Title: Open All Night Author: kindred Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns these characters lock, stock and profitable barrel. Rating: NC-17 Feedback: Yes, please! I am happy to receive it. Summary: Sequel to "No Vacancy". It takes place in S3 in Sunnydale. Have-itch-will-travel Spike visits Buffy...they enjoy an entrée of truth, but it comes with a side order of consequences. 5. Buffy stood in the front hallway of her house and tried to think. Where could Spike be? What if this was some ploy to distract her by sending her off to school and then shopping for unmentionable pervy stuff while Spike plotted the destruction of puppies and apple pie? Okay, this was Spike she was dealing with and he was memorably disastrous at the logistics of evil plots. Besides, the sun shone all day long. Maybe he was-- "SLAYER!" Spike bellowed from her room. Right, Mr. Lazy Bones is just getting up from his nap. Buffy dropped her backpack and jacket and walked slowly up the stairs with her purchases. He better have behaved himself, she thought. Buffy's feet slowed at the thought of what an antsy vampire could have been up to in her absence. He could have drank all her mom's wine coolers or eaten the box of truffles on top of the fridge. He could have spent the day chatting long distance at premium billing rates. Buffy's eyes bulged. What if he spent the day on one of those phone sex services? No, that required a credit card. At least she didn't have a credit card he could max out ordering pizzas, grammy panties and over the phone lines jollies. She approached her bedroom door with suspicious agitation. He wasn't going to mooch off her and get away with it. "Your cable package sucks!" Spike pronounced from atop her bed. What met her eyes was not precisely one of the series of bad, badder and baddest scenarios that flew through her mind while walking up the stairs. He flicked his wrist and turned off the remote. Spike lay on her bed surrounded by her menagerie of stuffed animals, all posed just so in a collective cuddle. His sweet grin soon devolved into a suggestive smirk, with accompanying eyebrow flex. Buffy stood in the doorway to her room and surveyed its contents. It was spotless. Everything look picked up, examined and put down in a slightly altered position. Her bed looked laundered and were those crisply ironed creases on her pillow cases? The room looked better than it ever had, even after Joyce's frenzied spring cleaning jags. "Vacuuming fetish, Spike?" She turned to her desk and saw that it too had been meticulously organized and if she wasn't mistaken, dusted. She put down the plastic bag and walked toward her endangered toys. She couldn't decide which looked creepier, Spike surrounded by her benignly cheerful stuffed pals or her toys rubbing shoulders, beaks and fur with this eccentric creature of the night. A rainbow of plush fur didn't exactly compliment slightly tousled, needs some gel and a comb, pillow kissed platinum hair. Buffy scooped up her toys in armfuls and plopped them down into her empty laundry basket. "Birds always have a thing for stuffed animals. Why do you think that is Slayer?" Spike propped himself up one an elbow and draped his other hand over his bent knee. He lay there relaxed and expectant like he owned the place, simply enjoying her awkwardness. Buffy's lips began to tighten, her mind awash with the incongruity of having Spike draped seductively over her bed like some debauched potentate in really tight jeans. Okay, that line of thinking merely instigated some bejeweled slave girl belly dancing fantasies. Not helpful at all. "You better not have corrupted my stuffed animals." There was anger in her impulsive statement. It was a ridiculous thing to say, even Buffy could admit that, but it was out of her mouth before she could stop it. "What?!" Spike chuckled, "we had a grand old time. A little telly, a little cuddle and then the fur really started flying. I'll tell you Slayer, I never knew bits o' fluff could be so bloody insatiable." He tilted his head and pursed his lips. She didn't get the joke. "If you don't want to die Spike, surrender the pig." She held out her hand as the color rose in her cheeks. He handed over Mr. Gordo. "And the chicken." Spike sighed and handed her a tiny stuffed yellow chick in an enormous cowboy hat. "It was a lark, pet." Spike explained dryly. "Trying for a smile is all. Nothing untoward happened." Why the hell was he defending the reputation of fun fur? "It better not have." She still looked cross; peaked with petulance. Spike hardened and shifted in order to find a modicum of relief. It was the pout; that bloody pout did it every time. "Well, actually, I can't vouch for their behavior while I was snooping in other parts of the house." Buffy let out a sigh. He probably took a detailed inventory of all her stuff. "Of course you snooped, you're evil." Buffy tossed her furry friends in with their plush posse and moved back to the doorway. She folded her arms across her chest. A little distance couldn't hurt. "One hundred per cent." He said the words with venomous pride in case she had any doubt. "And you probably sniffed your way through my underwear drawer too." Her voice betrayed no emotion. He nodded at the satisfying memory. "Point of fact, pet, I'm wearing your watermelon thong as we speak." He couldn't hold his smirk as her eyes flew to his crotch. "You are not!" Buffy's voice burst with panic. Spike laughed heartily at her reaction. He quirked his mouth back into a teasing bow and swung his legs over the edge of her bed. "You're more than welcome to find out, Slayer." That time his tongue tickled his top lip while his palm drifted back and forth low on his abdomen. "No thanks, I think I can control myself." A blank facial expression revealed nothing. Her body however had a mind of its own, a mind that resided well south of her cerebellum. "We'll see about that." Spike stood and slowly walked toward Buffy. She stood defiant in her doorway, a scowl etched on her face. "Couldn't save your lamp." His voice softened. Buffy remembered it smashed to the floor during some vigorous and athletic dresser top antics. Spike