Three Phases

-the Ugly-

-Second Half-

AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as Buffy (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)

PAIRING : Buffy/Spike

RATING : NC17

DISCLAIMER : We do not own these characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!

NOTE: We wrote this as role-play on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!

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Right then.

I hop off the bar completely and look at her. "Buffy on bar, legs spread. Let Spike see your cunny."

Lie down. Not comfy. But want fuck. Legs apart. Look at Spike. "Fuck Buffy," demand again.

I *really* wish I hadn't killed the owner before I got the spell for this beer! This is just too good to be true! She's spread-eagled on the bar with that lusty, cavewoman look in her eyes. Wild.

Wet and wild. Just like I like 'em.

Although I do have this vision of her, straddling me, riding me on the bar. Yeah, that'll have to happen. Perhaps a bit later… she really does look gorgeous spread out on the bar.

Buffy whimper. Did what Spike said. Why not move? Maybe forgot. "Fuck Buffy!"

"Sorry, Luv," I say. Like she knows what the hell an apology is. "Spike like Buffy," I simplify it for her. "Buffy pretty."

She smiles at me and I hop up on the bar, kicking a few glasses on the floor. I kneel between her legs and run my hands up them. I push her thighs apart even more than they already are and she whimpers.

"Spike *in* Buffy?" I ask. "Or Spike lick Buffy?"

Buffy moan. "Both. Lick now." Eyebrow up. Buffy think. Remember. "Please."

"Lick Buffy, where?" I ask as I lean down, between her legs. One swipe of the tongue up her slit and SHE'S FUCKIN' DELICIOUS!

I *knew* she would be!

"Here?" I ask as I repeat the motion, slipping the tip of my tongue inside her, just a bit. "Buffy like? Want more?"

"Ohhhh. Buffy like... " Grab hair. Soft. Pretty Spike. "More. More tongue. Faster. Make Buffy come."

"Mmm, Spike like too," I inform her before delving into her completely.

I thrust my tongue into her tight pass- HOLY FUCKIN' BLEEDING HELL ON FIRE!

OH NOT MY GOD IN HEAVEN!

Shit. She's tight. And *so* wet. She's gonna feel so bloody marvelous around my cock. And FUCK she tastes good. Better than I imagi- not that I ever thought about it, what with her being a slayer and all...

Hmm... ANYWAY... I start thumbing her clit as I lick the walls of her passage and feel her squeeze her muscles around *my* muscle.

Oh, yeah. Angelus was right. Pounding her's gonna feel like the freakin' motherland!

I slowly slip two fingers in under my tongue and continue to thrust *them* in and out while I suck her clit into my mouth.

"Oh....OH!" Pull on hair, push head closer. Hard to breathe. Want stop. Want more. Body on fire. Need more. Want more.

"Oh, good!" Lift hips and push fingers deeper. "YES!" Can feel something. Almost. Need it. "SPIIIIIIKE," whimper. "Please Buffy need..." Don't know. Something. More.

"FUCK!" Spike lips. Sucking on good spot. "MORE!"

I smile and twist my finger until I fi- AhHa! There it is. I rub my finger hard into her spot while squeezing her clit against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. See how Buffy likes that?!

Can't breathe. Can't.... Oh.... OH! "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Oh look. Pretty stars.

Try push Spike away. Spike not obey. OH. Oh... again! More stars. "SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE

OH FUCK YEAH! DOUBLE WHAMMIE!

Job well done, Spike. Bet *Angel* never made her come twice! (If she even came once! He can be such a ponce sometimes!)

Oh yeah!

I work her down until I hear her breathing return to it's semi-normal, but still drunk status.

Breathe okay. Now. Grab Spike arms. Pull up. Kiss. Taste me. Taste Spike. Moan.

Push. Need breathe. "Buffy liked. Spike good."

"Spike *damn* good," I correct her. "Tell me, Spike *damn* good."

