ready." Willow said. " Spike we need to get that icky venom off.. help us to get you into the bath... ok?" she crooned softly.

Willow had brought another blanket from his bedroom and draped it over her shoulder. Giles used the wool blanket to protect himself as they both helped the weak vamp into the bathroom.

Spike's demon was aware of two things; intense pain and hunger. The pain caused him to growl and whimper as the two humans led him. He could smell her, hear her blood beat wildly. She belonged to him body and blood. His demon trusted her.

"Er. Willow... perhaps you should... see if Xander is back.." Giles said nervously as Willow was about to unbutton Spikes jeans.

" Giles," Willow giggled, " I've kinda seen it before... so it's no big deal.... Well actually.."

" Ahum.. well." Giles cleared his throat as willow gently pulled Spikes jeans down his narrow hips.

" Spike, you need to step out of you pants." Willow instructed softly.

He did as asked and Willow moved his naked body towards the tub, "step up, sit down.. that's it..." she said softly.

"Ew... what's... he's..." Xander uttered standing in the open doorway, out of breath.

" Good, Xander,.... He needs more blood" Giles uttered.

Xander moved forward, dropping the blood packets. He pulled Willow away from the yellow-eyed demon. " He dangerous, Wills. Besides, he's had enough of you blood!" Xander snapped.

Spike growled menacingly and stood up quickly. Water sluiced over his lean form as his hand shot out to pull Willow back towards him.

Willow squeaked in surprise as the vamp dragged her closer, lifted her in his arms and proceeded to sit back down with her. Bathwater splashed over the sides of the tub. Spike's cold lips latched onto Willow's neck.

Willow gasped as she felt Spike's fangs, pierce her neck. As he began to suckle, Willow felt an intense wave of desire shoot through her. She grabbed his neck and moaned.

" Giles, don't just stand there ... do something!" Xander whined.

Part Twenty Five

Willow was surprised as Spike picked her up and immersed her in the tub. She was even more surprised when she felt his fangs pierce the flesh of her neck, and he began to suckle her blood. Her body began to tingle all over. She had a fleeting thought about where the term blood lust came from. Her sex began to throb in rhythm with his gentle sucking. She moaned out loud her pleasure.

Spike's demon needed his mate; he took what was his and began to drink her fiery nectar. He felt his body begin to regenerate and the pain lessen. His mate called in pleasure to him; when he was strong they would hunt together.

"Don't just stand there, do something!" Xander whined. " He's going to drain her!"

Giles knew Xander was right. Spike was not thinking, only reacting to his demon's urges. " Willow!" Giles called sharply.

Willow was lost in an erotic daze. Her head dropped back and she arched her body forward as Spike continued to lap at her blood.

Giles pushed past Xander. " Where are you going?" Xander cried.

Xander in a panic moved forward and grabbed Willow about the shoulders and attempted to pull her from Spike's grasp. The demon lifted his head, roared his fury and tugged Willow back into his firm embrace.

Giles reentered the room with a large wooden post. < Thank goodness, I hadn't made this into stakes yet. Lets hope my aim is true. > Giles lifted the post and hit Spike up side the head with it. The vamp recoiled from the blow and fell backward into the tub, dragging Willow down on top of him. Xander snatched an unconscious Willow from the vamp's limp grasp.

Giles noted Spike's human visage had returned. The blood packets and Willow's blood had returned the injured vamp back to his youthful self. Giles swore. < Another damn vamp, mixed up with my charge. > Giles scowled as he picked up the dropped blood packets and set them on the edge of the tub. He pulled the drain, then gathered up some dry towels and went in search of Willow and Xander.

Giles found Xander sitting on the couch; he had Willow wrapped up in a blanket, cradled in his lap. " Xander..?" Giles said softly.

Xander looked up at Giles, tears in his eyes, "He won't stop till he kills her.. or worse turns her.... will he?" he asked.

Giles took a deep breath, " Er.. well... everyone a bit over wrought right now... Willow needs to get into some dry things and get some rest... she's had... quite a go."

" I don't want to lose her, Giles," Xander stated, his voice cracking with emotion.

"I know...., I know.... let me get her changed and you can take her home... stay with her until she wakes." Giles replied, lifting the unconscious girl into his arms.

Dawn's blush colored the sky as Xander carried the sleeping Willow up to her bed.

Spike awoke. He righted himself, < What the....how did I end up ....> Spike's mind flashed a kaleidoscope of images and sensations. He saw Willow being molested by the giant roach.... Willow kissing him...her hot body.. her scent... her voice... her tightness... her blood. < I drank from her again.> Fighting the demon.... both his own and the shapeshifting creature. He recalled intense pain, fire and burning like he had stepped into the sun. < I must have defeated the shapeshifter? Where is Willow? Bloody Hell.> fragments of memory shifted like clouds over a moon.

Spike sprung from the tub and raced from the room. He slipped and almost fell as he ran down the hallway calling her name.

Giles had fallen asleep in an armchair. He heard Spike yelling and looked up to see a naked, pale, dripping wet vampire. " Where is she?" he asked, afraid of Gile's answer.

