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Disclaimer: Buffy the
Vampire Slayer = not mine. Suing would be mean and make me cry. Please
don�t do it.
Rating: NC-17 (Yes,
I wrote smut. Aren�t you shocked?)
Summary: At Sunnydale High School, two things
are indisputable: Buffy and Angel are the perfect
couple and Buffy and Spike will always be enemies. But when one rule breaks,
Buffy decides to break the other one, too, in a desperate bid to recapture
Angel�s heart. However, Spike soon forms a plan of his own, and Buffy begins to
realize maybe nothing was ever how she thought it was.
Author's
Note:
This isn�t a parody exactly, but it�s not completely to be taken seriously
either. I�m playing with the conventions of the �teen� genre here, and much of
this is meant to be very tongue-in-cheek. So if something seems very contrived
or �done before,� it�s probably intentional. (And no, that�s not just an excuse
to be a lazy author. Really� *wink*)
However,
just because this is mainly a fun, comedic sort of fic,
it doesn�t mean it will be all fluffy happiness all the time. There is
conflict. Sometimes, the characters will be sad. Such is life. If you can�t
deal with that, don�t come crying to me about it. I�ll write what I want to
write, and that�s that.

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It
was supposed to be a magical night. She�d had it all planned out in her mind, how
it was going to be beautiful, and how afterwards he�d hold her and tell her he
loved her.
And
then, they were going to live happily ever after.
Instead
she felt belittled, dirty, and humiliated.
And
she didn�t know what had happened to her underwear.
She
squirmed uncomfortably on her front porch, knowing she should go inside but too
terrified to face her mother. Would she be able to tell from just a look what
Buffy had been doing when she�d claimed to have been at the library studying?
Did
moms have some sort of alarm for that?
�Oi, Summers, why so glum? Break a nail?�
Oh
god�
Buffy groaned internally, and silently asked God what she�d done to deserve this.
This was the worst day of her life, and now she had to deal with him?
She
forced a smile as she looked up at her neighbor, the aptly named Spike Pratt.
Well, at least the �Pratt� part. Or maybe the �Spike,� too, if
the giggles around the school were to be believed. She chose not to go
down that mental road.
�Go
away, Spike. I�m not in the mood for you today.� She turned her head, sticking
her nose in the air.
�Aww, what�s the matter, princess? Did you have a lovers�
quarrel with your big hunk of forehead?� Spike sneered.
Buffy
wasn�t going to cry. She wasn�t. Not in front of him.
She
burst into tears.
�Oh,
bollocks,� Spike muttered under his breath, watching Buffy for a moment. He�d
known the girl since he and his uncle had moved in next door, and never once
had he seen her in tears. Angry, haughty, incredibly bitchy,
sure. But never crying.
Spike
had always taken great pleasure in tormenting her. It was so easy, and she
always gave back as good as she got. But he�d never made her cry�
He
sighed and sat beside her, one silver-ringed hand reaching out to pat her back
before he pulled it away and decided he didn�t want to go that far. �Sorry,
Summers. I didn�t realize I was hitting the mark there.�
�Just
go away, Spike. I so don�t need you mocking me.�
�I�m
not gonna mock you.�
�You
always mock me.�
�Then
I�m calling a temporary cease fire. Even I�m not enough of a bastard to poke
fun at someone who�s just had her heart broken.�
Buffy
turned towards him and wiped her eyes. Spike knew about getting your heart
broken? Spike had a heart?
�Whatever
it is, ducks, it�ll turn out all right. You�re one of those perfect, smiley
couples. You�ll be snogging in the cafeteria come
Monday.�
�I�m
bad in bed.�
Spike
coughed, her blurted declaration taking him completely and totally by surprise.
He�d expected something like she�d spilled her soda pop on his letter jacket.
Not�that. �You�you are?� he asked, having no idea what else to say.
�Yeah,�
Buffy said, sniffling. She didn�t know why she was telling him this. It was
humiliating and she was revealing it to her mortal enemy.
