Dedicated to my friend (and beta-reader) Marcee and my husband Stefan,
who both asked for some more Spike/Anya action.
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Part 33 - Sex, Truth and Audio (not necessarily in that order)
"Ouw! Bloody hell!"
The stake was driven in deep enough to draw blood. Another inch and the
Watcher would be able to write the last chapter on William the Bloody. Spike
stared in fascination as a red rivulet ran down his chest, into the water,
coloring the foam a froofy pink.
"Did you seduce my fiancé?" the ex-demon repeated. One of her
knees was painfully pressing into his solar plexus. She gripped his hair with
her left hand and yanked his head backwards so he was forced to look at her. Their
faces were about a foot apart.
"For Christ's sake, Anya!" Spike exclaimed.
"Did you?"
"No," he babbled hurriedly. "I mean, yes. Bugger this,
it's kinda complicated, yes and no."
Anya frowned, but the stake stayed where it was. "How can this be
complicated? Either you did or you didn't! Did you have sex with him?"
"Why don't you ask him?" Spike said defiantly. *God, I hope
she hasn't turned Xan into a slug, already.* He felt a sudden pang of fear for
the human.
"Did you and Xander have sex?"
"Is Xan alright? You didn't do anything rash, did ya?" *If
she did something to him, she'd tell me, wouldn't she? To scare me?*
"Did you?" He gasped in pain as she put more pressure on.
"Depends on your definition," Spike answered, remembering how
two years ago in that alley behind the Bronze she'd defended her decision to
bring their would-be-fling to a screeching halt.
"Did he stick his dick into you?" she asked bluntly.
"No!" Spike said. Strangely enough, Anya - *or Anyanka?*
- seemed to take his word for it. Spike found the whole scene utterly surreal. Any
arousal he might have felt had fled in that brief moment of genuine fear, when
the sharpened wood had pierced his flesh. Now he felt bewildered and still very
alarmed.
"Did you stick your dick into him?" she continued her
interrogation.
"Not exactly, but---"
"But?" she pounced on the word.
*When will I ever learn to keep my big mouth shut?* "But I would
have if it hadn't been for that sodding chip!" Spike admitted with more
bravado than he felt. Secretly, he was wondering if this was really the right
moment to be truthful. "Didn't feel like bein' zapped in the act."
That confession obviously didn't go down well with her. Spike could see
her eyes narrowing.
He just couldn't understand why she was overreacting like that. Right,
so he and Xander had gotten a little bit carried away. So what! Maybe it was
time to remind her of certain events from two years ago. Put things into
perspective...
"For Christ's sake, Anyanka," Spike told her hurriedly, not
quite sure if he was talking himself into or out of the quagmire, but
struggling anyway. "What makes you think you can throw stones, pet? Remember
the Bronze? Dark alley, you, on your knees. Giving me one hell of a
blowjob... You can be self-righteous
all you like, but I bet you never told him 'bout that night, now did ya?" *God,
even after two years the memory still turns me on.*
She didn't answer him. Anger burned off her in palpable waves. Her grip
on the stake tightened.
That was the moment the CD reached track four and the first beats of a
melancholy song filled the silence...
Anya tensed. She looked like she'd been caught red-handed. A blush
spread over her cheeks. It took Spike a moment to catch on but then he
recognized the song they had danced to at the Bronze. *She bought the CD!*
He smirked, unable to keep the triumphant expression off his face.
"How could you, Spike?" she asked, and he could see that
beneath her fierce anger she was both hurt and confused. "How could you
make him cheat on me?"
"I'm a vampire. I'm supposed to be like the baby-eating bishop of
Bath and Wells, you know: do anything to anything - animal, vegetable or
mineral," Spike scoffed, his resolve to drop the big bad act around the
two humans involuntarily replaced by die-hard habit. "What'd you expect?"
*Besides, I was lonely and horny and I like him, and I think the only one
who could have stopped this thing from happening would have been Xander
himself...*
"I thought you were our friend. I trusted you, I even invited you
to my birthday party!" Suddenly, a tear rolled down her face.
Spike shifted uncomfortably.
"Being a vampire is no excuse," Anya continued, as she
struggled for composure. "There's always a choice. You made yours and
you're going to pay."
*Oh fuck!* - "Anya, wait..."
"Dusting you is too good for you. I still have friends in the
business. Your torment will last forever. When I'm through with you, your penis
will wish it had never been born."