Giles scowled, and sighed, "Perhaps you should dress before we talk."

" I don't want to bloody talk! What happened to Willow?" Spike growled, morphing into his game face.

Giles stood, " You nearly killed the girl!" he snapped, enraged.

Spike felt like he had been kicked in the gut. He changed back into his human form. " What happened? He asked guiltily, fearing that his demon had forced himself on her... drained her.

Part Twenty Six

Spike stared at the irate watcher, " I bit her again didn't I?" he asked, looking ashamed.

"You would have drained her if I hadn't stopped you!" Giles snapped.

"Where is she? Is she alright?" Spike asked, concerned.

Giles exhaled, " She fine, Xander took her home," he replied.

" Why don't you dress, and we can talk about what happened," Giles suggested.

Spike turned and walked slowly to his bedroom to dress.

Xander was sleeping soundly, up until Willow began to scream. Xander had crawled onto her bed and lay down next to her sleeping form. He must have dozed off. Her screams made him sit straight up, her flailing arm connected with his gut.

"Oweee," Xander cried." Willow, it's alright...." He gasped, as he pulled her into his arms and murmured soothing endearments.

"Spike...oh Spike.." she sobbed into Xander's shoulder. Xander's body tensed, and he dropped his hands from Willow's hair. Willow realized as she came out of her nightmare-induced daze that she had mistaken Xander for Spike.

Willow pulled back from Xander's embrace and looked into his eyes. She noted Xander's barely masked pain. "Xander," she breathed... " What happened?" She bit back her question about Spike, not wanting to cause Xander any more grief.

Xander moved off the bed and stood. He ran his hand through his messy locks; he took a deep breath, and sat back down on the bed and took Willow's hand in his. < Oh Goddess, He's dead! > Willow's eyes began to well up with tears awaiting Xander to tell her the man she loved was gone.

"Willow, Spike almost killed you." Xander said, his eyes wet with unshed tears.

Willow scrunched up her brows, " What?... No..." she stuttered. " Oh, you mean in the dungeon... well actually I kinda... Well.. er..." she struggled to explain to her best friend.

"No!" he snapped, " I'm not just talking about the dungeon, although it seemed he did more than just bite you." Xander scowled. Willow's face flushed recalling the violent coupling she had initiated.

"He almost drained you, when he was healing!" Xander spat.

"So, he's all right then?" Willow asked.

Xander dropped her hand, and jumped up off the bed. "Goddamn it! Willow, you're not listening to me! He would have killed you or turned you if Giles hadn't stopped him!"

Willow's hand went up to her neck. It was very sore and she was feeling rather dizzy and weak. " But.." she began.

Xander shook his head, and took a deep breath. "I want you to stay away from him, Wills."

"Xander, you can't tell me what to do, or who I should see," she replied angrily.

"Willow, I've known you my whole life. I care about you. I would do anything for you. I can't stand by and watch that demon destroy you," he replied, exasperated.

"So what, I'm supposed to choose? Is that it, Xander Harris?" She glared at him.

"Yeah, Will, me or him? Who's it gonna be? Your best friend or demon lover?" he snarled.

"I can only recall bits and pieces," Spike said. Spike lit a cigarette and exhaled, " I never guessed Tami was the shape-shifting demon. She led me right into her lair; the old bomb shelter under the club," Spike explained.

"How did you two escape?" Giles asked. < I'd also like to know why you bloody well stopped to shag Willow! >

Spike nervously tapped the ash off his cigarette, "The bug had me chained up; I broke the chain with a little help from Willow." Spike met Giles green eyes, challenging him to leave it alone.

"I remember fighting with the mutant in the alleyway, and being stung by it... and that's about it." Spike stubbed out the butt into the ashtray. "Tell me it didn't get away", he stood quickly. " It will head straight for Willow," he snarled.

"No, it's very dead. Detective Bayliss shot it several times." Giles explained.

Spike began to pace, " So, when did I attack her?" he asked solemnly. "We had you in the tub, washing off the venom; you had already consumed a great deal of blood... and you grabbed Willow and began to...."

"Enough!" Spike shouted, running his hands through his short hair. Giles words triggered his mind to fill in missing blanks. His body was recalling all the sensation the redhead evoked in him. He could smell her unique essence. He licked his lips still tasting her rich, hot blood in his mouth. He could feel the softness of her skin against his cheek as she lifted her neck to him in supplication. He heard her voice keening in pleasure as he fed off her.

"No! No!, Giles, you have to help me" Spike demanded. " The demon is in love with the little witch he thinks of her as his mate..." he sighed, and furrowed his brow, " and so am I," he said softly.

Part Twenty Seven

" Xander Harris, how dare you say that to me! Me of all people! You... stupid.... Swine..." Willow sobbed. " After everything... we've been through together.... you... threaten me... try and blackmail me... with... our friendship," she stuttered between sobs. " Maybe our friendship is truly over if you think...so little of my feelings," she said tears streaming down her face.

