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Juli Kline looked in her purse, cursing softly. It was late and she couldn't find her lighter. She took a deep breath trying to calm down. She and Bobby had gotten into a huge fight. She had made him stop the car and she had gotten out. Now, she was stuck on some dark street with no pay phone in sight. Just her luck.

She knew he would turn around and come get her. They often had these arguments. They usually ended with some major making up. She felt a breeze and pulled her coat tighter around her. The one night it gets chilly and she's stuck outside. She began to walk, giving up on the lighter.

Lucien watched the girl. He smiled as he began to walk towards her. He had thought that he wouldn't have any fun today. He had only been in Sunnydale a day, but already he could tell he was going to like this town. His only problem would be the slayer. He could take care of her though. After that, Sunnydale would be his. He sped up, feeling the lust in his veins. He had to have the girl.

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Buffy laughed as Willow finished telling her joke. "I can't believe Xander actually knew a good one."

"I was surprised" Willow said, her eyes serious. "So, why'd you want me to patrol with you?"

"We haven't seen each other a lot lately. I just wanted to catch up." Buffy said.

"Who's fault is that Mrs Riley?" Willow said pointedly.

Buffy blushed, "Ok. I admit it. I'm a terrible friend. I should be taken out and pressed to death for neglecting you. Feel better?"

"A bit" Willow said, laughing.

Buffy suddenly stopped, her body tensing. "Shhh"

Willow froze and looked around. She didn't see anyone. She trusted Buffy's instincts though so she was curious to see where the vamp was hiding.

"Stay here" Buffy said, her hand grasping her stake firmly. She moved towards the alley to the side of them.

Willow glanced around. "Great. I get to stay here. Why am I always the one that has to stay?"

She noticed someone moving down the street and tried to see him more clearly. Wow. He was gorgeous. Dark black hair that fell to his shoulders. She saw him pause and look her way. Their eyes met over the distance and she felt an electric shock go through her. His eyes were pale blue...they almost appeared gray. She saw a smile cross his lips before he put his finger to them. She could have sworn he whispered "Shhh" to her before moving down the street. She heard Buffy yell to her and shook herself out of her daze.

She moved into the alley, her face scrunching in disgust. "Oh my god..."

Buffy looked down at the girl laying at her feet. Her throat was ripped open, her chest sliced with a knife and she had an L cut into her forehead. "This is gross."

"Is it vampy or demony?" Willow asked, not able to look at the girl's body.

"Can't tell. Nothing human did this. That I know" Buffy said. "We need to get Giles."

Willow remembered the guy she had seen. He had to have been the one that had done this. No wonder he had bothered her. He was probably some demon. She was lucky he had already killed.

"Giles. Good idea."

The girls left to get the watcher hoping he could shed some light on this particular turn of events. So much for an easy night.

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Lucien watched them, a thoughtful look on his handsome face. He had been in Sunnydale for a week. After the initial close call with the slayer he had decided to be a tad more careful with his food. He had also had a change in plans.

He had, at first, wanted to play with the slayer. He thought she would make a worthy opponent. After watching her, he knew that wasn't the case. So, he had changed the game. Made it more interesting, in his opinion. He had watched them all, the slayer's little friends. He had selected the players and the pawns. They were not yet aware of what fate was awaiting them.

He intended to play for the slayer's life. If he won, she would die and he would possess Sunnydale. If he lost, she and the others would be let go and he would leave. For a good match, he was willing to give up a hold on the town. There were plenty of towns in the world. He had a feeling that this would not be an easy victory. He was anticipating a true match.

He rarely lost, but when he did he was a true gentleman about it. He loved games. Had played a wide variety of them over the last nine hundred years. He was always a tad happy when he lost because it meant he had found a true opponent. That was so rare though. It had been nearly three hundred years since he had lost. He watched the group before him, working together completely unaware of his presence.

The dark haired boy and his mate. They would be taken along with the slayer and her watcher. He had decided to play opposite the redhead and the vampire. Hire Fire, as he had nicknamed her mentally. She just might be his defeat. He was playing against her, the other added for game purposes. The vampire he had chosen because there was must be two. His plans for his innocent Fire required a male. The other two didn't deserve her. The vampire also had cunning and intelligence. He and Fire went together well. Lucien did not want an easy victory. There was no fun in that.

Seeing the vampire watching his Fire, he smiled. Yes, those two would play well together. Standing, he moved from the window. It was time to finalize the arrangements. Tonight it would begin. Tonight, he would begin to play with Fire.

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Angel glanced up as Doyle came into the room. He was holding his head, a familiar look in his eyes. Angel automatically reached for the bottle of scotch in the desk drawer.

"What was it this time?"

Doyle took several long drinks before glancing at his boss and Cordelia. "We got to get to Sunnydale. Now."

"Sunnydale?" Angel said softly, thoughts of Buffy entering his mind. "Is it Buffy?"

"It's the whole bleeding lot of them" Doyle said, his eyes serious.

"I'll call Giles" Cordelia said, reaching for the phone.

Doyle took it from her, "Ain't no time Princess. We got to go."

"What are waiting for?" Angel said, reaching for his coat.

"Have to be there by nightfall...." Doyle said, his mind trying to remember the details. Everything was a blur except for the faces and the town.

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"Still nothing?" Willow asked, a frown on her face.

"Nope. Giles said that every lead he has dead ended." Buffy said, kicking the bag.

"Well, maybe it isn't anything....I mean, we haven't found another one." Willow pointed out, her voice skeptical.

"Maybe. Anything is possible in Sunnydale. Hey, you ready to head to Giles?"

"Can't. Not yet anyway. I promised Spike I'd help him pick out a sofa."

"Furniture shopping with Fang?" Buffy said, her voice teasing. "First comes love then comes marriage...."

"Buffy! Good grief. It's a couch. He asked. I couldn't say no. We'll be there though. How long could it possibly take to choose a couch?"

"Why'd he ask you?" Buffy said, the teasing still in her voice.

"Buffy" Willow said, her tone warning.

She had a slight flush on her cheeks. Her friend knew about her silly crush on the vampire. In fact, Buffy never lost a chance to tease her about it.

