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Chapter List
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- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from BtVS. I am not using them for personal
or monetary gain. This story was written merely for fun. "Bad
Medicine" belongs to Bon Jovi. I hope that was
clear enough. A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend.
Rating: NC-17 (This is unrepentant smut. Any
semblance of plot is merely there to facilitate said smut. If that sort of
thing bothers you, I suggest you stop reading now. If you proceed past this
warning, it's your own damn fault.)
Summary: Buffy's sick, and
only Spike has the cure. But is she in for more than she bargained for?
Timeline: Season 4, After "Doomed." Goes AU after that. I'm ignoring a lot of the season 4 stuff, like Adam and the Faith bodyswitch.
Not because I don't know it happened or something, but because I just don't
feel like dealing with any of it. It gets in the way of the smut.
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Bad Medicine

By: Addie Logan

***
*** ***
I ain't got a fever got a
permanent disease

It'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy

I got lots of money but it isn't what I need

Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison out of me

I got all the symptoms count 'em 1,2,3

First I need

That's what you get for falling in love

Then you bleed

You get a little but it's never enough

On your knees

That's what you get for falling in love

And now this boy's addicted cause your kiss is the drug

Your love is like bad medicine

Bad medicine is what I need

Shake it up, just like bad medicine

There ain't no doctor that can

Cure my disease

Bad, bad medicine

Bad, bad medicine

I don't need no needle

To be diving me a thrill

And I don't need no anesthesia

Or a nurse to bring a pill

I got a dirty down addition

It doesn't leave a track

I got a jones for your affection

Like a money on my back

There ain't no paramedic

Gonna save this heart attack

When you need

That's what you get for falling in love

Then you bleed

You get a little but it's never enough

On your knees

That's what you get for falling in love

Now I'm addicted and your kiss is the drug

Your love is like bad medicine

Bad medicine is what I need

Shake it up, just like bad medicine

So let's play doctor, baby

Cure my disease

Bad, bad medicine

Bad, bad medicine

I need a respirator cause I'm running out of breath

You're an all night generator wrapped is stockings and a dress

When you find your medicine you take what you can get

Cause if there's something better baby well they haven't found it yet

Your love is like bad medicine

Bad medicine is what I need

Shake it up, just like bad medicine

There ain't no doctor that can

Cure my disease

Your love is like bad medicine

Bad medicine is what I need

Shake it up, just like bad medicine

Your love's the potion that

Can cure my disease

Bad, bad medicine

Bad, bad medicine

***
*** ***
Buffy Summers
strolled through the cemetery searching for her next slay. She'd built up a lot
of tension recently between the near-apocalypse and her relationship with
Riley, and she was looking forward to working it off with a good old-fashioned
demon fight.
She got her wish when a large, scaly
creature jumped from the bushes, snarling. For once, Buffy disposed with the
puns, wanting to get right to the action. She launched herself at the demon,
throwing herself into the fight fully.
Suddenly, Buffy felt herself land
on her back and the demon descended on her, pinning her arms above her head.
Her mind spun as she tried to think of just how she had ended up on the loosing
side, and how she could turn the tables again.
Before she had a chance, the demon
leaned down, biting her hard. The flash of pain brought Buffy's instincts back
to full strength, and she brought her leg up, kicking him off her. Buffy pulled
herself off the ground, falling back into fighting stance. However, before she
could make another move, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness. Her arms felt
heavy, almost limp. The demon was coming towards her again, and Buffy did the
only thing she knew she could do at the moment.
She ran.

***
*** ***
"Giles, you have to help
me."
"Buffy!" Giles exclaimed
with worry as he helped her from the door over to his couch. "You look
terrible! Here, lie down and tell me what happened."
"There was this thing. And I
was fighting it. And then it bit me."
"Bit you? Was it a
vampire?" Giles asked, wondering if her weakness could be coming from a
loss of blood.
"No," Buffy said, shaking
her head slightly. "I'm not sure what it was. It was big and scaly."
Buffy groaned. "Giles�I don't feel so good. It started right after it bit
me."
Giles nodded. "I'll call the others, see if we can find anything on a scaly demon with a
toxic bite." He patted Buffy. "Don't worry, we'll figure out what it
is."
Buffy nodded, her eyes closing.
"Thank you, Giles."

