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Spike glared at the humans gathered in the apartment. They were talking about things that had happened when he had left Sunnydale. He hated feeling like an outsider. He would die before admitting it but the little gang of mortals actually amused him. Each one had something that they were good at. It was rather interesting to see what made this slayer better than the others. Looking around the room, he saw the reasons.

Chubs was playing kissy face with his ex-demon in heat girlfriend. Those two made him rather nauseous. The slayer and her latest boy toy were feeding each other. The watcher was adding his comments every now and then without looking up from his book. Willow was seated in the armchair, her knees up underneath her, looking about fifteen. His eyes stayed on her a bit longer than it had rested on the others. There was something about her that rather fascinated him. She was the only one that seemed to accept him. She was also the one that he delighted the most in teasing.

"There was this time, before Anya even came, that Xander turned into a hyena." Buffy said. They were filling Riley in on some of their adventures in the past three years.

"Don't go there or I'll sick Evil Willow on you." Xander said, mock glaring at Buffy.

"Oh no....not that" Anya said, rolling her eyes.

Willow flushed slightly, seeing not only Riley but Spike look at her. "Fine. There was this wish that some certain demon granted that turned things into a terrible place. This stupid demon" "Watch the words kid" Anya said smiling.

"The stupid but rather nice when you get to her know her demon wanted her powers back and brought instead an evil me to Sunnydale."

Spike laughed. "What? Did you step on an ant?"

"She was the master's favorite." Willow said, her voice sharp as she defended her evil self.

"That's a laugh. You don't have it in you pet." Spike said, laughing harder.

"Did too. She was feared. She even had Angel as a puppy."

That made him laugh harder. "Not a great accomplishment pet. Peaches is not known for his defense of himself."

"What do you know? You didn't meet her."

"Silly chit. A puppy? Man, this is great. What else?" Spike demanded.

"She liked leather and she liked licking people." Xander said.

Anya looked at Spike, "She killed several people in the short time she was here. She also had the vampires completely under her control in less than a day."

"Sure.."Spike said. "Did she have fun with Puppy?"

Willow glanced at Buffy and felt herself blushing. "No. She tried...."

Buffy looked at her. "Really? That skanky bitch."

"Sorry" Willow said.

"Poor Peaches. Dominated by that little slip of a girl."

Buffy glared at Spike, "I doubt you would have lasted either. She was an evil bitch."

"Thanks" Willow said, remembering Angel's comment about vampires being what you truly are subconsciously.

"Not you Will. Everyone knows you aren't anything like that."

"Yeah, you lost you wolf. No puppy around here." Spike added, wiping the tears from his eyes as he laughed.

Willow felt anger begin to go through her. "Just shut up. You act so high and mighty, talking about Angel. If you'd been in town, you might have been her puppy."

Xander laughed. "Oh, I can see that. Cocky attitude cowering from little old Willow."

Spike laughed harder. "It would take more than that silly girl to dominate me."

Willow heard the challenge. She smiled slyly. Maybe there was a bit of evil Willow in her after all. She was going to make that damn vampire eat his words...and enjoy every minute of it.

"Hey, I have to go. Homework" She said, standing. She avoided Spike's gaze. She already knew what her revenge would be. He deserved it. He had spent months constantly teasing her and making fun of her. Now, she would have sweet revenge on him.

* * * * *

"She didn't say what she meant?" Giles said, rubbing his head.

Buffy shrugged. "Nope. Just said that she was playing a bit of a prank on Spike and for us to not interfere or worry."

"It's about time the girl showed some spunk." Anya said, nodding.

"Pranks on Spike? Why does that idea appeal to me?"

"Because, he has a big mouth and loves to ridicule us all even though he really seems to enjoy helping." Buffy said.

"I will say that he isn't what I expected a vampire to be like" Riley said.

"Spike is not a typical vampire. He wasn't even before your little group got a hold of him." Buffy pointed out, remembering how he had helped her fight Angelus.

"Hello everyone" Willow said smiling brightly as she entered. "Sorry I'm late. I had to pick up some things."

Buffy looked at Willow. She hadn't seen her friend so happy since the summer before. Willow had decided to remain at home and not live at the dorms. Her parents were never home and she didn't want to deal with the craziness of dorm life. Because of this, she was often times home alone. Her happiness with life sometimes seemed forced lately. Not today though.

"So, Wills. What do you have planned for Spike?" Xander asked.

Willow laughed softly. "Spike?"

"You know, tall, blond, great cheekbones, nice ass, dead." Anya said, receiving a glare from Xander at the ass comment. She shrugged, "What? He's a hottie."

Willow smiled evilly. Buffy asked, "What is it Willow?"

Willow whistled softly. They watched as Spike came into the room from outside. He crawled on his hands and knees, stopping by Willow's feet.

The redhead grinned and patted his head. "Good puppy. Say hello to everyone."

Spike looked up, his eyes rather confused. "Hello" he said, turning towards Willow. His blue eyes cleared as he looked at her devotedly.

