I Dare You

By Li’l Evil Pixie

Disclaimers: I don’t own anything.  All belongs to the great god Joss and ME.

Rated NC17

 

 

 

 

“Hey Watcher!” Called Spike obnoxiously, “Your hooker’s here.”

 

Buffy closed the door behind her with an irritated slam and inwardly groaned at her life.  It was Friday night, and her turn to baby-sit the pain in the neck she called Spike.  Fortunately, she had whined about it so much that day that Willow, Xander and Anya had volunteered to come over and share in her misery.  Buffy sincerely hoped that that would be enough for her to maintain her sanity.  However, for the moment it seemed that she was the first to arrive.  Lucky her.

 

Giles came walking out of the bathroom looking upset.  “Spike.  Dare I ask why my toothbrush is wet?  Did you for some reason feel the urge to start brushing?”

 

“No, you git.  Vampire.  Not of the living. We don’t brush teeth.”  Spike cast him a look of contempt and shook his head sadly. “And to think, you being considered an expert on these things. It’s a sad day on the Hellmouth for you white-hats.”

 

            Giles actually looked quite flustered as he muttered a distracted “right,” picked up the toothbrush in question and hesitantly began brushing.

 

            “However I did use it to clean the toilet.” Spike continued, pokerfaced.

 

            Giles turned green and spat toothpaste across the room. “You did WHAT!”

 

            “Relax, watcher.  Like I’d clean anything.  Can’t you people take a joke?”

 

            Giles shot Spike a look of complete hatred and began wiping toothpaste off his suit jacket.  “Confound it! I’m going to be late now, because of you.”

 

            “I’ll clean it up” volunteered Buffy unhappily.  It wasn’t like her night could really get worse anyways.

 

            “Thank you, Buffy.” Giles smiled through clenched teeth and proceeded to grab a new jacket and make a hasty exit before anything else went wrong.  “I’ll be home late, the conference ends at two o’ clock, so I won’t be back until at least then.”  With one last sympathetic look over his shoulder he called out,  “and Buffy…good luck.”

 

            Buffy looked longingly at the door for a moment before turning around to clean up the mess.  Spike lay on the couch, egotistically sprawled out across its entirety, and made no effort to help her.  “So slayer…what do we have planned for tonight? Hand puppets? Parcheesi? Gonna read me a story book?”

 

            “Yeah, sure.  I have this great story about a vampire who didn’t know when to shut up and got staked in a living room very much like this one.”

 

            Spike shook his head thoughtfully.  “Nah, ‘Think I’ve heard that one before.  Didn’t like it.  How about the one about the slayer whose come-backs were so predictable that they bored the vampires to death?  I heard that one was based on a true story.”

 

            “Sure, we can read that one.  I mean, either way the vampire’s dead, so happy ending for all!”

 

            Just then, the two heard the door open and looked up to see Xander, Anya and Willow entering the apartment with pizza and beer.

 

            “Hi guys!” called Buffy cheerfully, grateful that she was no longer alone with the vampire.  “I see you got food! Great! We can make this a party!”

 

            “Oooh! Can I wear a little party hat?  Oh, pretty pretty please???”

 

            The gang ignored Spike and moved into the kitchen to put down the pizza, and load the beer into the fridge.

 

            “We didn’t know what kind of pizza to get so Xander just asked them to put on everything.” Willow explained, opening a box.  “It looks okay, but it smells kinda funky.”

 

            Buffy scrunched her nose in agreement.  “I think I’ll pass on the pizza and go straight for the beer.”  Maybe alcohol would make this night more bearable.

 

            Willow and Anya opted for the same and settled down in the living room with a beer.  Xander defensively began eating the pizza claiming it to be the best thing he’d ever eaten, but after about 6 bites he threw it out when no one was looking

 

            “Don’t I get beer too?” whined Spike from his place on the couch. 

 

            “Go get your own.” Retorted Buffy, with zero sympathy in her voice.

