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Willow woke up, her eyes adjusting to the darkness in the room. Where was she? She felt something cold laying across her stomach and looked down. Memories of the evening before came back to her. She followed the arm up a muscular chest to look at the face of the man she had had sex with the night before.

Spike. She flushed as she recalled just what they had done. He had fucked her in ways she never knew possible. He looked so innocent in sleep. Boyish....almost peaceful. What was she still doing there? She gently moved his arm off of her. She had no excuse for what she had done. She had dreamed of it so many times. Now, faced with the consequences, she almost wished that she had just walked away. Remembering what he had made her feel was her saving grace.

What was she going to tell Buffy and the others? My god, she'd had sex with their enemy. Well, he was helping them now, but he was still an enemy. She couldn't believe she'd been so overcome with lust that she had allowed it to get so far out of hand. She pulled her clothes on, finding only scraps of her undergarments. She had to leave before he woke up. She couldn't face him this morning. Things had just gotten out of control.

She looked at him one more time before sneaking out, her mind replaying the events of the night before. She made her way through the sewers and into the sunlight. Buffy was going to kill her.

Spike's eyes flashed as he heard her shut the door. Did she really think that was it? He was too old for a one night stand. She had participated in everything. He wasn't about to let her walk away from everything. She was his, as he told her the night before. He didn't allow his possessions to leave him. If there was anything that Angelus had taught him, it was that. No, she was in for a surprise. She could deny it all she wanted, regret what had happened, but it wouldn't change anything. His mark was on her.

He stood, his nude body gleaming in the faint candle light. He smiled evilly. She wanted to run....well, he'd let her. The chase was half the fun. Another thing Angelus had taught him. His cock hardened as he thought of the pursuit. She'd forgotten who she was playing with. Soon, she would belong to him, body and soul. He chuckled softly as he sat down to wait for dusk. Tonight, the chase was on.

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"What happened last night?"

Willow looked up guiltily at Buffy. "What?"

"You disappeared on us. I was waiting for you to come in all night."

"I thought you were with Riley."

Buffy smiled, "Not all night! Geez, we just started dating. I'm not making that mistake again. So, where did you go?"

"I stayed over with a friend." Willow hoped that would be enough to satisfy her nosy friend.

"Who?"

Willow ignored the question. She was hoping that Buffy would get the hint. She laid back on her bed and stretched. She was unaware that the movement caused her shirt to dip low enough for the pink bite to show. She heard Buffy gasp then a hand tight on her arm.

"What the?" "Bite. What the hell happened?"

Willow felt her face heat up. "Nothing Buffy. Please just drop it."

"I will not 'drop it'. Who bit you and why?"

"Spike, damn it. In the midst of rough fucking. Happy now?" Willow spat out, standing. She was in no mood for a lecture.

"Spike?" Buffy said. "I thought he couldn't bite....WHAT! Fucking? You and Spike?"

"Yes, me and Spike. Is that so hard to believe?"

"Honestly? Not really. I've seen him watching you. And he didn't want to take part in our little payback, at first." Buffy looked thoughtful.

"So, was it good?"

"I'm not answering that." Willow said, getting her books together for class.

"I'll take that as a yes. Whoo hoo, Willow got laid. Man, I still can't get over it. You and Spike."

"Don't mention it to anyone. It was a one time thing. I'm sure he has already forgotten it."

"Oh....a Parker?"

"No. Just got a bit carried away. I don't think it was really me he wanted."

"Oh Willow. I'm sorry. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Good grief. It was good sex....Fuck, it was great sex. I am perfectly all right with the situation. Not really wanting to face him again so soon, but I'm an adult. I'll be Ok."

"If you say so. Come on. I'll walk you to class."

The two girls left the dorm talking quietly. Willow pointedly ignored the prank that they had played on her. She didn't want to let them know how angry it made her that they had been so careless with her worries and fears. She did owe Spike for telling her the truth before she'd spent all night searching for a cure. Thinking about Spike made her breath quicken. She shook her head, trying to shake all thoughts of the evening before from her mind. It was a mistake she'd be better off moving to the back of her mind as she was sure Spike had done as soon as she had left.