�I
don�t see how that could be possible, hot lil� thing
like you.�
Buffy
turned towards him her eyes wide. �Huh?�
�Oh,
come on, Summers. You�ve gotta
know you�re hot.�
�But
you� You, y�know, hate me...�
�Well,
of course. I loathe you. But I�m not blind.�
Buffy
blushed and turned away from him. This was not how things were supposed to go
with Spike. They snarked, they hated, they yelled at
each other from across the lawn.
They
didn�t do�well, whatever they were doing now.
Although
when she was being honest with herself, Spike wasn�t too bad to look at either.
Sure, he had that whole stupid punk thing going on and his hair was a major
disaster, but he did have pretty eyes. And nice cheekbones.
And she�d seen him shirtless before, so she knew he must work out or something.
Suddenly,
she was getting an idea. An insane, mindless idea born of
desperation. An idea she should just kick out of her brain now before
she ever, ever spoke it out loud.
�Teach
me how to have sex.�
Spike
had to grab the step to keep from falling forward onto the lawn. �What?�
Buffy
knew if she had any sense at all, she would�ve run into her house and hidden
away for days. But she was desperate, and right now, she wasn�t seeing any
other way. Angel didn�t want her because she wasn�t good in bed. So if she was
good in bed, then he�d want her again. And how else could she get good in bed
if someone didn�t teach her?
�Teach
me how to have sex,� she said, more confident this time. �I mean, I know you
know how. I�ve heard, like, all the other cheerleaders talk about it.�
Spike
smirked. �Yeah? What did they say?�
Buffy
rolled her eyes. �Ugh. I�m not telling you.�
�But
you�ll ask me to fuck you.�
Buffy
held out her hand. �Whoa. I didn�t say that. I asked you to teach me how to have
sex.�
�And
wouldn�t that entail��
�No!�
Buffy said, cutting him off. �We�ll�we�ll do it with our clothes on.�
Spike
had always thought Buffy was a little�off. But he�d never realized she was
quite this insane. �You want me to have sex with you with my clothes
on?�
�No
actual sex,� Buffy said. �Just�y�know�show
me what to do.�
Spike
looked around the yard. �Is this a joke? Are you filming me for some sort of
humiliation later?�
�Believe
me, no. I�d be way more humiliated than you.�
�Then
you�re serious.�
�Completely.�
�I�
No way,� Spike said, shaking his head. This wasn�t a good idea. As a matter of
fact, this was probably the mother of all bad ideas. As hot as Buffy Summers
was, he didn�t want to fake shag her. Especially so she could please that
wanker she was all moony-eyed over.
�Spike,
please. I wouldn�t be asking you this if I didn�t really, really need your
help. I love him. I can�t lose him because of this, okay?�
Spike
wanted to tell her Angel was a worthless git who wasn�t
even good enough for her anyway, and that if he didn�t know how to make her
wild in bed, then he was the one who needed some sex pointers.
He
ran his hand through his pale white hair, ruffling the spikes. �So�uh�you wanna do this now?�
�What?! No! I�ll� I�m
free tomorrow.�
This
was the part where he told her her plan was crazy and
walked away before they both did something they�d regret. She was just upset
after what happened with the gigantic wanker, and she wasn�t thinking clearly.
�It�s
Sunday, so I�ll be up around two. My uncle�s out of town again, so you can just
come by. We�ll have privacy.�
�Okay.� Buffy blushed
a little. �Thanks. I�I know we don�t really get along, so, well�I appreciate
you doing this.�
�Yeah, well, I�yeah.�
Buffy looked down. �So� This is a little
awkward now.�
�Yeah, I�� Spike stood up. �I�m gonna go.�
�Right. I�ll, you know, see you tomorrow.�
Buffy watched Spike jog back over to his
house and wondered what the hell she had just done. She hated Spike.
She�d hated him since the moment he�d first swaggered out of that house and
sneered at her. What sort of fifteen year old sneered anyway?