"Fine. I'd better go. See you later. Just don't let him talk you into buying him a bed...Wait, you'd probably like that. Get to try it out in the store...OUCH!" She said, laughing as Willow threw the pillow at her.

"Enjoy yourself!!!!" Buffy said, leaving the dorm.

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"Could you have taken any longer?" Willow asked, scowling at the blonde.

"What? I had to find the perfect one."

"We went to five places. FIVE! You ended up buying the green one from the first store." Willow said.

"Well, I had to see what else there was" Spike said, defending himself.

He wasn't about to tell her that it had all been an excuse to spend time alone with her. He had known immediately that the green couch would look great in his apartment. The other stores had been merely for show.

"Typical male. Always checking out all the options before committing" Willow muttered.

Spike arched an eyebrow, "Bitter much?"

"Me? No. That's a laugh. I'm the one they always pass up. Guess you could think of me as that awful plaid thing we saw at the third store."

"Not plaid, luv. Not with that complexion."

Willow glared at him, seeing the amusement in his blue eyes. "Thanks a lot Fang."

"What I'm here for" Spike said, smiling slightly.

Willow had to laugh, "Oh, so that's it. I was wondering why we hadn't staked you yet."

Spike grabbed his heart, "Ouch. That one hurt. Here I thought you were the one that loved me" Spike moved ahead of her, not letting her see the look in his eyes.

Willow ignored his statement, not able to deny it. Instead, she sighed, "Buffy is going to kill us. It's already after nine. I told her to expect us by seven or so. Still can't believe it took you nearly three hours to buy a couch."

"Can we drop that already? So I am a tad picky."

"Anal comes to me" Willow said, smiling impishly.

"This is my first apartment alone. I want it to be perfect" Spike said, nodding.

"If it takes you that long to buy everything, you might not have it furnished before next year...."

"Red" Spike said warningly.

"Ah, we're here!" Willow said, hurrying up the stairs. She opened the door using her key, stopping in surprise. "Hey. Anyone in here?"

Spike bumped into her, pushing her into the dark room. "Where the hell is everyone?" he asked, hitting the light switch.

"Buffy? Giles?" Willow called out, looking in the bedrooms. "No one is here."

Spike picked up a coat that was lying on the back of the watcher's sofa. He smelled it, the scent familar, "Angel."

"What?" Willow said, noticing the coat. She saw a purse sitting by the sofa. "That's not Anya's or Buffy's. Angel was here?"

"Bloody hell...this is his. What's going on?" Spike asked, his eyes growing concerned.

"Wonderful question my dear boy" a voice said from behind him. "Sit down and I shall give you an answer...."

"I know you" Willow said, seeing the dark haired man. She ran through her memory trying to place his face.

Lucien smiled, "A week ago. Alley."

Willow's mouth dropped open slightly, "The dead girl."

Lucien laughed, "That was me. Good memory, Fire."

"Where are they?" Willow asked, not liking the man's attitude.

"Sit. Both of you." Lucien said, looking at the vampire.

Suddenly, a thought struck his mind. He began to laugh, "This is great. Couldn't have planned it better. Fire and Ice. How quaint."

"Who the hell is he, pet?" Spike asked, sitting beside Willow.

She shrugged, "He killed that girl we found last week."

"Ahem" Lucien cleared his throat.

"Sorry" Willow said, cringing. Just like her to apologize to the bad guy.

"It's fine. My name is Lucien. As you can tell, I have some people that belong to you."

"What do you want?" Spike asked.

"Impatient aren't you?" Lucien said, staring at the vampire.

"Don't have all night" Spike commented.

Lucien just smiled, "As I was saying, I have your friends. Seven of them. Must say, it was a bit of a surprise to find three extras this evening...."

"Seven?" Willow said, her mind thinking. Angel and Cordelia must be in town. The seventh? Oh, Cordelia's boyfriend, that Doyle fellow.

"Seven. So, seven chances to save the slayer's life" Lucien said, smiling.

"What?" Willow was confused.

"Let me start at the beginning. I like to play games. Thrive on them in fact. Only thing that has gotten me through nine hundred years with my sanity reasonably intact. It's been such a long time since I've truly been challenged....I selected you, Fire."

"Fire? My name is Willow."

He shook his head, "No. To me it is Fire. And your vampire friend is Ice. Together, you can make a choice. Play my game. Win and save your friends. Lose, and I own you both and the friends die."

"What if we don't play your fucking game?" Spike said, not trusting the guy.

"You all die" Lucien said, his eyes giving no doubts to his statements.

"What is this game?" Willow asked.

Lucien smiled, "Ah, to the good stuff. I have put each of your friends in a different location. You must complete a series of tasks to find them. Some of the tasks are easy. Some difficult. Depending on your point of view. I made this game especially for you, my innocent litle Fire."

"Tasks?"

"Yes. As I said, nothing that difficult. IF you want to save your friends, that is. Each one that is completed, a friend is released. My part of the game is for the slayer. The others are merely added rounds for the final showdown, so to speak. If you free them, they live."

"How do we know we can trust you?" Spike said.

Lucien looked offended, "I am a gentleman sir. I would never break my word. This is merely entertainment for me. I have nothing against the slayer. She can't harm me. Call it a diversion, if you will."

"Entertainment? You are threatening to kill seven people, nine if you count us and it is entertainment?" Willow said.

"Of course." Lucien said. "Do you choose to play?"

"Spike can't be help during the day. How long do we have?"

"Ah...I've thought of that. I have a spell that will enable to be in the sunlight until the game is complete."

"Really?" Spike asked, visions of himself in the sun dancing through his head.

"Wait. It appears that you get everything if you win." Willow said. "What about this? If we win, everyone lives, you leave Sunnydale, and you make that sunlight spell permanent?"

Lucien saw the vampire look at her in surprise. He had to smile. She loved the vampire. He hadn't noticed that. He couldn't believe he had missed it. It appeared then that he had chosen well. She would not only be fighting for her friends but also for her love.

"And what about you? What would you like Fire?"

"My friends lives are enough for me. Spike could care less about any of them. I need something to motivate him into actually helping" Willow said, giving a valid reason for the sunlight part.

Spike frowned at her words, "I'd help, pet. I may not be a fan of the slayers, but I wouldn't just let her die like this."

