8Through a Mirror darkly chapter 5
In a community for both humans and friendly demons, such as Clem near San Diego in the alternate universe.
Spike and Buffy were frantically kissing in their kitchen, clothes were starting to come off.
You're not supposed to look so… "
"So, what, Luv?"
She smiled. "Lovable."
Spike grimaced. "Lovable? Bloody hell."
"What?"
"I thought we were getting in the mood here. Then you go and call me bloody 'lovable.' What's so sexy about that?"
Buffy snickered, and the sound of it was like an endless fire roaring through him, consuming him, warming him. He beamed at his Slayer despite his words.
She pulled his red shirt up and over his head and gently kissed each of his nipples. "You silly man. Don't you want me to…" She bent over and kissed his belly button and looked up at him. "Worship you, Spike?"
"Oh, fuck, slayer. You know I want it."
Spike took her face into his hands and pulled her back up for a lengthy, passionate snog. She made little sounds that had always urged him on and he felt his fingers digging into the flesh of her muscled arms. His hands shifted behind her back and unclasped her bra, tugging it off of her, frantically shifting his mouth from her lips to her breasts. Spike was still addicted to her boobs and everything else that made Buffy... Buffy. This included her fire, determination, and belief that good triumphs over evil.
"Oh, Spike," she uttered, bracing herself against the counter with one hand and cupping the back of his head with the other. He nipped her pink flesh with his teeth, and she whimpered but thrust her chest toward him encouragingly.
Spike stood up straight and kissed her ripe lips once more, mumbling all the while, "Buffy. My Buffy. You are mine. Christ, you'll always be mine."
Her hands were busy removing his jeans and he moved his hands to cover hers.
"Not here," he sighed pulling her with him in a half-dressed stumble toward the stairs, kicking his pants off as they staggered out of the kitchen.
Buffy shrugged her navy-blue jeans and matching panties down with a little hop that made her stumble against him. He fell back against the wooden staircase, catching himself with one hand, and pulling her with him with the other.
"Mmm, Buffy," he squeezed her gluteal muscles until she moaned and squirmed. "That's right, pet. Never hold back with me."
Buffy whined and rubbed her wetness all over him, taking hold of his eager organ with her right hand.
"Pull my hair, honey."
"Oh, bloody hell," Spike mumbled, grabbing her gently by her beautiful, golden hair and pulling her in to kiss her.
"Jesus Spike!" moaned Buffy lost in her passion for Spike.
Buffy whimpered and arched her scarred but muscular back, holding one of the wooden railings beside them. "This is amazing, Spike."
Spike smirked and lifted her up and off his leg, making Buffy's face melt into a sexy pout.
"Don't you worry, my only love. We need to get to bed. Bleeding uncomfortable to do it on the staircase."
"Spike," Buffy begged, both exasperated by his teasing and aching for him to fill the need and love that glued them together.
"The last one to get to the bed upstairs has to do dishes for the week!" taunted Buffy as she sprinted to her bedroom despite being fully turned on.
Spike growled like a lion and then chased her like she was his only prey. They both landed on top of the bed, Spike immediately pulled Buffy's legs apart, staring at her glistening center, before taking a long lick up her slit. Buffy moaned, hunger showing in her eyes as she dragged him back to her face.
"Later. Right now, I need you," Buffy whispered, lust evident in her voice. She took hold of Spike's cock and shoved it deep inside her. Spike groaned and started to pound into the slayer's willing body. Her dominant behavior unleashed the animalistic nature inside of him. The bed squeaked and groaned as the couple engaged in her passionate battle, not caring who would win. Spike pulled the sheets out and covered their bodies, signifying the battle is coming to an end.
Buffy shrieked as her vampire set a steady pace with his thrusts.
"Oh my god!" she clutched his muscular shoulders. Finally, Buffy let out a final scream of pleasure and cuddled up in Spike's arms.
He made her feel safe despite their turbulent history. His soul couldn't disappear during a moment of perfect happiness, unlike Angel's but thinking about the final death of her first love led to nowhere. Unlike Riley, he would never leave or betray her with vampire whores.
Buffy remembered being thrown out by the Scoobies and how she and Spike headed off. She was fed up with the criticism from Giles and others about their relationship when none of them had room to talk when Xander used to date Anya, Willow flayed Warren and tried to end the world while Giles was known as Ripper and had raised Eyghon with his friends, including Ethan.