And he hadn�t changed a bit either. Three
years later and he was still as much of an asshole as he�d been when he�d first
moved to the States with his uncle. He had horrible, horrible fashion sense, no
filter on his mouth, and was a total man-slut.
Which made him the perfect
person to help her carry out this crazy scheme.
She didn�t want to do it. She
couldn�t stand the guy, and the idea of touching him � even controlled touching
� was so not something she wanted to do.
�It�s for Angel,� she told herself. �You
have to do this so Angel will be happy.�
Because if she looked at
it like that, it made complete sense.
Not sure if she felt better or worse, Buffy
went back into her house.

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What exactly did one wear to have
fake sex?
Buffy stared at her closet, at a complete
loss when it came to the answer to that question. If she wore something too
sexy, then it would be too much like an actual date and not a, well, study
date. But if she wore something too frumpy, then Spike might tell her he�d
changed his mind.
She finally decided on jeans and a cute top
with a bit of a scoop neck but nothing too revealing. She checked herself out
in the mirror, deciding the outfit would do.
Buffy called out a good-bye to her mom
before jogging outside and over to Spike�s house, immediately knocking on the
backdoor. She wasn�t going to give herself time to chicken out.
�You�re doing this for Angel,� she reminded
herself for what had to be the thousandth time since she�d come up with this
plan. �You love him too much to leave him disappointed.� She�d just have to
keep herself focused completely on Angel.
The door opened, and she saw Spike, leaning
against the jamb. His hair was a mess, his shirt was off, and his worn, black
jeans were slung low on his hips.
��Lo, pet. Ready to learn
how to please a man?�
He ran his tongue over his teeth and smirked
at her, and Buffy�s eyes grew impossibly large.
�Pleaseputashirtonnow!�
Spike cocked an eyebrow. �Mind
repeating that in English, luv?�
Buffy took a deep breath and got a handle on
herself. This was Spike. Icky, nasty Spike. Who she was going to have fake sex with. Right.
�Put a shirt on. I�m not even going to be able
to fake being into it if I have to look at your pale self.�
Spike decided to give in, but only because
he had already seen her reaction. He�d put his shirt on � and he knew damn good and well she�d be taking it back off of him. �Yeah, all right. Come on up to my room and I�ll put one on
before we get started.�
�Your room?� Buffy asked, her voice squeaking. �We�re going to
your room?�
�Well, yeah. I think kitchen sex is a more
advanced lesson, luv.�
�Kitchen�� Buffy shook her head. She had to
stop doing�whatever it was she was doing. It was time to be all business.
�Fine, we�ll go to your bedroom. But stop calling me �luv.� I don�t like it.�
Spike bit back a smirk. Sure she didn�t�
�Whatever you say, Summers. This
way.�
Buffy followed Spike further into the house,
realizing in the three years she�d lived next door to him, she�d never seen
past the door. He led her upstairs, into a room that, had she been told to pick
his room out of a line up, it would�ve been the one she chose.
It was a mess, his ugly punk clothes thrown
all over the floor. His bed was rumbled, a black comforter wadded up in the
middle. The walls were covered in posters for bands Buffy wouldn�t listen to if
someone paid her, and several haphazard stacks of CD�s were in front of
his stereo.
�Okay, I am so not getting on that
bed. It looks�icky.�
�Don�t worry, Summers.
I�ve washed the sheets since the last time I had a bird in here.�
�Oh, gee. Now I feel all better.�
Spike picked up a black t-shirt that was
draped over his television and slipped it on. �Look, are we doing this or not?
I have better things I could be doing than taking pity on almost-virgins.�
Buffy glared at him, her nostrils flaring,
and Spike had to contain his smirk. He loved it when she got all angry� �Oh,
we�re doing this,� she snapped.
He moved closer to her and smiled a slow,
dangerous smile. �Then get on the bed.�
For a moment, Buffy hesitated. Did she
really want to do this? As much as she wanted to please Angel, this was a
pretty desperate attempt at getting her boyfriend back.