Willow looked at him, surprised to see the hurt in his eyes. "I'm sorry...I didn't know."

He looked away, not answering her. "When does this game thing start and end?"

"You have seven days. One day for each friend. If you finish faster than that, fine. I really do love to lose it just so rarely happens."

"I bet" Willow said, disgust in her voice.

"So, are we playing?" Lucien asked eagerly.

"They get food and water? No torture or anything? Oh, and blood for Angel."

"Yes...yes yes..." Lucien said, leaning forward.

Willow glanced at Spike. He still wasn't looking at her. Sighing, she nodded, "I'm playing."

Lucien looked at Spike. "It has to be the both of you...."

"Fine, I'm in." Spike said, still hurt over her doubt in him.

"Goody. The game begins now. The spell took effect as soon as you walked into the room, Ice. The first task or clue. In this envelope. I started off simple. As each clue or task progresses, they may become more involved. Don't think that they all will be so simple. Good luck. I'll be watching. I LOVE watching...."

Willow took the envelope from the attractive man and watched him leave. Opening it, she read aloud.

'For Anya's life. Sweet nineteen and never been kissed. Fire is sparked by a slow burn. Go to the place where love blooms and begin to burn. Once that task has been complete, you shall find your friend.'

"What does that mean?" Willow said, confused already. This was supposed to be simple?

"Bloody hell...it means that we have to kiss." Spike said, spitting out the words.

Willow felt heat rushing through her. Her face was red as a realization hit her. She suddenly remembered his words, "Dear lord....He likes to watch...."

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"Are you sure this is it?" Spike asked, looking around the gardens.

"The place where love blooms. This is the most popular out door spot to get married in Sunnydale. Flowers and all that. It has to be here." Willow said, trying not to think about what was ahead of them.

"So, let's get it done. We have six more after this one." Spike said, not wanting to sound too eager. He had been dying to kiss the redhead for months. Now, because of some stupid demon, he would have a chance.

"Right here?" Willow squeaked. She glanced around, the scent of the flowers filling her senses. It was truly a beautiful place.

"Where else, luv?" he asked, arching a brow.

"Ok. We can get this done. It's just a kiss after all. I've had those before. Yep. He was wrong. I have kissed. Xander and I kissed."

"I don't think he went back as far as first grade, pet" Spike said, laughing openly.

Willow glared at him, "Fine. Laugh all you want. You've been kissed hundreds of times. My first real kiss has to be with you for some perverted demons viewing pleasure. And all to save my friends. I can think of much better circumstances."

"Not hundreds" Spike defended, knowing that it must be difficult for her to have to do this...especially with him.

"Close enough I'm sure. I wonder if he's watching. What if we do this and he isn't watching? We'd have to do it again and he might not believe that we did it the fir..."

Her words were swallowed by Spike's mouth as he claimed her. She whimpered softly as she melted against him. HIs hands went behind her, bringing her closer into him. His tongue swept into her mouth, leaving no place untouched. She moved her hands to his head, bringing him closer to her.

Spike couldn't believe how one kiss was affecting him. He felt his cock harden and groaned. He moved against her, rubbing his jean covered erection against her stomach. He heard her soft whispering sounds and tightened his hold. His moved one hand to her ass, needing to bring her closer.

Willow pushed against him, gulping for much needed air. She looked at him, her eyes wide as she saw him run a hand through his short hair. She let eyes stray down the evidence of his arousal. My god. Just one kiss had done that....

She struggled to catch her breath, her lips swollen from the force of his kiss. She heard a voice call her name and looked up as Anya came to them.

"Willow!" Anya hugged the girl, stepping back. She took in the swollen lips and mussed hair and smirked. "You get all the fun, don't you?"

"Are you ok?"

"Fine. Here's the next clue. I have to leave. I was forbidden to help. Have fun."

Willow looked at the envelope in her hand, exhaustion hitting her. "I can't do another one right not. I'm tired."

"Let's go to my place. We can catch some sleep and start fresh in the morning." Seeing her open her mouth to object, he stopped her, "I'd feel better if we stayed together. We both have to finish the game."

"You're right. Besides, maybe I can try out that new couch" Willow said, too tired to even think of the implications of that searing kiss.

"You're dead on your feet luv. Let me help" He swung her into his arms, despite her protests. She gave up, setting her head on his shoulder.

Lucien smiled, his teeth white in the darkness. Yes. This was going to be a lot of fun. He wondered if they would be able to make it through all the tasks. He hadn't counted on their attraction or the feelings between them. That would help them. Much easier to do what he had planned if it was with someone you trusted and loved. He followed behind them, giving them victory for round one.

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"What's it say?" Willow asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

She had just woken up, surprised to see Spike outside enjoying the sun.

He smiled. He didn't care what they had to go through. He was loving this whole sunlight thing. Too bad it was only lasting a week.

"I haven't opened it yet."

"Someone is disgustingly cheerful for early in the morning" Willow grumbled, taking another drink of caffiene.

"And someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed" Spike pointed out.

"Read the damn clue" Willow said, not wanting to remember his bed.

It had taken her hours before she finally fell asleep. And then, she had been haunted by the scent of his sheets and the memory of his kiss.

Spike opened the envelope and cleared his throat,

"For Doyle. The view from here is lovely...the whole city you can see. When the sun is shining, the task shall be completed."

"What is the task?" Willow asked, feeling a headache coming on.

"I'm getting to that pet. Damn impatient girl......

'The heat has already started, the kiss caused a simmer. With Ice's cold fingers, Fire shall burn. Moan loudly my friends for I shall be watching and listening. Upon Fire's orgasm from Ice's lovely long fingers, Doyle shall be released.'"

Willow shook her head slowly, "No. There is no way....I don't know Doyle. He can die. It's not a big loss. Not like thousands of people would hate to see him go. Right?"

Spike looked at her, his face blank. He couldn't believe this guy. First a kiss and now this. What the hell was next?

He sighed, "If we lose one round, we lose the game. You remember the slayer don't you?"

"I can't let you do that...not outside where anyone could be watching...."

Spike had to smile, "You'd let me do it in private?"

Willow's face flamed red, "I didn't say that. I meant that this is too much. My god. I thought he would have us fighting demons or something. Not doing these kinds of things. He's sick."

