Title: Show Me 1/?
Author: Samantha ([email protected])
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Notes: Not too sure about this fic, so let me know whether
I should continue it or not.

Spike is *not* neutered. W & S have become friends over
the time.

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Show Me
Part 1

"Spike?" she squeaked. Oh what if he doesn't want to do it?
Then I'll just look like a big idiot. What if he just
laughs at me?

When he heard her voice, he looked up at her confused face
and wondered what might be bothering the chit. "Yes, pet?"

She played with her hands and looked at the floor. "Well.
Umm. Would-would you," taking in a deep breathe of air,
she spoke quickly, "Would you be willing to bite me? Like,
while you're in grr mode? I was wondering how it felt and
well, you're the only available vamp that I trust enough."

Looking at her oddly, he chuckled and answered, "Now why
would you want me to do a thing like that? It would hurt,"
he nodded at her and then continued, "It would hurt alot.
So tell me pet, why *do* you want me to snack on you?"

"Well...I...because..it..bite..aughh!! I want you, Mr.
Vampy over there, to bite me, Ms. Innocent over here
because I want to fucking know what it feels like!!!"

He stood up and slipped his game face on, preparing to
bite her. As he buried his face into her neck, he felt
her arms go around his neck tightly. Sliding his fangs
out, he slowly sucked on the sweet nectar, but before
an ounce could fill up his mouth, the door swung open
to reveal a very pissed off sire, a raging werewolf,
and a hormone driven best friend.

"Get your filthy hands off her Deadboy Jr. No one treats
*my* Wills like that," he said while walking across the
room to pry the blonde vampire off her neck. Oz nodded in
agreement and followed Xander to help him. "Yeah, stay away
from my girlfriend." But before either of them could reach
Spike, the dark haired vamp was already fighting his
childe.

Punch. "Don't you dare." Punch. "Touch her." Punch. "Ever
again." Kick. "Stay away." Kick-punch. "from Willow."
Kick. Kick. Punch. Kick. Punch. Punch. "She's mine." With
a growl, he took his final shot at Spike and threw him
across the room, satisfied when he heard a loud thud
followed by small curses coming from Spike's mouth.

Xander and Oz stared at Angel, mouths wide open. They
looked at him in disbelief. Not understanding why
he had acted so un-Angel like. Then, they realized
what had made him act so drastically. Willow. They're
eyes held a faraway look in them and Angel joined
them in their daydream of Willow.

She cleared her throat. "Uhh..guys?" They all turned
towards her at the same time. Uh-oh. This is freaky.
Better go see how Spike is doing. Hearing a slight
groan come from her friend's lips, she quickly rushed
to his side and took his hand.

"Ohh..Spike. Are you ok? I'm so sorry. This is all
my fault. If I hadn't asked you to b-bite me. Then
this never would've happened. Please-"

"You asked him to bite you?!?!?! Oh my god Wills! What
has gotten into you? First you drop me, your lifetime
best friend, become his best friend, and now you ask
him to bite you?" screamed Xander while shaking his
head, trying to figure out why she would do a thing
like that.

Oz chimed in, "Yeah, Willow. I thought you were my
girlfriend."

The dark haird vampire was too deep in his state of
shock at Willow's words to say anything.

She finally snapped. Standing up, she stalked over
to the trio and pointed her finger at each of them.
"How dare you? How dare you tell me whether what I
do is right or wrong? This is my fucking life and
I will do what I please with it. Stay out of my home.
Wait, correction. Stay out of *our* home," she yelled.

She walked back over to where Spike lay on the ground,
slumped against the wall. Hearing something come
out of his mouth, she leaned down to hear what he
was saying.

"Will..Willow. I...I.."
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Part 2

She looked down at him with concerned eyes. "You what, Spike?
Get it out. We both know you're hurt, but not that hurt. I
mean come on, you *are* a vampire. So you what, Spike?"

He glared at her. "I need some blood, pet. What? You thought
I would say that I loved you?"

His words hit her like a cold gust of wind. She turned her
head away and looked at the concrete floor. Of course he
wouldn't love her. They were just friends. It was her who had
fallen for him. The voices of Angel, Oz, and Xander pulled
her from her thoughts.

Xander whined, "Willow...get away from that..that vampire.
He'll suck you're blood. We were best friends. We're meant
to be!!"

At hearing this, Oz shoved him aside and kneeled on the floor.
"Willow, how about forgetting both of them and be with me.
I'm mean, look at Xander, he's a moronic asshole. He went
out with Cordelia for pete's sake. Angel? He just broods way
too much. And as for Spike..well, he's a soulless vamp.
Oh yeah, a blood sucking fiend too!"

Angel roared and moved to stand in front of Oz, blocking Willow's
view. "Willow, you and me. We could have fun together. I won't
ever brood again. Who cares about Buffy? She was a slut anyways.
Still is."