***
*** ***
"Why is he even here? Did he
threaten to stake himself again?"
"No, it's Xander's mom.
Apparently the last time we left Spike alone in the basement she came down and
talked to him for an hour."
"It was more like two. Two bloody hours of hell."
"Hey, that's my mother you're
talking about�"
"Oh, like you like her�"
Buffy sat up, holding her head. The
room was full of voices and�Buffy paused. And smells.
Nice smells. Masculine smells. She
got up, languidly stretching. She walked over to the group, trying to control
the sudden rush of feelings that hit her. "Find anything?" she asked.
Giles looked up. "Buffy!
You're awake."
"Yeah. You guys were sorta loud."
"Sorry," Giles said,
glancing down. "Are you feeling any better?" He took off his glasses.
"I don't know," Buffy
said, moving closer to him. "I feel sorta funny�"
"Your cheeks seem a bit
flushed," Giles commented. "Are you running a fever?"
"I don't know," Buffy
replied. She licked her lips. "I do feel kinda hot�" She looked at
Giles, her eyes hazy and slightly unfocused. "Could you�help me with
that?"
Giles began to clean his glasses
furiously. "Buffy, what are you�"
Buffy climbed into the chair with
Giles, straddling his lap. "Have I ever told you how incredibly sexy you
are?" Buffy asked, her voice a low purr.
"Um, no," Giles replied
nervously. "And honestly, I wish you hadn't."
"Buffy, why don't you get off
Giles," Xander said as he picked Buffy up under the arms and stood her up
away from him.
Buffy spun around, pouting. Her
expression quickly changed as she looked Xander up and down, licking her lips.
She placed her hands on his chest, rubbing down. "Xander�you'll take care
of me, won't you?"
"He most certainly will
not!" Anya yelled, snatching Xander away from Buffy. "That's my man!
Get your own!"
"I only want to borrow
him!" Buffy replied. She whimpered. "Please?"
"Um, is the Slayer usually
like this, because�"
Spike stopped in mid-sentence when
Buffy turned around, looking at him with wild eyes. "Spike!"
She walked to him slowly, seductively. Spike stared at her as she moved closer, reminding himself that he really didn't need to
breathe. When she got to him she captured his earlobe with her teeth, giving it
a sharp tug before letting go and whispering, "Remember everything I
whispered in your ear when we were 'engaged?' Want me to actually do it?"
Spike gaped. For the first time in
his life�or unlife�he was at a loss for words.
"Buffy!" Willow said,
grabbing her friend. "What is wrong with you?"
Buffy whimpered. "I need a
man, Willow. Now.
I don't care who�" She whimpered.
"I believe this may be an
adverse effect of the demon's bite," Giles said, glasses and handkerchief
in hand.
"Gee, ya think?" Xander
asked.
Buffy pressed herself up against
Spike, rubbing against him intimately. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore
her scent, knowing if he did what he wanted to do at the moment,
one of her friends would stake him before he could blink. "So,
uh, any idea about how to stop this?" Spike asked weakly.
"We need to figure out what
sort of demon attacked her," Giles said. "And, um, for now, I think
we should restrain her."
"No!" Buffy said.
"Unless, maybe it's a little bondage fun�" She winked at Spike.
Spike sputtered, the images Buffy's
last comment created threatening to short-circuit his brain. "I'll hold
her if you gits can restrain her."
"Wouldn't you rather just take
me some place where we can be alone?" Buffy asked, reaching down to cup
Spike through his jeans.
"Oi!
Stop that," Spike said, moving her hand. Buffy immediately put it back.
"A little help
here�"
Giles had gotten the chains he'd
used for Spike when he'd first arrived with the chip. "Bring her over
here," he said gesturing to a chair.
Buffy whimpered as Spike picked her
up and carried her, but put up very little fight, aside from smacking his chest
a couple of times. "I think whatever weird power's working on her has made
her weak," Spike noted, helping Giles get her in the chair.
"That's probably lucky for
us," Giles replied.
Buffy's eyes were closed as they
fastened the chains around her. Suddenly, her eyes popped open, and she looked
at Spike with desperation. "Please. I know you want to, Spike�"
Spike didn't say anything. He just
turned away, going to sit on the couch away from her.
Giles stood, going back to the
others. "Research. Now."

