Night Games

By Elka

Title: Night Games
Author: Elka
Email: [email protected]
Post Date: 28-12-99
Rating: PG13 - Some language
Part: 1 of ?
Distribution: The regulars. Ask if you've got the wants.
Disclaimer: Joss is the wind beneath my wings.
Spoilers: General season four. Spike is unbitey, but nothing
after 'Pangs' happened. 'Something Blue', 'Hush', etc. never
existed.
Feedback: Don't be afraid of the crazy British girl.
Author's Notes: Okay. Day one of sap slash no angst as par
request by Inell. Direct any complaints to [email protected],
they are most encouraged. Giggle.

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"So, what do we do? Giles' apartment all to ourselves, well,
except that sorry excuse for a demon chained in the bathttub..."

"I heard that!" A yell came from deeper within the house.

"...we're free to do what we please. What's it going to be?"

Buffy stepped over the carpet picnic, sitting down next to
Anya.

"How about ghost stories?" The ex-demon asked bluntly. "I can
tell you guys stories about the good, old days. There was this
one time with this guy and a cow and phlegm and..."

"I try not to bring my work home with me." Buffy interjected
quickly. "You might want to work on that."

"Truth or dare, anyone?" Willow put in.

"Truth or dare?" Anya repeated.

"Yeah. You pick either truth or dare then the person asks you
something you have to answer or makes you do something. It
can get messy."

Buffy glanced at Willow, amazed. "Since when do you like Truth
or Dare? I thought you hated that game."

"I don't know." She shrugged, unwrapping a lollipop thoughtfully.
She stuck it in her mouth with a smile. "I'm feeling wild tonight.

Anya rubbed her palms together. "Then let the games begin."

"Ooh!" Buffy raised her hand. "I've got one. Wills, t or d?"

"Dare." She didn't miss a beat.

"Kay. Here it is. You know Impotenticula in the other room?
I dare you to go in there and do whatever you can to make him
say the word 'fuck'. Whatever you have to do to get him to
say it."

"Hey, hey, hey." Willow frowned. "Why are you bringing Spike
into this?"

"He's fair game." Anya jumped in. "Unless you're afraid."

Willow shook her hed. "Fuck. No problem. I'll be back.

She stood confidently, leaving the room as her friends erupted
into giggles.

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Willow peeped her head around the corner, looking in the bathroom.
Spike was chained as usual, hands resting on his stomach. His
eyes were closed, head leaning on the rim of the tub. She stepped
in the room silently.

"What do you want?"

Willow jumped. "What? How'd you know I was here?"

"I can smell you." Spike replied boredly.

"Oh. Ew. Do I smell good?"

He opened his eyes, reluctantly pulling his head up to face
her. "What do you want?"

She stepped over to him, taking a deep breath. "What do you
call sex?"

"What?"

"You heard me. What do you call sex?"

"Sex."

"No. In England."

"Sex. It's another country, not another planet."

"Aren't there any other words for it?"

"Shag. Lay. Screw. Frig. Depends where you're from. Why?"

"What else?"

"Have you been drinking?"

"No. Come on. Think."

"About what? Willow, this is nitted. Get to the point."

"Just keep going. Please?" She pleaded, kneeling next to the
bathttub.

He glared at her. "No."

"Aww, Spike. For me?"

"I don't care about you. Don't make me do this."

"Do what? You don't even know what you're doing."

"Exactly."

"You're admitting it?" Willow asked innocently.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Spike roared.

She clapped her hands gleefully. "Thank you." She patted his
head and left.

-----

Willow ignored the laughter and stares of her companions as
she retook her place on the floor, kindly reaching for her
lollipop again.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"You did it?" Buffy wondered aloud. "You really did it."

"Of course I did, it was a dare, right."

"I like this Willow. Much better then the shy, reasonable one."
Anya informed the girls. "The other one was stupid."

Willow and Buffy looked at her. "Thanks. I think."

"So...who's next? Anya? Asker or askee?"

"Asker." Anya nodded. "And I ask Willow."

"What? No. I just went."

"No." Buffy shook her head, throwing a knowing glance at Anya.
"There's no rule saying she can't ask the same person again."

"Truth or dare?" Anya asked, leaning forward, her eyes shining.

"Are you guys planning something?"

"Nope." Buffy answered quickly. "Come on Will, truth or dare?"

