Lie To Me

Spike grabbed his duster and stormed out of the factory, he could still hear Drusilla in his head, whining over how the nasty Slayer had spoilt her game.

Slipping into his coat, he strode towards the centre of town in search of something to kill. He'd almost reached the main street when her scent caught his attention, a faint tantalising whisper of her on the breeze. Buffy.

As he switched course mid step he grinned, her scent was getting stronger and it was joined by another, Spike let out an involuntary growl as he pinned the scent down to a sex, it was male. This wouldn't do, he wanted the Slayer to himself and the possibility of there being another man in the picture was riling him. He didn't pause to consider what that meant; he just continued to stalk his prey. If there were someone with her, he'd kill him quick and then toy with his favourite plaything.


Buffy was chilled to the bone even though it was a warm night, her arms wrapped around her tight as she watched the dust settle on Ford's grave. This week had been hell. She'd argued with just about everyone and had realised that the world was full of lies--it upset her just thinking about it. Life was no longer black and white; there was this expanse of grey areas that she couldn't figure out. She didn't know whom she was meant to hate anymore, whom she was meant to love and whom she could trust. Looking up at Giles, she pouted.

"Does it ever get easy?"

"You mean life?" Giles looked down at her gently.

"Yeah, does it get easy?" Buffy wrapped her coat around herself tighter, trying to keep the chill out even though it was coming from her insides--life was hard.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Lie to me." Buffy blinked up at Giles and waited for his answer, he looked down at her with a half smile.

"Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are…"

From the shadows Spike watched them walking away from the grave, slinking back into the undergrowth he tracked them as they walked, satisfied that the male scent he'd picked up was just her watcher.

Buffy paused at the gate of the cemetery, going home right now didn't seem like an option to her, she needed a release, something to kill.

"Think I'll do a quick circuit." She scanned her surroundings and then looked up at Giles.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, do be careful." Giles started walking through the gate.

"It's my middle name. Night." Buffy turned and waved before heading back into the cemetery, following the rows of graves towards its centre.


Grinning to himself, Spike waited until she was far enough ahead that he wouldn't trigger her Slayer senses and then followed her. This was what he needed, a little one on one with the girl, so he could work out some of his personal issues on her.

Stalking her through the graves, he found himself watching her hips switching side to side as she walked with confidence into the night. As she neared the centre of the graveyard, he decided it was about time he made his presence known.

"Lovely night for a walk." Spike drawled at her as he slipped out of hiding, he grinned and felt his senses sharpen with anticipation as she spun around to face him.

"Lookee here. A big, bad vampire. Oh, that's right." Buffy raised her stake and flashed him a smile, fighting him was just what she needed to relieve a little tension and gain a little clarity. "I kill those."

Spike licked his lips and circled her, keeping his guard up the whole time.

"Funny that, don't seem to recall you killing me and we've met what, few times now, I do however, recall you running away--scared." Spike watched her closely; as she twitched, he felt his muscles tense in response. Game on.

As he bucked his hips slightly, Buffy found her eyes drawn there, she pulled them away almost instantly and settled them back on his face, the tiny glimpse she'd got had been enough to confirm he really was a big bad vampire.

Spike sucked his cheeks into a wide grin and scanned their surroundings; he wasn't in the mood for her running away, this time he wanted to keep their fight in a confined arena. Eyes darting towards the centre of the cemetery he found what he was looking for, now all he had to do was get her there.

"Up for a little rough and tumble, love?" Spike edged backwards towards his arena, licking his teeth, he kept his body wound up like a coiled spring in case she attacked before he predicted.

He amused himself over how she followed him unquestioningly, her eyes remaining fixed on his, her stake poised for attack. She was so easily readable--his little Slayer.

Spike flinched slightly at the thoughts invading his head, for a moment he was unsure as to whether he was playing her or she was playing him. He realised she'd been playing him like a fiddle since they first met, he couldn't stop thinking about her, couldn't stop dreaming about her. She was in his head all the time, in her miniskirts and knee high boots, fighting with him, screwing him. As it hit him, Spike shook his head as though he was trying to dislodge those thoughts. Get it together Spike, you're a vampire, she's the Slayer. We fight to the death and that's as far as this goes.

He realised he was stood still and staring down at his groin. Raising his head quickly he caught Buffy staring there too, she widened her eyes as she met his.

