Locked

By Li’l Evil Pixie

Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

 

 

"Can you grab that statue, Xander?" Giles pointed distractedly to a large marble sculpture depicting a naked couple intwined around each other in a particularly raunchy position.

"Whoa, G-man...didn't know your tastes were so...well..."

 

"Fertility gods, Xander...purely magical.

 

"Uh huh. Whatever you say..." Xander nodded, a knowing smile on his face as he carried it into the basement.

 

Giles closed his eyes and counted to 10 before regaining a sense of calm. The gang was helping Giles set up the magic box...although "helping" was a loose word. Giles had a few other words that would more aptly describe the situation, however for the time being he chose to keep them to himself. He supposed in all fairness they had good intents.  It was just that their skills lay more in the “defeat the evil bad guys” category.  Their “setting up shop” skills were sadly lacking. Anya appraised everything's value as she unpacked and consequently moved at a snails pace. Xander was forever dropping things. Willow and Tara had been shooting furtive glances at each other all morning and had dissappeared about an hour ago on a mission to get coffee from across the street. However he noticed them getting into the car, and they had yet to return. Giles tried not to think about what they might be doing. And Buffy, his slayer, the one whose strength would have made this day so much easier, would not stop bickering with Spike. And don't even get me started on Spike, he thought furiously to himself.

 

…"And just what the HELL is that supposed to mean???" Buffy fumed from behind the counter, her voice cutting through Giles' train of thought.

 

"Look, luv. I'm just saying you're a lot more boring that you used to be..." explained Spike.

 

"I am NOT boring..." Buffy cut in with a screach, obviously offended.

 

In the corner, Giles closed his eyes and counted to ten.

 

"I suppose it comes as no suprise" Spike continued, ignoring her. "hanging out with Whitebread all the time...bound to rub some of that blandness off onto yourself."

 

"RILEY. His name is RILEY...or is 5 letters too long of a word for you to remember."

 

Giles shook his head angrily. He had never met two more aggravating people in his life. He loved his slayer, possibly more than anyone in the world. But his patience was wearing thin, and if they didn’t stop their incessant arguing, he was going to see to it personally that they shut up.

 

"Riley" Spike tried the word out, his voice dripping with disdain. "Isn't that a girl's name?

Well I suppose that's fitting..."

 

The look in Buffy's eyes could have born a hole through steel. "Riley is more of a man than you will ever be."

"Newsflash, slayer." Spike growled, putting down the crate he was carrying and approaching her. "I'm not a man. I'm a vampire. I'm Evil."

 

Buffy muffled a laugh into her sleeve. "Evil...right. Helping the librarian set up shop...you are bad." She coiled back in mock fright.

 

"Watch it, luv." Spike set his unfaltering gaze deep into her eyes. "This chip...it's temporary. I will get it out. And when I do, you'd do well to be on my good side."

 

"Oooh...is that a threat, Spikey? I am so very frightened, help me Giles, help me!"

 

Giles stood up from his place in the corner, nerves shot and the "Ripper" look in his eyes. His voice was menacingly calm and authorities. "If you children DON'T mind, i think it would be wise to be quiet and continue with the unpacking."

 

Hearing the no-nonsense tone in his voice, Spike and Buffy fell silent but continued to face off against each other, glaring hatred that spoke volumes.

 

"Fine. He's not worth it anyways." Buffy backed away; her head held high and picked up another box from the counter

 

Spike mustered all the self control he possessed and backed away also. However he couldn't resist one last threat. Bending over to pick up a crate, he whispered into her ear. "Laugh all you want slayer. But someday, it'll be me doin' the laughing."

 

"You're pathetic Spike." Buffy whispered back, turning around so that her eyes met his, and hoping he could see the contempt that filled them.

 

"Well you seem to have a thing for pathetic men." he shot back, voice rising unknowingly.

 

"I mean, there was The Poof who couldn't keep a soul..."

 

"DON'T TALK ABOUT..." she was shouting again.

 

"the college boy, who didn't have a heart..."

 

"That was NOT..."