"I'd rather play with you than slay demons any day, luv" Spike said, his eyes staring at her.

She licked her lips, a rush of heat spreading between her legs. She felt herself wetten and saw Spike's gaze intensify. "Uh...we'd better go....get Doyle out so we can see what nifty treat is next."

Willow closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath. She was having all of her fantasies come to life. Good lord. This Lucien guy might be a horny demon, but he sure knew how to mess with her libido. All she could think about now was the thought that in less than an hour, Spike would be bringing her to her first orgasm with his fingers...all to save Buffy. She almost laughed as she got dressed, wearing a long skirt. She smiled impishly as she left the panties in her bag. Make it easier for him and a bit less obvious to everyone else.

Spike watched her run back into his room to change. He wondered how he would make it through six more tasks if they kept getting better and better. Right now it was taking all his control not to storm into his room and take her everywhere imaginable. Running a hand over his face, he made up his mind. He'd go with it. Hell, if they had to play anyway, they might as well get some enjoyment out of it. Thinking of the task that lay ahead, he smiled. His mind was already racing with possibilities. Willow would definitely be moaning when he got through with her. There was no doubt in his mind at that.

Willow sat down on the bench, breathing in the scented air. She was thanful to see that Spike had found them a rather deserted spot. She saw only a few people off in the distance running. She leaned back against the bench, her eyes scanning the city. It truly was beautiful up on the hill. She really hoped this is where Lucien meant.

She saw Spike coming towards he and took in a deep breath. He was so gorgeous. Just the sight of him made her blood boil. She was glad that he had been chosen as her partner. She really couldn't see doing any of this stuff with Xander or even worse, Giles. She made a face at that thought. It really helped that she was so attracted to Spike. She was less nervous than she could have been.

"What is that?" Willow asked, seeing the smiling blonde holding something behind him.

"Nuh uh pet. Put this one first" he handed her a scarf with his free hand.

"Spike...what are you doing? We need to get this done."

"The scarf, around your eyes. Then, we can play."

Willow sighed as she fixed the scarf around her head. She wondered how odd this must look to anyone that noticed. She felt something cold on her lips. Startled, she gasped. She felt it push into her mouth, her tongue licking at it. Cherry.

Spike moved the cherry popsicle across her lips, his cock hardening at the sight of her pink tongue licking the frozen treat. He moved the cherry pop down her chin and along her throat. He let his mouth follow its path. She moaned as she felt his cold tongue following the path of the cherry sicle. She held tightly to the bench when she felt both cold substances on her nipples. A breeze blew, causing them to harden even more. She had been so lost in sensation that she hadn't realized he'd unbuttoned her shirt.

Spike pushed her skirt up, his free hand running along her wetness. "No panties..naughty girl..."

She ignored him, pushing against his hand. She felt his mouth back on her as something cold touched her clit. She cried out as he rubbed the popsicle along her wet slit. She began to have trouble breathing, her breath coming is short gasps. He slid the sicle into her tight passage, his mouth moving down her stomach. He knelt between her legs, his tongue tasting her juices. She groaned at the feeling of something entering her. He began to slide the melting popsicle into her pussy, his thumb rubbing against her ass. He licked at her clit, tasting cherry popsicle mixed with Willow. He'd never tasted anything to intoxicating.

Willow threw her head back as her orgasm hit her. She moaned his name loudly, her hands going to her breasts. She writhed on the bench as he continued eating her. She lost all track of time as her first orgasm slowly slid into a second and then a third. When she honestly thought she couldn't survive another, she felt him remove himself from her. Cold lips touched her, a tongue entering her mouth. She tasted cherry and what she knew was her self.

The scarf was removed, her eyes closing at the sudden brightness. She opened them slowly, seeing his lust filled gaze on her. She licked the juices from her lips, seeing his eyes darken. She leaned closer to him, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her.

"Excuse me, mates. The demon man wanted me to give you this."

Spike cursed softly, his cock throbbing for release. He looked up at the dark haired man, glaring slightly.

"What?" he hissed.

Doyle glanced between the man and the girl. He had come at the wrong time. "Uh, here. And thanks...whatever you did...you got me out. Can't stay and help or Cordelia dies. You two continue...."

Willow felt heat spread over her cheeks. "They are so going to think I'm a hussy. Every time they come up to us, I'm panting like some B movie queen."

"You ok?" Spike asked, keeping his eyes on the trees.

He knew that that was probably her first orgasm...first three. He hated to think she might be ashamed of them.

"Oh yeah" Willow sighed, the space between her legs sticky with juices and frozen treat.

She began to refasten her shirt, seeing the way the material stuck to the trail he had made down her, "Could use a shower though."

"You go take one. I'll meet you at my place" Spike said, standing.

His cock was aching for release. He had to take a cold shower. A very cold shower.

"Thought you didn't want us seperated?" Willow said, her eyes on the large bulge in his jeans.

She licked her lips wondering if she was going to have a chance to play with him.

"I have to shower, too pet" Spike hissed.

"There is plenty of room..." Willow said, catching herself. Good grief. What had she said. He looked at her in surprise, "I meant, you can go after me...before me..."

"Fine. Let's get there." Spike said, having a bit of difficulty walking.

Lucien watched them leave, mopping the sweat from his forehead. Damn. They had won that round plus earned bonus points. He tucked his cock back into his pants, following them. He smiled as he realized that this was one game he wouldn't mind losing.....

**********

Willow walked into Spike's apartment, the stickiness between her thighs making her flesh stick together. She watched Spike as he went straight to his bedroom. He hadn't said a word the entire walk to his place. She knew he wanted her, the evidence pressing against his jeans.

Sighing, she sat on the couch. She heard the shower start and images of him came to mind. She whimpered as she reached for the next clue. She could figure it out while he showered. She opened the envelope and read.

'For Xander. Fire melts Ice.'

She looked at it in surprise. Nothing but those five words. Fire melts ice. She smiled suddenly. He was giving them freedom on this one. She heard the bathroom door shut and got a thoughtful look in her green eyes. She stood, making her decision.

"Lucien...wherever you are...Thanks." She said, knowing he somehow had to be watching them.