Closing his eyes for a split second, Spike sharpened his focus again and sensed out his surroundings, a few more steps and he'd have her just where he wanted her.

Turning dramatically, his coat flared out around him as he sauntered into the building and something in him knew she would follow.

"You know you wanna play, love." Spike hollered out to her through the open door.

Buffy looked up at the building he'd disappeared into.

"You've got to be kidding me."

In front of her was a dilapidated church, its windows smashed and one half of the door was hanging off its hinges, the pale light of the moon made the stone a dull grey, cold and uninviting.

Taking a moment to collect herself, Buffy weighed up the situation and decided that with all the wood in that building, he was in a lot more danger than she was. Besides, she needed a good fight, it was the only reason he was making her skin flush with a prickly heat--it was all about the fight. All vampires do this to me, he's nothing special. These tinglies I'm feeling, vampire tinglies, not Spike-take-me-now-you-big-hard-boy tinglies. Get it together girl. Kill the vamp, feel satisfied.

Spike watched her from the shadows inside the church, she was radiating confidence and she was clearly thinking she had the advantage. He dropped down to the floor as she approached and grabbed the nearest weapon.

Buffy slipped through the broken doors and into the church, stake raised by her side and eyes taking more than a second to adjust to the darkness. That's when it hit her, a solid four inch square piece of timber smacked her across the stomach and she felt the wind knocked out of her. Something inside her groused. Not so good an idea after all. Stupid Buffy.

As Spike stepped out of the shadows, Buffy saw he'd slipped into his game face. He threw the piece of wood to one side and went to open his mouth, only to find himself caught under the jaw by a fury powered fist. He landed heavily amongst the pews and growled, she wasn't meant to be fighting back yet.

Grasping her side, Buffy fought for air and watched for signs of movement from Spike. There were none. Edging towards where he'd landed she peered over the remaining pews to see a scatter of debris and nothing else. A low chuckle alerted her to the fact she'd not succeeded in hurting him.

"Not that easy, love. Still. Reckon I owe you one for that little stunt."

Buffy frowned. Stunt? He was the one who'd knocked the breath out of her with half a tree and she was meant to feel like her measly punch had hurt him more?

"I dare you to try."

"You're too sweet."

Buffy's head shot around to see him standing only feet from her, he landed a punch across her face as she turned and she managed to block his second attack. Catching his hand, Buffy twisted his arm around and kicked him in the stomach so he reeled backwards. Shaking her head to clear it, she didn't wait for him to recover again, this time she meant business.

Every kick or punch she tried he seemed to be able to dodge as through he was liquid, his movements were too swift and fluid for her to avoid and he landed several punches before she realised what was wrong. He'd intentionally led her in here, he didn't care about the weapons she would have at her disposal, he cared about the fact it was an enclosed space and he knew that it would be dark, she didn't have senses as sharp as his, she could barely see what she was lashing out at. She should have got out the moment she'd seen him in vampire guise, it should have rang her alarm bells, she should have known he needed his demon to make his senses sharper.

The momentary distraction of her thoughts was all he needed to grab her arm and throw her against the wall with a roar. Buffy sighed out on impact, the cold stone bruising her arm and hip. Before she had time to move, he was on her. Spike held her wrist tightly and yanked her arm around her back, pushing her face first into the wall.

Buffy struggled aimlessly and cursed herself--this was one hell of a bad week.

"Hello my pretty." Spike drawled close to her ear, Buffy could feel his cold breath causing her neck to tingle.

Closing her eyes as her skin hummed, she braced herself for impact. He was pressing her against the wall with the full weight of her body--it didn't leave much to her imagination.

Snarling quietly, Spike licked slowly up the curve of her neck and let his tongue catch her earlobe. Buffy knew it was just a warning of his impending bite, but her body ignored her and arched into him under the thrill of his tongue, her backside grinding against his crotch.

Pausing as he grasped her hips with his free hand, Spike let his mouth fall open and breathed heavily on her neck. The feeling of her pert ass rubbing against him had caused him to harden painfully in his jeans.

Coming to her senses, Buffy struck him hard around the side of the head with her elbow, as he stumbled away from her she grabbed the collar of his coat and yanked on it. She frowned as she held it up for inspection, it was empty and she had to admit she was impressed.

"Slippery little weasel." Buffy groused quietly and dropped his coat on the floor.

