“Forgive me,” she whispered as her fingers tangled in his hair and slammed his face down onto the bar. “I need information, Spike and guess what? You’re going to give it to me.”

Her hand, still in his hair, pulled him from the barstool and she saw the hurt in his eyes and the blood pouring from his nose, and steeling herself against it she punched his jaw sending him backwards. Spike quickly righted himself, his eyes glittering in anger now and her stomach lurched in a combination of anger, fear and arousal.

“What the hell do you want, Slayer?”

“Like I said I need information, you have it and you’re going to tell me.”

“I don’t think so,” He bit out as he headed toward the back door.

“You are going to tell me,” she shouted as she followed him out into the alley.

Thankfully none of the other patrons in the bar interfered and returned to their own activities as the two left. Outside Spike was heading further into the back alleys as she followed him. He never turned around to look at her and finally Buffy had enough, reaching out to grab his arm and forcefully turning him to look at her.

“I told you that I’m not helping you. Now leave me alone.” He snarled down at her but having him so close was tearing her apart and she reached a hand up to cup his face. Her fingers flowed over the cool planes of his face as her eyes filled with tears. It was almost too hard to believe that he was there, that she was touching him and she took a step closer to him. Needing the feel of him against her length and she could see the moment he conceded to her. “Buffy, don’t.”

“I do love you,” she whispered. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t feel so empty without you.”

His forehead rested on hers and she could hear the soft sound of him breathing her in. Her fingers reached up to wipe some of the blood from his face.

“I know the truth about Adam. I saw you at Giles tonight.”

He wrenched away from her and everyplace he had been touching was now raw from his absence. She looked at him in such confusion as he looked up and she saw the coldness of his eyes. This was the Spike she had first known. Not the tender lover of the last couple of months.

“I knew you two were in the cemetery that night. I could smell the both of you and I hoped that you would care enough to come and find me. But no, you immediately lose faith in me and now you come to find me after you’re hit with the truth. You’re belief in me leaves something to be desired, Slayer. I believe this concludes our business.”

Spike turned to walk away but Buffy was ready to fight for him, with him, anything to keep him close to her.

“Is that why you let Adam hurt me? Payback? What was I supposed to hold onto? Because after that stunt there wasn’t a whole lot left.”

Her words made him pause and look over his shoulder at her. The wall was huge between them and she wondered if she even had a chance to break it down.

“That was actually the idea, Buffy, to get the two of you the hell away from me. When are you going to get it through your head that I don’t love you? I was using the both of you to get what I wanted.”

Spike stepped close to her again, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at him, a deep shuddering sigh moved through her being as the scent that was only him, filled her senses. It was like a cold drink after being lost in a desert. His animalistic power crackled around him as she watched in fascination as his nostrils flared and his eyes slowly turned to gold. Buffy laughed low and deep in the back of her throat as pure lust flooded her body for this predator in front of her. Possessive need to claim her mate again suppressed every logical thought from her mind, including the lie he had just told her, as she wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck and slowly brought him to her. Time enough for him to pull away and time enough for her to whisper, “I love you, Spike and I know you love me and I’m never going to let you go again.”

His answering growl made her want to sing but his mouth was on hers, as hungry as she was, and the rest of the world fell away as their hands grabbed and pulled at the other’s body. Her hands found their way under his shirt, nails ripping along his ribs and back, anything to have him, to bring him closer to her. Buffy found her back against an alley wall and his hands easing her skirt up and her mind screamed, yes, yes, now, as the cool night air caressed the heated flesh of her thighs. Air, she needed air and she ripped her mouth from his to swallow gulps of oxygen and she watched as he completed his transformation to vampire. A whimper fell from her lips as the wetness between her legs increased in her desire to copulate with the creature before her. Nothing mattered to her but receiving him inside of her and as his hands wasted time kneading her bottom, she ripped her panties off and he chuckled at her eagerness.

“Do you need me, Slayer?”

Something let loose in her, primitive and raw, as she slapped him for his impudence. Her hand took one of his and pressed it to her, loving the feel of his fingers as he played along and caressed her curls, dipping and stroking the tender folds that throbbed in need for him.

“Do you want this?”

“Baby, you know I do.”