Buffy had been slaying for five years before being resurrected by Willow and deserved some respect from the potentials. War was about death, stupid miserable death where good people could die or get maimed, no matter how ready they thought they were or the leaders they chose to lead them into battle. Not to mention it was Buffy's house that was left to her by her mother, and the gang choose to kick her out of despite the dangers that lurked in Sunnydale.
"I think it was a tie," Buffy finally managed after several pants.
There was a knock on the door. Spike snarled in frustration at the interruption.
"Who the bloody hell is it?"
"It's Clem, we have visitors' old friend."
"The Slayer and I are busy at the moment so tell them to find quarters of their own."
"I think that you and your Slayer need to see this, Spike. It's a little hard to explain," said the voice from outside the door.
"So where are they?" called out Buffy.
"We left them at reception."
Buffy immediately scrambled to get dressed, wondering who or what had arrived which made Spike's old friend confused and anxious. To her disappointment, Spike was also getting dressed when she would've liked to have seen him shirtless for a little while longer. She put on her comfortable black tracksuit and a tank top before heading out.
At the building which acted as their reception, where friendly people and demons could check into Hotel Summers, she ran face to face with herself with an entourage.
What the hell!
"Uh, Slayer," mumbled a confused Spike, "Is it me or am I seeing double?"
"She's me," mumbled Buffy in disbelief, "Xander? Willow and Dawnie?" she muttered to herself, "Giles?"
The other Buffy looked exactly like her with the same height and the same hazel eyes. Although she looked far more fashionable in contrast to her frumpy get-up.
Both sets of hazel eyes were narrowed in suspicion at each other.
"Hold on, how are there two Buffies?" said Xander looking around.
"Uh, hello! We are in an alternate dimension Harris?" said a new voice belonging to Cordelia, "This is the Buffy that belongs to this world."
Was there a high school reunion that Buffy didn't know about?
"Dawnie, you are alive?" mumbled Buffy with hope in her voice.
"Where is your Dawn?" asked Dawn, looking at this tougher and battle-scarred version of her big sister with some concern.
"It's good to see you nibblet," said Spike offering his Buffy a hug.
Dawn looked concerned that alternate Spike didn't answer her question.
The other Buffy tried to look anywhere but at the happy couple. She had more issues to attend to and being jealous of herself would not help her Spike. Besides, seeing her alternate self and Spike as a couple was too confusing. It reminded her of everything she had lost in her world due to her liaison with the Immortal, a smooth-talking Italian playboy who was no Spike.
The immortal had tried to keep her from Spike and her blood boiled at his manipulations. Not to mention torturing Spike and Angel in his room of pain, so he could sleep with two vapid vampire whores.
"Let's get down to business," said Buffy with a growl.
"Uh, sure thing Buff but we are going to have to tell you apart," added Xander.
"Oh! I know, how about we call our Buffy 'Buffy1 and the other Buffy2," suggested Dawn.
"Fine! Is there somewhere private that we can talk?"
"Follow me, Buffy and everyone else," said Spike, or as Dawn preferred to call him Spike 2.
Dawn was bewildered, but it was the comforting pressure in her hand from her husband that helped to steady her in the conference room. First, there were two versions of her big sister, although one of them had Spike by her side. What this was doing to her Buffy, Dawn didn't want to know.
There was a lot about Spike's relationship with her sister that she didn't know back in Sunnydale. Buffy had just told her how the bleach-blonde vampire had been helping her sister with being torn out of heaven in his way. Despite being soulless and all.
Unlike Angel. Spike's demonic self and his souled self often acted in harmony with each other. So there wasn't any different personalities in conflict with each other. He may be a little softer a little more selfless. But Spike remained true to himself.
Dawn didn't want to think about the damage that Angelus could cause, even with a chip inside his head. He could easily burn their house down and laugh or have his insane childe bring him takeout. The soulless dark vampire would not protect her from a bitch like Glory.
"So, we are looking for another version of Spike who has landed in Sunnydale or Los Angeles," began her Buffy.
"Yes, he is with Angel and his son," added Cordelia.
"I haven't seen any of them."
"Maybe they ran into Ripper's group?" offered Spike 2.
"Who?" asked Xander looking at Giles.
"The new vampire master of Sunnydale, according to my sources, our Rupert Giles is a vampire and the king of the dead."
Giles looked pale and shocked by this revelation while Willow raised her eyebrows at him.
The old Watcher looked down sadly.