Sigh. "Dare."

"Okay. Enough of this childish shit, now you're going to get
a real dare...no offense, Buffy." She glanced at her askance.

"None taken, as always." The Slayer frowned momentarily.

"Well?" Willow asked impatiently. "What do I have to do? And
it better not involve Spike."

"Well, here's what you have to do...and it involves Spike."

Anya laid out the dare carefully, grinning as she watched Willow's
eyes widen with every word. She finished, savoring the horrified
expression on her face. Buffy smiled evilly.

"No way!" Willow cried. "I can't do that."

"Have to." Buffy pushed. "Truth or dare..."

-----
 

"What is it this time?" Spike asked, annoyed at the second
interruption.

"What? I haven't even stepped in the door and you smell me
already. I'm swearing off CK forever." Willow dropped her arms
at her side and stepped into the bathroom.

"I smell your anticipation. What the hell are you three doing?
I don't like girls' slumber parties much."

She took a deep breath, remembering the dare. She hated it,
but she had to do it. Not just because it was a dare, she had
to prove to her friends and herself that she could be just
as wild as they could.

"How do you like it?" Willow asked smokily.

Spike's head snapped up, eyes flying open. "What?"

"I thought most guys would love three girls...three of them...all
to himself." She ran a finger smoothly along the cold ceramic.

He couldn't manage any words.

"Don't worry. You don't have to talk...much." Willow laughed,
the sound silky and thin. Hearing herself almost made her lose
her nerve. She paused.

Spike stared at her, Willow stared back.

-----

Buffy strained to listen for sounds coming from the bathroom.
When she heard nothing, she nudged Anya.

"You don't think that was too much, do you?"

"Are you kidding?" Anya asked. "It's nothing."

"But this is Willow." She shrugged. "She's not the type to
accept a dare to give a vamp a hard-on."

Anya grinned. "Wanna watch?"

-----

The silence between Willow and Spike lasted almost a minute.
She gathered her courage and broke it.

"So, how was the sex between you and Drusilla?" Willow asked
with every ounce of casualness she could muster.

"The...the sex? Dru? Me?" Spike stumbled.

"Yeah. The sex. Did you two do anything special? You know,
chains, dominatrix, vamp face? Something you really liked that
turned you on?" She tapped her fingers on the side of the tub,
trying to look bored with the whole conversation.

"Fuck. Is the Slayer holding you up to this? She's trying to
torture me, isn't she?"

Willow ignored the question. "Positions? Have a favorite position?"

"Who told you about positions?"

"What about when Angelus was all badass? Did he get in on it?"

"NO!" Spike, enraged.

"Come on. Give me something. What did she do that got you going
every time."

Spike glared at her. "Well, she did this thing with her tongue.
My ear...no. I'm not telling you this."

Willow lowered her head, watching him through her eyelashes.
"Really?"

She leaned forward, swirling her tongue around his ear, biting
the cold flesh lightly. He leaned into her, falling prey to
her treatment.

Willow giggled quietly. He felt himself harden, using all his
strength to supress a moan.

And then it was over. She glanced down at him. She did it.
No problem.

Spike protested as she stood. "Hey. Where are you going?"

"That's it. No more. Thanks." Willow turned and left.

He grumbled, trying to make himself more comfortable in the
bathtub.

"Wench."

-----
Willow stopped as she reentered the living room for a third
time that evening. Buffy and Anya were in the middle of a heated
debate, facing off on the floor. They didn't even notice her
presence.

"Well, I never realised you thought she was so sheltered. If
I had, I wouldn't have done it. I thought she could handle
it."

"Since when do you know her? You've been around for, what,
thirty seconds? And when you are around, all you do is cause
trouble."

"What trouble?"

"Hmm. Alternate universe. Will and Xander are vampires? The
master isn't dead. How about that for trouble? But I guess
reaking havoc and creating mad chaos was all in a days work
for those thousand years as a demon, right?"

"Hey. I wasn't a full powered demon the whole thousand years.
I had to work at it. It took a lot of testicle crushing and
castrations to become the demon I was. I worked hard. And it
went completely unthanked. No one appreciates a good dismemberment
anymore."

"So you take out your pain on Willow? Is she your little toy?"

"RELAX Buffy! It's just a game. We're trying to have fun. So
she got Limpy the Vampire to get it up. No harm done. Well,
maybe in the morning for him, but she's fine."