She sighed at the sight of them and turned back towards Spike.
"Go get your own blood, pet," she said mimicking him.

He groaned in pain, but stood up anyway and went into the kitchen.
Five minutes later he came back with a mug of blood to find Willow
nowhere, the group of men shoving each other back and forth. Names
were flying everywhere.

"Deadboy!"

"Moronic son of a bitch!"

"Werewolf!"

"Broody guy!"

"Lame ass!"

"Guitarist!"

"That wasn't an insult you idiot!"

"I know it wasn't, I just didn't know what else to say."

He searched the house inside out, in every nook and crany, but
couldn't find the redhead anywhere. Going outside was pointless
since it was still sunny. Which lead to the next question,
how the bloody hell did Angel get here? Probably used the
sewers.

"Where are you ducks? Come out wherever you are Willow."

The door swung open, halting all of the chaos in the room. The hacker
stepped into the room wearing leather as a second skin.

"This world's no fun."
******
Part 3

"This world's no fun."

She stepped into the room with amused eyes and looked
over the scene. Spike, a mug of blood in his hand and
the other men (if you could call them that) were bickering
with each other.

Her skin tight leather clung to her, showing off her
sexy curves. The top she wore, blood red, was practically
see through. And she wasn't wearing a bra underneath
either.

Xander and Oz drooled like puppies while Spike and Angel
thought of wicked, naughty things to do to her.

"Well boys, what do you think of the new look?" she did
a full 360 to give them a full view of her outfit. "You
like?"

The high school boys nodded, staring at her chest area.
More specifically, her cleavage.

She walked over to Spike, leaning into his body and
whispered, "Does Spikey wanna play with the naughty
witch?"

He ignored answering her and shoved her onto the couch
so that he was on top. He could smell her arousal and
it he hardened at the thought of having wild hot
monkey sex with her. He wanted to take her right then
and there. Who cared if the other three were watching
them right there. Acting on his thoughts, he tore her
shirt off and suckled on her pert nipple while rubbing
the other one with his cold hand.

She gasped when his hand came in contact with her delicate
breast. She pushed her hand down on his hand, trying
to force his body closer to hers if possible. Turning
her head, she saw the looks of desire and lust in their
eyes. She ignored Xander and Oz, letting her eyes roam
Angel's body.

He watched her as she watched him. Seeing her like this
had aroused him. He wanted to shove Spike aside and
take her hard and fast. But he wanted Willow to enjoy
the act of sex with Spike because he knew that all
those months his childe and the redhead had built on
their friendship, she had been silently pinning for
him. He almost squeaked like a schoolboy when she beckoned
with a finger for him to join them. Sex with Buffy was
blah. But just seeing Willow made him all horny and
perverted, he was just glad that no one else ever
noticed it.

Spike looked up to see her calling to Angel. Damn. He
didn't want his bloody poof of a sire joining them.
They were fine just the way they were.

The door opened and slammed into the wall as a result of
the force used to open the door.

"What the fuck happened here, Willow?" Buffy shrieked.

*********
Part 4:
Part 5

She woke up and took in deep breathes of air, trying
to remember. She moaned in dispair and rolled over
to the cooler side of the bed. She dipped her hand
down to her core and when she pulled it back, it
was soaked in her sweet juices.

There was a sharp knock at her door that quickly
brought her out of her state of lust. A muffled
voice could be heard and she tried to make out
the words, but it was no use. Her mind was all
fuzzy with naughty thoughts of Spike and Angel.

She swung the door open to reveal a concerned
Spike which made her face turn a deeper shade of
red then it already was and the vampire took
note of it as well as the scent of her arousal.

He cleared his throat, "Well pet, I heard you
mumbling in your sleep so I thought you were
just, um, having trouble getting to bed. But it
appears you have proved me wrong yet again, luv.
I'll just leave you to your business. That is,
unless you'd want to join?" he finished cockily.

She glared at him and slammed the door in his face,
satisfied with the loud thud it had made. Sitting
back down on her bed, she asked herself what the
hell was wrong with her. Standing up once more,
she went to the door and opened it to find an amused
Spike, waiting. The hell with it. She grabbed
him and threw him onto the bed.

Her breathing quickened while he just layed there,
staring at her, studying her. Their eyes met and
held. No one blinked. For a moment their was deadly
silence... and the next was chaotic.

He pulled her down towards him until their lips met
and ravaged her mouth, letting all thoughts flee from
their minds. Tearing her mouth away from his, she looked
at his blue eyes again half expecting them to turn
yellow. Keeping eye contact, she moved her lips from his
mouth down to his neck, placing butterfly kisses along his
pale skin towards her destination.

The door was once again abused. It swung on it's hinges,
squeaking and announcing the arrival of whoever had opened
the door.

Willow looked up and gave a little yell, then hid under
the blankets behind Spike. The blonde just looked on in
annoyance.

"Angel," he spat.
******