 

"And now Captain Cardboard, who doesn't have a personality. I mean the four of you could go traipsing down the Yellow Brick Road...

 

"THAT IS ENOUGH" The room fell silent as Giles stared them down with a look of rage that only three sleep-deprived days of unpacking could produce. "IN THE LAST THREE DAYS THE ONLY TIME I HAVE HAD A MOMENTS PEACE IS WHEN ONE OF YOU IS NOT PRESENT. HOW TWO PEOPLE CAN HAVE SO MUCH TO ARGUE ABOUT IS BEYOND MY COMPREHENSION. BUFFY...YOU HATE SPIKE. I UNDERSTAND THAT. I HATE HIM TOO. BUT AS LONG AS YOU AND HE ARE WORKING TOGETHER, YOU WILL REMAIN CIVIL TO EACH OTHER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

"Don't look at me. This is all Spikes fault."

 

"Takes two to tango, slayer."

 

"We're not tangoing, Spike. I would NEVER..."

 

"its an EXPRESSION, slayer. Obviously lost on a person of your IQ..."

 

"Yeah, because MY IQ is the one..."

 

"ENOUGH!" Giles grabbed the slayer roughly with one hand and the vampire with the other. With surprising strength, he forcefully lead them into the back room. "The two of you have some issues to work out. And I suggest you do that. Until you can come to some sort of understanding that allows you to be in the same room like civilized adults you will stay in this room and give the rest of us some peace." With that, he released their arms and slammed the door behind him, locking it in place.

 

"NO WAY!" Buffy protested loudly, rubbing her forearm, which had turned red from Giles' forceful grip. "GILES YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME"

 

"THIS IS INSANE WATCHER!" shouted Spike. "SHE'LL STAKE ME! SHE'LL KILL ME AND IT WILL BE ON YOUR SHOULDERS."

 

"I can live with that, Spike." Giles answered from behind the door, before heading back and returning to his unpacking.

 

***

 

"Happy now?" Buffy demanded hotly.

 

"oh yeah...ecstatic! This is MY idea of a fun time."

 

"Well YOU'RE the one who got us in here." She accused, switching to a horrible british accent to mimic the vampire. "Buffy,your boyfriend's bland. Buffy your boyfriend's boring. Buffy, your boyfriend has no bloody personality...well at least I HAVE a boyfriend."

 

"Oh I'm so jealous" Spike swooned. "I wish I had a boyfriend. I see the light now...I want Riley!"

 

"Shut up. I'm serious! You can mock my taste in men ALL you like, but it doesn’t change the facts. You have NOBODY. Nobody even LIKES you! If I staked you right now, who would care? Couldn't keep Dru...no matter how crazy she was, she STILL could see a loser like you..."

 

"DON'T TALK ABOUT DRU" Spike roared, grabbing her roughly and throwing her against the wall with a crash, ignoring the warning from the back of his mind. "BLOODY HELL" He screamed, clutching at his head in pain. "I HATE YOU, BITCH. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME"

"What I've done?" She yelled back indignantly, picking herself off the floor. You throw me across the room and it's MY fault?"

 

"It's ALL your fault! If it wasn't for you I'd be HAPPY. Me and Dru, we'd still be together. Wreaking havok and all that. Angel would be off somewhere, doing his soulful brooding and poofing up his nancy boy hair…and Dru would be with ME. WITH ME! Ever since Angelus, it's been wrong. EVERYTHING has been bloody ruined! And this!" he pointed to his forehead, a look of rage on his face. "THIS IS JUST THE LAST STRAW"

 

"Oh, really? The last straw? And what exactly are you going to do about it?" Scepticism was rich in her voice.

 

"I'll figure something out. And when I do..."

 

"Yeah, yeah I know. When you do I'm your happy meal. I've heard it before Spike. And to tell the truth, that stopped being frightning a long time ago. It's actually kind of sad. Face it Spike...you'll never be able to hurt me"

 

"Well at least I have a reason." He motioned to the chip with disgust. "what's your excuse."