"That is not our Giles, Willow, " spoke up Xander defensively.
"Yes, just like Vamp Willow from our high school days," offered Buffy 2.
"What did happen to her?" asked Satsu, holding Willow's hand comfortingly. Buffy 2 smiled at the gesture.
"I don't know," managed Willow, "We sent her back into her world, and that was it."
"Anya mentioned something about making us grovel before her at that time," said Buffy 1, "Oh, sorry Xand."
"It's all right Buffy you can mention Anya's name to me," said Xander smiling.
Dawn grinned at her husband, adoring his smile. He always managed to light up the room.
"Well, why don't you stay here for a bit, and tomorrow we can make the trip to Sunnydale and find your Spike, Buffy," offered Buffy 2.
Buffy thought for a moment and then nodded. She looked grungy and needed several showers before seeing her Spike again.
Dawn reckoned that this time Spike wouldn't escape without hearing Buffy out.
The others left and settled into Hotel Summers.
"Buffy?" asked Giles looking at the alternate counterpart of one of his surrogate daughters. The petite blonde Slayer.
"What is it, Giles?" asked Buffy 2.
"I'm sorry that I am a vampire here in this world and for whatever damage I did to you by not understanding your relationship with Spike."
"I am glad that you apologized Giles, I was never a perfect Slayer."
"Nonsense my dear girl you always made me proud,"
Buffy2 sniffled at the words of praise from Giles. Even though it was not her Giles.
"Sorry I think that there was something in my eye. Maybe it is dust."
In alternate Sunnydale at the Bronze, the jeeps had arrived, and many people jumped out determined to stake the vampires while they were sleeping.
Connor staked his vampire quickly and watched his father do the same with the other sentry.
Spike looked to be tussling with another vampire and was swearing the entire time.
"Spike finish that one quickly before he wakes up the whole nest," demanded Angel.
"I know what to do gramps. I saved the world a few times, didn't I?"
"Only three times and talk to me when you have done it a few more times," snapped back Angel.
"Both of you shut up!" demanded the sweet voice belonging to his wife, "Or I will stake you both!"
"Faith is right, stop baiting each other," demanded Cordelia.
"I guess some things never change, but if you compromise the mission, I will let Faith stake you both," snarled Xander.
Angel and Spike glared at each other before charging through the door and staking more vampires that were waking up.
Faith was locked in combat with another vampire who was growling at her. She took him down with a spinning kick and slammed him against the wall.
"Master the Slayers are…..." shouted the vampire before he was dusted.
Faith turned to see her husband watching her.
"What is it stud?"
"You look hot doing that babe," praised Connor who had staked his own opponent after a vicious struggle.
"Just like his undead father," muttered Xander to himself before wrestling with another vampire. This one looked Asian and was trying to use his martial arts, but Xander simply pulled out a gun and shot him twice in the chest before bending over and staking him.
"Oh, Xander? It's nice to see you bring us takeout," cooed a soft-spoken voice from Xander's nightmares. He turned to the demon that was controlling his best friend's body, watching him with a smirk on her face.
"You're not Willow."
"Someone hasn't explained this to you properly. I might be a vampire, but I still have the memories of Willow, so I remember your tacky yellow crayon speech," commented Vamp Willow sarcastically.
"Don't listen to her Xander," groaned Cordelia.
"Cordelia? Cordelia! Why don't you leave and let the adults talk about their problems? Buffy and I were delighted when you left for Los Angeles, you were the biggest bully in Sunnydale High."
"I see that you are a blood-sucking whore Rosenberg!" snapped back Cordelia, "Xander wants me and not you."
"When did Harris have two women fighting over him?" mumbled Spike to himself.
"Spike!", snarled Angel reproachfully.
Xander was outraged over Vamp Willow's insults towards his girl and hit the redhead in the face but Willow began to laugh evilly and wiped the blood away from her nose.
"There's my Xander, give in to the temptation of being evil. Of course, we would have to take out Faith for the First, not to mention your least favourite people Angel and Spike, if you can call Angel and Spike people. I guess you can as you are what you eat and all that."
"No! I am not your Xander."
"I can fix that for you, all it takes is one brief moment of pain, and your entire worldview changes."
"If you try and sire me Willow, I would still kill you when I wake up, count on that."
"So, you refuse my Willow's gracious offer?" spoke an English-accented voice.
The King of the Dead, the Master of Sunnydale had arrived with an angry expression on his usually handsome face.