" Ah, Wills, don't cry, jeez.. I hate it when you cry," Xander responded, moving toward his best friend. "I didn't mean it...," he said as he pulled her into a hug. " I'll never stop being your best friend.. ever... no one else would every put up with me like you do," Xander quipped.

" Come on, we've survived hellmouth demons, high school, and Angelus on a bad hair day. I'm sure together we can figure out what to do about the bleached blond Brit," Xander said handing Willow a tissue. " Blow, you don't want to have a red nose when we visit your dead lover, do you?"

Willow giggled and slapped Xander playfully.

" Help you?" Giles asked. " Er.. how exactly do you think I can help you.. er.. the demon?" he asked, wiping his glasses.

" I want you to do some sort of spell, like the witch.. a de-lusting spell.. or... an .. I can't stand the sight of you...spell," Spike sighed.

" Well, it's not that simple...if you are..." Giles began.

" If I'm what?" Spike snarled, as he lit another cigarette.

"Well, a de-lusting spell is simple... and I could also cast a spell that makes the object repulsive to see... but...I don't have a spell that can stop feelings of love."

"What, so your saying that you can bewitch me so that I don't want to possess her body every bloody second.. or that I'd even be repulsed to look at her,.... But I still be in love with her?" Spike asked perplexed.

"You still love Drusilla? Don't you?" Giles asked.

" What does Dru have to do with any of this?" Spike growled angrily.

" That's my point. Even though your not with her, don't see her, you still have feelings for her," Giles said. " Dru, hurt you, betrayed you.. left you and you still love her." He continued.

" Willow is nothing like Dru!" Spike yelled, and advanced on Giles, grabbing him by his shirt collar.

" I know.. she's loyal... and honest and...alive..." Giles managed to whisper, despite Spike's tight grip.

Spike changed back into his human face and released Giles, " What am I going to do," Spike groaned, picking up his forgotten cigarette grinding it out with his foot against the cold stone floor.

The phone rang, breaking the deafening silence.

Giles answered the phone, " Hello Willow.. he's fine... much better."

Spike was waving his hands maniacally and mimed himself sleeping, his eyes betraying the panic he felt.

Giles almost laughed at the vamp's state; " Willow, he's sleeping now. Yes.. I'll tell him...all right... later. Goodbye," he said and hung up the phone.

" What did she say?" Spike asked, still wild-eyed.

Giles again had to stifle a laugh; the irony of a master demon coming undone by his redheaded charge. "She asked about your health, and if you were up to visitors, and said she would be over at sundown."

"Great, what am I gonna do?" Spike whined.

"Xander, do you think that Spike ...that he can... that he might.... be.., " Willow stammered.

Xander chewed and swallowed the last of his sandwich. " Wills, he's crazy about you."

" You think so?" she asked, munching on a potato chip. "But how do you know?" she asked, smacking Xander's hand from her plate.

" Are you kidding me? He's got it bad," Xander laughed.

Willow smiled, " That's good, right?" she asked uncertainly.

" Willow, you've got dead boy wrapped round your little finger. He gets this bumbling look on his face every time he sees you.... it's so funny.. a vamp all sheepish looking .. I'd think he'd blush if he could," Xander laughed. "When anyone looks at you, he gets all pumped up and glares, 'touch her and die'. And when he knew you were in danger,.. he got all commando, and made Angelus seem like prince charming." Xander snatched the remainder of Willow's chips and rolled his eyes. "He's fangs over heels, Wills, trust me."

" When she comes over to see me,... I'll just let her down easy... tell her its been nice... but I've got to go and get Dru out of a fix... Yeah." Spike said looking at the watcher for input. "Then I'll just leave... the slayer will be back in a couple of days...she'll forget about me in no time." < Cause Xander will move in on her like a new fledgling. I've seen how he looks at her, lust in his eyes... I'll just kill the bloody sod before I leave...>

"Spike, Willow is quite taken with you also. I'd hate to see her broken hearted again." Giles remarked sipping his tea. " I'm sure you don't want to see Willow hurt." Giles commented.

"No but... This is ridiculous, I'm a bloody demon!" Spike said exasperated, running his hands through his short locks for the fiftieth time. Giles looked at the lovelorn man and noted he looked rather like a blond rooster, his hair standing straight up, pacing back and forth, and crowing.

" Did you ever notice the little mole she has on the top of her right ear? You can just see it when she brushes her hair back.... and the way her nose crinkles up when she smiles... when she looks at me, I feel as if I'm standing in sunshine... and how easily she blushes...Oh just bloody stake me and put me out of my bleeding misery" Spike snarled and plopped down into the arm chair. < Now I know what the big Poof went through when he left town. >

"Xander, what about this one?" Willow asked, modeling yet another outfit.

" I like the jeans and sweater best, Willow." He answered.

" You do, but I think I look kinda nice in this" she replied.

" Yeah you do; that's why you need to wear the sweater and jeans." Xander said, turning away from MTV.

" Xander!" Willow groaned, turning to go back upstairs.

" I think you need a little recovery time Wills; that outfit screams take me and drain me dry!" he yelled up the stairs.

Willow responded by slamming her bedroom door.