"Okay. But no more. Let's just leave her alone. She's kind
of fragile with Oz leaving and all. She can't handle games
like that."

Willow glared at the two girls trying to decide her fate. She
fumed. Can't handle games like this. She'd show them.

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"Okay, girls. Ready to play hardball?" Willow asked, leaning
on the doorway.

"Uh. Will. How long...how long have you been standing there?"
Buffy stuttered.

"Long enough to know you guys don't think I can handle myself
or Spike as well as you two could, especially you, Buffy. So,
the game continues." She fixed her stare on the Slayer. "Dare
or Dare, Buff?"

"W-what? What about truth?"

"Nope." Willow grinned, eyes shining. "You get a dare."

Buffy sighed. "Fine. Dare."

"You know, actually, I don't know if you could do this, if
you have the stones to do this."

Willow hit Buffy's competitive vein dead on. She stood, smoothing
her shirt. "Dare me, Will." She glared playfully. "I dare you.

The redhead crossed her arms over her chest, challenging her.
"Suck him." She said evenly. "Suck him off while he's chained
in the bathtub."

Buffy thought she might throw up.

-----

Buffy walked the short hallway to the bathroom as if it were
the final way to the electric chair. She stepped in the bathroom,
a grim look set on her face when she saw Spike watching the
three enter.

"What are you chits doing in here? I may be chained up, but
I'm not some toy for you silly teens."

Anya rolled her eyes.

Willow supressed a smile.

Buffy thought she was going to throw up.

The four stared at each other; a stand off.

Willow nudged Buffy gently. "Go on. You have to."

The Slayer approached her slowly, dropping to her knees beside
the bathtub. He stared at her.

She reached for his zipper before he could protest; the final
barrier between the two of them. He protested as she pulled
it down.

"Hey. What? Get the fuck off me."

Buffy ignored him, staring at what she really didn't want to
look at. Anya peered over Willow's shoulders to get a better
look.

"Not bad. He's a little bigger then Xander, but not as inviting.
With Xander, I just want to reach out and grab it, but with
Spike, I think just watching it for awhile would be pleasing."
She commented loudly.

Spike sunk deeper into the tub, hardening at the three girls'
attention. "As soon as I get my teeth back..."

Willow smirked as Buffy leaned over the tub, her mouth moments
from his hard dick. He stared at her, trying to just kill her
with his eyes.

Buffy opened her mouth, feeling the coldness approach her mouth.

She sat back on her heels.

"Ugh." She cried with frustration. "I can't do it. You win
Willow. I forfeit."

Willow grinned. "Anya. Truth or dare?"

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"Oh no." Anya held up her hands. "I'm not touching that thing."

"Hey." Spike cried indignantly. "Nothing wrong with that thing."

"No." Anya agreed. "Nothing wrong with it. But Xander made
me promise that as long as we're having sex together every
night, I'm a one penis kind of gal."

Everyone stared at her.

"What? There's nothing wrong with commitment." She defended.

"Let's lay off the Spike smut for awhile. Just keep playing."
Buffy said, pushing the image of Xander and Anya together out
of her head.

Anya and Willow found places to sit. Spike glared at them.

"Could someone put me back together, please? I don't like this
precarious situation much."

"I don't know." Willow giggled bravely. "I kind of like it."

"See?" Anya cut in. "This Willow is much better. The other
one annoyed me."

Spike rolled his eyes.

"How about fantasies?" Buffy grinned. "That's kind of truthy.
And it's definitely a game. You start, Will, since you're such
a wild girl tonight. What's your fantasy?"

Spike's ears perked up.

Willow bit her lip and looked down. "Well..."

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"Come on." Buffy prodded. "Out with it. You have to have some
kind of fantasy. And none of that mushy Oz crap. I want something
wild."

"It's really very simple." Willow smiled. "Not much a fantasy,
but a little thing I always thought of."

"Which is practically the definition of a fantasy." Spike piped
up.

"Well, Buffy, don't be mad."

"I won't be."

"Sure?"

"Sure. It's just a fantasy. What's it about?"

Willow paused. "Well, you remember Angel? Not good Angel, but
bad Angel?"

"Angelus?" Buffy raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Angelus. Well, I kinda had a crush on him. You know,
when he wasn't killing and maiming and all."