 

            “Will do” He hopped off the couch for what was probably the first time of the day and headed over to the fridge to grab one.

 

            “I said YOUR OWN” she clarified.

 

            “Well that’s not exactly possible when you lot won’t let me out of the bloody apartment.”  Spike took a large sip and continued. “However, if you insist on having this one back…”

 

            “Oh never mind.”  He’d already started drinking it and the slayer didn’t want to get vampire germs.  Besides, she had taken over his spot on the couch and was far too comfortable to think about moving from it.

 

            “Shove over, slayer.” Demanded Spike, returning to find his couch being monopolized by the girl.

 

            “Ummm…no.  I have to spend MY night here, watching you.  I think I deserve the couch.”

 

            “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think you deserve.  I was here first.”

 

            “And then you left.”

 

            “And now I’m…”

 

            Anya, sick of the childish argument already, interrupted.  “Why don’t you just SHARE the couch.  Like Xander and I have managed to do.”

 

            Buffy looked over at Anya who sat directly on Xander’s lap and smiled at them.  It was great to see Xander in a normal, healthy relationship that was actually going well. Well, normal for the Hellmouth anyways.  An ex-demon beat a murderous Praying Mantis anyday.

 

“Fine.” She relented, pulling her legs in and sticking to her half of the couch, allowing Spike to drape himself over the other half.

 

“So, how’re you doing Will?” asked Buffy, casting a concerned glance over to the armchair.  Ever since Oz left she’d noticed her friend had been a little sad and withdrawn. 

 

“Better.” Willow smiled happily. “I’ve decided to move on with my life and make with the fun!  From now on, no more mopey Willow.”

 

“Glad to hear it!”  Buffy raised her beer in a toast.  “To making with the fun!”

 

“Hear, hear!” Agreed Xander raising his can.

 

Anya and Willow followed suit, and Spike gave a snort of disgust.

 

Perhaps it was the resolve of fun, or perhaps it was the empty stomach, but before two hours had passed, all four of them were completely drunk.  Even Spike had managed to get hold of about 15 beers when no one was looking.  Despite his high alcohol tolerence he too was feeling a little woozy.

 

“Lets play a game guys!” Slurred Buffy.

 

“Like Monopoly?” Anya suggested, eager to accumulate money and bankrupt her friends.

 

“No…a fun game…like truth or dare.” Argued Willow, her feet draped over the back of the chair and her hair hanging down to the floor.

“Oh! I know!” Xander pulled himself up into a sitting position on the couch and began to stammer out the instructions to a game he had learned from one of his work buddies.  “It’s like truth or dare, only there’s no truth.  And all the dares are written before the game starts, so you can’t just use the one someone used on you.  Okay…everybody gets some paper and writes down one dare for each other player.  Its gotta be something really good, that you think that person would never do. Then everyone gets a cup and puts their dares in it.  When that’s all done, the game starts and everyone takes a turn pulling one out.  If you chicken out, you’re out of the game, and the winner is the one who lasts the longest.”

 

“What do I get if I win?” Asked Anya, intrigued by the possibility of a prize.

 

“Hmmm…the pizza?” Xander laughed loudly which caused him to fall back down onto the couch.

 

“No! I’ve got a better idea!” exclaimed Willow, clapping her hands together.  “The winner gets to pick everyone’s costumes for the costume party at the Bronze next week.”

 

“I am not going to a sodding costume party.” Spike argued, warily.

 

“Oh don’t be a party pooper.” Buffy kicked him in the shin, harder than she realized, and mumbled a hasty apology before she realized who he was.

 

“Bloody hell, slayer!  Fine you’ve made your point.  Count me in.” Actually the idea didn’t sound all that unappealing.  Couldn’t be worse than sticking around the apartment with the watcher.  Plus, he knew just what to do with everyone’s costumes.  He chuckled quietly to himself and grabbed another beer.