came to a stand still in front of her and reached up to grab the door frame over her head. "I hated that lamp," she confessed. Spike casually looked down at the plastic bag slouched against the edge of the door frame. "Been shopping?" His face opened with the question. "Yeah and don't ask for the change 'cause you're not getting it." She was weakening, but still defiant. "Spare change is not what I'm after," he wrinkled his nose at her. "What a surprise." She spoke with exaggerated breaths and added an eye roll for good measure. "Let's see what treats you bought, shall we?" Spike reached down and snagged the bag and peered inside. Good girl. She bought everything on his list. He reached into the bag and pulled out the baby blue kitchen spatula. "Oooh, Slayer. Go in for a little discipline now, do you?" "What?" Buffy's eyes opened widely when she thought of the cashier looking at her items and possibly putting two and two together. The spatula was supposed to be a cover, the item that said: "hey, definitely not a sex pervert here, just an everyday shopping experience...See? Spatula." Jesus. The spatula said, "spank me, I'm yours". It was a really soft rubber too, and baby blue, that had to be extra perverted. Buffy took a deep breath. "You try any of that AC-DC stuff and you'll find yourself in a world of hurt." It was another ridiculous statement. They had pummeled each other bruised and bloodied more than once and each time well beyond the limits of what even a well designed spatula could inflict. "Sorry pet, not dissuading me one bit. Vampire here, a sweet promise like that makes me think you might actually care." He raised his eyebrows at her look of perturbation. "And AC-DC is a band, Goldilocks," he informed her with a look approaching pity. "What you're stumbling for is dominance and submission." She could have sworn she heard the beginnings of a snarl in his throat. He had some nerve. "I--" The gaping maw of a pissed off slayer was suddenly engulfed in a kiss. That was enough talk for both of them. It's a good thing Spike had some insight into unreasonable females. Buffy could have stood her ground arguing for hours. She was one tenacious bint. Where were those scarves again? Buffy roused quickly from the kiss. "I have to, um, pee." Spike didn't release her yet. "You have a big lunch today?" "I had lunch, yeah." "Good." Spike took the enema kit out of the bag and handed it to her. "Use this now and no more food tonight." "Hey, I have left over pizza in the fridge." It wasn't five star fare by any means but reheated congealed mozzarella just spoke to her in a most satisfying manner. She didn't seem to catch the purpose of his instructions. "Slayer, you have a living, working digestive system. This little package will be helpful for what I have in mind." Buffy swallowed heavily and turned to the instruction panel on the box for a quick read through. The corners of her mouth lowered with each passing sentence. Suddenly his voice was in her ear. "I could help you out with that if you'd--" "NO!" she refused as a matter of reflex. "And EW!" Buffy's forehead wrinkled in thought. It was adorable. Her hesitancy aroused him more because his nose sniffed the truth. The slayer was anxious but curious. A saucy little kitten nosing about in the yarn basket. "This better be worth it," she groused sourly. Spike's hands circled her waist again and gripped her muscular bottom firmly. "Oh, it'll be worth it." His voice dripped on her like honey. Buffy dropped the small box and attacked his mouth. When the kiss subsided, Spike picked up the box and handed it to her once more. All this prep work seemed a bit extreme to Buffy and if she was honest, a little gross. There better be some impressive orgasms to go along with this little maneuver she was about to undergo because foregoing pizza was a huge sacrifice. Well, she'd microwave a slice later on regardless of Spike's dictates. It wasn't like he was the boss of her or anything. She was her own boss, not him. He just showed up out of the blue and reduced her to a puddle with his evil tongue and its acrobatic resolve. Spike's tongue alone had improved Buffy's opinion of him a good thirty percent. With his head between her thighs and his tongue enthusiastically engaged, his incarnation as an evil creature bent on evil deeds seemed very far away. She could admit to herself that his other parts weren't so bad either. Periodically during her day at school Buffy's mind wandered back and forth over a perplexing question: whether or not it was theoretically possible to fuck the evil out of a demon, Spike specifically. She thought it was an idea worth putting to the test using the basic guidelines of the scientific method: questioning, forming a hypothesis, conducting the experiment, and observing the results. She may have not paid much attention in chemistry class earlier in the day, but she had previously. Lab work was something she excelled in. Besides, it was research, pure and simple. Giles would be proud. Okay, no he wouldn't. Giles would be shocked and appalled and give her that breathy choked chicken look while he loaded the crossbow and started quoting Shakespeare. What the hell did Giles know anyway? He was a mastodon among frolicking bunnies. What did a mastodon know about sex anyway? They were big with the extinction, therefore not much groiny goodness there. It wasn't the best analogy perhaps, but Buffy was pleased with it. Giles was so beyond help in that department. When was the last time he dated, let alone felt all squiggly and pervy? Buffy shook that disturbing image from her mind. Pervy Giles was an absolute incongruity. See what fucking your enemy does to you Buffy? With a goofy, glassy eyed grin Buffy scooted into the bathroom and shut the door. She was ready to start collecting some empirical evidence. tbc... A/N 1: Spike's other...um...appetites also figure in this story, which takes place over a short time span (less than 48 hours). There's more nasty, adult naughtiness to come. What do you think, is it too much? A/N 2: Some lovely reader has nominated "No Vacancy" at the Vampire Kisses Awards. I say *squee* and thank you. :)