***
*** ***
"Buffy, was this the demon by
any chance?" Willow asked, holding a book for Buffy to look at.
Buffy opened her eyes slowly,
licking at her dry lips. She stared at the picture for a moment, her eyes
unfocused. Then she nodded.
Willow looked up, smiling.
"Buffy says that's the one." Her smile quickly faded at Giles's
"oh dear." "What's wrong?" Willow asked.
"That's a Mauruk
demon. They, um, prepare the female for mating by injecting them with a
powerful aphrodisiac, administered through a bite."
"But it'll wear off,
right?" Xander asked. "I mean, if she doesn't, um, mate with this Mauruk thing, she'll just go back to being normal
Buffy?"
"I'm afraid it's not that
simple. In order to ensure that the, um, mating ritual, is performed to its
completion, the female stays this way until the male is, um, finished. If that
does not occur, she dies."
"So either Buffy has sex with
the demon that bit her or she dies?" Anya asked. "That's not very
romantic�"
"It�it doesn't have to be the Mauruk," Giles said. "It can be, um, any male.
The key is that he, um, well�"
"Ejaculates
in her?" Anya
supplied.
"Well, yes," Giles said,
blushing furiously.
"So we get the Slayer
laid," Spike said, shifting uncomfortably. Buffy's scent was becoming
almost too much for him. "Where's that wanker she's dating?"
"Oh, Buffy and Riley aren't at
that stage yet," Willow said.
"Buffy has a boyfriend?"
Giles asked.
"Don't worry, he's not a
possibly evil vampire or anything like that," Anya said. "He's just a
commando."
"One of the commandos we've
been researching?" Giles asked. Xander, Anya, Spike, and Willow all
nodded. "And no one told me this because�"
"I thought we did,"
Willow said. "We just found out ourselves�"
Giles shook her head. "It's
not of consequence right now anyways. And, um, this Riley would probably not be
the best choice anyway."
"Why
not?" Anya asked.
"Because along with preparing the woman, the Mauruk's bite also insures that the female will be
impregnated�if the man is capable of that, that is."
"So let me get this
straight," Xander said, "It's not up to Buffy either finds a man to
get her pregnant, or she dies."
"Not necessarily," Giles
replied. "If the man were, say, sterile, then Buffy would be safe from
pregnancy."
"I'm sterile," Spike said
suddenly, causing everyone to turn and look at him. "Well, dead, actually.
Couldn't put a bun in her oven even if I wanted to."
"Spike, there is no way we're
letting you touch Buffy," Xander snapped, glaring at the vampire.
"What, are you just going to
let her die then? Look at her. She doesn't have much time left."
They turned to look at Buffy. Her
head had lolled to one side, and her breathing was ragged. "Spike has a
point," Anya said. "I mean, it may not be the ideal situation, but
unless we want Buffy to die�"
"No," Giles said.
"There has to be some kind of antidote, something. I'm not letting that thing put his hands on Buffy."
"Yes, and while you're
'researching' and searching for an antidote that probably doesn't exist, she's
dying," Spike said.
"Why do you care?" Xander
asked. "You want Buffy dead anyway."
Spike frowned. Why didn't he want
her to die? "Because when she dies, I want it to be at my hand, in a real
battle�not like this." He tried to convince the others�and himself�that
that was the reason.
"Guys, as much as I hate this,
we don't have much of a choice," Willow said. "This thing is killing Buffy. Spike could very well
be our only hope."
Giles looked over at Buffy. The
flush from earlier had left her cheeks, leaving her a sickly pale. Giles knew
the Mauruk's bite worked quickly. She didn't have
much time left. "Willow's right. It is for her own
good. I just hope Buffy understands when this is all over."
"Giles, you're not actually
going to�"
Giles didn't let Xander finished.
"Spike, take her upstairs."
Spike nodded, going to unchain
Buffy from the chair. Buffy whimpered. "Shh, pet, it's okay," Spike
said softly, hoping the others couldn't hear. "I'm going to take care of
you." He carried Buffy away.
Giles stood as he heard his bedroom
door closed. "Xander, come with me. We're going to find this Mauruk, and we're going to kill it. Willow, Anya, stay here and make sure Spike doesn't try anything beyond
what he has to."
No one argued. Xander and Giles
left the house, weapons in hand.

