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Title: In the Harsh Light of Beer
Summary: Tainted Beer makes both Buffy and
Spike step out of denial and brings to light the feelings they have suppressed
since the first time they met at the Bronze. Takes place in season 4 but
quickly goes AU around In the Harsh Light of Day.
Pairings: Buffy/Spike
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all
characters are the property of Joss Whedon and co. I
own nothing but I wish Spike was MINE.
Authors Note: Sorry for the delay in updates, last
semester got a little insane with the amount of papers and tests due. I
want to thank no_promises who beta'd
this chapter. Let me know what you think!!!�
The more you review the faster I write after all reviews feed the
muse!!!
In
the Harsh Light of Beer Chapter 3

"Spike!
Drusilla is a cheating, ungrateful, crazy, bitch. Get over it! God you would
think a soulless demon would move on without a problem, not be some pussy
whipped cry baby!" Buffy yelled at him.

�� One second he was pacing in
front of her, the next he was shoving her up against the house again. His eyes
flicked back and forth between blue and gold. She tried to ignore the feel of
his hard, lean body pinning her to the building and attempted to clear the
images of the many times he had taken her against a wall just like this in her
dreams, from her mind. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath to calm
himself. His eyes widened then became half lidded in lust as he recognized the
tantalizing smell of her arousal. He lunged forward growling deep on his chest
and violently claimed her mouth with his. She was shocked at his reaction and
waited for the expected feelings of disgust to take over as he kissed her. It
never came. Instead something inside began to surface, eager to claim what was
hers. Buffy wound her fingers through his hair and pulled forcing him to look
at her.

�� Eyes wide in surprise Spike
raised his hand and caressed her altered features. "My Golden
Goddess." He whispered as his finger tips ghosted over gold tinged skin.
Growling she yanked his head to the side and plunged her fangs into his throat
obliterating the mark of his sire he moaned as she slowly drank from him. She
smirked when she felt his face shift against her neck as his demon took over.
She gasped in pleasure when he sank his fangs into her neck. He gently shook
his head destroying any marks that marred her skin. As they drank and their
pleasure grew both were unaware of the binding patterns of growls they emitted
into the night air.

*****

�� Giles closed the book he had
been reading. With a sigh. His dining table was covered in piles of discarded
books, dirty dishes, and empty donut boxes with no useful information to show
for the mess.

"Anything?" He asked his companions as he pinched the bridge of his
nose.

"G-man it�s almost lunch and we haven't found anything about Slayers with
fangs. Are you sure she said fangs?" Xander
asked ignoring the annoyed look Giles was sending his way due to the
distasteful nick name.

"Maybe she said faint, it kinda sounds the
same." Willow added.

"I am quite certain she said fangs but perhaps we should take a break
until she wakes."

"Oh thank god! This research is really starting to cut into my orga-" Anya was interrupted by a growl coming from the
direction of the unconscious Slayer.
�� Willow, who was researching at the
coffee table, gasped when she looked up at her friends.
"Ummm, Giles not so much with the disbelieviness."�

"Dear lord" Giles exclaimed as he looked down at his sleeping charge.
He wasn't too surprised to find delicate little fangs that were clearly visible
as she continued to growl. However he was shocked to
see what was usually Californian, sun kissed, tan skin, had a distinct golden
glimmer to it. Quickly everyone huddled around the slumbering Slayer. Anya's
face paled as she looked down at her almost friend. Her eyes glazing over as
she got lost in thought of a time long past and became unaware to conversation
going on around her.�

"Huh, interesting." The usually silent werewolf's voice brought Anya
back to the present. "I can actually understand what she's growling."

"Really?" Giles asked excitedly "Can you tell me what it
means."