Spike edged around the room, keeping himself hidden in the shadows. He chuckled softly at her.

Making her way to the centre of the church, she turned around slowly in the darkness and tried to get a fix on his location, only he'd gone into silent mode. Trying to focus her senses, she kept finding herself coming back to thoughts of his cool tongue on her neck and the feeling of him hard against her. Just the fighting, slaying makes you hot, nothing to do with him, nothing to do with his tight body and his strength and the way his tongue made you feel. Nothing…

Buffy found herself suddenly assailed by him, he turned her around as he ploughed her into the altar, slamming her down hard on the table. Spike felt himself ache in his jeans as she grunted on impact; her breasts wobbling slightly caused his blood to feel hot.

Curling his tongue as he pinned her wrists to the table, he revelled in watching her struggling aimlessly against him. He could feel how tired she was, knew that her emotions had drained her long before he'd gotten to her.

"Guess I win, love." Spike purred down at her and she struggled again.

Trying to get her arms free, Buffy looked up at him and wished she had the strength to kick him away, purely so she could use the comeback 'guess again', she could see in his eyes that was what he was expecting.

"Worn you out?" He smirked down at her and let his eyes roam her body, her tight trousers and little red top calling to his blood and his blood responded with a dull painful throb in his jeans.

"Not even close." Buffy struggled again; her eyes fell from his face and somehow settled themselves on his jeans. The dim moonlight streaming in through the window above them highlighted the outline of his hard on and Buffy subconsciously licked her lips.

"Sure I can do something about…" Spike cocked his head to one side as he noticed where she was looking, the scent of her arousal reaching him.

He arched a brow at her, it wasn't quite what he was thinking but who was he to refuse a lady, besides, it might free him of his Buffy induced dreams for a while. As she raised her eyes to his, he could see they were full of fire and passion, and it made him hotter than hell.

Slipping out of game face, Spike tore her little red top open and ripped her bra apart, freeing her round pert breasts. He coursed a hand up her body and kneaded her right breast softly, it heated his hand in a matter of seconds and he smiled down at it.

Buffy felt her heart racing and it seemed like she was being dragged along by it. Her breath was ragged and her body was begging her to give in, it was betraying her more and more with every small move Spike made.

As she felt herself grow slick with desire, Buffy bit her lower lip and met Spike's eyes. He breathed out with a shudder; she was radiating so much heat, her skin sticky with sweat under his fingers. Growling down at her, he pulled apart her trousers and wrenched them off her in one swift movement. Running a finger over her panties he watched her as she arched her back on the table, he found something intensely satisfying in watching her do that, watching her being hot for him.

Tearing her panties off it dawned on him, he didn't want to kill this Slayer, she made his blood run hot every time they met and always left him thinking about her. This time, she wasn't going to get the opportunity to leave him; she was going to give him what he needed, she was going to surrender herself to him entirely.

Kissing a path down her stomach, Spike slid into game face and nipped near her thigh.

"Spike…" Buffy heard herself moan and silently chided herself for it.

Spike raised his head to look at her, his eyes lit up as she blushed slightly. Dipping his head again, he parted her soft fleshly lips and darted his tongue in, expertly circling her swollen nub. He growled slightly at how wet she was before slipping his tongue down to her opening and licking up the length of her.

Buffy bit back her moan and tried to convince herself that what she was doing was wrong; she was on the brink of fucking a vampire in a church. Reaching a hand out she grasped the nearest heavy object and looked at it, it was a large brass cross. Just as she lifted it up, Spike slipped his long finger up into her heated velvet depths and she let her hand fall open as she moaned, the cross hit the table hard. Spike's head shot up.

"Hope you weren't planning on hitting me with that. I'd have to kill you and that would be a shame." Spike grinned wickedly at her, giving her all the conviction she needed to let herself give in to her desires.

Letting her head fall back against on the table, Buffy heaved a long sigh and closed her eyes, allowing the feeling that Spike teasing her with his tongue gave her make her relax. Giving in was easy to do when he gave her an excuse like that.

Slipping his finger back up inside her, Spike realised that Slayer muscles were a gift of the gods; he'd never felt anything so tight in his life. Pumping her slowly, he pushed his fingers deeper inside her and paused when she tensed up.

"Oh, this just keeps getting better." Spike grinned down at her and she blushed.