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Spike woke up smiling. He felt good. He felt better than he had in months. He walked around the room wishing it were night. He had a red head to find. He sat on the bed, reaching for the remains of her panties. He brought them to his face and breathed deeply, inhaling her scent. He felt himself begin to harden just at the smell of her.

He felt like something had changed. He couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was, but he felt it. Last night was the first night in months that he had felt normal. The lust for Willow had consumed him. Hell, he had bitten her quite savagely. Not even a twinge of a headache. It had been marvelous to feel her rich hot blood searing through his body. It was the first human blood he'd had in months.

She had run from him. He wanted to know why. The sex had been great. After she had finally given in, they had been remarkable together. It was as though they completed each other. He liked the girl. Didn't really like admitting that, but he did. It was more than that. She made him feel like he use to. She brought out the vampire in him. He loved it. He needed her. He would have her. For everyone's sake, he hoped she came to him willingly.

He got up and looked around the room frowning. It had Harmony's touch everywhere. He needed to change it. He couldn't expect his woman to live in this dump. Maybe he'd find her a new house. Something elegant and homey. She was lovely. She deserved a nice place to live out the remainder of eternity. Of course, he would rather leave Sunnydale behind. Take her to Europe. Show her the sights. Fuck her around the world. He smiled at that thought. Then, he frowned. He couldn't leave until the damn implant was removed.

He couldn't trek around Europe drinking pig's blood. He'd be laughed off the continent. He wondered if the slayer had found anything out yet. He was getting impatient with the waiting. It had been almost six months. Six months depending on his enemy. Six months without the taste of human blood. Until last night. He chuckled as he noticed that it was closer to dusk.

Thinking of Willow made his erection throb. He closed his eyes bringing forth an image of her. He moved his hand down, her panties still wrapped around it. He began to move his hand over his cock. As he thought of all that he could do to her, his movements increased. He imagined her naked and tied before him, taking everything that he gave to her. He could almost smell the scents of her blood and arousal. He had no doubts that she would get off on whatever he did to her. She was his. She'd love it or she'd learn to. He could teach her.

His speed increased as he continued to fantasize. He hoped she fought him in the beginning. He loved the pursuit. He could hear her moaning and screaming in his mind. He began to move slightly against his fist. He felt his cock tightening before he grunted her name. His cold seed spilled onto his hand and her torn panties. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. It was too early to think about the future. He'd concentrate on getting her first. Tonight, she'd find out where she belonged....with him.

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Spike looked across the darkened club, finding his redhead sitting at a table with the slayer and Chubs. The demon bitch was there too. He sat at the bar and ordered a drink, his eyes not leaving her. He had looked for her at the watcher's place, then the dorm, then around the campus. He finally found her at the Bronze. She looked liked she'd rather be anywhere else. Her green eyes scanned the room as though searching for something...or someone.

He smiled. He knew that she was looking for him. He felt a wave of pleasure. He wanted her to want him as much as he craved her. It made things easier if she were willing. Drusilla showed what happened when the girl fought the courtship. Of course, Angelus hadn't given up. He'd wanted to drive Dru insane. He'd succeeded. Spike didn't want Willow crazy. He liked her as she was. He'd like her even better when he had permanently staked his claim.

Willow scowled. Where the hell was he? Maybe he was staying away from her. She couldn't say anything about it. She'd thought about it all day. Remembering some of the things he had told her the night before, she had to admit that he seemed to actually care about her, or at least want her. She knew now that she shouldn't have left. They needed to talk. She wanted to know where they stood. Were they still reluctant friends or had their evening of passion moved them to a different place? She sighed when she didn't see him.