"Spike fucking good." Buffy smile. Joke. Buffy funny.

"Yes, yes he is, Pet."

Damn, my prick is fuckin' purple! I'm gonna explode. I just know it. As soon as I get inside her, I'm gonna shoot all over her.

Fuck, I want her.

I kiss her again and pull away, "Ride Spike?"

Buffy nod. "Want Spike. Inside."

Flip us. Buffy strong. Smile. "Now?"

"Now, Luv. Now. Ride Spike now," I say and I quickly wrap my hand around the base of my prick and rocks, 'cause I *don't* want to come too early. I want her to ride me for a while.

Still wet. Want. Need. Now.

Take Spike cock in hand. Lower self. And oh... Big inside. "Shhhiiiiiiiiiiiit."

"FUUUCK!"

OH YEAH! *So* glad I'm squeezing my cock. I woulda blown all the fuck over her and in her and all around he-

SHIT! "Buffy squeeze Spike hard," I instruc- FUCK! I feel her muscles clamping down on me, like a vice! SHIT!

"More. Harder," I beg. I'm not above begging when I know the payoff will be huge.

"Ohhhhhh." Hard to breathe. Ride Spike. Fast. Harder. Make go deeper. Faster. More. So good.

Cock touch good spot. Inside. "SPIKE!" Squeeze Spike. Spike growl. Like growly Spike. Do again. Harder.

I growl again and she smiles. She likes it.

*I* like it.

Shit.

Okay... I slowly, ever so slowly, release my cock. I think I keep it under control for a few more minutes.

Hopefully she'll come again.

Shit. I grab her tits and play with her nipples while they bounce as she takes me at a gallop. Oh yeah, once you fuck a slayer, you never go back!

"OH! Harder!" Spike pinch. "FUCK!" Move faster. Lean forward and "SPIKE!" Cock hit other good spot. Buffy whimper. Do it again. Almost there.

Buffy moan. Bite Spike nipple. Spike groan and PUSH! Buffy squeak. Then stars. "AAAAHGODSPIKEFUCK!" Can't keep riding. Shaky Buffy.

OH FUCK!

I grab her hips and move her as she comes. She's got a little left in her, well, a *lot* left in her, cause I'm still there, but she keeps moving a little.

I watch her face and it's like she's experiencing it for the first time.

I guess cave people had a lot of first times!

She gets her barriers back a little bit and realizes that she's still on me. "Again, Buffy. Ride more. Ride again."

Spike still big. Not come. Need to. Buffy make come. Start moving on cock. Squeeze cock. Lick Spike nipples. Bite. Suck.

Spike whimper. Buffy smile. Made bad vampire whimper.

Spike squeeze breasts. "Good Spike," Buffy tell. Ride harder. Squeeze harder.

Lick throat. Spike purr. Pinch Buffy nipples. "Shit," Buffy moan. Buffy nibble on Spike throat. Spike gasp. Buffy bite hard. Taste Spike blood. Good. Buffy moan.

I can't hold it anymore. Fuck, she's drinking me! FUCK!

"OH FUUUUCK!"

"SHITBUFFY!"

Spike come. Inside. Feel good. Make Buffy come. "Ohhhh..."Buffy fall on Spike. Muscles stop work. "Oh fuck. Good."

Shit.

"Yeah, good."

She collapses on top of me and I wrap my arms around her. Nothing like the feeling of a hot woman's sweaty skin against yours after such awesome fucking sex.

Shit, that was good.

I kiss her forehead. "Buffy feel goo- Pet?" I look down and her eyes are closed. Well, I wore her out. 'Course truth be told, she wore *me* out too. I close my eyes a little too. I'll just rest a bit.

Oh, Buffy's head. What the fuck? I mean, MY head.

Did I drink too much? I can't remember...

Oh fuck. Oh, shit.

There's a guy under me. In me. Oh, I don't want to know...

Shit, I know anyway. I remember.