Buffy could have sworn that she was facing off with a large jungle cat as she watched his tongue slowly caress one of his fangs. His finger was dancing a circle around her clit when she grabbed his wrist to stop him and her eyes bright with desire, she whispered, “It’s only for a man that loves me? Do you love me?”

Her words washed over Spike leaving him quaking in awe and fear. When she had first said that she loved him and would never let him go, he had taken it as the desperate plea of a young girl for reassurance that she was loved. Her intentions were much clearer when she repeated her request for love. Buffy was different now, gone was the girl that he had come to cherish and felt a need to protect, here now, was a woman needing and wanting to claim a mate. The primal need to choose a male that was as strong as she to help her lead the pack and it sang through his veins that she would consider him worthy. Spike wondered briefly where her relationship was with Angel if she was claiming him but it was quickly shoved aside because he wasn’t going to let this chance go without answering her call. Spike’s hands cupped her bottom and lifted her so that she had no choice but to wrap her legs around him.

“I love you, Pet.”

His tone was strong and sure as he answered her call but instantly knew he had done something to displease her as her hand tangled in his hair again.

“Call me by my name. I want to know who you’re fucking.”

Her hands reached down to undo his jeans and free him as her eyes held his. He lowered her onto his erection as she slowly eased back, her hands on his shoulders, until her upper back was against the wall. Spike grinned as she gave him the power and control over their joining as she let go.

“Buffy, I love you,” he said as pulled back and, with a powerful thrust slammed back into her. She groaned deep in her throat and a satisfied smile twisted his lips at the sound. He watched as her head rolled back and forth and her hands fluttered freely about. Spike repeated the motion and when she moaned, ‘more’, he settled into a demanding repetition that he knew would leave her bruised and sore. But it didn’t matter; this was a claiming, a call for blood, and she only begged for it as he pounded into her.

With wonder she undid the buttons of her blouse and released her breasts for him and he latched onto one somehow, biting and sucking as her hands pushed his duster back so that it hung from his elbows. Her fingers and nails left trails along his chest and neck and he wanted to howl when he felt the tremors of her first orgasm. His only desire was to make her ride on a wave of them as he ground against her with each thrust. It was going to take every ounce of will power he had but he planned on fucking her until she begged for him to stop.

Angel stared at Giles in disbelief. Buffy had taken off after Spike alone. It was inconceivable that she would do that after the incident with Adam. If Spike had baited Buffy by being at Giles’ then it had to be a trap.

“You just let her leave?” Angel asked.

“Well, I couldn’t exactly stop her.”

It was wasting time to stand there and argue; the result was going to be the same, Buffy could be hurt or dying by that monster’s hand. Turning on his heel, Angel hurried from the flat, leaving the door open as he fled.

“Angel, wait, I need to tell you something,” Giles called after him.

The vampire didn’t wait as he followed Buffy’s scent still floating on the night air and as he turned the corner, he thought he heard the Watcher mutter, “Oh, dear.” Angel began to jog as he followed her to the demon district of town. It faded as it mingled with the demons and people in the densely populated area. Knowing that Spike liked to frequent Willy’s, he headed down the alley behind it. It was there that he caught her scent again strong and mingled with that of his Childe. As he followed it the aroma became fused with other scents, sweat, blood and sex, and fear rose inside of Angel as he wondered if the chip had been removed and Spike was hurting Buffy. A few more turns into the dark passages of the underbelly of Sunnydale and he heard sounds that he knew was coming from Buffy. Moans and cries that made him fear the worse. Finally he spotted them and a feral growl broke through the night as he watched Spike take Buffy.

His Childe had his mate against a dirty alley wall, fucking her as if she was a common whore, the blood and sweat was running together on their flesh as Buffy tore at Spike’s back. Her cries were becoming louder as she threw herself back against the wall and groaned.

“Harder, Spike, please, oh God, fuck me,” she cried as her feet beat against his ass and legs.

Brown eyes widened as he realized that Buffy was caught in the wild passion that Spike had let loose in her. There was nothing forced about what he was witnessing, it was a mutual need of the two as they coupled like animals in the dark and he felt jealous that he couldn’t be included in their tryst. Slowly he walked toward them until finally they turned to look at him. Buffy untamed and beautiful as she held a hand out to him and he entwined his fingers with hers and Spike, eyes golden and possessive, challenged him to take away what he was claiming.