 

Happy to have everyone on board, Buffy stumbled to the kitchen to grab some paper, pens and cups.  She managed to pass them out before crashing back against the couch to begin thinking up some dares.  “Hmmm…she thought to herself…Okay, lets start with Xander, something he won’t do…well that’s easy.  ‘Kiss Spike on the Lips’ she wrote, chuckling to herself.  Next she looked at Willow. Hmm…that shouldn’t be hard.  Her friend was shy, so anything public would be sure to stop her. ‘Sing the Oscar Meyer Weiner song out the window at the top of your lungs’ Buffy smiled with satisfaction.  Anya was next. Hmmm…what wouldn’t Anya do?  Pretty much stumped on that one, Buffy scribbled down ‘Eat a slice of that pizza.’  It was really gross.  Now for Spike…she smiled evilly to herself and wrote in big clear letters ‘Stake Yourself.’  She folded them all up and passed them around to everyone’s cups.  When everyone else had finished, they spun an empty beer can to see who would go first.

 

“Looks like its me!” Xander looked excited and a little nervous.  Unfolding his chosen paper he read. “Take off your shirt and kiss Anya.”

 

“What?” cried Buffy. “What kind of dare is that?”

 

“Oh, I just thought it’d be fun..”  Anya smiled guiltily before yanking his shirt up over his head and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. 

 

Five minutes had passed and they showed no sign of stopping.  “Oh, just let the witch go,” suggested Spike impatiently.  “Anything to distract me from that would be much appreciated.”

 

Willow agreed and selected a paper from her cup.  It was Buffy’s dare, and to the surprise of everyone in the room she showed no reluctance and walked confidently, although clumsily to the window and wiggled it open.  “OH I WISH I WERE AN OSCAR MYER WEINER….”  Her voice warbled loud and off key into the night and was soon joined by a pack of stray dogs in the distance.  A lady from the balcony a few floors down began yelling up at her to stop, and threatened to phone the cops. Willow quickly belted out the last few words and collapsed onto the floor in a fit of giggles.

 

“Wow Will! Didn’t know you had that in you!” hooted Xander admiringly, having at last broken away from Anya.  “We gotta get you sloshed more often!”

 

Even Spike looked moderately impressed as he reached for his cup to take his turn.  “Take off your shirt and kiss Anya.” He read.

 

This time everyone turned to face Anya, awaiting an explanation.

 

“Hey! Who says it was me?”

 

Silence

 

“Oh fine. So it was me.  I wasn’t feeling creative…sue me”

 

“Well I’ve never been one to deny a lady,” offered Spike with concealed glee, shooting a mock-apologetic look at Xander.  In one swift motion he tugged his shirt up over his head and walked over to Anya, placing a long lingering kiss on her lips.

 

Mmmm…Buffy couldn’t help but be impressed by the sculpted marble chest and well-defined abs the vampire had exposed.  She felt a sudden pang of jealousy when he leaned in and kissed Anya, remembering the kisses they had shared when they were “engaged.” Bad Buffy! She scolded herself.  She had promised herself she would forget all about that traumatic day.  No more sexy Spike thoughts.

 

“Okay that’s long enough!” Xander’s voice broke through her reverie and ended the kiss. 

 

“You’re a good kisser, Spike.” Anya slurred matter-of-factly.  “But I like you better, she said quickly to Xander, before he could get even more angry.  “Much better…” she pulled him in for another kiss.

 

Buffy rolled her eyes and drew a dare out of her cup, praying that Anya had been a little more creative when it came to hers and Willow’s dares.  “Kiss Spike” she read aloud with disdain.  “Oh, no.”  No way was she doing that.  Again. 

 

“Right then…” smirked Spike… “Guess that takes you out of the running.  I see you in a nice turkey costume.  Big brown feathers everywhere, and one of those little Gobblet things hanging off your beak.

