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Date Posted: 12:11:24 04/21/02 Sun
Author: VelvetBlood
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 147.226.5.4
Subject: I Double Dare You 1/? - B/S, NC-17

TITLE: I Double Dare You

AUTHOR: VelvetBlood

RATING: NC-17

SUMMARY: This got stuck in my perverted mind and refused to leave

until I wrote it out.

PAIRING: Buffy/Spike

SPOILERS: Set in season 5, before Riley leaves and Spike confesses

his Slayer-love.

DISCLAIMOR: The characters, Sunnydale, aren't mine. Joss is God. Blah

blah.





Dodge, block, punch, kick, stake; it’s always the same with newborn vamps, Buffy thinks as she slams the stake home. She watches the vamp’s shocked expression crumble away as he dusts, sighing and turning to watch Spike finish off his vamp. She tilts her head to the side as he gracefully dodges to the left, avoiding the vamp’s fist. Finding a tombstone to sit on, Buffy settles down, swinging her feet and watching Spike fight.

‘He really is quite good.’ She thinks to herself, as Spike whirls around to kick the fledgling in the chest.

Buffy knew Spike could have finished off the vamp long ago, but he often liked to draw the fight out…to dance with his prey. He was a predator, like her. Only lately, the fight did little for her. She’d fight, pound the living daylights out of as many vamps as she could, drive stakes deep into their hearts and feel the rush of the kill…but in the end, only succeeded in getting herself worked up. The ever-present tension that had settled itself into her small frame didn’t appear to be leaving anytime soon. It made her skin feel tight, made her feel caged and antsy, and made her bitchy and snarky to her friends. Wonder where it came from?

Spike finally realizes that Buffy had dusted her vamp long ago and was sitting on a nearby headstone. He quickly finishes off the fledgling, brushing stray dust off of himself as he looks over at the Slayer. She looked annoyed and bored, giving him the ‘Why do I bring you on patrol, again?’ look.

“Took you long enough. Maybe next time I should bring Xander instead.” Buffy says coldly.

Spike scoffs. “The Whelp?! Are you out of your bloody mind?”

Buffy shrugs, looking skyward in an innocent expression. “I dunno. I mean, he is pretty handy with a stake. I remember this one time, he-“

Buffy is cut off by a low warning growl from Spike. She laughs, rolling her eyes.

“Poor Spikey. Having his evilness threatened by a human, and Xander no less!”

Spike narrows his eyes, gritting his teeth to keep from strangling the tiny blonde in front of him.

“Yeah, right! If I didn’t have this damn chip in my head, I’d drain the whelp and his demon bird before they could blink! Speaking of the chip…where’s WhiteBread tonight? Have some soldier shindig, G-14 classified and all that?”

Buffy narrows her eyes, breath puffing out in an angry sigh at having the tables turned on her so quickly. She had to start remembering that teasing Spike almost always equaled getting just as good as she gave.

“*RILEY* is out on an Initiative mission tonight, and the rest of the Scoobies have plans. Why else would I put up with you for a whole evening?” she bites back at him.

“Oh, I dunno, luv. I think you might kinda like me.” Spike says with a trademark smirk, raising his scarred eyebrow.

Buffy makes a disgusted face. “Ugh, Spike! In your dreams!”

“Mmm, the wettest ones, pet.” Spike says, his voice dipping sensuously low.

“Eww! Damn it, Spike! Can’t you just NOT be a pervert for one night?” Buffy shouts.

“Oh dear, I’ve gone and offended the Slayer’s precious sense of virtue! Of course, the fact that she shags every frat boy who fancies her doesn’t account for anything.” He sneers.

Buffy’s eyes blaze pure venom. “You’re really desperate for a good staking aren’t you?”

Spike smiles lazily, sauntering a few steps towards her. “Could say the same about you. Feelin’ a bit peckish lately, pet? Captain Commando not givin’ it ya good?”

Buffy growls, or comes as close to it as a human can, withdrawing a stake from her jacket.