The claim couldn’t be completed, no matter how much they wanted it without the drinking of blood and Spike wouldn’t take the chance unless his chip was deactivated. Angel pulled Buffy off the wall and slipped behind her. Spike leaned her back against him as Angel covered Spike’s hands that held Buffy up before slipping one between the blondes. His eyes never leaving his Childe’s, Angel stimulated his mate’s clitoris until she arched back against him as she came again. Her head rolled to the side as he slipped into game face.

“She’s mine,” Spike growled. “It was her choice.”

The younger vampire slowed his thrusts until he was barely moving in Buffy and she whimpered from the lack of stimulation. She moved restlessly between the two males that held her up and Angel wrapped his arm around her waist and rubbed his face against her hair in an effort to soothe her.

“Both,” Buffy stated, her voice strong and demanding, giving them no room for argument. “I need both of you.”

“We all belong to one another,” Angel agreed as he bit into virgin territory of Buffy’s neck. He ignored the pain and rejection that Spike emitted as he swallowed the first sweet taste of blood from the wound before pulling back. “Take it. It’s yours by her right to choose.”

For the second time that night, Spike was astounded by someone that he thought he knew. He searched his Sire’s eyes for some sign of a trick but saw none. Keeping his eyes on Angel, Spike attached his mouth to the puncture wounds, sucking the life giving fluid from her veins, letting its liquid fire dance along his nerve endings. He was vaguely aware of the older vampire moving to the other side of the Slayer’s neck and reopening the mark that he had already given her. Without thought Spike allowed his own fangs to slip into the punctures that were already there but there was no pain. Only pleasure as Buffy bucked between them. The combination of his renewed thrusting and the two bites was sending her reeling as her hand slipped into his hair to hold him into place and her other slipped behind Angel to do the same for him.

A high keening sound shattered the night around them as she clamped down on his cock with muscles that he never knew she had. Buffy was riding out orgasm after orgasm forcing her to throw her head back and scream. It sent Spike into his own climax and both vampires released her. After he rode through his own aftershocks, Spike laughed, and sagged against her, grateful that Angel held them both up. He buried his face against Buffy and he realized that she was sobbing and he stroked her with his thumbs along her hips.

“Shhh, Baby, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” he whispered to her, kissing her softly along her jaw. Slowly he unhooked her legs from around his waist, putting her back on her feet, their surroundings suddenly forcing him to see how much danger they had put themselves in by loosing control in the demon district. It wouldn’t take long, he surmised, before Angel started berating him for it, among other things. After fastening his jeans, Spike knelt and picked up her panties and gently wiped the fluids from her thighs before pulling her skirt down to cover her. He slipped his duster off and held it out for her.

“Go on,” Angel whispered as he guided her around so Spike could put her in the duster and as he slipped the coat onto her arms, his Sire buttoned her blouse. Angel pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. “You scared me by running off like that.”

“I had to find him,” Buffy cried. “I couldn’t take being away from him anymore.”

Pride surged through Spike at her words and he stepped toward her, with every intention of taking her from Angel but found himself pulled against her back with his Sire’s hands on his arms.

“Are you all right, Spike?” Angel asked.

“I’m fine. Not that you would care.”

“We need to get her home. She’s as weak as a kitten.”

There he went again, making decisions and just expecting everyone to follow. A scowl twisted the blonde’s face as he disengaged himself from their embrace.

“Spike, come home with us, please.” Angel’s voice was soft and hesitating and Spike could only stare at him in astonishment. “She needs you and we need to talk. Make some decisions. If we are both her mates then we need to figure this out.”

“Then you agree that I am her mate?”

Spike was beginning to feel that someone had replaced his Sire with a Stepford model as he actually felt concern and kindness being given to him instead of the anger and punishment that he was expecting. Buffy raised her head from Angel’s chest to look at him.

“Please, come with us,” she pleaded.

That was his undoing. He needed to stay close to her, to look at her and reassure himself that she was truly his now. Slowly he nodded his head in agreement. Buffy was scooped up into Angel’s arms and when he went to protest, his Sire smiled at him.

“You’re almost as weak as she is. Let me carry her this time.”