The knowledge that she was so vastly untouched caused Spike to lose his patience. Unbuckling his jeans, he let them fall down around his knees and watched Buffy crane her neck to look.

She looked down at his cock and let her eyes widen as she raised them to meet his.

"Just relax, baby, and let daddy make you scream."

Buffy watched him as he stroked his length, she could feel herself growing wetter over the sight of him touching himself. Raising her hips slightly with one hand, Spike guided himself to her with the other. He paused and ran his hand up the length of her pussy then slathered his cock with her hot juices, before guiding himself into her entrance. As the first few inches of him slipped into her, Buffy tensed and grimaced.

"Uhaow!" She mewled and Spike felt the look of pain she was wearing tear into him.

Massaging her tensed thighs he tried to figure out the best way of going about this, there was no way they were backing out, not now he could feel just how tight and hot she was, not now she was surrendering to him.

"Relax, pet. Daddy just wants to make you feel good, but it's gonna hurt a little to start."

Furrowing her brows, Buffy nodded and looked at her surroundings then back at him. His face was softer now, almost tender as he smoothed her thighs, trying to calm her. She blinked up at him and he looked at her, a smile twitching on his lips.

He knew this wasn't all about sex, there was a tiny place in him that she'd somehow scratched out and made her own and the size of it was spreading with every passing second.

Buffy watched him with a shy smile, her heart was beating wildly and she stretched slightly as her muscles started to relax.

Feeling her soften under his touch, Spike eased himself in further until he reached the point of no return and slammed his cock home, burying himself to the hilt.

Buffy screamed and Spike flinched as her muscles tensed, he surmised that Slayer muscles could also be painful.

Pulling back slowly, he pushed back into her, trying to ease the pain she was feeling. Letting her eyes flutter open she looked up at him as he stared at their hips, he looked like he was concentrating hard and the more he moved inside her the better it was starting to feel.

As he felt her muscles unclench, Spike arched a brow at her, keeping a slow rhythm going between them.

"Not quite the screaming I was looking for, love." He grinned at her and watched her cheeks colour, she was beautiful, that he couldn't deny.

Buffy heaved a sigh and saw Spike's eyes fall on her chest, she wriggled slightly in an attempt to adjust to the feeling of him deep inside her, he rolled his eyes closed and she decided that he felt good in there.

Sensing her adjusting to him, Spike picked up the rhythm a little, pulling her hips towards him so her backside was hanging off the table, supported by his hands. Buffy closed her eyes and arched her back, letting her sore muscles tense around his cock and listening to the sound of him grunting.

"Mmm…" Feeling like giving him a little encouragement, Buffy let herself go, after all, she was screwing a vampire in a church; hell was waiting for her now with open arms so she may as well make the most of it.

Grasping her hips tighter in one hand as she moaned, Spike splayed his other hand out on her belly and rubbed her clit with his thumb as she pounded into her. She had his cock held so tightly that he wasn't going to last long, all the dreams he'd had about her had never been like this.

Feeling his thumb circling her nub, Buffy bucked her hips slightly and clawed and the dusty tablecloth, causing all the crosses to fall over. Shooting a hand out she caught one just before it hit Spike; he frowned at her for a moment before thrusting into her harder.

"Ungh! Spike…" Buffy scattered the crosses onto the floor as she reached her hand up above her head and clung onto the edge of the table. "Oh…more…"

"Buffy…" Spike growled and delved his cock into her, curling his hips each time they met hers, seeking out her sweet spot with the tip of his shaft.

Hands coursing up her body, Buffy wrapped them around her breasts and teased her nipples into hardness. She kept eye contact with Spike as she licked her finger and circled one nipple before tugging on in. His mouth dropped open and she smiled when his top lip twitched into a hungry sneer.

Driven on by the sight of Buffy pleasuring herself, Spike rubbed her clit harder with his thumb and looked down to watch his cock slipping in and out of her opening. He was mesmerised with how wet she was, his cock glistened with her juices as it left her and then slid back into her with such ease.

Watching him watching himself fucking her, Buffy mewled at him and bucked her hips, as he shifted to look up at her she felt his cock hit deeper inside her. Pleased at the feeling that coursed through her veins when her hips were raised and her muscles tensed, Buffy closed her eyes and arched her back, teasing her nipples as she did so.