Spike's laughter echoed through the tiny bathroom. "You had
a thing for Peaches?"

"That's not simple." Anya pointed out. "Details. I want details."

"Yes." Spike cocked his head to the side. "I'd be interested."

"Well." Willow looked down, she spoke quickly and quietly,
blending her words together. "Iwantedtodoitwithhiminhisgameface."

Buffy supressed a laugh.

"What? Game face?" Spike asked.

"Grr." Buffy demonstrated. "You know. Vamp out."

Spike was almost speechless. "That. That." He stumbled.

The three girls looked at him.

"That's a turn on." He nodded.

"Why?" Anya asked. "That's not so terribly smutty of you."

"I kind of pictured myself licking his face while we were doing
it."

Buffy's eyes widened. "Ew."

Anya grinned. "Cool."

Spike ate it up. "Hot."

Willow slowly felt herself turn red. "Okay. Okay. Enough. Someone
else go."

Buffy took a deep breath. "While we're on the subjects of demons
and sex..."

-----
 

"Well. I always wondered, you know, how big the Judge was."

Spike's head snapped up. "You wanted to see if Big Baby Blue
was packing?"

"Why do you have to be in on this?" Buffy sighed.

"Because you three twits insist on holding Hormone Fest '99
in here. Besides." Spike said stiffly, looking away. "As you
so eloquently put it, my thing is hanging out and I hope you
return it to it's proper place before Giles gets back tomorrow
morning."

Anya laughed. "That'd be funny. To have Giles come back and
have to see it and then put you back together."

Spike glared.

"But seriously." Buffy grinned. "Don't you guys wonder. I mean
he was a big guy, seriously muscled and tall."

Willow smiled at Spike. "You put him together. Did you find
any pieces we might be interested in?"

"Hey. I didn't deal with that end. My boys did." He shifted
uncomfortably.

"So you just wanted to see?" Willow asked.

"I had this dream. Seriously. That the Judge and I were doing
it, right? And every time he touched me with his burny hands,
I..." Buffy glanced at Spike. "...I, you know."

"What?" Willow and Anya asked together.

Buffy waved her hands. She tried to shush them with a look.

"I don't get it." Willow said, confused.

"You what?" Anya asked. "Burnt?"

"No! I can't say it. Because of Spick, here."

"Then use sign language or something." Willow leaned forward.

"I don't think that would work."

"It can't be anything that bad..." Anya started.

Spike cut her off. "She'd come, you foolish bitches." Exasperated
sigh. "Everytime he touched her, she'd orgasm. Get it?"

Anya rocked back on her heels. "Wow. The Judge? I read about
him. Didn't burn people from the inside?"

Buffy nodded. "Yeah. Spike and loony Dru tried to put him together..."

"Tried?"

"...and kill us with him."

"Wow." Anya sighed. "That would be great. I mean, Xander gives
me lots of orgasms, sometimes, but something like that would
just be heaven in a big blue suit."

"Ugh." Spike groaned. "Even I'm more human then that."

"Not by much."

"Watch it, Slayer."

"What are you going to do? Point at me?" Triumphant snicker.

"This is fun." Anya cleared her throat. "But let's get back
to the dares. Now that Spike is convienently in the room, let's
include him. It's been so long since I've gotten to torture
a male."

Willow and Buffy grinned at each other. "Time to play."

Spike swallowed.

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Will...truth or dare?" Buffy licked her lips.

"No, no, no." She stated firmly. "I've done all the dares so
far. It's not fair."

"Aw, come on. One more. Then we'll leave you alone."

"One more. But only one. And no more Spikeage."

"Hey. Watch that. I'm right here." He protested, watching the
girls.

"How could we forget?" Anya asked with a roll of her eyes.

Buffy crawled across the floor, motioning for Willow to lean
down to her. The Slayer whispered the dare in her ear, stopping
only twice to giggle. Willow started shaking her head before
she was even finished.

"No. Absolutely not."

"Come on, Will." Buffy's eyes sparkled. "Don't you want your
dreams to come true?"

"Buffy!"

"Just do it. One and you're done. Off the hook."

Willow glanced over at Spike. "Well, how'm I going to get him,
to, you know?"

Buffy shrugged. "I'm not really sure how it works."

The redhead edged reluctantly over to him. "Grr." She tried
halfheartedly.

"What?"

