Confusion And Happy Moments

Spoilers: Set right approximately right now in the series so all around spoilers for this season and others past may crop up.

Disclaimer: I think it's quite obvious i don't own them or i would have all you rabid fans, much like me, beating down my door to smother me with gifts and adoration. You can do that anyway if you want, but you can't get Spike. I'm keeping him chained to my bathtub and he's all mine! Ya hear me, ALL MINE!

Feedback/Reviews: Who needs reasons when ya've got heroin. (just a trainspotting quote, i'm only addicted to reviews and Spike)

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Buffy and Spike are gonna get together. Ya know they are. And if not, well then, they will here. ;>

Author's note: Please review. It's just the nice thing to do.





Spike slipped into the bronze and headed straight for the bar. He tapped his finger on the counter and the bartender set a beer in front of him without a second glance. Spike turned and leant back against the counter as he scanned the room and tipped the bottle to his lips. A brunette in the far corner was looking him over and he smirked. She licked her tongue along her lips and held his gaze brazenly. He crooked his head and slowly took another sip. She whispered something in her friends ear but never broke eye contact. He still had the touch, he thought to himself as he let his eyes slip down her curvy body.

"Fishing in less blonde waters, Spike?"

Spike groaned and rolled his eyes as Xander stepped in front of him. He raised an eyebrow and made a show of peering over Xander's shoulder, "Where's your demon girl? She let you come out to play with the big boys?"

Xander ignored the jibe and stepped up to the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender popped off the cap and set it before him. He turned and copied Spike's casual stance. Spike cast him an appraising eye, wondering what had spurred the sudden camraderie of drinking buddies. "What would you have done if I hadn't showed up," he asked Spike as he nodded towards the still preening girl casting the blonde vamp non too subtle glances.

Spike turned his head to Xander slowly and noted with suspicion the boy's tense face. "What's going on?" he asked in a low, careful tone.

"I know you've said you love Buffy. But now, as her friend and someone who cares about her, I'm asking what would have happened with that girl over there if I hadn't come in," Xander asked again and Spike was surprised at the forcefulness of his tone and steeliness of his eyes.

"I'd never betray Buffy. Not in any way," Spike said with deadly seriousness. "Now are you going to tell me what's going on?"

Xander took a swig of his beer and met Spike's eyes again. "Spike, I have a confession to make. I know we haven't really gotten along in the past," he paused as Spike snorted in agreement. "But, well, when Buffy was gone..." he trailed off and Spike realized he was actually trying to thank him for helping that summer Buffy had been dead. "And so I figured you should know. Willow found a way to fix Deadboy and it involves bringing Angelus out to play first."

Spike's entire body stiffened at the news. Only one thing had ever made Angel lose his soul since he'd been cursed with the bloody thing. "Bloody Hell!" Spike shouted and slammed the beer bottle on the counter. He seethed silently as he tried to control himself. He gripped the counter tightly and said, "Why'd *you* tell me?"

Xander shrugged and answered, "I never cared much for Angel. Only most of the time I don't like you."

Spike smirked painfully, "Nice to know you're on my side if it's me or the poof."

"Yeah, well, you better hurry," Xander said as he lifted the bottle for another sip. Spike was already weaving through the crowd and out the door. Xander turned and set the beer on the counter, picking at the lable with intense concentration. He didn't really know why he'd come looking for Spike, but as soon as Willow had said she could fix Angel he'd slipped out the door in search of the blond vampire. As much as he acted like he hated Spike he liked having him around. He'd even made him a bedside table for his crypt when he'd complained that he couldn't find anything good at the dump. First he was in love with an ex-demon, now he was almost friends with a soulless fiend. Buffy Summers sure had a way of effecting a guy's life. Or unlife. Whatever.





Buffy weaved the chain of the manacles through the wrought iron headboard, yanking on it sharply to make sure it would hold Angelus. "Ok, all set!" she called out. Angel opened the door and walked in, his hands tucked in his pockets.

"Ok, this isn't weird at all," he said with a sheepish smile.

"Hey, you found me and Spike. It's only fair. Now get those clothes off," Buffy answered as she cocked her hip and crossed her arms across her chest.

"There'll be none of that," Cordelia said as she breezed in and walked straight to Buffy. "Give me the key. I'll lock him up."

"Ok," Buffy said pertly and dropped the key in Cordelia's outstretched palm. "He's all yours." She walked briskly out of the room and closed the heavy door of the upstairs bedroom.

"You heard the woman," Cordy said with a sexy smile. "Get those clothes off."

Angel popped the buttons loose with each step he took closer to her until the shirt hung open across his chest and he stood just inches from her suddenly breathless body. Cordy reached up and pressed her lips to his and they both closed their eyes at the sensation. Suddenly something very hard pressed into her belly and Cordy pulled back to whisper against his lips, "I'd feel a lot safer if you were chained now."

"Yeah," Angel answered matter-of-factly and stepped back to hurriedly pull the rest of his clothes off.

As his black slacks slid down his muscular legs Cordy's eyes widened and she gulped, "My you're a big boy aren't you?"

Angel growled low in his throat and Cordy almost jumped out of her skin. Angel was instantly regretfull and, uncaring of his nakedness, he stepped forward to grasp her arms comfortingly. "I'm sorry. Instinct, I guess."