 

Buffy frowned.  There was no WAY she’d let him win.  She had already bought her costume.  It was a Cinderella-like gown, long flowing satin with a sexy plunging back.  Guaranteed to make Riley swoon.  There was no way she was going as a Turkey.  With stubborn resolve, she leaned over and pulled his head to hers in what she meant to be a quick kiss.  However, the leaning proved to be too much for her drunken balance and she toppled over on top of him, hands grabbing at his naked chest, trying to stabilize herself.  Throughout the fall, their lips stayed intact and the kiss intensified in the new position.  Her warm lips against his cool ones.  Buffy moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she ignored the little voice in her head screaming out “WRONG!”  Oh god! He was a good kisser.  So powerful, so confident, so…

 

“Um, Guys?” piped up Willow.  “You can stop now.”

 

“Yes PLEASE DO.” Xander was not happy to see the vampire getting so much action with his girls.

 

Oh GOD! Buffy pushed away embarrassed, and in all honesty a little disappointed.  Her face blushed a deep shade of red and she made a show of moving back to her side of the couch.  Spike too, looked a little surprised.  He certainly had not intended that…well, that.  He had figured the sparks between their kisses as an engaged couple were due to the spell, but now…if anything, that kiss had been more heated than those before.

 

“Your turn, Anya!” Buffy pointed out, eager to get the attention off herself. “Pick a dare!”

 

The game went on, and Willow was the first to drop out, refusing to take off her shirt and kiss Anya.  Buffy continued to pick out dares, all of them which read the same thing “Kiss Spike.”  Obviously everyone had been of the same mindset in this game. However, in all honesty she was not unpleased with the arrangement.  The kisses were so hot and sexy, and were growing progressively longer and more erotic.  Her friends’ initial confusion was drunk away with more beer, and no one even noticed when she remained in his arms after the last one.  Anya was the next player to fold.  She had managed to wash down a small slice of pizza with a considerable amount of beer, and had had no problem stripping down to her underwear and taking the elevator to the main floor and back.  However, when her dare told her to give Willow $5, she had reluctantly thrown in the towel, refusing to part with money that belonged to her.  Xander was also doing pretty well, until he drew Buffy’s dare to kiss Spike.  Then, even Buffy’s threats of making him dress up like Tinkerbell were not enough to convince him to stay in.  Spike had done his share of dares, with admirable finesse.  One of his dares had been to call for pizza but instead of ordering, to sing the national anthem.  He had delivered the song with a surprisingly good voice, which had even Buffy applauding enthusiastically at its finish,

 

Now only Spike and Buffy were left in the game and Buffy smiled to herself as he drew the last dare from the pile.  It was hers, and she knew right then and there that she would be victorious.  Even if he did stake himself, she’d be the runner up, and he’d be a little out of the running.  Brilliant! She congratulated herself.  However, Spike had a different opinion.

 

“Well that’s bloody rude,” spat Spike, directing imaginary daggers at the girl curled up against his chest’.

 

“Ha!” screamed Buffy with obvious glee.  “So! What’ll it be Spikey?…Mrs Clause? Or the tooth fairy?  I see you in a nice pink chiffon tutu.”

 

“What makes you think I’m giving in?”

 

“What, you’re going to stake yourself?”

 

“You think I’m gonna dress up like a bloody fairy? Just pass me a stake.”

 

“Sure thing, bleach-boy!” He’s bluffing, she thought to herself as she threw him a stake.  He wouldn’t…would he?  For some reason, the thought of Spike staking himself didn’t give her the happy tingly feelings she expected.

 

“Right then.” He caught the stake and positioned it dramatically above his heart.  “Let it be known! William the bloody, killer of two slayers, bane of England, went down by self inflicted wounds because he refused to wear a dress.  Won’t that be something for your watcher’s books.”  He raised the stake up, as if to get more leverage and just as he was about to lower it Buffy screamed out.

 

“NO! DON’T DO IT!”

Spike laughed, and lowered to stake slowly, piercing it into his arm as one might a needle.  “Didn’t say where, slayer.”