She looked at herself again in the mirror. < Well, the black skirt is a bit short, but I like it and the teal silk top gives the illusion that I'm actually more endowed than I am. What should I do with my hair? I think I'll pin it up!>

Part Twenty Eight

Giles finished his tea and set the mug down. < So, do I help or remain out of this situation? I almost feel sorry for him. I believe he does care for Willow, and he wants to do the right thing. But is what he thinks right, what Willow would want. If I don't do anything the poor girl's heart will be broken.. yet if I do interfere, well, he might break her heart or worse. > Giles in his frustration ran his hands through his hair and sighed. < Oh Hell, in for a penny, in for a pound! > Giles stood. " Spike, I just remembered I have an .. er, appointment."

" You're leaving? But I haven't figured out how to explain to Willow I'm leaving town... this whole love thing is so ..... confusing." He said to Giles' back as he slipped out the door. " Fine, I don't need your advice... when was the last time he even had a date?" Spike mumbled to himself.

Xander answered the doorbell, " Hi Giles, thank goodness you're here, Willow tried on every outfit she owns three times, you've got to help me escape," Xander said. " Oh, look, Giles, it's Willow and she wearing a navy blue skirt and matching crop top. Doesn't she look great?" Xander exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh yes, good. Willow, I need to talk to you." Giles said taking off his classes. < I hope this is the right thing to do. >

"Oh No! Is Spike ok... he's not sick or anything?" Willow inquired nervously.

"No, not exactly," Giles replied. Xander shut off the TV. "Oh Wills, since Giles is here and has important stuff to talk out... bye," he said running out the door.

"Sit down Giles and tell me what's the matter," Willow said, motioning to the couch.

"Giles, thank you for telling me," Willow said, wiping her tears with his handkerchief.

Giles smiled sheepishly, " Willow, I only hope I did the right thing," he replied softly.

Willow leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. " You did," she murmured.

< It's nearly 7:00 PM, where can she be? Giles said sundown. You silly sod, you still don't know what you're going to tell her... I hope she doesn't cry.... > The doorbell interrupted Spike's thoughts.

<It's her, oh no... I hope my hair is ok... and my breath is stale... Wait! I'm going to say goodbye, what does it matter anyway, right? > " Hello Pet," < She's gorgeous, > Spike caught his undead breath, " Come in." he replied, to Willow, suddenly feeling like he was going to pass out.

" How are you feeling? You look good as new. I hope it's ok that I dropped by?" Willow babbled nervously. < Deep breath, girl; stick to the plan. >

Willow sat on the black leather couch and crossed her legs, displaying an ample amount of thigh. " You look good, Spike," Willow repeated, seductively. Her gaze dropped from his blue eyes, roaming over his chiseled cheeks; her lashes lowered as she took in his muscular chest packaged into a tight black tee. Her face flushed hotly, as her green eyes grazed over his tented black crotch.

Spike's legs felt suddenly weak, as his eyes met her shiny green gems. As she dropped her eyes, his gaze lowered also, traveling along her bared neck, where loose red flames licked her pale skin. His eyes took in the thin emerald silk shirt she wore, which clearly revealed her pert breast encased in a lacy bra. He felt himself growing hard as his eyes, despite his command to look away, caressed her stocking clad legs. He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped into the chair across from her before he either a) fainted or b) burst out of his too tight jeans. < Great, just great! Some demon you turned out to be, acting all soulful and sappy! Just tell her. >

"So..." he croaked, opening his eyes to gaze at her flushed face. " Willow, I wanted to tell you... that... you'reabsolutelygorgeousbutIhavetoleave town..." he swallowed.

"Oh, I see," Willow replied calmly.

< Look at her lips.. I wonder what her lips would feel like wrapped around my.... > his thoughts were interrupted by Willow standing. " So then, I guess this is goodbye."

"...ah.. you just got here... stay" Spike said standing, " for a little while... I'll get you a diet soda and we'll chat, " he said bolting into the kitchen. < She acts like she could care less that I'm leaving. > He wrenched open the cupboard and grabbed a glass. < I thought she really cared about me... maybe it was just about a cheap thrill... making it with a vamp and all.. and she and the slayer will giggle over her joining the *humped a dead vamp club.* > He tore open the freezer and scooped out some ice cubes. < Maybe she disappointed with the sex... I mean... I was with Dru so long and... Willow's... so...and I... can't seem to last very long, not to mention her probably being turned off by my drinking her blood. > In his rage, Spike broke the glass, " Damn!" he yowled.

"Is everything ok, Spike?" Willow called from the living room.

" Fine, " he answered, <Just bloody fine! >

Spike returned a few moments later, one hand holding a diet soda, the other wrapped in a dishtowel.

Willow took the soda and quickly set it down and grabbed Spike's wrapped hand, " Sit , let me see," she commanded.

Spike sat next to her on the couch. < This is a mistake.. move immediately> his head screamed. His body thought contrarily, as he felt her warm touch upon his palm, and his nose was just a scant inch from her sweet smelling hair.