She stripped her clothes off, walking into the bedroom. She opened the bathroom door, taking a deep breath. She could do this. She had to make him melt. She went to the curtain, pulling it aside. She froze, her eyes wide. He was heavenly. She felt heat spread through her as she stepped into the shower.

Spike had his hand on his cock, images of Willow's face as she had cum dancing through his mind. He had his eyes closed and his head against the wall as he stroked. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his. He started to move his head but felt as though someone was holding him in place.

He groaned as he opened his eyes and saw Willow kneeling before him. She just looked at him, her eyes full of desire.

"Next clue" she said simply, before taking the head of his cock into her mouth.

He closed his eyes half way, peering at her as she began to lick and suck his cock. He had been so ready for so long. He felt himself arch against her mouth, her warmth heating him. He gave a strangled cry as he erupted, spilling his seed into her throat.

Willow pulled her mouth away when he was finished. She licked her lips, her fingers rubbing against her clit. She couldn't believe she could be so horny after giving him a blow job. She watched as he stayed hard. She felt hands on her shoulders as he lifted her, his mouth covering hers. She whimpered as he entered her, breaking past her viginity easily.

Spike moved like a demon possessed. The last twenty four hours had gotten to him. He had to make her his. He felt her fingernails dig into his back as he thrust. She cried out as she felt his mouth biting her neck and breasts. She closed her eyes, leaning back and letting the water fall into her open mouth. She pushed against him, wanting nothing more than to cum again and again.

Spike rubbed his thumb over her clit as he she shuddered around his cock. He ran his tongue over her hard nipple, sinking deeper into her. Her legs were around his waist, her feet joined behind his ass. He moved faster, feeling himself ready. She screamed loudly as she came, her tight cunt clenching his cock. He spilled his seed into her, his mouth biting her neck deeply.

Willow was trying to catch her breath. She felt his hands move under her ass as he stepped from the shower. His mouth stayed on hers as he carried her to the bed. She laid down, the water dripping on to the blanket. He laid on top of her, never removing himself from her. She looked at him, smiling softly as she brushed his damp hair away from his face.

"What clue?" he asked, his eyes on her satisfied face.

"Fire melts ice" she said simply, claiming his mouth.

**********

"Ahem" the sound resonated through the silent room.

Willow opened her eyes, adjusting to the dimness. Suddenly, the overhead light glared on. She gasped, pulling the sheet up over her and Spike.

"Cordelia!" she said.

Cordelia smiled, "Well, don't have to ask how you're doing, do I? Here's the next clue from studly demon guy."

"What?" Spike said, waking up and looking at her, "Wasn't it for the moron?"

"Yeah...it said Xander."

Cordelia nodded, "Yep. You apparantly went ahead a clue. So, I got out too. Two for the price of one cum I guess. Anyway, I've got to go meet Doyle. You two have fun now."

Willow reached for the clue, only to have Spike stop her. She looked at him, smiling slightly.

"So, we get points for jumping ahead?" he said, smiling.

"Appears so" she replied.

"Do you want to read it now or later? We only have three left and it is just day two."

"Later" she said, tossing it on the table. She leaned over and caught his mouth. "Much later...."

**********

"Luv."

"Yes?"

"It's later"

"I can't move" Willow mumbled, moving closer to him.

Spike laughed softly, "Bet I could make you move...."

She swatted his hand from her thight, "There will be none of that mister. We really need to look at that clue."

"I know. It's been sitting there for a day. Poor whoever it is."

"Making me feel guilty now..."

"We're ahead. You heard the bimbo yourself. But, we really should start moving again. Only three left."

"OK. Let me get it." Willow moved out of his embrace reluctantly as she got the envelope. "Let's see what this one says."

'Fire and Ice....Ahead of the game. Clue four was intercourse. Congratulations on skipping a step. Next clue my over eager opponents. FOR Angel. Touching is easy and fun. But words can also make you cum. Next task. Both of you must orgasm without touching each other at all. Enjoy lovers.'

"Damn" Willow said, sitting back. "Horny little bugger isn't he?"

"Not complaining....yet" Spike said, smirking. "So far, this hasn't been that difficult of a game. This last part should be easy enough."

"I'm worried though. What is all these are a set up and the last part is impossible? Maybe he just lied and everyone finishes his games. He may just kill them before the end or something."

"Quit worrying. I strangely trust him. Come on. We don't have to fulfill this clue for a bit yet. Why don't we practice on that clue...."

"Practice makes perfect" Willow said, nodding solemnly.

She sighed as Spike's mouth found her neck. Yes, it definitely made perfect.

**********

Willow sat on the bed, her eyes on Spike. He was seated in a chair, his nude body pale and gleaming. She licked her lips at the look in his eyes. It was time to save Angel.

"Luv, listen you my words....watch me. Remember, it is just a game..." Spike said, running his hand over his hand over his bare cock. "Your pleasure is my main concern. I love the way your breasts feel in my hands as I lift them to my lips. Feel me squeezing them. Watch my lips softly kiss the swell of each one. My fingers are finding your nipples and rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers. Pinching. Tugging. Flicking them. My tongue licking the bare skin of your breasts."

Willow found herself responding to his words. It was almost as though he were truly touching her. She found herself mimicking his words "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

Spike chuckled, his cock growing at her display. "I am just beginning, pet. I am moving my lips. Kissing your sexy mouth, feeling your warm lips against mine. Licking your lips with the tip of my tongue, probing your mouth, sliding in deep to let you suck on my tongue."

Willow whimpered at his words. She saw the spark of mischief and lust in his eyes as he watched her. She listened to him, growing wet.

"Running my hands into your red hair, driving my tongue deeper in your mouth. Kissing you long, wet and hard, wanting to get your pussy dripping wet."

"Spike...eat my wet pussy. I need to feel your tongue inside me." She begged, running her hand down her body to touch the wet curls in between her legs.

"Pulling you forward, spreading your long legs, and burying my face in your furry pussy. Licking your lips from your pussy hole to your clit. Slowly dragging my tongue, wide and flat, through your pussy, lingering on your clit with each stroke. "

"Grabbing your head and pressing my juicy pussy even harder into your face. Fuck me please. Fuck me hard." Willow moaned as she slipped a finger inside. She was starting to get into this game. Images of him doing as he was saying entering her mind.