Yes, it was desperate, but she loved
Angel�
She smoothed the blanket over the bed before
she lay back on the pillows. �Okay. Let�s do this.�
�Lie back and think of England.�
Buffy turned her head. �Huh?�
Spike suppressed a smirk. �You�re stiff as a
board, Summers.�
�Well, I�m nervous,� Buffy admitted.
�Lesson the first. You can�t be nervous.�
�But how can I not be nervous! It�s�� She
lowered her voice down to a whisper. �It�s sex.�
�We�re gonna have sex?� Spike asked with a
cocked eyebrow.
�No! Not us! I just mean�y�know�when
I get Angel back�we�ll have sex.�
Spike swaggered over to the bed and sat down
at the edge, the look on his face putting butterflies in Buffy�s stomach. She
decided it was all the nerves.
�It�s all about the passion, pet. When you
want someone so bad you feel like you�ll die if you don�t have them.� He
smirked and ghosted his fingertips against her denim-covered hip.
�A�Angel and I have passion,� Buffy said,
her voice trembling.
�Yeah?� Spike crawled over her, bracing himself on his
hands. �Then why are you with me?�
Suddenly, Spike was kissing her, his tongue
pushing into her mouth before Buffy even had a chance to realize what was
happening. He thrust his hips into hers, grinding against her,
and Buffy�s eyes grew wide.
Spike hadn�t really known what he was going
to do when Buffy came over today. He�d been deciding how to handle this right
up to the moment he�d had her in his bedroom. Then, he�d made up his decision.
He was gonna go for it�
He didn�t like the chit. Could
barely stand her, really. But she was a hot little number, and if that poofter Angel couldn�t appreciate her in bed, well, Spike
decided he wasn�t going to pass up the chance.
�Kiss me back, pet. Don�t just lie there.
C�mon, show me what you got.�
Don�t just lie there� That had been exactly what Angel had accused her of,
and the reminder of it made Buffy angry. Spike didn�t think she could show
passion either, huh? She�d show him�
She grabbed the back of his head, tangling
her fingers in his bleached hair as she pushed him harder against her mouth.
Her legs went around his hips, and she ground against him, giving him a taste
of what this would be if it were more than a �lesson.�
Spike nipped at her bottom lip, forgetting
where he was and what he was doing. All he knew was he had a goddess writhing
beneath him and his cock was rock hard in his jeans.
Buffy broke away from his mouth and moaned, loudly,
and added a hip shimmy to her thrust.
Spike didn�t realize what was happening
until he was coming in his pants.
He pulled away and looked down at her, shock
on his face. Buffy stared at him, her eyes huge, before her mouth set in a
line.
He waited for her response; he got it when
she slapped him.
Spike jumped off the bed. �What the hell was
that for?�
�You�you� Ew,
Spike!�
�You were grindin�
against me!� Spike yelled. �I�m sorry, but I�ve got a penis � you wriggle that
hot lil� body of yours against it, it�s gonna go
off.�
She was breathing heavily, disheveled, and
Spike decided that was totally worth getting slapped in the face and having a
mess in his pants. She�d been into that, too�
He stuck his thumbs into his belt loops and
grinned smugly at her. �Well, I�d say you passed your first lesson, pet. You�ve
mastered the missionary position.�
Buffy gasped, outrage and shock on her face
before she fled the room.
�You asked me to do it!� Spike yelled after
her, but he only heard the door slam in response.
�Bloody bitch,� Spike grumbled, though he
couldn�t bring himself to be overly angry at her. He�d had one hell of an
orgasm.
Without even taking off
his pants. Damn�
So maybe irritating chit extraordinaire
Buffy Summers was good for something anyway. If she�d made him feel that way
just wiggling around beneath him, then how would it be if they were actually
having sex?
Oh, he wanted to know. He had to know.
He was going to know.
A grin spread across Spike�s face. She�d run
off now, but she�d be back. And when she was�
He was going to seduce her.

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