 

"Excuse for what?" Buffy demanded loudly, picking her words carefully making sure to put this as offensively as possible. "Not staking your sorry ass? I don't know...pity? Like the sick horse you just can't put down, no matter how useless it is. Its just no fun killing something to weak to fight back."

 

"Just keep pushing slayer." Spike warned furiously. "Headache might be worth it. Can't be any worse than the headache I have from listening to your harping voice!"

 

***

Giles was getting ready to call it a day. He'd got most of the unpacking done as he listened to their muffled shouting. Would they never stop? He checked the clock on the wall...they had been in there for 3 hours now, and as of yet they had not even stopped for a breath. Buffy's screaching was getting hoarse, and he could guess that Spike was in rough shape by now. A number of loud crashes had echoed from the storeroom, and Giles figured the majority of them were boxes being thrown at Spike.  He considered letting them out, but the thought of Spike enduring such physical pain cheered him slightly, and he decided it wouldn’t hurt to let them stay there for the night.  Resolving to come back early the next day, he quietly announced his departure and locked up behind him.

 

Meanwhile, inside the room, the heated battle raged on.  Spike was undoubtedly receiving the worse end of the attack.  Every punch he landed caused him more pain than it did her.  Not that that detered him in the slightest.

 

            “I’d kill you in a second if I could… *punch*  “Arghhh!” *clutch head* “Guess that’s the difference between you and me, slayer”

 

            *kick *  “What’s that…” *punch* “That you can’t?” Buffy swung around, planting her foot square against his forehead,  She used her momentum to continue in a spin and sweep her leg across his shins, making him lose his balance and fall over.  “I guess that’s what it is, isn’t it.  The difference between us is that you’re impotent.”

           

            Spike’s face flashed red, and his eyes bore straight through her.  “I’ll show you impotent he growled, kicking a leg up and catching her ankles, at the same time yanking her wrist towards him.

 

            His sudden movements caught her by surprise, and she landed hard on top of him.  “What the hell you do think you’re doing?” She glowered, infuriated at being caught by such a simple manoeuvre.

 

            “Proving you wrong.” He raised a fist and sent it smashing into her face, letting out a scream louder than hers when it landed.  Raising one hand to his forehead he clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut until the pain went away.  “I’m not as harmless as you might think, slayer,” he threatened, demonstrating his point with another blow to her jaw.  “In fact..” he breathed out, in obvious pain, “this gets easier…every…time…i…do…it.”

 

            Buffy’s head recoiled in shock and pain with each blow he inflicted, punctuating his words.  At last reaching out to defend herself, she subdued his hands and began to distribute her own share of violence across his face, before he regained control of his headaches and flipped her over onto her back.

 

            They rolled across the floor, each struggling for dominance, and each getting in as many jabs and blows as possible.

 

            “You can’t win this Spike…” Buffy groaned as his fist connected with her cheek.  He was a surprisingly equal opponent, chip and all. It had been a long while since she’d faced such a worthy opponent.

 

            “Don’t matter.” Spike gasped, “having fun trying.”  And he was…he’d wanted to do this for a long time.  Knock her off the high horse she sat on.  Bitch.  He thought to himself.  Can’t stand her. Sure…mocked the back of his mind. That’s why being on top of her like this gives you such a hard on?  Shit.

 

            “Right.” She breathed hoarsely while knocking his head against the floor. “You vampires get off on pain.” However, the disgust intended behind her words came out more as a moan, as she felt the truth of her words press up against her inner thigh. 

 

His arms circled hers, pinning her hands squarely against the small of her back, and he leaned over to whisper crudely in her ear. “Smells like its not just vampires, luv…”

 

He was disgusting.  He was evil.  He was putting everything he had into beating the crap out of her. 

 

But Buffy was horny and she didn’t care.

 

Breaking her arms loose, she grabbed his head roughly and pulled his lips to hers. Her anger, her violence, her frustration with Riley, all poured into the furious kiss. A brief protest escaped his mouth before it was muffled completely by her heated embrace.  At first he was unable to comprehend what was taking place.  The slayer…kissing him?  The thought disgusted him.  And yet, as her passion-crazed tongue forced its way into his mouth, all logic disappeared and the wrongness of the situation only fuelled his desire.