Willow looked back at Buffy helplessly. She waved her off.

Spike watched her wearily as she leaned her face close to his,
staring intently at him, like she may do something. She just
sat, look at him.

Almost a minute passed by as they faced each other, she didn't
move a muscle, barely a blink.

"Arr!" She shouted, waving her hands in his face.

Spike jumped, startled by her sudden movement, he instinctively
morphed into his game face, glaring at her with wide yellow
eyes.

Before he could say a word, Willow leaned forward, pecking
her tounge out quickly before scurrying away.

Spike shook his demon off, returning to his human disguise.

"Bloody hell."

-----

"Stupid moos. Get off me. I'll kill if you if I have to. It'll
hurt, it will, but I'll do it."

Buffy, Willow, and Anya stood over Spike, admiring their efforts.

"Red is really your colour, Spike." Buffy giggled. "That shade
of lipstick is hard to pull off, but you look lovely."

"The mascara, I don't know, it works, but you might have to
flutter those lashes if you really want to attract anyone."
Anya chimed in.

"I think the blush is what does it. Stops him from looking
so damn pale." Willow supressed a smile.

Spike glared up at them, he had fallen prey to their wonderings
of what he would look like in makeup. So, fourty-five minutes
later, here he sat. Looking oh-so-pretty.

Buffy nodded, stifling a nod. "Yawn. Tired. Maybe we've bugged
him enough for one night."

"Yeah." Anya agreed. "We look all exhausted and wasted while
he looks like a spring daisy. Makes me kind of jealous."

The two girls headed out of the room, laughing hysterically
at the act they had committed. Willow stayed behind, allowing
herself a soft giggle.

"What are you soddy laughing about? Bunch of thick tarts, the
all of you are."

She shook her head, leaning down to wipe his face quickly with
a tissue, rubbing most of the makeup off. He opened his mouth
to speak, silenced by her index finger. Willow shook her head.

"Shh. I'll be back. Later."

She stole out of the room with a just a glance.

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-----
 
Willow stared at the ceiling, unable to wipe the smile off
her face. The events of the evening filled her with so much
happiness. No matter how silly it was. It made her smile.
 
She glanced over at Buffy and Anya, both asleep, smiling faintly
in their slumber. Fun was had by all, well, almost all.
 
She slipped from the room, making her way silently into the
bathroom. Spike sat waiting for her, an unreadable expression
on his face.
 
"Are they asleep?" He asked rather loudly.
 
"Yes." She whispered. "Shh. Unless you want to wake them up."
 
Spike rolled his eyes. "Silly..."
 
"...chits. I know."
 
Willow giggled softly, kneeling next to the bathtub. "You were
good. Very good. Buffy needed that. So did I."
 
He smiled stiffly. "Yeah, I was."
 
"Thank you."
 
"Don't get all emotion and what. Don't think I can stomach
it after all that." He paused. "Oh and thanks for cock-blocking
me, appreciated that more then a pint of blood on a sunny
day." Sarcasm dripped.
 
"Hey. They dared me. I had to do it."
 
"Whatever. You think they know?"
 
-----
 

"What? That we're friends?" Willow laughed. "You make it sound
like we're lovers."

"We could be, pet." Spike wiggled his eyebrows.

"Now that's attractive." She shook her head.

"Truth or dare?"

"No. No more. I've had enough truth or dare for awhile. I've
learned my lesson."

"Come on. It won't hurt."

Willow relented after a moment. "What?"

"Lean in." Spike nodded with a smile.

She raised an eyebrow, but pulled herself up to a seated position
on the rim, she leaned in close to him.

"Dare."

"Kiss me."

She stared at him.

"Why?"

"I'm trying to be sappy here, luv."

Willow bent forward, gently brushing her warm lips to his cool
ones. Two chained arms reached up behind her, pulling her quickly
into the bathtub with him. She stifled her laughter with both
hands.

"That's for what you did to me tonight. All those silly games
could get you in trouble."

"You mean like stuck in a bathtub with a vampire?"

"Are you stuck?"

"Think so."

"Good. Stay with me. See if I let Shag-a-lot get you back."
Spike nodded decisively.

Willow smiled. "Now, about that kiss..."

-----

Buffy and Anya drew back from the doorway, eyes wide with surprise.

"Damnit." Buffy whispered.

"What?"

Sigh.

"Willow won."

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The End.