"Willow Anne Rosenburg, what the hell did you do?" Giles demanded.

Spike growled at Giles when he heard him yelling. Willow smiled at the vampire as she sat down. He immediately crawled to sit in front of her, his eyes on her face.

"Let me just say that he was wrong. It only took little old me and a spell to make him my puppy."

Buffy watched as Spike rubbed his head against Willow's hand, trying to her to pet him. She felt it coming. She suddenly burst into laughter.

"Willow! He's going to kill you."

Willow smiled. "It only lasts a little bit. Besides, he's the one that challenged."

"You mean, dead boy is your puppy?" Xander asked, finding the idea amusing and also rather odd.

"Good one little girl. You could have made an excellent demon" Anya said, smiling. "What do you have planned for him? I'm assuming humiliation and lots of nasty things that we can forever remind him of."

Willow shrugged. "I hadn't really thought that far ahead. I just wanted to see him on his knees."

"Yes, well, no more of those images" Buffy said.

Willow felt her face redden. "I didn't mean that way. Geez...I guess I could take him to the Bronze."

"He hates dancing" Xander pointed out. Seeing Spike kneeling beside Willow, he had to smile. "Make him dance. We can all describe it to him later."

"Amateurs" Anya said. She looked at Willow. "Dominate his cute tight ass. Make him fulfill every fantasy you've ever had. I mean, you have a devoted sex toy right there. Added bonus is that he is majorly hot."

"Good grief" Giles exclaimed. "Willow can not force him to do those things..."

"Why not?" Buffy asked.

She actually rather liked that idea. Her friend had refused to date since her breakup with Oz that summer. She had to be very frustrated. Plus, for Spike, that sexual domination would be worse than anything else she could do to him. Also, as Anya said, Spike was a hottie.

"Buffy!" Willow said.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "My god, Wills. You have him kneeling at your feet for god sake. You can't look me in the eye and tell me that the thought of using him for pleasure didn't enter your mind."

Willow blushed and looked away. "Well, thinking about it and doing it are two different things."

Buffy smiled. "Puppy" she called. Spike looked at her, his eyes cold. "Do you want Willow to fuck you?"

Giles got up shaking his head. He went into his room.

"I want to please my mistress" Spike said.

"So, you want her to fuck you?"

"If she wishes."

"What do you wish?" Anya asked, seeing where Buffy was going with this.

Spike glanced at her then at Willow. His blue eyes burned deep into her. "I want to make her cum. I want her to scream my name. I want to sleep while sheathed inside her hot body. I want her to master me....to enjoy my skills."

Willow gulped. "He's under the spell."

"Sorry, that doesn't wash. This is his subconscious speaking dearie. The stud wants to fuck you." Anya said.

"You two are impossible" Willow said, standing. "Come on puppy."

She walked out of the apartment, Spike right behind her.

Anya sighed, "Nice ass."

Buffy nodded. "She's going to give in."

"I bet she's already wishing she was home. Can't wait to see his face when the spell wears off and he realizes what she had him do."

"Did he really mean those things he said or was it the spell?" Buffy asked.

"Don't ask me. Spells were never my strong suit. Now, wishes? I could tell you."

"I can't believe you two encouraged her to fuck him. My god." Xander said shaking his head.

"She needs sex" Anya said. "She'll be much happier. He might even enjoy it."

"He'll remember it all won't he?" Buffy asked.

Anya smiled, "Yes. That's why she must dominate him. The memory will haunt him and he'll never speak rashly again."

"I guess Angel was right. There is a bit of evil Willow in our Willow." Buffy said. "I have to meet Riley. See you two tomorrow."

"Sex now?" Anya asked.

"Sure. Bye Giles" Xander called as they left.

* * * * *

Willow walked into her house. "Come in Spike."

She sat on the sofa and sighed. The spell was a bit worse than she had imagined. She had walked around campus with him following her, knowing he would remember the snickers and looks. That had been enough for her. She had only done the spell to make him her puppy so that she could prove it was possible. Who was she kidding? She wasn't her evil self. She could never have done it without the spell. He had been right all along.

She had tried to take him back to his apartment but he wouldn't stay without her. He was taking the devoted part of the spell a bit too far. Her mind remembered Anya's words. She couldn't bring herself to act on them. Once the spell wore off, he'd remember it all. She had only had sex one time, with Oz. She didn't want to think that her second time would be something she'd be embarrassed about.

She felt someone licking her hand. Startled, she opened her eyes and saw Spike at her feet. Sighing, she ran her hand over his angular face. Anya was right. He was a hottie. Seeing him now, without the resentment and amusement in his eyes, he was just lovely. She brushed her finger over his lips. He opened them slightly, sucking her finger into his mouth.

She felt a wave of desire spread through her as his cool tongue swirled around her finger. She felt herself growing moist as he lapped at it. His blue eyes met hers. He was aroused as she was. She pulled her hand away and stood.

"I can't do this. Not like this." she said moving to leave. He grabbed her arm, halting her.

"Puppy must please mistress" he said softly. "Mistress is aroused. Puppy must fix it."