"Make…me…scream…" Buffy moaned out hoarsely, feeling her body twinge and ache, begging for him to provide release.

Spike grinned at her words and abandoned her clit, digging his fingers into her hips he raised them higher and thrust into her harder, causing her breasts to wobble as she plucked at her nipples.

"Make…you…bloody…scream…" Spike grunted as he let his cock delve into her, the harsher the words the more she seemed to respond, her muscles clenching his length. "Dirty…Buffy…fucking…in a…church."

The words hit home in her and it sent a thrill coursing through her body, she couldn't get much dirtier than this. Closing her eyes and concentrating on the feeling of him pushing up inside her then slipping out again, Buffy squeezed her nipples hard and wrapped her legs around him tight. The restriction of her legs about him made him thrust harder, trying to get the same satisfaction from a shorter stroke.

"More…" Buffy whispered hotly and he found himself panting in time with her as she neared her climax.

Screwing his eyes shut, Spike staved off his desire to cum and pounded into her hard, causing the entire table to shake under their combined force. Buffy moaned harshly with each thrust and stopped teasing her nipples; instead, she grasped the edge of the table above her head and braced herself against the strength of Spike's thrusts.

As Buffy loosened the hold her legs had on him, Spike lengthened the strokes again and felt her tense up, her muscles holding his cock tightly. Spike grunted with each meeting of their hips, the sound of it caused Buffy's blood to run hotter and her desire for him to cum in her was overwhelming. Biting down on her lip hard she felt herself teetering on the edge of the abyss, all she needed was that final push.

"Cum…"

"Huh…" Spike moaned dazedly as he continued to pound into her.

"Need…to…feel…you…cummmmm…" Buffy moaned and tried to claw at him with one hand, he grinned and obeyed.

Slamming his cock into her hard, Spike came with long deep thrusts, moaning her name as he spilled himself. Feeling his cock throbbing and twitching inside her, his cool seed coating her walls, Buffy contracted her muscles and squeezed him tight, letting the feeling of him pulsating push her over the edge. A warm sedated sensation ran through her veins and Buffy let herself relax into the table, feeling like she was melting into a puddle.

Spike stilled his hips and looked down at her, she was smiling contentedly but there was something mischievous about it.

"What?" Spike questioned her as he let his cock slip out of her.

Buffy just kept smiling and ran her hands down her stomach and over her pussy. Coating her fingers in their mixed juices, she bought them back to her mouth and sucked them. Spike couldn't stop himself from thinking it was the sexiest thing he'd seen. Kneeling down in front of her like he was praying at the altar, he opened her nether lips and lapped up their fluids, Buffy moaned and arched her back again. Spike grinned. Slayer stamina.


Next evening, Buffy wandered through the town, letting her feet walk their own course. Patrol was the last thing on her mind tonight. Straightening out the long leather duster, she smiled at how he'd let her use it because he'd wrecked her clothes, and after all, she couldn't walk home naked. Memories of last night made her ache with longing. Looking up, she was greeted by the sight of the cemetery gates.

Raising her brows, she walked on into the graveyard and twirled her stake in her hand, her feet heading towards the church.

She adjusted her coat again as she stared up the old stone building, remembering all the sordid things she'd done in it last night. Grinning to herself, she slipped inside the doors and walked up the aisle.

Spike perked up as she walked in, his cigarette dangled loosely from his lips and he arched a brow. She was a vision in a miniskirt and knee-high boots, topped off with his duster. He growled softly as she approached and she continued to twirl her stake idly.

"Night falls, she appears." Spike blew grey smoke in her direction and met her eyes.

"How'd you know I'd come here?" Buffy came to a halt a few feet away from him and dropped her stake. Spike smiled at her and she felt like blushing.

"Same way you knew I'd be here, love." Flicking his cigarette away from him, he reached a hand out and grabbed Buffy, laying her down on the altar beside him.

Kissing his way up her chest to her neck, Spike let his kisses turn persuasive as he thought about the million things he could do with this girl and the million things he could show her. Pressing his lips to hers, he smiled inside when she kissed him back hungrily, her tongue playing with his as they fought for dominance. Spike pulled back as she moaned slightly.

She smiled coyly up at him and mimicked his words from last night. "Up for a little rough and tumble?"

Spike purred into her ear and licked her throat gently. "With you baby, always."

~*~ End ~*~

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