***
*** ***
Spike carried Buffy upstairs to
Giles's room. He knew that, being evil and all, he should probably get some
sort of satisfaction out of defiling the Watcher's bed like this, but instead
all he could think was that the other man would probably burn the sheets when
all was said and done.
When he was honest with himself,
Spike could admit that he wanted Buffy, that he'd always
wanted Buffy�from that first moment he'd watched her dancing at the
Bronze. But not like this. He wanted her to want him, too. Still, he didn't
want her to die�something that disturbed him too much for him to dwell on.
He laid Buffy gently on the bed.
She let out a choked sob, her head thrashing. "It's okay, luv" Spike
cooed, quickly removing his clothes and joining her on the bed. "Spike's
gonna take care of you."
Buffy raised her hips feebly.
"Spike�please�" she rasped. She began to paw at her clothing, trying
unsuccessfully to remove them.
"Shh�just be calm and let me
do it. Let me take care of you." Spike undressed her, her scent and the
sounds she was making getting him ready quicker than he ever remembered
happening before. Buffy parted her legs immediately, whimpering softly. Spike
reached down, stroking her, her body so hot it felt scorching to his cool hand.
"No�don't tease�I need�oh god,
I need�" Buffy's voice broke off in a strangled cry.
"I've got what you need,
kitten," Spike told her, pulling one of her legs up so it draped around
her hip. He slid inside in one, swift movement, and Buffy cried out, gripping
his arms tightly. Spike froze for a moment, staring down at her. She felt
better than anything he'd ever known, and he wanted to savor the moment,
imprint it on his brain so he could remember what he'd died for if when she was
no longer under the control of the Mauruk she decided
to stake him.
"Spike, please!" Buffy
cried in desperation, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "You have
to�do you hate me this much?"
Spike immediately began to move.
"Wasn't trying to torture you, pet," he said. "Just felt too
bloody good, is all."
"Yes�good�" Buffy said,
moving her hips in time with his. Somewhere in the back of her mind a little
voice tried to remind her that sex with Spike should be something bad, but all
she could concentrate on now was the intense pleasure that filled her with
every stroke. She brought her leg up to link with the other one behind Spike's
back, pulling him closer to her. She looked up, seeing Spike craning his neck,
his eyes closed in ecstasy. The thick, corded tendons in his neck twitched
under the skin, and Buffy felt compelled, as if something stronger than her was
controlling her actions. She leaned up, sinking her teeth into pale white
flesh.
Spike's eyes shot open at the feel
of Buffy's teeth in his neck, and he let out an inhuman yell, his hips pushing
her hard into the mattress. Buffy let go, crying out as well as she fell over
the edge.
Spike lay beside Buffy, trying to
will his body to stop shaking. He'd had an idea that sex with a Slayer would be
good, but not like that. He'd thought he couldn't have experienced any more pleasure
than that from just being inside her, and then she'd bitten him. He could hear her breathing softly beside him, and he
turned to look at her, the fear of her reaction overshadowed by his need to see
her face. She was looking at him, her expression one of confusion. "Are
you gonna stake me?" Spike asked softly.
"No," Buffy replied.
"You�you saved my life. I guess."
Spike shrugged. "Couldn't let
you die like that.
'Sides, thought it might be fun, shagging the Slayer. Something
to brag to the other vamps about over a pint of blood."
"You're a pig."
"So you've told me in the
past, pet," Spike said with a smirk. He reached out, skimming a hand down
her body. "Though you didn't seem to mind me so much
tonight."
"Any man would've done. You
were just�convenient," Buffy said flippantly, but Spike could see the
desire still in her eyes. He reached down, slipping his fingers inside of her,
moving slowly, in and out.
"Want another go,
Slayer?"
Spike had fully expected Buffy to
push him off of her, tell him he was disgusting, and quite possibly throw him
in a vat of holy water. Instead, she grabbed him, kissing him hard. Spike
moaned, his erection immediately standing at attention again. Buffy pushed him
over on his back, then straddled his waist. She slid
down slowly, subjecting him to the exquisite torture of being engulfed by her
inch by inch. When she was almost to the hilt, she pulled up, only to slam back
down, calling out his name as he filled her.
He watched in awe as she rode him,
her long, blonde hair falling around her, begging Spike to run his fingers
through it. He watched her every movement, unable to pull his gaze away from
her even for a second. Before, it had been the effect of the Mauruk that had made her want him, but now,
this seemed to be just Buffy, acting of her own free will. Could it be that the