"Puppy must let me go so I can sleep. Leave my arousal out of this."

"Puppy was bad?" he asked, his blue eyes worried.

Willow groaned, "No. Mistress was bad. Puppy was good. Puppy needs to sleep."

"Puppy sleep with Mistress."

"Puppy sleep in guest bedroom."

He growled softly, "Puppy protect mistress. Puppy sleep with Mistress."

Willow gave up. This was almost as bad as trying to talk to Buffy when she was under the influence of that beer. "Fine. Puppy can sleep on the floor."

Spike watched her head up the stairs. He moved to follow. "Puppy will please mistress" he promised softly.

Willow watched as Spike crawled into her bedroom. His eyes wandered around, not missing anything. She threw a blanket and pillow on the floor.

"Here you go. If you insist on sleeping here, at least you can be comfortable."

"Thank you mistress" he said bowing his head.

Willow sighed loudly and sat down, "How could she put up with it? I mean, at first, it was sort of nice. Having you do anything I wanted. If I were like Anya, I'd have you tied to the bed right now, living out all my fantasies. Unfortunately, the spell won't last that long. This is nice, but, it gets old. You don't talk to me. I'd give anything to hear one your wiseass little comments. Pathetic huh? I've wanted you for months and, now that I have you, I really just want the old Spike back. I'm really hoping that you don't have any memories of I just rambled on about. I'm going nuts."

"Mistress unhappy with puppy?"

"Puppy is great. Puppy is a gorgeous hunk of male specimen. Puppy is so agreeable that I'm getting a stomach ache." "Puppy bad" he said softly, looking at the floor.

"I am so sick of this" Willow groaned. She stood. "I need a shower. Puppy can sleep. Puppy is not bad. Puppy very, very good."

Willow ran her hand through his hair, sighing at the feel of the silky strands on her fingers. "Very good" she said again, hoping he'd quit thinking he was bad.

She grabbed a t-shirt, her boxers, some clean underwear and went into the bathroom, shutting the door.

Spike looked at the bathroom door and noticed that it did not shut all the way. He stood and smiled. The damn spell had worn off at the watcher's apartment. He'd felt her control slip just as Anya had made her dare. He'd wanted to see what the girl did, so he continued with the puppy thing. The witch wanted him. He had heard her words...smelled her arousal. He heard the water turn on. He began to undress. She wanted the old Spike back? Well, she was about to get him. Full force. It was time for some revenge of his own.

Willow felt the water cascade down her back. She enjoyed the warmth as she reached for her shampoo that was behind her. She bumped into something hard and cold. She turned, her eyes wide.

"Spike!" she yelped, attempting to cover herself.

He smiled as his eyes roamed over her body. "Nice, pet. Perfect size for my hands."

"The spell...."

"Wore off. Thing about magic, it is so fickle."

"You're going to kill me aren't you?"

He smirked, "No" he turned her around. "I'm going to wash your hair. Then, I'm going to fuck you so hard you're sore for weeks. I'm going to take you in every way that I can imagine. Trust me luv, after 126 years, my imagination is developed. I'm going to make you cum so many times you lose count. I'm going to spoil you for all other men. I'm going to make you mine. And after you lose your voice from screaming my name, I'm going to continue to fuck you until I tire of you. I'm going to use you as the fuck toy that you are. It will be rough and fast and sometimes slow and sweet, depending on my mood. But, remember this, you will be mine and only mine."

Willow felt her nipples tighten at his words. This was the Spike she wanted. She didn't want a snivelling puppy. She felt his hands roughly begin to massage her hair as he started to wash it. She whimpered when she felt him move in behind her, his erection poking her in the back. She's been so surprised to see him that she hadn't taken the opportunity to look at him.

"Like it rough pet?" he asked, tightening his grip. Her moan answered him. "Tsk, tsk, Looks like I'm the one with the puppy."

She felt his finger plunge deep into her. She arched backwards against his cold nude body. His arm went around her, kneading her small breasts. "Perfect fit" he said as his hand enclosed the flesh. His fingers twisted the nipple roughly. "You wanted me Red. Just remember that."

She thrust against his hand as he entered two more fingers into her. She rode his hand, his thumb rubbing her clit. The water still fell from the shower, getting into her open mouth. She came loudly, screaming his name as she clenched around his fingers.

"That was one" he whispered seductively in her ear. "Count."

"One" she said softly, her voice shaking from the intensity of it all.

* * * * *

Willow rolled over and bumped into something cold. She lazily opened her eyes and looked at Spike. He was watching her sleep with a small smile on his face.

"What?" she asked softly.

"How many?"

"I lost track after 20." she said flushing slightly.

"You can still speak" he reminded, smiling at her red face.

"Barely."

He ran his hand possessively over her stomach. "Regrets?"

"None." she replied honestly.

"Good. Now, why don't we begin the count for today?" he said smugly as he moved his hard cock into her sore slit. She moaned, "Yes puppy" She shared a smile with him as he began to move.


THE END