“I’d watch your mouth if I were you, Spike. You may be impotent, but I’ll-“

Buffy once again gets cut off as Spike growls loudly, closing the distance between them in a few strides. He stops just in front of her, leaning down and bracing his arms on either side of her on the headstone. Buffy gasps as he leans towards her, jumping slightly and nearly falling off of her perch, if it hadn’t been for Spike wrapping an arm around her waist. His chest is firmly pressed against her stake, his face inches from her own. Her mind races, trying to figure out what he’s up to, when she looks up at his face, seeing pure undiluted fury blazing back at her through the sapphire blue orbs. Her eyes widen. She’d seen Spike angry before, but this…this was something different entirely. He was furious.

“Shall I show you just how impotent I am, then luv?” he purrs, his arm tightening around her waist, pulling her closer to him, her stake pressing sharply into his chest, just breaking the skin. He gasps in pain, but doesn’t relinquish his hold on her.

Buffy sits motionless, her eyes huge and uncomprehending. Spike was inches away from being staked and he didn’t care?! What was going on? Her pulse beats frantically against her throat, her breathing hitching slightly as other thoughts surface in her addled brain. She first becomes aware of Spike’s fingers biting into her hip…then her calves brushing against the backs of his, her thighs splayed on either side of his hips…his arm around her back, arching her so that her stomach pressed against his…OH DEAR GOD!

Buffy hastily shoves Spike away, sending him toppling backwards onto the grass. He looks up at her as she jumps off of the tombstone to her feet, stake poised and ready. ‘Oh fuck.’ he thinks.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing? The only thing you’ll be proving tonight, Spike, is how much of an ass you are! Which, by the way, you’ve just done, so I’ll be going now.” Buffy rants, furious with Spike for his trespass and herself for her traitorous reaction. She swiftly turns on her heel, stalking away in a huff.

Spike lays flat on his back in the grass, still stunned from the Slayer’s outburst. She usually didn’t give up so easily. Not to mention…he was un- dusty. Just as he’s about to pick himself up off of the ground, the Slayer’s foot comes into contact with his chest, pinning him back down. He looks up at her in surprise, his eyes meeting her hot hazel ones.

“And another thing! Riley pleases me just fine, thank you very much! Finer than fine, in fact! The finest! And…I’m only tense because of…stuff, and other…stuff, and it has nothing to do with my sex life!” she rushes hastily, spitting out her frustration at the blonde vampire beneath her.

Spike slowly reaches up and closes his hand around her ankle. Buffy recoils, jumping at his touch, drawing her stake back. Spike raises his free hand in a gesture of surrender, gently removing her foot from his chest. She relaxes, lowering the stake, taking a deep breath as he rises slowly to stand before her. He sighs and shakes his head, glaring at her as he draws a cigarette from the inside of his duster. Lighting up, he rakes her from head to toe in an accessing gaze, taking a deep drag off of his fag, then exhaling slowly. Then he laughs. His deep, mocking chuckle makes the Slayer even more angry.

“What’s so funny?” she spits.

Spike, still chuckling, ducks his head and looks up at her through hooded lids. “You actually believe any of that rot you just threw out at me?”

Buffy inhales sharply, her eyes widening as she draws back and punches him in the nose. Spike rolls with the punch, his head snapping to the side. When he faces the Slayer again, his grin is still firmly in place.

“I don’t give a damn what you think, Spike. You’re just jealous! You can’t stand the thought that Riley pleases me. That a normal, human boy can make the Slayer come. I bet you couldn’t even come close! Vampire stamina be damned!” she shouts.

Spike tosses his cigarette away hastily and grabs Buffy by her upper arms, pulling her flush against his taller frame. She gasps, her body tensing in preparation to attack him, but Spike anticipates her, knocking the stake from her grasp, careful not to hurt her in the process lest the chip activate.

“Care to make a wager on that bet?” he says, his eyes deadly serious.

Buffy squirms in his grasp, but Spike holds fast, thankful for this loophole in the chip. ‘Holding doesn’t equal migraine. Good to know.’ he thinks.

“Is that chip affecting your rational thought processes, Bleach Boy? LET GO OF ME!” she shouts.

Spike lets her go. “Tsk, tsk, pet. You’ve made your bed, and now you have to come lie with me in it.”

Buffy looks exasperated. “What are you babbling about, Chippy?”

Spike glares at her for the nickname, but continues.

“You challenged me. And on a very personal level, I might add. My manly pride is bruised.” He smirks.