Spike finished his third drink. He stood, knowing that he had waited long enough. It was time to face her. To let her know that he wasn't going to let her go. He stopped, frowning as he saw the slayer's new pup join the table, a cocky looking boy with him. The boy sat beside Willow, his chair closer than necessary. Spike watched as Willow glared at the boy, moving her chair away. He felt a wave of pride. She was doing everything possible to discourage the kid. He cursed the damn implant again for the millionth time. He wanted nothing more than to go over and break the man's neck.

Willow looked at the boy named Alec in disgust. Riley had made a face when introducing the man, so she was relieved to know that he wasn't a good friend of Buffy's boyfriends. She moved her arm trying to avoid him. There was something about him she didn't like. She needed to talk to Spike. She stood up and smiled at Buffy.

"I have some stuff to get done. I'll see you later." She started to leave but was stopped by a hand on her arm.

"Hey baby. Don't take off yet. We're just getting started."

Willow jerked her arm free and stared at Alec, "Leave me alone. Riley, please refrain from bringing anyone else around us. Ok?"

"Bitch." Alec said, staring daggers at her back as she left.

"Why don't you leave? No one here likes you." Anya pointed out.

Alec stood and glared at them before leaving the club. He started walking down the dark streets. He had parked around the block in a free parking area. Suddenly, he felt himself thrown against the wall.

Startled, he turned to face a tall blond man. "Who are you?"

"Name's Spike. You've been touching something that belongs to me."

"What the hell?"

"Willow. She's mine." Spike would have given anything to wipe that smirk off his face.

He changed into his game face. The boy suddenly looked at him in fear. He felt the familiar power that he had missed these last months.

"Does she know that?" Alec taunted, trying to act as though he weren't frightened.

Spike grinned, "Fuck it. Headache be damned."

He hit the man across the face. Spike stepped back and looked puzzled. He started to laugh.

"This is bloody marvelous."

He pushed the man against the wall, his hand pulling the boy's head back until their eyes met.

"She knows it. Now, everyone will. No one touches what belongs to Spike. No one." His fangs slid out and pierced the boy's neck.

The warm blood filled his mouth. He savored the thick liquid as it spilled into his throat. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the fear-tinged blood. He finished with the boy, letting his dead body slide down the wall. An evil grin slid over the vampire's face.

Spike had no idea what had happened. The implant wasn't working. It had somehow defaulted. His face changed back to the handsome familiar vissage. He began to walk to Willow's dorm. This changed things. The game just got more interesting. It was time to show Willow where she belonged. He was now the vampire to do it. He laughed as he walked down the dark streets of Sunnydale. He had a woman to claim.

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The door slammed shut. Spike walked into the room, anger imminating from his eyes. He hadn't found her at the dorm. She'd gotten away from him. He had grabbed a student on his way back to the lair, enjoying the kill. It had been so long since he'd felt that power...that thrill. He couldn't wait to let Willow experience the difference. If he could find the silly bitch.

He cursed softly under his breath as he wandered through the dark halls. He opened the door to his bedroom and paused. A smile slowly spread over his face. Willow had come to find him. He almost laughed at the irony. He'd spent over an hour looking for her when she'd been here all along. He watched her chest rise and fall as she slept. He moved towards the bed, reaching for one of the chairs. He sat down, his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands. He just sat watching her sleep. He was trying to force his earlier anger down.

He didn't think it was the time to let her see that side of him. He decided to keep his new status a secret, for awhile longer. He didn't want the slayer staking him because the implant wasn't working. It was hard to accomplish very much as a pile of dust.

He sat back in the chair, balancing his large boots on the side of the bed. A smile crossed his face. He could keep a secret. The damn slayer wouldn't know what hit her when he was ready to play. Let the stupid bitch and her whelps think he was still helpless. He could play that part a bit longer. Wasn't too hard. He'd feed when he knew they were busy elsewhere. Couldn't be that hard to act. He'd have to put the word out among the boys that Spike was back and that Red was his. Wouldn't do for her to be threatened. Might make his secret known before he was ready.

He watched as Willow moved her head. Her red hair was spread over his pillow. He reached over and ran a finger over one silky strand, his cold touch on her face briefly. Her mouth opened slightly. He saw her pink tongue reach out and wet her lips as she turned in her sleep. He felt his cock harden. His eyes swept over her.