 

“You Bastard!” shouted Buffy, more outraged that he had managed to provoke that reaction from her, then from the fact that he had found a way to get around her dare.

 

Spike chuckled evilly, although he was touched that she didn’t want him dead.  Confused, but touched.  He mentally noted to think about this later when his brain was less fuzzy. 

 

“Well, ducks. Looks like I’ve done all my dares.  And if I’m correct that leaves you with just one more.  Mine, in fact.  You do it, it’s a tie.  You don’t, well it’s hello Turkey feathers.”

 

“What happens if itsa tie?” slurred Willow before falling back over and passing out on the couch.

 

Anya looked over at Xander who had already passed out, and shrugged her shoulders.  “Who knows?” She managed to say yawning before she too joined Xander in a deep sleep.

 

“Won’t be necessary, Slayer” stated the vampire confidently.  “Just read the dare.”

Buffy tried to decipher the paper with blurry eyes.  “Strip down to your…underwear…and give…Spike…a lap dance?”

 

Spike chuckled evilly, thinking he’d won.  I mean, sure she’d kissed him, but there was no way she’d do this… Or would she?  Spike’s mouth dropped open as she pulled her tank top up over her head.  Pulling herself up to a standing position she walked over to the stereo and put on some music.  Unhappy with Giles’ choice of classical, she fiddled with the radio knob until a sultry latin dance beat filled the room.  Casting a last glance over to her friends, she confirmed that they were indeed passed out and would remain that way for quite some time.  Then walking back to the bleached vampire she smiled cunningly.  “Didn’t think I’d juss let you win, Didya?”

 

She turned away from him to unbuckle her jeans and made a show of bending over slowly to slip them off.  She stepped out of them and heard Spike draw in an unnecessary sharp breath at the sight of her in her red satin panties and bra.  Slowly working her way backwards to Spike’s lap, she rotated her hips in time to the music, all the while rubbing her stomach and sides seductively with her hands.  Spike felt himself grow instantly hard when she sat back against his lap and curled her head to his.  She planted a series of ghost kisses to his lips and chest, pulling away at the last minute and not allowing any touch of her lips to him.  Raising to her feet again, she turned around and swung a powerful leg up over his head, giving him a good look between her thighs before settling it down on the other side and straddling him.  She began again the sultry hip rotations, and leaned in for a feather light kiss to the side of his neck.  Encouraged by the noticeable bulge in his jeans, and emboldened by the alcohol, Buffy lowered her hips and began to grind her satin covered crotch up against his lap.  Spike, now painfully hard, was unable to stand it any longer and grabbed her hips roughly, forcing them into a rhythm of his own.  He sought out her mouth and met it with a wild and passionate kiss.  He licked hungrily at her bottom lip, his tongue requesting entrance and quickly accepted.  Alcohol and lust overpowered disgust and hatred, and Buffy’s own tongue joined him in battle. Spike’s hands groped at her back evoking moans from the slayer as he searched for the clasp to her bra. He undid it easily, and never breaking the fevered kisses, he threw the garment across the room, knocking over a small vase.  Neither noticed.

 

Desire coursed through the slayer, and she pushed the vampire back against the couch, straddling his hips and continuing her grinding motions.  Spike reached up and fondeled her perfect breasts, tugging roughly at her nipples and provoking a loud moan.  Unable to stand the building pressure any longer, Spike ran his hands down her sides and with one swift yank, tore off the panties with a resounding rip. Flipping her over onto her back, he kissed her soundly once more and stood up to remove his jeans.  Buffy watched with passion glazed eyes and took note with interest that Spike went commando.  God, he was big! She groaned with desire at the thought of him inside her.  She was so wrapped up in erotic thoughts that she failed to notice as the vampire picked his leather belt up off the floor and held her hands up over her head, securing them to the heavy coffee table beside the couch. 

 

“Whatcha doin’” she asked, legitimately confused.