" Spike, why do you have to leave?" Willow crooned softly, tracing her fingers round the quickly healing gash.

Spike's body was now screaming, take her, take her now!.

Willow lifted her head and looked deep into his eyes. "Will you miss me?" she breathed softly against his lips as she brushed them in a soft kiss.

Willow pulled back slightly, slowely opening her eyes.

Spike swallowed, " Of.. course... I'll miss you ." he stuttered weakly. " I love you, you silly chit, I don't want to live another undead day without you!" he thought to himself; but realeasized he had just said those words aloud.

He stared into Willow's eyes, which were shining with unshead tears. < maybe she feels the same>

Willow bit down on the inside of her cheek, < Oh, I have to tell him!> " Spike," Willow gasped, "your breaking my hand!"

At her words Spike realisized he was crushing the poor girl's hand. " I'm sorry" he muttered and jumped up.

Willow stood, " Spike, I don't want you to go , I'd miss you terribly and... I'm in love with you too," she said, moving her uninjured hand up to caress his handsome face.

"You love me?" he asked incredulously. His human heart began to beat within his undead chest.

Willow nodded her head, "Yes, with all my heart and soul."

Spike gave Willow the cockiest grin before swooping her into a crushing embrace and spinning her round laughing.

"Spike, " Willow squealed. " I'm dizzy", she laughed.

As he lowered her, her body slid seductively over his. He could feel Willow's breasts pressed intimately into his chest as she tried to catch her breath. Spike slid his hands from her waist up her back, burying his hands in her fiery hair. Willow clutched at Spike's hard chest trying to meld into him. They gazed longingly into one another's eyes and time stood still.

" I love you," they echoed in unison.

Willow's hands moved from Spike's chest to his cheeks'. He leaned down and tightened his grip in her tresses. Their lips meet in a gentle kiss. As their hands drew one another's heads closer, the kiss intensified. Willow's fingers clawed at Spike's soft hair. His fingers tangled in Willow's as hairpins fell forgotten. Spike bid entrance into Willow's hot mouth with his sensual tongue. Willow's soft moan was invitation enough.

Willow's tongue explored Spike's mouth; her knees weakened with desire. Spike sucked Willow's bottom lip into his mouth and caught her soft whimpers. He felt alive, he felt mortal again. He tore his lips away from her mouth as she sucked in much needed air. He placed soft kisses across her flushed cheeks, and ran his tongue upwards from the base of her jaw to the tip of her ear. He rimmed her lobe with his tongue, gently nibbling her lobe between his blunt teeth. Willow hissed and called out his name. Her fingers tore at Spike's neck.

" I want to make love to you," Spike whispered into her ear. " I want to give you pleasure," he said huskily as he kissed her neck. " I want to lap your sweet nectar," he whispered, running his tongue along her collarbone. " I want to fill you again and again with my cock" he growled, rubbing his thumb over her pearled nipple, .."and feel you convulse all around me while I com inside you," he hissed as he ground his erect cock against her mound.

Willow felt overcome with desire; Spike words and ministration left her legs weak and shaky. "Please!" she begged in reply.

Spike scooped Willow up into his arms and carried her into his room.

She nipped and kissed Spike's neck. She felt her sex tighten in excitement at what sounded like his purring. He lowered her legs, and she staggered against him. He griped her about her slim hips.

" I want..." she whispered huskily.

" What do you want?" Spike asked capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. He slid his hands down her back and cupped her ass, pulling her closer to him.

Willow's fingers pulled at Spike's tee until she could feel his cool skin bare to her touch. " I want... to...make love to you.." she lifted his shirt up and off , inhaling his unique male scent. She dropped his shirt and her head and ran her tongue over his flat male nipple. He hissed and pulled her pelvis closer, rubbing against her. " Willow.." he purred. He stepped back and quickly unbuttoned her silk shirt. He buried his head between the valley of her black lace covered breasts as he slid the green silk off her shoulders and arms. Willow thrust her torso forward to allow him access to her fevered body. Her hands tangled in his hair, as he licked along the swell of her exposed breast. His hands tugged her skirt zipper down, and he pushed the black skirt down her narrow hips. He was cupping her silken covered cheeks before the skirt hit the floor.

" Oh Spike!" Willow groaned. " I need..." she keened as he kissed and licked at her lace-covered nipple.

Spike growled deep in his throat as he half carried Willow backward then dropped her onto his bed. He stood over, her drinking in her heaving breasts, her taut stomach, her black panties and her sheer thigh high stockings and garter belt. He brought his gaze back to meet her impassioned eyes. "I love you!" her kiss-swollen lips whispered, as she raised her arms to him.

Spike unbuttoned his jeans, never breaking eye contact with her. " I'm going to show you how much I love you, Red," he murmured as he lay beside her on the bed.