She had fallen asleep on top of the blankets. Her red-orange shirt had moved up while she had been sleeping. He saw the white flesh of her stomach as it disappeared into the waist of her blue jeans. He smiled. She had come to him.

He felt an urge to rip her clothing off and sink deep into her. He wanted to fuck her until she was hoarse from screaming his name. But, he had to think ahead. He wanted her. There was something about her that affected him in a way that he hadn't felt since Drusilla. He was going to have her for eternity. It would be up to him to make sure she was willing. He would get her before he'd fight the slayer. He couldn't very well kill all Willow's friends then expect her to fall in love with him. No, love first. Then death. After that, eternity.

He couldn't wait until he could finally pay the slayer and her morons back. He shook his head, freeing himself from those thoughts. He had awhile before he could do anything. In the mean time, he could plan his revenge....and seduce a redhead. He leaned over, his mouth above her stomach. He gently began to unbutton her shirt. His cock throbbed as her silk clad breasts were bared to his hungry eyes. He watched them move as she breathed. He laid his hand over her heart, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing. Her pulse quickened at the contact of his cold hand. He moved forward, his mouth above her breast. Time to begin playing.

Spike smiled, his mouth hovering above her breast. He ran his tongue over the nipple, the wetness of his touch dampening the silk of her bra. He saw her move slightly. He unzipped her jeans, pulling them off of her slim legs. He moved slowly, not wanting to wake her up. She lay before him clad only in the whisps of silk. He stood and lit several candles. Soon, the room was bright with the pale light from the candles. His eyes ran over her sleeping form.

Bathed in the dancing light from the candles, she was beautiful. His fire goddess. He slid his shirt onto the floor, tossing it on top of his discarded duster. He pulled the black t-shirt over his head, the muscles in his back clenching with the movement. He toed off his boots and soon stood clothed only in his black jeans.

He moved to the bed again, unbuttoning his jeans. He left them on, his hard cock straining for freedom. He sat on the side of the bed, his eyes on her even breathing. He moved his mouth to hers.

He softly kissed her mouth, running his tongue across her lips. Her tongue came out as her eyes fluttered open. They widened when they saw him above her. He put a finger to her mouth and whispered Shh. He then moved back down, his tongue journeyed down her chin and neck slowly and teasingly. She felt his blunt teeth scrape against her pulse point and wetness flooded her. He continued downward, his hand going behind her and unclasping the bra. He removed it, baring her breasts to his hot gaze. He licked in slow circles around her swollen tits. When she squealed at his licking, he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. His teeth bit into her, causing her to moan louder. Her hand on the back of his head pushing him hard into her chest assured him that she was enjoying his actions...

After he spent several pleasurable minutes on that breast, he moved to the other and repeated his actions. Spike chuckled as she writhed against him. He trailed his tongue down to her waist, rolling it over the small indention of her belly button. He was overcome with the smell of her lust. He felt her move her hips against him. He smiled, knowing what she was wanting. He placed his lips over the outer edge of her cunt lips. As he slid his tongue into her soaked passage, he sucked as hard as he could. Willow screamed and ground against him.

With each thrust, he sucked and each time Willow responded the same way. He slid a wet finger into her ass as he continued sucking. She soon spasmed again and a flood of white cum poured out of her pussy into his open waiting mouth. He ravenously licked up every last drop she released to him. He heard her moans and whimpers of pleasure as he continued his assault. He moved his tongue up, circling it over her swollen clit. He slid a finger into her grasping slit. She cried out again as he began to add fingers. Soon, he had three thrusting into her. She was so wet his fingers slid in easily. His tongue continued to flick against her clit.

He felt his fangs slide out. He bit her tenderly, bringing forth another orgasm.