Beer is very bad. Makes Buffy go prehistoric. And he--

Spike--

SHIT!

I jump off him, and to the floor. Clothes. Clothes. WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CLOTHES!!!!

"Wha-" It's cold.

I sit up quickly. The warm that was here, it's gone and I'm cold.

Where am- Oh yeah!

Buffy.

"Buffy ride Spike?" I ask.

Oh, god. I'm blushing. Why am I blushing? I should be furious. I *am* furious!

I pull on my jeans and tank top, first. Spike has seen naked me for the very LAST time. He's seen anything for the last time, as a matter of fact. This place is gonna have a little more dust in a minute.

I turn to him. "I hope you enjoyed yourself!" Oh, fuck. Too loud. Headache. What, a hangover too? That's really not fair.

I feel ill. Partly because of too much beer and partly because of all the memories. Oh my god. The things we did.

"I did," I tell her as I sit on the bar, legs spread. She's avoiding me.

"I hope *you* remember how good we felt together. Didn't get to last time, but- you're fuckin' amazing, Luv."

I need a cigarette. Ah, someone left a pack on the bar. How considerate!

I grab one and how nice to leave matches on the bar too! I light it up and look at her. "You cannot possibly imagine how tight you are, Slayer, how good you feel from the inside..."

"Parker didn't--" No. Not going there. I'm so over that bastard, too. And I won't let Spike comfort me. Not this time. Last time... Shit, last time took me weeks to stop obsessing - I mean thinking - about it.

"Parker, Ducks," I say as I hop off the bar and start toward her. "Was a *boy* who wouldn't know the first thing about handling a *real* flesh and blood woman. He didn't see a good thing when he had her, and wouldn't know how to please you anyway."

I step closer to her naked body and slip my hand around her waist to pull her toward me. "*And* for the record, you're a beautiful, sexy, woman who is *fantastic* and *very* able to please a man. I think my cock is even *sore*, but it felt *so* good..."

"SHUT UP!" I scream. OW! This hangover is awful. I push him away, hard. He stumbles back a little. And I'm trying to NOT look below his waist, but I remember how good -NO!

"Not this time," I say softly. He's got vamp hearing, he can use it. And I don't explain but I'm sure he'll figure it out. He doesn't get to use me like that again and pretend it was all because he cares. I let him once and...

But it's not my fault this time. That beer wasn't normal. There was something. Drugs? I don't know. Something.

I pull on my jeans and tank top, first. Spike has seen naked me for the very LAST time. In fact, I should dust him. I told him not to return to my town and he did. And now he took advantage of --"Son of a bitch," I turn to him again. "You had to know that wasn't me. Because I *always* talk like that. 'Spike good.' Fuck--" My stomach turns and I have to sit down. I'm going to be sick.

"Of course I knew it wasn't you! But," I walk around the bar and find some crackers. "You can't tell me that, had you come across someone, you wanted to have sex with, drunk or under a spell or whatever that made the person *that* primal and sexy, that you wouldn't have gone for it." I hand her the saltines. "Here, they'll help settle your stomach."

"And, you knew what you were doing. If you remember it, then you knew. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you. Just admit it, okay? You had fun last time and you had fun *this* time. Regardless of whatever else goes on between us, the sex is *unbelievable*."

He's got a point. It *was* - NO. It was sex. He's relatively talented but he's EVIL! I kill evil. I seem to keep forgetting that around him, though.

"It wasn't *you*!" I protest. I know, it sounds weak even to me. "I was just... just horny cave-Buffy- God, I am NOT having this conversation with you! You, who were supposed to stay AWAY from me! NOT come back and try to ... whatever your plans were with that ring. And did you think torturing Angel would ENDEAR you to me?"

Oh, this is good. Anger, I can deal with. It helps me forget about his hands and his lips and his teeth.. Oh god... And he's still not dressed and oh look, he's turned on. Great.