Buffy rolls her eyes. “Well, I’m sorry. I’ll let you borrow my Ben-Gay.”

She starts to walk away, but Spike catches her in a few quick steps, his legs being longer than hers. He stops in front of her, causing Buffy to draw up short.

“Wha-“

“I’ll let you stake me.” He rushes, cutting her off.

Buffy gazes up at him as though he’s grown a second head.

“What?” she asks, stunned.

“You heard me, pet.” Spike nods. “I’ll let you stake me. You don’t get off, and I’m dust.”

Buffy’s eyes fly wide, looking everywhere but at the vampire in front of her. A light blush spreads over neck and cheeks as she sputters.

“What? NO! No, no! I’m SO not going to- to-”

“To what?” Spike interjects. “Be proven wrong?”

Buffy looks up at him, her mouth hanging open in shock.

“NO! You couldn’t! I mean- I wouldn’t!” she stutters.

“Which is it, luv? I couldn’t, or you won’t let me?” he asks, practically purring.

Buffy shrivels under his intense gaze. She starts to panic slightly as she backs away from him, his closeness affecting her more than she’d like to admit.

“Both!” she shouts, her voice breaking shrilly.

“Mmmm hmmm.” Spike rumbles, his voice low and seductive. He steps closer, backing Buffy up against the gravestone she’d been sitting on previously. “Afraid to let me try, Buffy?”

Buffy tries to dodge left, escape his nearness, but Spike is swifter and catches her against him. Buffy whimpers softly, panic flooding into her as her body goes slack against his. She closes her eyes and shivers, his cold fingers causing delicious sensations as they pressed into her spine. She’d never admit it, but she’d dreamt of this. Private, sweaty dreams that had her waking up unfulfilled and aching. Riley was a nice boy, and she loved him as much as she was able to at this point. But lately it had been the same thing. They’d kiss a few times, he’d climb on top of her, pound her into the mattress for a few minutes, and then roll over and go to sleep. Spike was right, Riley was definitely a cardboard cut-out, steak and potatoes kind of guy. But Spike…she’d lay money down that he was just the opposite. She’d daydreamed in class the past month or so, coming up with all the different positions and ways that they could…NO! Not going there! Have to get away from the sexy evil undead!

Spike grins down at her as Buffy opens her eyes. He can smell her arousal and dips his head down so his lips are an inch from hers.

“What do you say, Slayer? You gonna back down? Seems odd, since you’re so confident that I’ll lose, and all.”

Buffy glares up at him. “If I win, I get to stake you?”

Spike nods.

“And if I lose?” she asks defiantly, as if it’d never happen.

“You ditch the Soldier Boy.” Spike demands.

“No! No way! I won’t break up with Riley!” Buffy shrieks.

“But I thought you wouldn’t lose, pet?” Spike raises one eyebrow in challenge.

“I wouldn’t! But I’d still have to- let you- ” she stammers.

“But if you stake me afterwards, no one will ever know but you.” He reminds her.

Buffy considers this. She could finally get Spike out of her system AND be rid of him forever? But there was only one problem…what if she lost. There was a very good possibility that Spike could make her come. Especially with how aroused she was right now just thinking about it. Buffy shifts uncomfortably, feeling the slick wetness between her legs. She looks back up at Spike, considering. He senses that she’s about to give in and adds fuel to the fire.

“Don’t worry about it, pet. If you’re afraid you’ll lose, then I understand.” He smirks, tongue in cheek.

Buffy’s eyes fly wide with determination. Spike knew her all too well. She couldn’t resist a challenge; especially one where, if she wins, she gets to be rid of a long-standing thorn in her side. The fact that she could have done so at any point didn’t seem relevant at the moment.

“Fine! I accept your bet. Prepare to lose!” Buffy says with a grin of satisfaction.

She holds out her right hand and Spike does the same, shaking on the deal. Both determined to win. After a moment, an awkward silence falls heavily upon the vampire and slayer’s shoulders. Buffy looks up at Spike uncomfortably, tucking her hands into her back pockets like a nervous little girl.

“So, um- how do we…start?” she asks, blushing fiercely.

Spike grins and holds out his hand. Buffy takes it slowly, hesitating.

“My place.” He commands simply.

TBC

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