Cordy laughed softly as she idly stroked her hands up the muscled ridges of his wide chest. "No, it's ok. Just not used to growly," her eyes flicked down, "aroused vampires. But I think I kinda like it."

He pulled her flush against him and groaned as her arms wound around his neck. After a moment she pushed lightly at his chest and he let her go as he moved to lay down on the bed. He lifted his arm above his head as he held her eyes. Her warm fingers delicately circled his wrist and snapped the manacle in place, locking it with the little key. She knelt on the bed and trailed her fingers down his arm, across his chest and up to his other wrist. She locked the other manacle around him and Angel felt even more aroused at the vulnerable intimacy of his position. Experimentally he tugged and was relieved when the whole bed rattled but did not give. Cordy stepped back and Angel's eyes followed her faithfully as she gripped the hem of her silky cream pink shirt. She lifted it over her head and shivered both at the intensity of his passionate stare and the chillyness of the room. Her nipples puckered to tight beads atop her full, firm breasts and Angel shifted his big body restlessly against the silky sheets.

She moved towards the bed but Angel's voice stopped her. "Wait, Cordy, there's something I want you to put on." Her eyebrows flew up and Angel shook his head in embarassment. "It's nothing like that, Cordy. But, just in case. It's on the night table," his eyes flicked to a square black box. She picked it up and popped it open. Inside, on a delicate gold chain, was a tiny cross.

"Angel, no," Cordy placated.

"Cordy, yes. In case I try to bite you, but try to be careful with it," he said with a grimace. She hooked it around her neck and the chain was so small it was almost a choker and didn't even dangle. She was touched at the gesture and turned towards him as she slipped out of her jeans and panties.

Cordy didn't walk, Angel decided as he watched her move naked towards him, she glided. She slid up onto the bed with cat-like grace and kissed a path up his chest to his lips. He moaned into her mouth as he tasted her again. His body thrummed with excitement as her hands danced across his skin and her hot mouth seared his flesh. He could feel that she was already wet as she slid herself along his thigh. "I don't think I can last long, Cor, it's been awhile," Angel moaned against her soft lips. And even longer before that, he mentally added.

"For me too," she whispered in answer and instantly moved to straddle his lap. His hips jerked up towards her and she smiled down at him as she commanded softly, "Whoa boy." He could only moan in answer as her wet heat hovered above him. Cordy sank down on his erection slowly, as she gritted her teeth on a groan and her eyes fell closed. She felt stretched beyond belief and achingly filled. She looked down at him through heavy-lidded slits as she shifted slightly to accomodate him deeper within her. She gasped as she caught her clit on just the right spot. She threw her head back and began to buck along his cock. He groaned and began to pump his hips up to meet her. Within moments she came with a shudder. Angel looked up into her gasping face and groaned as he exploded inside her. His cock still twitched inside her as she felt his entire body shudder and his vamp face slid into place. Cordy jumped back and scrambled off the bed as he began to snarl and jerk at the manacles holding him. She yanked a sheet around her and bolted to the door screaming, "Willow! Now!"





Dawn plopped onto the couch next to Anya. "Why couldn't we go to the mansion, too?" she moaned as she flopped her head back and stared at the ceiling.

"Because Angelus is evil and if he gets loose we'd all be in danger. Plus there's sex involved and Buffy doesn't want you exposed to things like that," Anya answered as she flipped through another bridal magazine. "There's a special on tonight about ritualistic sacrifice throughout history," she said brightly, perking up and tossing the magazine onto the coffee table, "Let's watch that! It should be interesting."

Dawn rolled her eyes and said, "I really don't think so. Let's see what else is on." She flipped through the channels idly.

Anya turned to look at Dawn with as close to comfort as she could manage and asked, "Do you want to talk about it? Cause you can. Talk to me, I mean."

Dawn stiffened and feigned ignorance. "Talk about what."

"Your whole escape from reality thing," Anya answered calmly as she waved her hands in the air.

Dawn looked down at her hands sadly before turning to face Anya on the couch. "I just wanted everything to be alright, y'know? No more pain and unhappiness."

"I've been around for almost 1200 years and there has always been pain and suffering and lies and betrayal. It's inescapable," Anya stated matter-of-factly.

"Thanks a bunch," Dawn said with a roll of her eyes. "That makes me feel so much better."

"But the bad just makes the good better." Anya stressed. "I'm stuck here in this mortal body destined to wither and die, but you don't see me complaining about my total loss of power and immortality. Cause in all those years of witnessing betrayal and suffering I've never met anyone I could love like I love Xander. This life is worth it Dawn."

"I feel a little better, actually," Dawn said. "But we still never get to be involved in anything cool," she whined again.

Anya hooked her hands on her knee and looked at Dawn's still slightly saddened expression. "Oh, I don't know. I think it's cool hanging out with you. Plus we get to play with the baby!" she finished excitedly as she nodded to Connor bobbing in the jumper at their feet.

"You do?" Dawn asked, her brows lowered disbelievingly. "I kinda thought you only cared about Xander."

"Well, that's just not true. While I don't always get along with everyone, I think of all you guys as my friends. Even you Dawn," Anya said.

"Gee thanks, even me?" Dawn said sarcastically.

"Yes, even you. And sometimes interesting stuff happens to-" Anya was cut off as Spike slammed the door open and strode into the room.

Dawn and Anya looked at him with with wide, shocked eyes as he demanded, "Alright, where are they?"



TBC



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