He rolled Willow on top of him and captured her lips once again. His lungs filled with her sweet breath. He unhooked her bra and lifted her shoulders upwards. Willow straddled Spike's waist, letting the bra slip off her arms. He ran his fingers over her dusky nipples, and Willow arched into his caresses while rubbing her sopping cleft over Spike's throbbing cock. " Not yet." he hissed, rolling her onto her back. Spike on his side lowered his head to take one of Willow's taut nipples into his mouth as he pinched the other between his fingers. " Yes, Oh Yes!" she begged, arching into his mouth. Her hand traveling across his muscled abdomen, swooping lower to caress his turgid sex. He lifted his head and met her eyes as she felt his cock thrust into her small hand. Willow smiled and licked her lips. Spike grinned and moved back from her gentle caress. Hr quickly maneuvered himself between her stocking clad legs and was assailed by her feminine perfume. He taunted Willow by tracing a finger along her stomach across the top edge of her panties. Willow bit her lower lip, and Spike noted the tremor of excitement that rippled under his fingers.

Spike could tease no more; he had to possess her. He gripped the panties and quickly ripped them away from Willow's mound. Willow squeaked in surprise. Spike ran a finger along her soaking passage and when Willow moaned he felt a ripple of desire radiate throughout his body. He separated her red lips and gently licked along her labia. " Spike!" she keened.

" Sweet, so sweet," he whispered, then plunged his tongue into her tight hole. Willow arched off the bed and cried out, grabbing the bedsheets. "Goddess, Oh Goddess," she wailed as Spike licked and sucked at her juices. He teased her mercilessly until Willow was begging him incoherently. He finally ran his tongue over her swollen clit and stuck two fingers deep inside her. Willow screamed and swore, " Fuck oh Fuck!" Spike could feel her begin to climax against his fingers and he sucked her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue over her sensitive nubbin, as she writhed and convulsed in erotic delight.

He removed him fingers and mouth and watched her come back to earth, her breasts heaving and glistening with sweat, as he rubbed her silk clad thighs. Willow opened her eyes, Spike smiled at her cockily. " I want".. she panted, " you". Spike's eyes flashed gold for a moment before returning to their human blue. He levered himself over her hot core and eased his hard cock into her slick center. He could feel her cunt still quivering with tiny aftershocks. He groaned and plunged into her, unable to contain his passion any more. He lowered himself onto his forearms and kissed Willow deeply. He gripped her head, and began to thrust into her. He hissed and moaned as she met his thrust with her own drawing, him ever deeper into her body. Spike was so close; he vamped out and lifted his head, not wanting to feed from her. Willow gripped his face between her hands and said, " I love you, Spike," and raised her lips to his fanged visage. Spike yelled into her mouth, and shot his seed into her, as he felt her sex grip his once again in pleasure. He clasped onto her, her heart pounding from his lovemaking, her blood softly singing to his demon.

Epilogue

Willow smiled as she stepped out of the shower. < Spike is gonna like his surprise! > Willow giggled aloud as she moved into her bedroom. < I bet I'll like his appreciation, of the surprise more than he will. > Willow looked at herself in the full-length mirror behind her bedroom door. She wasn't sure when she changed from being mousy net girl, to brave sexy siren. < I think working as a stripper helped me become more confident with body. The case also allowed me to become closer to Spike. Oh Goddess, how I love that sexy vampire. > Willow's body tingled just thinking about him. She finished drying off and sat at her vanity and began to apply lilac scented lotion to her long legs. < We've practically been inseparable since we declared our love. > Willow smiled again, as she smoothed lotion into her arms. < Inseparable... literally... I didn't think it was possible to be able to make love in so many ways. Spike can just look at me and I practically cum. It's been the most terrific two weeks of my life. I actually feel hopeful about us. Even Xander is starting to come around... although he still groans and rolls his eyes every time he sees Spike and I kissing. >

Willow stood and walked over to her bed. She picked up the lilac colored thong underwear and slipped them on. Next, she selected the matching bra. It was cut very low and managed to flaunt her breasts. She unsnapped the slim black garter belt and fastened it about her slim waist. The black silk stockings were next. Willow returned to the vanity to apply her makeup.

Buffy raced through the airport to catch her connecting flight to Sunnydale. Her carry on bags bulged obscenely. < It's a good thing I'm a slayer or else I'd never be able to carry all this stuff and make my plane. I'll surprise everyone by coming home tonight instead of tomorrow. >

Spike looked at the clock for the fifth time. " Giles, I think you should call it a day, go home and get some rest before you and Xander patrol." Spike suggested impatiently. < Willow will be here any time and I want you gone so I can shag the little witch till she screams. > Spike felt his body respond to his libidinous thought.

Spike began to gather up the scattered books strew about the conference table. " Oh, yes, I suppose your right. Thank goodness, Buffy will be returning tomorrow. I hadn't expected her to stay the extra week in Europe. However, having your assistance in patrolling has been most helpful," Giles said.

"Giles, make sure you tell Xander, Willow and I have plans this evening and if he shows his face over here I'll make him sorry he was born." Spike stated seriously.