Her voice was businesslike, almost rational. But all the time tears were
rolling down her face, shiny little droplets that painted wet trails on her
skin, then clung to her chin. He was startled when tears landed on his chest.
"Anya..." he tried again, rattled by the intensity of her
emotions.
"I'll make sure you never steal other people's fiancés again,"
Anya continued. She tossed the stake away and slowly released her painful grip
on his hair. Her hand traveled downwards, caressing his cheek as if wistfully
memorizing the contours of his cheekbones by touch. "I'll take away your
good looks. I'll have maggots infest your flesh, eating you from within,
crawling and wriggling under your skin. Never ending pain, and no one will ever
look at you or kiss you or have sex with you again. Even vampires will recoil
in revulsion, how would you like that?"
Her words sent a shiver down his spine. Over a thousand years in the
vengeance trade had taught her well. Condemning him to spending eternity as a
kind of leper? Scary! So, why was he feeling sorry for HER? He could have told
himself that he was a vampire and evil, unable to feel compassion and all that
human rot, that the dull ache in his chest had to be merely physical... *Yeah,
right, who am I kidding?* Looking into her eyes felt like looking into a
mirror, because in her eyes he found the same neediness and fear of loneliness
he was so painstakingly familiar with.
All of a sudden, something she had said, that had nagged his brain, made
perfect sense. "Steal? Is that what you think?"
Her eyes said 'yes'.
"I wasn't stealing him away." Spike said softly. "I was
just borrowing him, hell, not even that. Xander loves you, you know that. For
cryin' out loud, Anya, he wouldn't have come to me if it hadn't been because of
you!"
"What do you mean?" Anya asked in a small voice.
"He didn't tell ya? That thing you wanted him to try, you know? Came
to me for help, he did. What with your birthday coming up, an' seeing that I've
got more than a hundred years worth of experience in the kinky sex department. He
was tryin' to be, you know, more open minded. Told him it wouldn't work, not
with him not trustin' me and all. And then we got sort of carried away working
on that trust issue, but I was never trying to steal him away from you. Splitting
you up? I wouldn't do that to either of you."
"What are you talking about?" Anya asked, confused by the
vampire's garbled account.
"Xander. And. Me. Treating. You," he said very slowly,
"to a nice threesome. A good and proper shagfest, with all the trimmings,
what else would I be talking about? Xander said you wanted him to give it a
shot and in a moment of genius he came to me. Actually, I thought you might
have suggested me, you know, wanting to finish what we started..."
Anya stood with her mouth open. *He's not leaving me. Xander's not
leaving me!* Relief washed over her and made her knees buckle. She slumped
down, not really caring that she ended up sitting in a tub full of water, on a
naked vampire's crotch.
"Yeah, you could have knocked ME out with a feather, too, when he
said it. Not that I'm not the perfect choice. I mean, I know a thing or two
about this kind of thing," Spike said, shamelessly plugging his charms. *It's
not like I'm lying, I'm...uh... exaggerating.*
"Shut up," Anya said sharply.
Spike closed his mouth. Anya blinked, slightly dazed. "Let me get
this straight, you're my birthday present?"
"In a manner of speaking."
"Oh."
"Anya? I like chains and stuff like the next bloke, but d'you think
I could get the use of my hands back, luv?"
A smile formed on her face. She wiped the tears off with the sleeve of
her otherwise wet dressing gown and sniveled.
"Anya?" He nodded towards the manacles.
She ignored his request. Instead she pointed at his bleeding chest
accusingly: "Why didn't anyone tell me? Why did you let me get angry
first? I almost staked you!"
"Wouldn't have been much of a surprise, now, would it. Mind you, I
told Xan to talk to you and get the whole thing sorted out before the event
itself, to cut down on nervousness and misunderstandings. For maximum pleasure,
so to speak." He raised an eyebrow suggestively. "The manacles? Could
you...?"
Now that the danger of being staked or cursed seemed no longer imminent
he felt his body displaying a certain joie-de-vivre. *There's nothing like a near death
experience to make you horny,* he mused as he ogled Anya's breasts
appreciatively.
Apparently, Anya had noticed that something was stirring underneath her.