Slayer actually desired him? Spike was surprised at just how much his heard
leapt at that thought.
Spike could tell he was close, so
he reached down where their bodies were joined, rubbing her roughly with his
thumb. Buffy let out a loud, keening yell and left long, red welts down his
chest with her fingernails, as her inner muscles contracted around him. Spike
let himself go with her, leaving finger-shaped bruises on her hips as he cried
her name out into the night.
Buffy fell onto his chest, her body
trembling. Spike grabbed a throw from the bottom of the bed with his feet and
draped it around them, holding her close. He pressed a gentle kiss into her
hair. "Are you all right now, Buffy?" he asked softly.
Buffy looked up sharply at him.
"Why�why do you care?"
Spike stroked her cheek. She looked
so young and fragile like this, and he realized with a shock it made him want
to protect her, not hurt her. "I didn't want you to die."
Buffy could take his crude
behavior, his threats and taunts. But this, this kindness and
concern for her well-being� It wasn't something that was supposed to be
coming from Spike. "Get out," she said, her eyes suddenly hardening.
Spike stiffened in surprise.
"Buffy�"
Buffy pushed off of him, wrapping
the throw tightly around her. "This doesn't change anything between us,
Spike. I'm still the Slayer, and you're still an evil, disgusting thing. Get
away from me. I don't want to be reminded of what I just had to do."
"Had to do?" Spike asked, getting up and putting his pants back
on. "Maybe the first time was demon influence, Slayer, but that second
time�that was all you. You wanted it, pet. You wanted me."
"Get out!" Buffy yelled.
Spike finished dressing.
"Well, I can certainly see why no one ever sticks around for a repeat
performance with you, Slayer," he sneered before leaving the room,
slamming the door behind him. He heard something glass shatter against the door
and knew she'd thrown something at his retreating form, but he didn't care.
Willow and Anya were sitting on the
couch, looking up at him expectantly. "Is Buffy gonna be okay?"
Willow asked.
"Yep. Back to her normal holier-than-thou self.
Glad I could help with that."
"Sounded like fun from down
here," Anya said.
"Yeah, well, I faked it,"
Spike snapped. "I'm going back to the whelp's basement."
"You're not really supposed to
wander around on your own," Anya said.
"Then tag along, I don't
bloody care," Spike replied. "But I'm certainly not staying here with
the Slayer."
"You two can go," Willow
said. "Buffy would probably rather Spike left now anyway." Spike
scoffed at Willow's last statement, but didn't say anything.
"All right," Anya said,
standing up. Spike started out the door. "Hey, wait for me!" she
called, running after him.
Willow walked upstairs, knocking
lightly on Buffy's door. "Hey, it's me�"
Buffy opened the door. She was
dressed again, but disheveled. "Hey, Will."
"You okay?" Willow asked.
"Been
better. But I'm not dead,
so that's something�I guess. Did Spike leave?"
"Yeah, he and Anya went back
to Xander's. It's just us. Do you need to talk?"
"There's not anything to say.
I�I had to have sex with Spike."
"I know, Buffy. It must have
been awful for you."
Buffy immediately flashed back to
the mind-numbing pleasure she'd felt with Spike inside of her. "Yeah�awful. He'll probably never let me live it down
and�oh god, what am I going to say to Riley?"
Willow frowned. "I'm sure
Riley would understand. I mean, you had to, right? It's not like you had sex
with him when you weren't under some freaky demon mojo."
Buffy paled slightly. "Yeah,
I'm sure Riley will totally be understanding about the
fact I had hot, passionate sex with a gorgeous vampire."
"It was hot and passionate?"
Willow asked. "And you think Spike's gorgeous?"
"No! I mean, uh, that's what
Riley will think. You know how guys are, always jumping to crazy
conclusions."
"Uh
huh."
"Look, I don't really want to
talk about this. It happened, and there's nothing I can do about it now. I just
want to go back to the dorm, go to sleep, and forget about the whole
thing."
"Maybe you should stick around
here for a bit. Giles and Xander aren't back yet,
and�"
Downstairs, the front door opened.
"We're back!" Xander called.
Buffy went downstairs, brushing
past Willow. "Did you kill it?" she asked.
"Yes," Giles said. He
took off his glasses before asking his next question. "How did, um, things go with Spike."
"Fine. I'm cured. Now let's never speak of it
again."
"That's quite all right with
me," Giles said. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to, um, burn my
sheets."
"Actually, we never bothered
to get under the sheets," Buffy said. "So just the comforter�"
She saw the look of horror on the faces of her Watcher and her friends.
"I'm just gonna go back to the dorm. You coming, Will?"
"Yeah," Willow replied.
"Let's go."

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