"Oh god yes, I want to fuck you. Licking and sucking your clit as my fingers work deep into your wet hole. Driving in and out, feeling your muscles grab me with each stroke. Come for me little girl." Spike moved his hand faster, his eyes watching the blur between Willow's legs. He heard her whimper again and began to arch against his hand.

"Oh god, I am so fucking close to coming. Fucking your face. Pumping my pussy against you. I am going to come for you, Spike!" Willow breathed out, her hands moving deeper into her wet cunt.

"I want it! I want your hot come. Give it to me. Give it all to your little bitch!"

"Oh baby, yes, here it comes. Get ready. Here it comes!!"

"Rubbing your clit as you explode. Give me more you little whore. Give Spike all you've got." Spike saw her tense and heard her cum. He watched as she continued to pump her hand into herself.

"Yes, please, feel me coming again. Oh my god, again! Oh fuck, yessssss!!"

"I can feel your clit slide in and out of its hood as I rub it. More. More of your cum baby girl."

"No more. No more Spike. I need to breathe. Please, let me catch my breath."

Spike just smiled as he continued the fantasy. His hand moved faster as he watched her fingers continue to move. "Feel my tongue licking your wet pussy. Lapping it with short, quick strokes. Paying special attention to your clit. Get up on all fours. I'll lick your pussy from the rear like a little whore. You need me to devour your dripping pussy. Licking you with hard strokes. Pressing my nose into your tight little ass as I drive my tongue deep into your pussy hole. God, you taste just like a little slut! Like a juicy, wet, naughty little slut. Press your pussy back into my face. Grind it against my tongue. Grabbing you by the hips so I can work my tongue deeper and harder into your wet pussy. I want you to come for me. Come hard in a hot wet gush. Stroking your clit. Over and over again. I want you to come for me again. Don't hold back. Give it to me, baby."

Spike groaned as he felt himself spilling onto his hand. He heard her cry out as she came again. He saw the wetness oozing from between her legs. Her hand was coated from her juices. He felt his cock stirring again at the sight. They had won this round. Angel would be freed. He smiled as he stood, his words washing over her exhausted form.

"Let me suck that hot come from your pussy as it gushes out. I bet it tastes so good. Licking and sucking your swollen pussy. Kissing your lips tenderly."

Spike joined her on the bed, words forgotten as their lips met.

Lucien smiled in delight. Only two more rounds left. This one had been particularly exciting. Their words had aroused him. He sent himself back into his body, marking another number in their column. He sent word for the vampire to be freed. Smiling, he set about writing the next clue. The final one, for the slayer, would be the true test. Somehow, he had the knowledge that this would be one game he was going to lose. Laughing at what was waiting ahead for them, he began to write.

**********

Angel looked at Willow and hid a smile. He could smell his childe all over her yet she was trying to act as though there were nothing between them.

"I have the next clue."

Willow took it from him, not missing the smile in his dark brown eyes. "Thanks."

"You do know who he is, don't you?" Angel asked.

"Lucien?" Spike asked, "No. Just some bloke that had you all. Why? What do you know?"

Angel laughed, "Nothing. Sorry, but I'm not allowed to help. Buffy's life depends on it. Just...have fun."

Willow watched him walk away, thinking about his cryptic statements. "Should we research Lucien?"

"Nah...only two left. This one has to be for the watcher." Spike said, fingering the envelope.

"Well! Open it." Willow said, rather eager to see what was next.

Spike ripped it open, withdrawing a piece of white paper. He read,

'For Giles: Fire is burning brightly as Ice begins to melt. One last place is left that is untouched. Far ahead of the game you both are. Don't fall 'behind'. The elevator at MapleWood has a lovely view of the gardens......Good luck.'

"The glass elevator?" Willow said, confused. "I don't get it."

Spike started to smile, "From behind pet. Untouched places? Glass elevators..."

Willow's mouth fell open as she realized what he meant, "He can't be serious...That? There?"

Spike laughed, "Don't worry luv. Only one left after this." He kissed her, putting the clue on the table.

"Great" Willow mumbled, wondering how he was going to fit into her there and feeling a bit excited at the prospect.

**********

"That was great" Willow said, smiling softly.

"Thought bloody security was going to have a fit when you stopped the elevator." Spike said, smiling fondly at the memory.

"I still can't believe how good it felt" Willow said, laying against him.

"And you thought I wouldn't fit" Spike scolded her softly.

"Well, I didn't know!"

"You sore?" he asked, rubbing his hand over her ass delicately.

"Nope. A nice soreness. After the first few minutes it felt great."

"Good. Glad I didn't hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me" she said, knowing he needed to hear the words.

"I never want to hurt you" he said, looking seriously into her eyes.

"Only one more left" Willow said quietly.

"One more" he echoed, brushing her hair from her face.

"What then?" she asked.

"I won't let you go, slayer or not."

"Good because I won't let you go either" Willow said, kissing his fingertips.

"I wonder what the next clue says." Spike said, glancing at the final white envelope.

"I'm scared. He said he rarely loses. So far, this has been too easy. I don't want to read it, but I know Buffy's life depends on it."

"Tomorrow" Spike said, pulling her to him. "We can read it tomorrow."

"No. I want to know. We can read it and do it tomorrow." Willow opened it. Surprised she looked at Spike.

"It just says, Fire and Ice. Good game so far. The last match is coming. Are you ready? Tomorrow night, 8pm, 625 Watson Rd. Don't be late or you lose."

"Ok then. Tomorrow night" Spike said, wondering what lay in store for them.

Willow nestled closer to him, his cold comforting in a way she was growing use to. She lay her head on his shoulder as she tried to sleep. Visions of what their final game might be wouldn't leave her mind.


Willow stumbled into the darkened warehouse, Spike's arm around her trying to help her walk. "Is this the right place?"

"Yes luv. This is what the bloody clue said. Damn slayer...we should leave her."

"Spike" Willow said warningly.

"Just joking, pet." He replied deadpan.

"Ah...my opponents. Glad to see you made it." The voice came from the shadows.

A light turned on, casting them in a spotlight. Willow brought her hand up to shield her eyes. She glanced around, her eyes stopping on a huge bed that dominated the lighted area. She peered into the shadows, trying to see Lucien. It was impossible. It was too dark. She glanced at Spke instead and waited.