 

“Mmmm…” she moaned as Spike ran his hands down her sides, stopping at her waist to slide them back and cup her ass.  “Oh god…” It felt so good.  Too good. No, bad Buffy, she scolded herself.  Spike should most definitely not feel so good.

 

But the things he was doing, the way his hands moved…the way he did that thing with his tongue on her ear.  “Ohhhhh…..”

 

Spike bit down on his lip to keep himself from taking her right then.  She was the SLAYER for crying out loud.  Oh, but the way she was writhing against him…he was only human…or, well, close enough.  Oh, blast it all, he resigned to himself.  He’d worry about the consequences layer, when coherent thought was once again an option.  This decided, he furiously brought his lips back to hers, and began to wrestle with her tight tank top.

 

Buffy joined in the war against the shirt, but no amount of tugging could remove it without first removing her lips from his.  As that was not an option, he muttered a brief apology before ripping it off of her in one smooth motion, sending the torn garment flying across the room.

 

More clothes followed the shirt, most suffering the same fate as the tank top.  At last they were fully nude, bruised skin of Buffy exposed to battered skin of Spike.  They broke apart for a moment, both suddenly clear on how much this would change…how much everything would change if they didn’t stop now.

 

“We can’t…we have to stop.” Buffy looked imploringly up at him, pleading him to be the one to break it off.  She couldn’t.  She wanted him too badly.

 

“Right…” He looked down with lust-filled eyes.  “It’s wrong.  Must stop.”

 

They stared at each other, each daring the other to leave, but neither able to break away. 

 

            At last Spike could take it no longer.  “Bugger all,” he growled, leaning forwards and recapturing her lips roughly.  He pulled her hips to him and spread her legs wide.  All inhibitions gone, he positioned himself at her wet entrance and slammed inside of her. 

 

            Buffy threw her head back in a mix of pain and pleasure.  Her disgust of Spike and betrayel of Riley were instantly forgotten as he stretched her depths as no one had before.  Curling her legs around him, she pulled him in further.  “So good…” she moaned against his lips.

 

            Spike lost whatever self control he may have possessed, and began pounding into her with a wild fury.  Fucking her as brutally as they had fought only minutes before.  The violent side of Buffy’s nature was entranced by the wrongness and brutality of it all.  She had never explored this side of herself before, and was surprised to find she enjoyed the violence of sex as much as she enjoyed the violence of a good fight.  Thrusting her hips up in time with his, she broke her lips away to demand “harder…fuck me harder”  To demonstrate her need for violence, she clamped down her teeth on the soft flesh of his neck. 

           

            Spike growled in pleasure, and it took everything he had not to come right there.  “Crosses, Sunlight, Xander in a bikini…” he repeated in his mind, driving into her with a forceful passion that would have severely injured a girl of the non-slayer variety.  “Like it rough slayer?” he whispered roughly, forcing her hands up over her head.  “I can do rough.” 

 

            Buffy pulled with all her strength, but the lust made her weak and she was unable to free her arms.  Resigned, she relaxed her arms, and compensated by clenching her legs harder around his waist. 

 

            Spike took advantage of her submissive position and began to scrape the sides of her neck with his blunt human teeth.  Lowering his head, he continued scraping down her chest, coming to a stop against her breast.  Taking a nipple in his mouth, he forcefully bit down on it, causing a yelp of shock and pain.  “Baby wanted it rough.” He explained, an evil grin flashed across his face before he darted down to catch the other one.

 

            Buffy screamed out as her senses overloaded.  Colours flashed before her eyes as the most powerful orgasm of her life overtook her.  Spike thrust into her hard, gasping as her inner muscles clenched around him.  Unable to take it anymore, he pumped into her for a few more strokes before he came with a roar.  Spent, he rolled off of her and collapsed in a heap, more satisfied than he could remember being in a long time.

 

So…buffy thought to herself as she opened her eyes, eyeing her naked arch nemesis with disgust.  Guess there’s no chance that was just a nightmare?  A really, really good nightmare…