Their eyes met. Both felt a desire wash over them that had been carefully kept
under wraps for two years. Their lips met in a frantic kiss. His tongue darted
into her open mouth. Anya tilted her head to the side, allowing for deeper
invasion and pushed him back against the rim of the tub with the force of her
kiss. Her hands slid up his cuffed arms to clutch his shoulders almost
painfully. The bathtub was really too narrow for two people, without their
knees and elbows getting in the way. But Anya and Spike didn't care. There was
nothing graceful about their kiss, but it was fiercely intense. Both ignored
the water that sloshed out of the tub whenever they dove at each other.
He explored her neck with his tongue, licking and nibbling gently along
her jugular. He could feel her blood pulsing under his lips, could smell her
life-force, delicious, tantalizing, laced with pheromones or endorphins or
whatever. Even so, it never even occurred to him to think of her as anything
else than a very desirable woman.
Anya pulled back, panting, and shrugged out of her wet dressing gown. Then
she took aim and caught his lower lip between her teeth. Spike bucked in
surprise. She started to nibble, sending shivers of anticipation through him. Her
right hand sneaked down to squeeze his backside before travelling to where
their bodies were separated by nothing more than a black and burgundy pair of
lace panties. Spike began to struggle against his restraints. "Christ,
Anya!" he exclaimed. "Wait. Stop!"
She withdrew reluctantly. "What?"
"This must sound really stupid, comin' from me," Spike said with
a smirk that was bordering on a genuine smile, "but I'm not sure it's such
a great idea for you to sample the wares right now." *And since when
did you get all virtuous?* a tiny
evil voice asked in the back of his head.
"Why not?" she asked simply.
"Two things. Well, for one thing I will have to kill you if you
stop half way again, like last time. So don't start anything you don't want to
finish."
She nodded.
"Secondly, I don't think Xander's recruiting me for your birthday
is meant as a 'Shag-my-fiancé-any-time-you-like'
license. He finds us havin' a go, there's no tellin' what he'll do..." He
tilted his head. "Besides, a little anticipation is a good thing," he
added.
"How often?" She asked him.
"Huh?"
"How often did you work on that 'trust issue'?"
"Oh, um, twice I guess," he chuckled, "if you count long
distance make up sex without the actual touching."
"Good."
"Huh?"
"That means I have some catching up to do, if I want an equal share
of you." She smiled, happily. And then she rubbed herself against his
hard-on and for a moment all he could do was gasp.
"Whatever you say," he answered finally, trailing kisses from
her collarbone to her firm breasts. His lips were cool, but they made her feel
like she was on fire. Anya reached behind her back and with trembling fingers
unclasped her bra, allowing him better access.
"You wanna consider freeing my hands, too?" he murmured as he
teased her hard nipples with his cool tongue. She shook her head. "Maybe
later," she answered, sounding both cheerful and slightly shaky.
"What? Come on, Anya, I want to touch you," he pleaded,
ineffectually struggling against the metal cuffs.
She pulled back a bit an gave him a smile that was decidedly naughty.
"You want to touch me, Spike? Where? Here?" She ran her hands
over her breasts, playing with her nipples. "Or here?" One hand
traveled south inside her panties. He clenched his fists in frustration.
"You're wicked," he said admiringly.
She smiled and continued to touch herself.
"Please," he said, his voice thick with desire.
Anya contemplated making him beg some more, but had to admit to herself
that she was just as impatient as he was. She so wanted to feel his hands on
her. Now! She touched the metal shackles. "Release!" she commanded
and the manacles turned into thin chains again, freeing the vampire's wrists. His
hands were on her in an instant, holding her, cupping her breasts, stroking
heated skin, touching her hair.
They fumbled around, repeatedly banging their elbows as they explored
and teased each other's bodies, and once Anya accidentally touched his chest
wound, causing him to hiss in pain, but they ignored the discomfort. The only
thing that counted was their desire for each other.
His touch was firm and confident. She didn't resist when he took her
hand and placed it on his cock. By now, most of the water had ended up on the
bathroom floor, so she could see the swollen tip of his cock clearly. She began
to play with it, running her fingers round the sensitive tip, caressing and
teasing, proud of every gasp and moan she elicited.
"Yes... oh... oh yeah..."
His hand slipped inside her panties, finding her slick with her own
juices and ready. He ran his fingertips over her swollen clit, causing her to
tremble, before sliding a finger into her. He pistoned her in the same rhythm
she was pumping him.
"Spike, I want you," Anya finally moaned. "Now."
He gripped her panties, but then he paused, remembering how she disliked
her underwear to be torn. "You gonna charge me for'em?" he asked with
a breathless laugh.