"What the bloody hell is this?" Spike demanded, seeing the toys and items strown over the tables beside the bed.

"The final round" Lucien said, coming into the light. He smiled, "I must say. You two have done even better than I imagined. Only three days and it is the final round. Sadly, this is where most lose."

"What do we have to do?" Willow asked, trying to be brave. It was strange seeing him face to face. He was such a beautiful man, she was almost mesmerized.

Lucien laughed, "So eager. Fire, you are phenomenal. If you lose, I must say I can't wait to have you in my bed."

Willow's eyes widened and she heard Spike growl a warning. Lucien just laughed, "Down boy. Fine. We'll begin. The last part of the game. Quite easy actually."

"What is it?" Spike demanded, knowing that they couldn't lose, for Willow's sake.

"Seven. Such a nice number. Seven friends...seven clues...." Lucien smiled wickedly, "Seven orgasms....three and a half hours....I've provided you will anything you might find useful...."

"Seven?" Willow said, her voice shocked.

Lucien smiled, "Only seven for you my Fire. To make it fun, everyone here must orgasm at least once. That means, you'd better make the show good or you lose because I will be watching. It is no longer just the two of you in this. You have to turn me on too......"

"Fuck this" Spike said, shaking his head. "For all we know you can't even get it up. No wonder noone loses. They can cum all they want but without your wanking, they lose."

Lucien looked at him and smiled, "Trust me when I say that I have no problems wanking, as you call it, if the mood strikes. I might be worried about yourself if I were you. Performing for me....might make it a bit difficult."

"Keep your hands off her" Spike said, seeing Lucien reaching for Willow. Willow moved behind Spike, her wide eyes just staring at Lucien.

"I trust him" she said softly to Spike. "He promised it would be fair. So far, it has been. All we have to worry about is the seven times in three and a half hours. IF we can do that, I know you won't have any problems. He likes to watch, so if we make it good, we win."

Spike looked into her eyes and nodded, "Fine. For the daft slayer, we'll do it. Perv boy better have his equipment in functioning mode though or I'll be pissed."

Lucien looked coldly at the vampire, "As I said, worry about yourself, vampire."

"Do we get bonus points if you shoot off more than once?" Spike asked, grinning mischieviously.

Lucien had to smile. So arrogant. He'd see if they could win this one. He almost hoped that they did. "Let the games begin." He said as he moved back into the dark shadows and took a seat, eager for the show.

**********

Buffy heard Willow's voice and frowned. What the hell was going on? She blinked as a light suddenly illuminated the area in front of her. She glanced to her left, surprised to see Giles and Xander. Turning to her right, she saw Anya, Cordela, Angel and Doyle. They all appeared to be bound like she was.

Not with chains or ropes but with magic. She was free to move her body she just couldn't stand. She looked back to the front. Lucien had warned her not to cry out to Willow for help. Doing so would mean the death of her friend. He had then laughed and said it didn't matter because Willow would be unable to hear her anyway. She saw Spike put his arm around her friend and frowned.

Spike and Willow. It suddenly made sense. Those two had been heading for each other for months. She had no idea what was going on. She had been captured, that she knew. She also knew that he was playing some sort of game with her friend for her life. Now, listening, she realized just what sort of game Willow had been forced to go through...with Spike no less. She couldn't believe Spike had helped her friend. She again looked beside her, her eyes finding Angel's.

He smiled softly at her before turning his attention back to the front. She listened, her mouth widening in shock. No. There was no way. He was playing dirty. Willow and Spike had no idea that they were being watched. Going by what he said, all seven of their viewers also had to orgasm or the game was lost. Buffy fought the urge to shout a warning. Suddenly, she understood. She was going to have to bring herself to orgasm while watching Willow and Spike. All seven of them were going to have to do that or they all died and Willow and Spike belonged to Lucien.

Buffy felt a tremor of fear go through her. There was no way that all of them would be able to cum. Giles and Angel...she couldn't see them doing that even if their lives were threatened. She sent a mental prayer out to Willow. Sitting back in the chair, she listened as Spike began to arrogantly spout off his attributes. She saw Willow roll her eyes and move to the bed. She gulped as she realized that they true game was about to start. She sent luck out to her friend and Spike. They were going to need it.

**********

Willow moved to the bed, her heart in her throat. This was different than before. She had known inside that Lucien was watching, but this time it was a proven fact. She didn't know how she well she was going to do with an audience. She sat down, her fears in her eyes.

Spike moved in front of her. He could see her doubts and had no way to reassure her. He sat down, taking her hand in his. He began to circle his fingertips across her palm, his eyes burning into hers.

"Look at me, luv" he said quietly.

Willow looked at him, smiling slightly at the desire and love she saw there.

"Forget it all. It's just you and me. No one else. This is for us, Willow. We can do this. We are going to win."

"I know" she said softly, her voice determined. "We have to...for Buffy."

"Fuck the slayer. We have to for us. Remember luv. Look into my eyes. It is only us right now. This is our moment." Spike frowned suddenly, "Bloody hell. I sound like a greeting card commercial."

Willow laughed, relaxing suddenly. "Not that bad."

"Pretty damn close. I love you, you know." He said, whispering into her ear.

Willow smiled, "Me too. Love you that is."

"Ready?" he asked, joy in his eyes at her words.

"As I'll ever be" Willow said, letting her hand caress his face. "Let's do it."

Spike caught her mouth, his tongue plunging into her warm depths. She whimpered and moved against him, pushing him to the bed. Their hands moved over each other, leaving no space untouched. He flipped them over, looming over her with a wicked grin.

"Count them out pet" he said, leaning down to bite her neck with his blunt teeth.

His hand roamed down her body, unfastening her jeans. His finger touched her folds, her wetness quickly covering it. He moved away from her, hurriedly stripping. When he was nude, he undressed her slowly, letting his lips touch each unbared piece of flesh. Soon, she was writhing beneath him, her arousal evident.

He let his mouth drop to her core, his tongue flicking her swollen clit. With that touch, she arched up and screamed.

He chuckled against her thigh, "ONE" he said, loud enough for Lucien to hear.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

**********

Buffy moved her finger inside her as Spike pumped into Willow. She had never imagined how erotic it was to watch two people make love. She wasn't fooling herself by saying that it was just sex. She could see the emotions between her friend and the vampire as clear as day. She heard another grunt from beside her and knew that Doyle had cum. She was keeping track in her mind, needing to know that all seven of them were accounted for.

She had cum twice already. Seeing Willow's face as her orgasm hit was something she had never thought she would see. She also hadn't realized how much she enjoyed watching her friend find release until now. She moved her finger faster, waiting for the remainder to cum. She was only waiting for Angel. She couldn't believe he hadn't been affected yet. Even Giles had been smart enough to realize he would have to do this to survive. Angel had better hurry.

She whimpered as she came, her juices coating her fingers. She tried to catch her breath as Willow cried out six. Only one more left. Angel had better get to jerking, she thought crossly. If he ruined it for them all, she'd stake his ass herself. She watched as Spike again licked Willow clean. He was so tender with her friend. It was sweet how he treated her. She heard a cry as Cordelia came softly. Closing her eyes, she felt the heat burning through her. Only one more left. Then it would be over. How was she going to look at Willow again without imagining her face as she came?

**********

Angel watched as Spike spoke softly to Willow. He couldn't believe that he and the others were having to watch this. And not only that, he was the last one to orgasm. He knew it was time. They had only one left and then their part was achieved. He couldn't be the reason they lost. He knew that he was affected by what they were doing. Who wouldn't be?

Willow was truly beautiful, even more so than he had first thought. And Spike always managed to make him hard. It was just taking him awhile to feel the right need. He felt lust shoot through him as Willow laughed huskily. He watched as Spike smacked her ass, the pale cheeks turning red. His cock throbbed as he watched Spike begin to spank the girl, punishing her for whatever she had said to him.

His hand automatically began to stroke his length. Spike roughly pushed Willow's head into the pillow, hitting her with more force. She cried out in pleasure, not pain. His hand moved faster as Spike entered her from behind. He saw his childe's finger tease her ass as he thrust inside. His body began to move up against his hand. His eyes closed partially as he felt the familiar tightening in his groin. He grunted as his hand was soaked with his seed.

Willow arched back against Spike as he entered her ass completely. She moaned low, sounding like an animal. She moved against him, loving the feel of him in her tightest area. His thumb rubbed her clit as his mouth softly bit into her back. She screamed her release, tightening around his huge cock. She felt him move quickly, several deep thrusts. Soon, he cried out as he sent his seed deep inside her ass.

She laid her head on the pillow, taking very needed breaths. Suddenly, the sound of clapping could be heard.

"Bravo. Seven in two hours. A record. Very well done. I may should have doubled it for you two" Lucien said, stepping into the light.

"Did we win?" Willow asked softly, sitting up after Spike pulled free from her. The sheet was pulled up to cover her chest in an attempt at modesty.

"Hmm...I'm not sure. I know I came several times. You two definitely fulfilled your bargain."

Willow looked at him confused, "Then we won."

Lucien laughed, "Not that easy, Fire. Let's see if you did, shall we? Lights." He called out into the shadows.

Willow blinked as the lights turned on. She felt the color drain from her face as she saw her friends seated in the shadows. She felt Spike's arm go around her, squeezing her shoulder.

"That's not fair....We didn't know they were there."

Lucien laughed, "I doubt you have to worry after that little show. Shall we see?"

He moved to Xander who was avoiding looking at anything other than his feet, "Boy. How many times did you cum?"

Xander's face turned red, "Three" he mumbled.

Lucien laughed, "Good. A healthy boy. You?" He pointed to Giles.

Giles refused to look at Willow, keeping his eyes on a lamp, "Twice."

Lucien nodded, "You" he pointed to Doyle and Cordelia.

"Twice" Doyle said, not in the least bit ashamed.

"Three times" Cordelia said softly, her face as red as Xander's.

"You?" He asked Anya and Angel.

"Five times" Anya said, staring right at Willow and Spike.

"Once" Angel mumbled, still hating himself for having to do that.

"And last...the slayer. How many times?"

"Four" Buffy said, staring him straight in the eyes.

"Good." Lucien turned to Willow and Spike. "It appears you won. You may all go. And the sunlight spell has been made permanent. Congratulations and thank you for playing. I will be seeing you, my Fire and Ice."

Willow watched as he disappeared before their eyes. "I can't do this" she said softly to Spike.

"Come on, luv. They all came. They are probably as embarrassed if not more so."

"God, Willow. Are you ok?" Buffy asked, running to her friend when she found she could move. She hugged her, forgetting Willow's nudity. "Oh..uh...sorry."

Willow shook her head, "I'm fine. It could have been worse."

"How?" Xander asked, relieved to hear that she was ok. He moved to Anya, the need still going through his body.

Willow leaned her head against Spike and smiled, "He could have chosen you or Giles. No offense, but that would have been one game I lost."

"Thanks" Xander said, laughing.

Giles and Angel both excused themselves when they were sure that Willow was fine. Willow looked at the others, noticing the smell of arousal in the air. "What was he?"

"Lucien?" Anya said, sitting on the big bed. "He is a lust demon. Gets off on people having sex. He also likes to watch, hence his affection for games."

"A lust demon?" Spike said, glancing at Willow. They both started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Buffy asked, trying to ignore the sheet dipping dangerously low on Willow.

"Nothing. Only in Sunnydale" Willow said, smiling.

She saw the lust in Buffy's eyes and froze. Startled, she felt heat building up inside her. She licked her lips, taking in Buffy's dishevled appearance.

"Guys...do you smell something?" Cordelia asked, her hands roaming over her body.

Anya suddenly laughed, "He must have liked you two...he left a present. It's a perfume that makes you horny...."

"It's working" Xander said, his cock hard already.

Willow looked at Spike and then at the others. She got a wicked gleam in her eyes that was answered by the others smiled. Smiling, she leaned closer to Buffy.

"Fuck it. Let's play."

With her words, Buffy moved forward, their lips meeting. Clothes were thrown to the floor as hands caressed flesh. Willow felt Spike enter her and she smiled against Buffy's mouth. She could get used to these kind of games. Feeling a mouth on her breasts, she laughed. Definitely could get used to them.



THE END