"HEY!" I yell at her. "First off, I *didn't* torture Angel! And secondly, he's not all peaches and cream either, Luv. Serves him right to get some of it back!"

I move closer, but she moves back. "And lastly, the ring... OF COURSE I'm gonna go after it! You would too if there was some mystical thing that would guarantee *your* life!"

"I don't give a fuck what ANGELUS did, Angel's not responsible for any of that!" I yell. "And you could've just taken the ring and gotten out of my life, again! I wouldn't have known. But no, you had to gloat about it, so it serves you right that you lost it!"

I hold up my hand to keep him from arguing any more. "I'm not going to dredge up years of past history with you, Spike. I'm leaving. I could try to stake you but I don't think it's any secret that I'm so hungover you could probably knock me over.

"So I'm leaving. Consider yourself lucky. And get OUT of my town. Because the next time I see you, there will be NO sex. But I *will* stake you. That's a promise." I turn away and try to find my boots.

She turns and bends over to pick up her boots.

He he he.

I step up behind her and pull her hips back against my cock, rubbing it against her gorgeous ass.

"Sure about that, Luv? Even better when you're normal."

I turn and punch him in the face. See? I've got a little fight in me, hangover or no hangover.

"Not even if you were the last male on Earth," I spit. "You and I may have a physical attraction for each other, but it's SICK. And I will never act on it again."

"Sick?" I ask, "Maybe, but it feels *so* good," I leer as I stroke my cock.

"Good BYE, Spike," I say, turning and walking to the door. The sun's coming up, so he won't be following me. Thank god.

Because he really is convincing. Or maybe it's just that he's so *good* at... stuff. But this thing between us is bad news. I know it's just lust, but it's strong enough to cause problems. For me. I'm sure he's enjoying it, but I'm not.

Okay, I enjoyed *that* but... Door. Open door, leave Spike. Good plan.

"Fine, Luv. You go on with you! But this- you- me- it's *far* from over, Ducks. One day real soon, you're gonna regret walkin' away! The memories'll fade and you're gonna *wish* you'd taken another ride.

"Oh," I say as I move toward the door, where she's standing, "And for the record, Buff, Angel's *not* the picture perfect man. Ever ask him how many girls he fucked and killed *before* he was a vampire?!"

There.

I turn around and start lookin' for *my* clothes. "Oh!" I spin around again. "And another thing- two people *died* last night 'cause of you! The bartender and one of those little boys you were drinking with, and it's all *your* *fault*."

There!

Bitch wants to knock me down! *I'll* knock *her* down!

Thank you, Spike.

Thank you for reminding me why I should hate you.

Now I can leave.

"I remember telling you not to kill them," I say quietly. "And if I ever see you again, I'll be sending you to Hell. And for the record, Spike, I have on good authority that the hell-demons aren't too fond of vampires. Apparently they consider them half-breeds and that's not a good thing.

"I made the mistake of not killing you back in L.A. And cave-me was too horny to care about her duty. But the real me that you're looking at won't make those same mistakes again. Don't test me because you'll be dust before you can say 'bloody hell'."

And with that, I go out into the early morning sunlight. Shit, I can't believe I actually did something so stupid as sleep with Spike. He was right, even as primitive me, I knew it was wrong but did it anyway. But a part of me is glad that if it had to be someone, it was him. Hey, at least I don't have to worry about catching some disease or something.

Lessons learned: beer bad. Spike bad. Two things Buffy will never, ever let near her again.

No matter how good they made me feel, last night.

FINE! I kick a barstool across the room.

BITCH!

THIS ENDS IT!

More thinkin' with my prick! It's enough! From now on, I use my *head*!

I look down at my erection... "The *other* head!" I tell it.

Yeah. That way, I'll at least follow through with my plans- THE PLAN!

DAMMIT!

She's not dead!

Yet!

Damn. Wish she woulda ju- NO! I don't. That girl is high maintenance. *Too* high.