Giles flushed, not wanting to think about the kinds of plans Willow and Spike had. " I will be sure and pass along your message," Giles replied, as he stood. < The two barely can keep their hands off one another. It's amazing I've been able to get any work out of either one of them. Xander is having a difficult enough time with their relationship; I wouldn't want the lad to walk in on anything embarrassing, as I did. > Giles shook his head to displace the memory that invaded his thoughts. He had come to the mansion early one morning to begin work. As his usual routine, he went into the kitchen to make a pot of tea. He was shocked to find it in such disarray. There was chocolate sauce on the butcher block in what appeared to be a small butt shaped imprint. Two small handprints, in what appeared to be strawberry topping, marred the front of the refrigerator. He nearly tripped over a can of whip topping on the floor. As he bent over to retrieve it he found what he assumed to be Willow's undergarments, torn apart. Needless to say he quickly left the mansion and decided to work from home that day.

" Good evening Spike, give Willow my regards." Giles said hastily leaving the mansion.

< I though he never leave! I wonder what my surprise will be? Where is she? > Spike began to pace restlessly. He was positively dying for a smoke, but he had made a promise to Willow to quit. < Well, Red, I've given up smoking, and I've hardly touched a drop of alcohol, I've begun to drink blood from a bag; you are my only source of pleasure>

Willow noted the digital clock on her car's dashboard as she pulled into the mansion's drive; 7:00 PM. <Spike must be pretty worked up by now, he is so impatient, > Willow smiled and tightened the belt around her long black trench coat. She picked up the boom box and headed towards the French doors. She paused when she saw Spike's lithe form; he was scowling and muttering softly to himself. She drew in a deep breath; it felt like an electric current passed from her lips to her core. Spike suddenly turned his head, as if sensing her staring at him. His cerulean orbs met her gaze; Willow felt her body temperature begin to rise. She smiled at Spike and opened the doors.

Spike crossed the room and was next to her before the door could even close behind her.

" Red," Spike smiled as he cupped her face and kissed her. " I've missed you," he softly whispered, his lips placing soft kisses across her cheek.

" I've only been gone since this morning" Willow replied huskily, as Spike began to nibble and lick her ear lobe. < Control girl! > "Spike don't you want your surprise?" she asked moving out of his arms.

Spike advanced towards her, " Pet, I want to make love to you, let's get that coat off." he grinned reaching for her belt.

" Spike, sit!" Willow ordered as she backed farther out of his reach. His passion glazed eyes, opened wide in shock.

" I like it when you take charge, Pet," he grinned sexily. " Where would you like me to sit?" he asked his blue eyes twinkled with mirth.

Willow felt a surge of pleasure shoot through her. < Oh Goddess, I love him, he makes me so...why prolong things...No, finish what you started! > Willow walked towards the conference table and moved a chair round and sat it about two feet from the end of the table. " Here, sit here Spike," she uttered softly.

Spike moved quickly towards the chair and sat down. < I can smell her arousal. I could take you right now, but I admit I'm curious as to what you've got planned my love. > " What now, Red?" he asked.

"You just sit and watch." Willow replied huskily. Spike watched her sashay towards the door, her ass swaying seductively on three-inch heels.

Willow set the boom box down, checked the tape inside. She removed her overcoat and smoothed down the royal blue miniskirt. She checked to make sure the matching vest covered the sheer bra she wore underneath. < Thank goodness for Velcro. >

Spike was getting impatient, he was just about to go look for her and ravish her senseless when he heard the familiar rock tune.

Tom Petty belted out seductively:

'Come on now, give me some sugar'

Willow's hand peaked out from behind the doorway. Spike swallowed convulsively, <She means to strip for me. > He felt his shaft press against his suddenly, too tight jeans he wore. He stared as Willow strutted her appealing self, clad in a very tight outfit towards the other end of the conference room table. Willow smiled slyly at Spike as she used a chair to quickly climb onto the table, she used the momentum to slide down the table on her silk clad legs. She stopped herself three feet from the end of the table and raised herself up onto her knees, held her arms straight up into the air and threw back her main of red hair.

'Give me some sugar, little honey bee'

Willow swung a shapely clad leg forward rocked her hips and pushed herself up on the black spike heels.Spike caught a flash of Willow's pale inner thigh above her stockings, he closed his eyes momentarily to shake his impulse to leap up and bury his member into her hot velvet channel. < You're nearly 200 years old, show a little restraint. > Spike shifted uncomfortable in the chair as he opened his eyes and admired Willow's pale neck and barely contained breasts.Willow lowered her arms and raised her head and her green eyes locked on to Spike's blue one like lasers.

'Don't be afraid, not gonna hurt you'

Willow licked her lips seductively as she started to gyrate her hips in tempo to the sultry beat of the song. < Goddess, his gaze makes me feel like I'm on fire. >His eyes watched the creamy skin of her thighs peak out from between her silk cover legs and the royal blue miniskirt rise and fall in syncopation with the heavy bass beat of the music. Spike felt like he was standing in the bright sunlight. Her eyes looked into his; he dropped his gaze to follow her hands as they traveled seductively over her creamy breasts as they peaked out from the low cut vest. < I can see her nipples jutting against the silky material. > Spike licked his lips in anticipation. His eyes watched her hands lower and caressed her taught stomach.