"Do it," she said, urgently. "Consider them
prepaid."
So he did. He could, after all, always nick new ones. And then there
were no more obstacles between them. She lifted her hips and slowly lowered
herself onto his rock-hard shaft. He exhaled forcefully as he felt himself
sliding into her. Feeling her heat surround him was so incredibly good. He
shuddered and clutched her thighs, willing her to give him a moment to savor to
the sensation. They stared at each other in wonder. He moved forward and
breathed a kiss on her parted lips.
When he softened his grip on her thighs, Anya began to move, up and
down, falling into a steady rhythm. He guided her with his hands but otherwise
he let her dictate the pace. She was too worked up to take things slowly, she
was soon picking up speed. "Good, yes... Anya, like that, yeah," he
murmured, as she used her well-trained
internal muscles on him. "Careful with that, if you want me to last
much longer... Anya...yes... God, you're beautiful ..."
He began to thrust into her, but found the tub too restricting. "Wait,
Anya, stop!"
"What?" she asked, looking slightly dazed. "If you're
thinking of going away now, as payback for last time, I will definitely curse
you with impotence."
"No need, luv," Spike said. "Come on, Ahn, let's get up. There's
something I've wanted to do for two years now." They extricated themselves
from each other and stood up. Spike climbed out of the tub and, holding her
hand, made her follow him.
"What...?"
"Shhh," he silenced her. With a sudden pull he caused her to
spin into his arms. His embrace was rough and demanding as he took control,
making her moan. After another hungry kiss he turned her around so her back was
pressed against him and firmly took both her wrists. He made her rest her hands
on the wall, like a cop about to frisk a suspect. His hands covered hers as he
positioned himself behind her and slowly undulated his hard body against hers.
"Call it sentimental or call it unfinished business, but I wanna
take you like this," he said into her ear, brushing his cheek against
hers. He licked the nape of her neck, breathing on her, causing her to shiver. And
then his hands traveled down her arms, tickling and teasing, to her breasts and
downwards to play with her damp curls. "Tell me what you want, Anya!"
She reached down to push his hand further between her thighs.
"Uh uh," he scolded her with a shake of his head. He caught
her hand and pinned it against the wall
again.
"Say it!" he insisted.
"I want you, Spike. I want you inside me."
"Magic word?"
"Now!" she rubbed her backside against his erection.
He chuckled. "I think you can do better than that."
"Please!"
"Since you ask so nicely..." He reached for his cock and
placed the tip at her opening. With a groan he pushed inside again. She braced
herself against his hard thrusts, bending forward a bit for a better angle. She
bit her lip, growing more and more desperate for release.
She trembled and made keening sounds as he slammed into her with growing
urgency. Her nails clawed at the wall. When she came he could feel it like a
flash of heat, even before she contracted around him. As much as he would have
liked to hold out longer, the force of her orgasm pushed him too far. He held
her tight and after a few more thrusts he tensed and came, shuddering as he
shot his come into her in several bursts.
"Wow," Anya finally said, sounding shaky.
"Yeah, wow," Spike echoed, sounding just as breathless.
Ten minutes later, after a quick shower, they were busy tidying up the
bathroom and discussing more mundane matters, like her birthday.
"That party of yours, the official one, will there be wall-to-wall
vomiting?" Spike asked as he wiped the floor and wrung out the cloth.
"I shouldn't hope so," Anya said indignantly, putting her
dripping dressing gown on a coat hanger and hanging it up over the tub. "I
expect you to behave and buy me a nice present. One I can actually show off
with in front of our friends."
"I guess I could make an exception, just to please you. On both
accounts." Spike gave her a fond kiss. "Go on, luv, go to bed. It's
late. I'll do the bathroom. Just this once, mind you. So, don't get any
ideas."
"Are you sure?" she asked. "Because I don't usually do
things by halves."
"Absolutely."
He watched her leave and smiled. He couldn't see his reflection in the
mirror, but he was pretty sure he looked like the proverbial cat who'd gotten
the canary.
Author's Note: When mentioning the baby-eating bishop of Bath and Wells,
who will "do anything to anything - animal, vegetable or mineral"
Spike is of course referencing the English TV series Blackadder. One of Anya's
lines I also stole from that series. It was just too fitting...
Incidentally, I wrote a little Spike/Anya scene that fits into this
story and takes place a few days after their almost-fling at the Bronze, i.e.
in Season 4. It can be found here: