At the Movies

The crypt door flew open and banged against the wall. Spike glanced up from painting his nails and drawled, "Still haven't learned how to knock, eh, Slayer?"

"Shut up, Spike," Buffy snapped. "I need your help so come on."

Spike snorted and continued drawing the tiny brush full of black polish over his nails. "Sure. With a invitation as sweet as that, how could I resist."

"Listen, Spike," she hissed, "I don't have time to play games with you tonight. Xander's missing, and I need you to help me track him down."

Spike barked a laugh. "Poor widdle Xander's misplaced himself and I care about that why?"

Buffy's fist shot out and popped the irritating vampire square on the nose.

"Ow! Bloody hell, Slayer, will you quit hitting me on my nose?!"

"Then shut up and come with me. Anya's having a fit and I won't get a moment's peace until I find him, which means you won't get a moment's peace until I find him."

Spike just glared at her and then asked, "So how much you gonna pay me to be your flippin' bloodhound?"

"Twenty dollars."

"Forty."

"Twenty."

"Thirty-five."

"Twenty"

"Thirty, or I don't leave this crypt."

Growling in irritation, Buffy threw the money at him.

"Fine, thirty. Now can we go?"

They searched all over Sunnydale, but Spike was unable to find Xander's scent in any of his usual hangouts. He hadn't been at the Bronze, or the bowling alley, or the video store, or the comic book store. He hadn't gone to the Espresso Pump or the Krispy Kreme shop. They had been walking about for more than two hours and Buffy's feet were beginning to ache in her stylish, yet affordable boots.

"Too bad, Slayer," Spike smirked. "Looks like your boy got ate up."

That remark earned him another punch in the nose.

"Ow! Christ, Slayer, I was just joking."

"Well keep you jokes to yourself, you freak. That wasn't funny."

Spike scowled at the bane of his existence wishing there was some way he could get back at her. A glance down the alley they were passing gave him an idea.

"Hold up, Slayer," he said stopping in his tracks. "There's one place we haven't looked yet."

"Where?

"Down here," he said. "There's a movie house. He may be there watching a nice little movie."

"A movie house? I didn't know there were any theaters around here."

"Yeah, well it's a special theater," Spike told her casually as he led the way. "An art house I guess you'd call it."

"An art house? You mean one that shows foreign films? Xander wouldn't go to a foreign film unless it starred Godzilla."

At that point they reached the front of the theater. The movie posters left no doubts as to what kind of films where shown in this "art house". The first poster proclaimed that "Star Whores" was playing along with an animated film featuring a duck wearing a little sailor suit and sporting a huge penis. The duck was blasphemously named "Ronald Suck".

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Buffy exclaimed in disgust. "There is no way Xander is in there."

"You sure about that, Slayer? He's not much of one I admit, but he is a man."

"Look, Spike, if Xander wanted to see a dirty movie he could just rent one and take it home. I'm sure Anya wouldn't object." This last was added with a slight shudder.

Spike smirked and said, "Well maybe he wanted to be by himself without demon girl crawling all over him. You know sometimes a bloke likes a little alone time so he can get in touch with himself, if you get my meaning."

Buffy grimaced in distaste, "I get your meaning. You're a pig, Spike."

Spike just shrugged. He was having one hell of a time not laughing out loud. The expressions on her face since they'd arrived at the dirty movie house were priceless. She really was a prude. He wondered just how far he could push it before she brought out the stake.

"Well, come on, Slayer. Not going to find out if he's in there by standing around out here."

"I'm not going in there!" Buffy exclaimed, wigged out by the whole idea.

"Fine then. Give me money for a ticket, and I'll go in and check. Won't even bother the boy if he's having a good wank. Just check it out and come back here to report."

"Oh I'm sure," Buffy said sarcastically. "You'll just go in there and look around for Xander and come right back out. You won't sit down and watch that trash yourself. Sure you won't."

Tilting his head slightly Spike said innocently, "Well then if you don't trust me, guess you'll have to come with me."

Buffy drew in breath to tell him 'no' again when he continued, "'Course you're probably too scared to go into a place showing art films. I understand. Too afraid of what you might see on the screen and figure out what you're missing with Captain Cardboard."

Buffy flashed an angry glare at him and said hotly, "Oh, please! Art? It's porn, Spike, not art. And I'm not afraid of what I'll see because if I were to go in there, I certainly wouldn't be looking at anything on the screen. And if you talk about Riley and me one more time, you're dust."

"So we going to go look for the boy or not? I think I've caught a whiff of his scent, you know."

"You're lying."

"Maybe. But you'll never know unless you go with me into that theater."

Buffy hesitated, torn between wanting to find her missing friend and leaving no stone unturned in the search and wanting to run away from this place and this vampire as fast as she could. Finally she drew in a deep breath and said, "Fine, we'll go in and search for Xander. But I'm warning you now, Spike. Keep your eyes off the screen. Look for Xander only. Got it?"

"Sure, Slayer. This is strictly business."

Spike couldn't believe it; she was actually going in. He wanted to crow in triumph. Just wait until little Miss Prissy got a eyeful of what went on in this place. Spike was filing each and every memory away in a special part of his brain so that he could take them out and replay them whenever he got bored.

He followed Buffy as she stormed up to the ticket booth and paid for two tickets. A chuckle nearly escaped him as he watched her face darken into a deep blush when the scuzzy old ticket seller gave her a slow, lecherous perusal. Stiffening her back, she walked determinedly to the theater door and then halted. Spike stood behind her for a few seconds and then said, "You gonna open the door, Summers?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. I'm not touching that door. God knows what's crawling on it."

Now Spike did chuckle as he reached around her and pulled the door open, "Then allow me," he grinned.

Buffy flashed him her dirtiest look and walked through the door. Inside there was a snack bar selling popcorn, candy, and sodas just as in a regular theater.

"Want some popcorn, Slayer?" Spike asked ingenuously.

His answer was another glare as Buffy marched forward out of the lobby. Once inside the theater proper Buffy had to stop to allow her eyes to adjust to the gloom.

She felt Spike stop next to her and whispered, "Do you see him?"

"Not yet. My eyes need to adjust a bit too, you know."

"Well hurry up and adjust so we can get out of here," Buffy snapped. She kept her eyes firmly on the floor, not daring to lift them any higher than knee level. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to block out the sounds as easily. Grunts and moans and squeaks blared from the speakers. The dialogue, what there was of it, was trite and seemed to consist of a woman begging "Captain Hung Sobig" to give it to her.

Spike had been tugging her around the back of the theater and as soon as he got her into the darkest, most isolated corner he whispered, "Isn't that him there, Slayer?"

In response to Spike's question Buffy lifted her eyes. She stopped, mesmerized. On the screen were two people engaged in sex, as she already surmised. But she had never seen two people actually having sex before and she found herself unable to tear her eyes away as she watched Captain Sobig ram a rather impressive cock into Princess Laime.

Spike had been watching for just this moment, and he grinned as he saw that 1) she couldn't take her eyes from the couple on the screen, and 2) she was starting to breathe heavily.

Moving silently, Spike got behind Buffy and then said softly in her ear, "Well, Slayer, is that him?"

"Huh?" she asked dazedly.

"Is that your boy?"

Reaching up, he gently turned her head in the direction of a seated couple making out hot and heavy. Buffy watched wide-eyed as the girl's head disappeared from view. When the guy, who had a superficial resemblance to Xander, threw his head back, there was no doubt what was happening.

"No," Buffy panted. "That's not Xander."

"Oh, thought it was."

Buffy's attention returned to the screen where Princess Laime was also going down on Captain Sobig. Buffy watched as the Princess' mouth glided up and down over Sobig's so very big cock. When Spike moved even closer up against her, she gasped a bit to feel his own erection pressed against her ass.

Slipping an arm around her, he whispered, "Maybe we should leave now, Slayer. I don't think the boy's here."

"Uh huh," she agreed weakly, but made no effort to step away.

Spike smelled the heady scent of her arousal and decided to see just how far he could take this. His arm was still around her and he began to move his hand sensuously up and down her stomach, each time moving closer and closer to her breasts. She began to breathe even harder and when Spike flicked a thumb over one erect nipple, she gasped and jerked back against him.

"Easy, sweetheart, I've got you," he whispered in her ear. One hand kneaded a breast while the other moved down over her jeans to press against the juncture between her thighs. Buffy's head fell back against his shoulder as she thrust out her hips in response to his caress. When his lips slid over the sensitive skin on her neck, she shuddered and moaned slightly.

"Shhh, Slayer. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves, do we?" Spike cautioned. The chances of this were fairly slim however as the few patrons in the theater were too engrossed in watching Princess Laime take it doggy-style from the Chewbacca clone while she continued to suck off Hung Sobig.

Buffy didn't know what was happening. Why was she allowing Spike to touch her like this, and why did she want him to touch her even more? She knew she should pull away, punch him, stake him, something, but she was lost in a fog of lust such as she had never felt before. Spike lowered his hand from her breast and slipped it under her top. Moving it back up, he pushed her bra out of the way and then began to squeeze and pinch at her nipples. At the same time he began to rub his hard-on rhythmically against her ass while pressing his hand into her crotch. His lips and tongue and teeth continued to play across her neck and up to her ear sending shivers down her back. Buffy was so wet she thought that it would soon leak through the thick cotton of her jeans. When Spike finally unbuttoned her jeans and slipped inside, she nearly wept in relief.

Covering her sex with his hand, he carefully eased one finger in, gently entering her passage, moving in and out slowly, reveling in the tiny whimpers escaping from Buffy's lips. Pulling the finger out he slid it up until he found her clit and tenderly massaged the tiny bundle of nerves. Buffy's knees nearly gave way and he quickly lowered his hand from her breasts to grasp her firmly around the waist and hold her steady. Sliding back down to her tight wet opening, he slipped two fingers in and then three. His thumb glided over her clit as he finger-fucked her, keeping his pace unhurried and even. Feeling around, moving with care and expertise, he found her g-spot and stroked there, aware that Buffy was coming close to her release. Increasing the pace of his thrusts, he rubbed a little harder against her clit and when he felt the tremors begin, he moved his free hand to her mouth just in time to muffle her cry of pleasure.

Holding her tightly up against his body, he continued to caress her gently, soothing her until the quakes from her climax stopped. Pulling his hand out of her jeans, he quickly refastened them and then stepped back away from the Slayer.

He had a feeling that what he had just done would more than likely earn him a quick dusting, but he didn't regret it. He'd been dreaming of making the Slayer come for months, and now here he stood with her juices practically dripping from his fingers. He was surprised to realize his dreams had sadly underestimated the pleasure he would get from giving her pleasure.

Unfortunately she was probably not going to admit that he'd just given her pleasure.

Buffy stood there for a few moments allowing her muscles to return to her control. Then without looking at Spike or anything else she walked out of the theater. Spike followed at a safe distance until they were on the street again where Buffy stopped and turned to him.

"I'm going home now. If you ever tell anyone what happened in there, I'll kill you. Do you understand?"

Spike cocked his head to one side, opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it, and simply nodded.

Buffy turned and walked away, leaving a bemused vampire behind. She hadn't staked him.

Well, well, well.

Lifting his hand to his nose he breathed in the scent of the Slayer's musk. She hadn't staked him. She hadn't told him to stay away from her. She'd only told him to keep quiet about what had happened in the theater.

Spike, he told himself as he headed for his crypt, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

***

He entered her slowly, taking his time, filling her completely. Once he was fully inside he paused, allowing her time to adjust to him, kissing her, murmuring sweet love words into her ear. When he began to move it was so good that she thought she would die from the pleasure. His strokes were long and slow, hitting all the right places and just as she thought she would go insane from need, he began to thrust harder, faster, pounding into her until at last she screamed out her release.

Buffy awakened gasping for air, her body shuddering, her heart pounding. She had had three dreams that night and awakened crying out from three earth-shattering orgasms.

The first dream had been a replay of what had happened in the theater, with Spike's hands and mouth caressing, teasing and then bringing her to climax...the strongest climax she had ever had. A shiver ran along Buffy's body just from the memory.

The second dream had consisted of Spike's soft, sweet mouth doing pretty much anything it wanted to her. And in her dream, when she opened her thighs, and he lowered his head...oh god, it had been unbearably good.

This third dream... Another spasm racked Buffy's body as she remembered how her demon dream lover had felt inside her and the pleasure he had given her. In Buffy's dream they had fitted together perfectly as if two halves long separated had finally been rejoined.

She had to stop thinking about it. She had to push what had happened out of her mind. She really should just go to Spike's crypt and dust him. He was evil, so it was her duty to dust him. That would put him out of her mind, out of her dreams.

The problem with that solution was she just couldn't convince herself that she wouldn't regret that action the very second she did it. The thought of Spike no longer being in her life had somehow become unthinkable.

Fuck.

Why was that damned soulless, evil demon the one who had given her such complete fulfillment and done it with such gentleness and care?

Fuck!

Throwing back the covers, Buffy got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, aware of the sticky wetness between her legs even while determined to push all thoughts of Spike out of her brain.

Now what was on the agenda for today?

Xander!

Oh god, she had forgotten all about Xander!

Racing down the stairs, she ran to the telephone to call Anya when she saw the blinking message light. Pushing the button she heard, "Buffy, it's Anya. Xander's home now and he's all right. Seems he went to a friend's house after work, a friend I don't even know by the way, and played video games and drank beer until midnight. He said he left a message for me, but I didn't get any message although he swears he left in on the machine."

At that point, Buffy heard Anya begin to giggle and Xander's coaxing voice saying "Come on, Ahn, I'm ready again."

"Okay, I have to go now, Buffy. Xander wants to have more sex. Thanks for looking for him."

Buffy closed her eyes and banged her head slowly against the wall. He hadn't been missing, he hadn't been in danger, he'd been out playing video games and drinking beer.

And Buffy, in her unnecessary search for him, had ended up getting the best orgasm of her life from a vampire.

And now she was having sex dreams about said vampire.

Fuck!

Buffy felt her body respond once again as the memories of what had happened the night before played through her mind. An aching need pulsed between her legs. Her nipples hardened just from the thought of his hands on her. She shivered just from the memory of his mouth so soft and teasing against her neck, his breath in her ear.

Determined to stop thinking about Spike, and sex, and especially sex with Spike, Buffy climbed back up the stairs to take a very long, very cold shower.

The End