Willow not only noticed her sensitive nipples aching for Spike's cool tongue but her cleft was thoroughly engorged and she felt her fluid seep out and trickle slowly down her thigh.'Don't say a word 'bout what we're doing'He was going to burst into flames at any minute from her heat. Her feminine smell was intoxicating. His eyes moved back up to meet her jade gems. She licked her red lips and slowly ran her hands down and cupped her sex through the blue miniskirt. She kept twisting and moving her hips mimicking the movement of lovemaking. Spike could imagine her moving her hips like that for him as he thrust into her. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he thought he might bust the zipper on his pants. She rotated her long stocking clad legs in a circle thus moving enticing ass towards him.'Don't say nothing little honey bee'

Spike moved his hand to try and adjust his too tight pants; fighting a loosing battle he unzipped them and freed his turgid shaft. He felt his cock leak pre-ejaculate as he watched Willow spread her legs farther apart and bent down flashing her bare ass. He narrowed his eyes feeling slightly betrayed because a thin wedge of thong panties caressed the crack of her tight ass.

'Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister'

Willow stood back up and continued to pulsate her ass and hips in time to the music and she slowly danced to face Spike again. < I'm so hot! I'm on fire! >'Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister'

Spike watched as Willow ran her hands over her breasts again, moving lower until each tiny hand gripped the bottom of the constricting vest.< She's going to take off that top, and show her breasts. > Spike clenched his cock at the base. < She belongs to me alone. I am the one who gives her pleasure! She is dancing for my pleasure alone. >

'She like to call me king bee'

Willow pulled at the bottom of the vest, and the Velcro of her vest opened to display her lilac clad breasts. She let the vest slide down her slender arms before she moved her hands back up to unclasp the bra, freeing her flushed breasts. She tossed the bra towards Spike. She leaned slightly forward and shimmied her naked breasts at him.< I'm going to come watching her. >Spike's eyes cried out to her his desire to take one of her pert nipples in his mouth. < I want him...want him.. only you.. Spike! > Willow winked one of her green eyes at him. His cock twitched violently and he shut his eyes until he was in control.

He opened his eyes to see Willow arching her torso back exhibiting her lilac covered mound for a fraction of a second but the image burned into his brain. She shot her back straight up and lowered a hand behind her back as she bent forward again. Spike couldn't take his eyes off her supple breasts; thus he was shocked when he was hit in the face with the small swatch of her thong. He bit down on his own lip as he vamped out.The music abruptly stopped and Willow, brought her right hand up to her lips and blew him a kiss. She turned her back on his vampiric façade and began to walk back towards the other end of the table clad only in the short miniskirt, and stocking her heels clicking in the sudden silence. The man and demon had had enough teasing. Spike managed to divest himself of his jeans with vampiric speed and leapt upon the table growling out Willow's name. Willow gasped as she felt Spike's cool hand wrapped around her ankle. "Now it's my turn!" he growled.

Willow's legs shook with desire. Spike released her ankle and rolled onto his back, his head practically between her legs. She admired his naked body." Sit!" he commanded. Willow attempted to move towards Spike's hard marble shaft. His hand shot out and grabbed an ankle. "Sit!" he growled deeply. Willow felt her sex quiver, as she understood what Spike wanted. She moved her feet farther apart and straddled his face. < Having a boyfriend who doesn't need to breathe has its advantages. > Willow moaned aloud when she felt Spike's cool lips and tongue begin to lap at her core. Spike raised his arms up and began to pinch and pull at her sensitive nipples as he continued to devour her. She felt her herself rocking against his face, her arousal spiraling rapidly higher and higher. She felt his sharp fangs graze her inner lips. Spike was purring deep in his throat as he lapped at her juices mingled with her blood. He liked to hear the wailing noises she was making because of his ministrations. He decided to give her release. He shifted his head and roughly sucked her clit into his mouth while his tongue thrashed against her clit sending her into a violent orgasm screaming his name. Spike felt Willow's body quake and he quickly moved to catch her before she fell off the table. As he caught Willow he noticed standing in the doorway a very pale Slayer. He watched as her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell hard onto the concrete floor overstuffed bags sounding like a shot.

" Spike," Willow purred, coming out of her orgasmic haze. " That was wonderful" she whispered leaning upwards to kiss him. Willow's tongue sought entrance into his mouth. " Willow," Spike attempted to tell her about their unexpected guest, but forgot all about Buffy as she ran her tiny hand along his painful erection. Spike rolled her underneath him. He slipped his cock into her hot velvet heart and felt the tiny aftershocks of her orgasm grip him tighter. He groaned and began to thrust into her. Willow arched into Spike's thrust taking him deeper, his manhood rubbing against her pearl bud. She knew was close and began to keen loudly; " Fuck me Spike! Fuck me harder!"

Spike shot his seed deep into his mate's womb as he felt her convulse around him.

" Oh My GOD!" a voice yelled. Willow heard a voice that wasn't hers. She lifted her head and looked over Spike shoulder as his collapsed body had her effectively pinned against the table. " Buffy," Willow said, " Welcome home."

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