 

“You’ve done your share of the teasing, slayer.  Now it’s my turn.”  With that, he crawled back on top of her and smashed his lips down against hers in a heated kiss.  Instinctively, Buffy tried to wrap her arms around him but found herself unable.  “Mmm…” she moaned, giving the belt another sharp tug.  Somewhere in the back of her hazy, passion filled mind she knew that she could break the belt if she wanted too.  However, the restraints and feeling of helplessness was strangely exciting, and a fresh burst of arousal washed over her. 

 

Spike ran his hands down her body, stopping at her womanhood and sliding a finger into her lush folds.  Surprised at how wet she was for him, he growled against her lips and slipped a second finger inside her.  Buffy moaned with pleasure as his talented fingers expertly massaged her clit.  God, he was so good at this.

 

Just as she neared climax, he removed his fingers, leaving her on the edge of quite possibly the biggest orgasm of her life.  “Oh god…don’t stop.  Don’t stop” pleaded the slayer, undisguised longing in her voice.

 

Spike’s plans to further tease the slayer fell second to his burning desire to be inside of her.  Positioning his throbbing dick at her entrance, he took one last look into her eyes and slammed into her cunt in one deep stroke.  Buffy bit back a scream as he plunged into her, stretching her wider than she had ever been stretched before.  She felt like she would split in two.  However the searing pain came with intense pleasure, and Buffy stifled another scream into Spike’s shoulder as she came with a mind-blowing orgasm.  Spike waited a moment, allowing her to calm down, and reveling in the feeling of her intense heat fluttering around his cock.  “Sunrises, Crosses, Holy Water…” he chanted inside his head, desperate to keep from coming so soon.  At last he regained control, and began to rock into her.  Slowly at first, but increasing the pace at Buffy’s fervid pleas.  Buffy bucked her hips against him, driving him deeper still inside of her.  Within minutes she found herself on the verge of yet another, even more powerful orgasm.  With one last tug at the restraints she snapped the belt and flung her arms up over his head.  Scratching her nails down his back, she screamed out in ecstacy as she came.  Spike, unable to control himself any longer, thrust in one last time filling her with his dead seed.  Her inner walls contracted, milking the last drops from him, and he collapsed, spent, on top of her, blanking out.

 

It was a few hours later when Buffy awoke.  Head throbbing, she opened her eyes and clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream.  Oh god, oh god, oh god.  The events of the past night ran through her head.  Spike lay naked on top of her, her friends just meters away.  Looking at the clock above her, she gasped.  2:05.  Oh no! Giles would be home any moment.  Pushing the sleeping vampire off of her, she clapped a hand over his mouth warning him not to make a sound. However she need not have worried.  Fast asleep, the vampire showed no signs of waking, despite her increasingly violent shaking.  At last, giving up, she let him lay down again and quickly dressed herself, shoving her wrecked panties into her pocket.  With a second look at the clock, she groaned and reluctantly scrounged up Spike’s clothes and began dressing the vampire.  With one last malicious thought, she grabbed a pen off the table and drew a mustache across his face.  For someone unable to see his own face in a mirror, Buffy figured it’d last a while.  She should have about a weeks worth of laughter at his expense for this.  “That’s for last night.” She whispered vengefully, having decided to place all the blame on him. 

 

Buffy did her best to clean the apartment and was finishing up as Giles returned.  If the watcher noticed anything unusual, he didn’t comment on it.  Instead he offered her a tired “Thank you, Buffy” and went straight to his bedroom to turn in for the night.  The slayer roused her friends, and together they gathered up their things and walked out into the night.

 

“So, how’d it go last night?” Asked Willow, curiously.  “I mean between you and Spike.”

 

“What?!” Buffy stared shocked at her red headed friend, pulse racing.

 

“The bet?” offered Xander.  “Who won…please tell me it was you.”

 

“Oh, yeah.” She lied, relieved.  “Yep, I won.”  She was going to have a little chat with Spike the next morning.  One word, and he was dust.  One word…

 

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