�� Panicking Anya lightly elbowed
Oz, to get his attention. Startled he looked up at her, she frantically shook
her head trying to convey to him not to tell them what Buffy was saying in the
primal demon language. No one witnessed the odd exchange because their
attention was still riveted on their sleeping friend.
"Uhhh, it loses something in the translation."
"That�s
unfortunate." Giles said, his shoulders slumping slightly in
disappointment.
"Oh,
I know we should take a picture of her!" Xander
said jumping up and down in excitement, "That way the Buffster
can see how she looks with fangs."
"I
think I have a Polaroid around here somewhere." Giles quickly began to search
his apartment. As he searched the rest of the group watched the slayer who
continued to growl, each one getting louder and
louder. They all jumped when she abruptly woke. She jack knifed and released a
loud, low, long moan. Her glowing green eyes were wide in the shock of her
sudden waking. It was in that moment Giles snapped a picture of the true face
of the slayer.
*****
�� Spike woke roaring as jets of cum
erupted from his prick.
"Holy
shit!" He gasped trying to catch his unneeded breath. Cautiously he lifted
the sheet covering his lower half to inspect the mess he made. "That was
different." he stated to the empty room. Chuckling he thought of the
change that had come over the slayer, she was bloody gorgeous when her demon
took over. Idly he wondered what she would be like if she let her demon out and
got down off her damned high horse.� He
balled up his sheet and threw it to the floor. Slowly he closed his eyes and
fell back asleep with a satisfied smile on his face and thoughts of a certain
slayer on his mind.
*****
�� Buffy woke disoriented and in the
throes of the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Slowly she became aware of
her surroundings and subconsciously slipped out of her game face as she tried
to catch her breath. She eeped and her face flamed in
embarrassment when she realized her friends and father figure were staring at
her. "uhhh, Hi guys what's the what?"
�� Everyone just continued to look at
her, standing around her still and silent, like statues.
"Ahhh, why are you all staring at me?" her distraught
tone galvanized everyone into action.
"You
went all fangy, golden, and growly in your
sleep." Willow answered smiling brightly at her best friend. "Oh!
Giles took a picture!"
"It's
still developing." he handed the Polaroid over to Buffy. "How are you
feeling this morning? Less shaken I hope."
�� She gently nodded her head. "Giles not
that I'm not grateful but what did you give me last night?"
�� He ripped his glasses off and began
cleaning them, finding himself unable to meet his slayers eyes. "You
seemed to be panicking and I thought it was perhaps best for you to sleep
through it. The pills I gave you were sleeping aids."
"Oh"
Buffy looked down at her lap, uncertain how she felt about what he did. In her
hands at the now developed Polaroid. "Holy shit! Is that what I really
looked like?"
Her
exclamation broke the tension in the room and everyone relaxed.
"Quite
exquisite actually." Giles said, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly
as he finally looked at her.�
She
tentatively returned his smile. "So what have you found out?"
"Abso-fucking-lutly nothing, zippo, zilch, nada!" Xander
answered her, gesturing emphatically with his hands. Buffy looked around her
watchers apartment taking in not only the state of the room but its occupants.
Giles looked exhausted from staying up almost all night. Xander
and Willow appeared to be eager to discover what was behind her transformation.
Oz, as usual, was stoic. Finally her eyes rested on Anya. The normally vibrant
ex-vengeance demon was as white as a sheet, with a strange shadow in her eyes,
and a fake smile plastered on her face in an attempt to hide what was bothering
her. "I bet you guys worked up quite an appetite with all the
research." Buffy interrupted the light conversation going on around her.
"How about I go pick us all up some lunch, it�s the least I can do.
Besides it would give me a chance to shower and change. How's that sound?"
"Brilliant
my dear." Giles replied "I'm sure we can enjoy the break while you're
gone."
"Hey
Anya do you want to join me, you look like you could use some sun?" Buffy
asked not missing the slightly relieved look on Anya's face or the hurt one on
Willow's
"Okay"
They
quickly made their exit form Giles' loft and started to walk towards UC
Sunnydale in a companionable silence. They were just reaching the college
campus when Buffy spoke.
"So
Anya what do you know?"
Anya
cautiously looked around. "Not here, out in the open there's no way to
tell who could be listening."
Buffy
nodded "Will my dorm room be okay?"
"Yes"
They
continued to steadily walk towards Stevenson Hall in silence. Buffy stopped
dead in her tracks when she saw Parker, no call, Abrams chatting up another
girl. Anger flared but she pushed it aside, secure in the knowledge that once
she just talked to him everything would be right on track with nice, normal,
human, Parker. After all that's what Angel wanted for her, why he left, even if
it wasn�t what she truly wanted. "Hey Ahn, give
me a sec." Without waiting for a reply she plastered a smile on her face
and made her way over to Parker.
*****
Spike
sighed in contentment as he walked onto the college campus, enjoying the sun as
it warmed his normally cool flesh. Thankfully he remembered to thoroughly coat
his exposed skin with bloody sunscreen before heading out to find the Slayer.
Taking a moment to sniff the air, he quickly picked up her mouth watering scent
of vanilla and cherry blossom plus an underlying scent all her own that hinted
at the power she possessed as the slayer. His demon stirred when it recognized
the scent of what he considered his mate. Spike pushed the feeling aside and
focused on finding, fighting, and killing the infuriating bint
that plagued his dreams. The demon wailed at this thought. Spike rolled his
eyes and told it to shut it as he wondered what kind of fucked up demon would
want the slayer as his mate. He came to a stop as he set foot in the quad. He
surveyed the college students loitering there. Golden blond hair shinning in
the Californian sun quickly gave away her location. She was talking to an
Angel-shaped ponce. His blood began to boil as his
sensitive hearing clearly heard their conversation. The more he heard the more
he wanted to put Angelus' torturous ways to shame on the nancy
boy talking to HIS Slayer. Not only was his bloody demon screaming for
retribution but pillock William, who considered
Drusilla his salvation from mediocrity, was also demanding vengeance. They both
craved the blood of this git who not only dared to
tough what has HIS, but cast her aside as if she was nothing but a common cheap
whore. Murder in his eyes, Spike began to stalk towards HIS slayer and the
bloody bastard standing in front of her. His rage was so consuming that the
bench in front of him went un-noticed until he tried to walk through it and
ended up flat on his back staring up at the big, bright, blue sky. The fall
reminded him why exactly he had been out looking for the Slayer. To kill her
not defend her bloody honor. She certainly was not his, and in no way, shape or
form did he want her to be. He just wanted to make the dreams stop and find
release in a willing pussy instead of his hand. At least Spike told himself
that over and over hoping that if he thought it hard enough it would be true.
After all what kind of vampire fell in love with the fucking slayer.
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