After his feast, he crawled up the bed, the denim of his jeans rough against her aroused skin. He kissed her on the neck. Willow lifted his head to her face and kissed him on the mouth. Their tongues searched every recess of the other's mouth. They stopped only briefly for Willow to breathe short gasps of breath as they laid entwined. Willow wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him. She couldn't believe he could make her this hot. This time was even better than last night. She couldn't believe she had doubted this attraction. She didn't want to be anywhere but in his bed.

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"I want you to fuck me now." She begged, grinding against the denim.

"What do you say, pet?" He said, teasing her. His tongue swiped against her cheek.

"Please. Spike, please, fuck me."

Spike moved between her legs, his eyes on her body. Sweat soaked her body, wetting the sheets. The smell of sex, sweat, and the unique scent of Willow filled the air. He was intoxicated by it. He stood, removing his jeans. His cock sprung free, the tip glistening with his juices. It was throbbing, wanting nothing more than to sink into Willow. He guided it to her wetness, sinking into her warmth.

She cried out as he plunged into her. He loved hearing her as he fucked her. This side of her was his. The passion....the lust....the absolute need and want that filled her eyes. He smiled, deciding to play for a bit. He fucked her hard, needing release. She moaned in disappointment as he flooded her with cum. He withdrew, smiling at her as she gasped for breath. Her face was flushed, the need for release evident on her face. Her saw her glazed eyes watching him, waiting.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked silkily, running a hand over her leg. He ran his fingers in circles over her flesh, teasing her.

"God yes. Please. I need to cum. Please." Willow hated begging, but she needed it. She saw his cock hardening again as he ran his large hand over it, his eyes on hers.

His smile widened as he thought for a moment and then asked, "Where do you want it?"

She looked at him in surprise. Then, she saw the mischief in his eyes. He was playing. Damn it. She was so hot she really didn't care as long as his cock filled her up and made her cum. He wanted to play? She could play.

She smiled slowly at him and answered, "Does it matter? Just stuff that fucking cock in me and ride me hard. I want to cum."

Spike felt his cock harden even more at her words. She noticed and stored that information away. He liked for her to talk dirty. Interesting. Spike guided his cock slowly into Willow's pussy. He pumped it into her a few times very slowly. Willow was ready to tell him to go faster when he pulled out of her completely. She moaned as his cock left her empty.

"What are you doing?"

Without answering her question, he grabbed her ass and lifted her waist slightly. Willow's eyes widened in panic as she felt a slight pressure against her tight asshole. Before she could protest, he slammed his entire length into her rectum.

Willow screamed with the sudden sharp pain of his sudden presence. He stood still until the initial pain disappeared to be replaced by a pleasant filled feeling. Spike enjoyed the scream, knowing that he was the first one to take her ass. He planned to be the first one to do many things to her. He waited until she had adjusted to his massive length before moving.

Willow had never felt such pain coupled with pleasure. She felt him move inside her ass. She felt every nerve ending pulse with need. She reached down and began sliding the fingers of one hand into her pussy while she rubbed her clit with the other. Realizing that the pain had subsided, Spike began pumping very slowly in and out of her ass. The tightness brought him close to climaxing quickly and he had to stop several times to let the sensation die. He wanted her to cum first.

He couldn't believe how responsive she was to him. He would have thought she'd be hesitant, but again she proved him wrong. She was laying there, her own fingers plunging into her wetness. The sight of the shy little redhead acting so wantonly was enough to make him cum. He began to pound harder, using his own thumb on her clit.

Within seconds, Willow lifted her stomach and screamed as she felt the warmth of her orgasm fill her. Spike said her name as his cock swelled and his cum surged through it in large spurts. He leaned down, his teeth entering her neck as he began to drink from her. As her cunt filled with her own juices, she could feel her ass overflowing with Spike's. When he was spent, he slumped down on top of her and kissed her again. Her mouth mets his hungrily as she raked her fingernails across his back. She finally pulled away, breathless from their activities. Spike ran a hand across her cheek as she blinked at him drowsily.

"Sleep now, luv." he whispered, pulling out of her and laying beside her.

He waited until she was asleep before closing his eyes, his arm possessively around her.