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At her computer Willow bounced gleefully at the sight of a message from Laure, then began to grow angry as she read it.
"Oh no..."
Spike looked up from the Wall Street Journal he was reading, laying on Willow's bed and asked, "What?"
"This is horrible."
"What?"
"Oh no, we have to help her."
"WHAT?"
"Oh, Laure, this is terrible."
Spike began to growl and tossed the paper across the room. "Willow..." he threatened.
"Laure got flamed," Willow cried, looking over her shoulder at him.
Spike gave her a baffled look. "Huh? She's on fire?"
"Not on fire. Flamed. On the computer. Email."
Spike sighed and sat up. "You know I don't give a shit for any of that."
Spinning around, Willow gave him an impatient look and took a deep breath. "Someone sent her a nasty email about our stories, you know, The Erotic Adventures of Willow & Spike."
"And...?"
"Now she's depressed and not in the mood to write."
Spike jumped up and strode over to the computer. "Who is this jerk and where does he live?" he asked in a determined voice.
"Huh?"
"Name, address," he said again, his tone clipped and angry. "Now, Willow. You're the great hacker here."
Willow spun around and began to trace the email Laure had forwarded. As she did this, Spike began to pace, hands clapsed behind his back.
"This is not good," he muttered. "If Laure loses her desire to write...do we lose our desire for each other?"
He turned and paced the other direction, barking, "Hurry up, luv."
"Yes, master," Willow muttered under her breath.
"I heard that, my little bitch," he snapped. "Hurry before I lose my desire to paddle your ass."
"Oh, yeah, that would be the end of the world." Willow rolled her eyes, but continued to work, her fingers flying across the keyboard.
After about fifteen minutes, she crowed her success. Spike hurried over to her and saw a name and address on the screen.
"Bastard lives in Sunnydale. How convenient." Grabbing his jacket, Spike was out the door before Willow could think of asking him what he was planning.
"Oh, great...One dead flamer..."
*****
Willow took a shower, shaved various parts of her body-- including her pubic hair because she wanted to know what Spike would do--did her finger and toe nails in blue, then red, curled her hair, straightened her hair, and changed outfits half a dozen times before Spike pushed the French doors open.
He was dragging a bound, gagged, little man.
"Spike," she wailed. "What are you doing?"
"I'm not usually into torture, luv, but for Laure I'll make an exception." Spike shoved the man onto Willow's desk chair and quickly tied him to it.
"You can't torture some guy in my parents' house," she yelled, exasperated.
"Why? They aren't here." Spike shrugged off his jacket and grabbed Willow, swinging her into his arms to kiss her. She struggled for a split second, then kissed him back, twining her arms around his neck.
The whimpers of fear from the man finally reached her brain and Willow pulled back, stumbling and falling onto the bed. "Spike..." She looked at the man, seeing a geeky guy with thick glasses, a bad haircut, high pants and a pocket protector of all things. Willow groaned.
"Let's see...it's been a while since I've done this...Pull off his fingernails? No, maybe, burn the hair on his nuts. That always hurts," Spike mumbled to himself.
"SPIKE!"
"Hm, what luv? Do you have a better idea?"
"You can't hurt him."
Spike began to protest and Willow cut him off. "Laure's aleady sent out another part of 'Harem'. She's still pissed, but it hasn't stopped her from writing."
"He dared to criticize our stories." Spike flailed his arms around in agitation.
"Um, technically they're Laure's stories."
"They're about ME."
"And me and Buffy and Angel and Cordy etc.," Willow muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at ego boy.
"You really won't let me hurt the bastard?" Spike asked, sounding pathetic and resumed his pacing.
"No," Willow replied in a cold voice, then began to smile as an idea hit her. "But..."
Spike heard the smile before he saw it and stopped pacing to look at her. "Go on, pet."
"Well, I'm guessing this geek--and being a geek, I can call him that--has never had sex or probably even a date. He's probably jealous. Let's make it worse."
"And we would do that, how?"
Willow pulled her t-shirt over her head and began to shimmy out of her shorts.
"I like your ideas, luv," Spike exclaimed and began to yank his clothes off as the guy squeaked.
Naked, Willow lay back against her pillows, spreading her legs wide to give their bound guest a good view.
Spike took one look at her, noticed her nude pussy and crashed down on her sending the breath fleeing from her lungs.
"Need...breath..."
"Willow, luv, the shaved look, I love it." He rolled them, bringing Willow over him. Scrambling up, Willow lightly sat on his thighs and began to caress his thickening cock.
"It feels different," she said, squirming slightly.
"Naked as a baby...Oh, pet," he groaned. "Use your mouth."
"You know, you're awfully bossy tonight," she teased, sliding down his legs.
"Fear of never getting you again, luv."
Leaning down, Willow ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, making it spring to full erection in her hand. "No chance of that, luv." Opening her mouth, she engulfed his cock, taking him to the base.
"Pet," Spike groaned. "Fuck, you're getting so fucking good at this..."
Forcing her throat muscles to relax, Willow began to suck his cock, taking him deeply each time. After a few minutes, she released him and sat up, stretching and making her breasts jiggle.
"Why'd you stop," Spike gasped.
"Want you to come in my pussy."
Willow glanced at their captive and saw the perspiration on his forehead, the avid look in his glassy eyes and the erection straining against his khaki pants. Smiling evily, she rose from the bed and reached down to undo his pants. Shoving his underwear down in front, she freed his cock.
"Oh, dear, no wonder you hate us...Is that all of it?"
Giggling, Willow backed up and sat down on the bed, watching the guy redden in shame.
"Willow, that's truly evil," Spike said. "I love it." Pulling her back on top of him, he reached up and cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive nipples.
Willow moaned and pressed her weeping pussy against his throbbing cock, delighting in the feel of skin on skin.
"Take me inside, luv," he ordered.
Pressing her trembling hands against his chest, Willow rose higher, then squirmed her way down onto his cock, her pussy muscles clamping around him.
Spike's fingers tightened around her breasts and he gritted his teeth at the pleasure that flooded him.
Willow began to move, rising and falling quicker and quicker. Leaning into his hands, she rubbed her clit against the base of his cock and moaned. "Spike...fuck...me..."
"Come on, luv, that's right, slam down," he babbled as she twisted on his cock.
As the tension became unbearable in her, tears began to stream down Willow's cheeks and she bounced harder, clenching around him. Her fingers dug into his chest and she yelled his name.
Growling in lust, Spike flipped them, still pounding into her wet pussy. Willow wrapped herself around him and arched hard, slapping her damp flesh against his cool body.
Her eyes flashed wildly and she saw how dark and hungry his were. Instinctively, she rolled her head to the side, baring her throat.
With another growl, Spike leaned down and bit her thoat. Willow screamed in the double pleasure of being impaled on his cock and his fangs and came, her body exploding in mighty shudders.
As he drank her blood and felt her pussy quaking, Spike came, filling her with cold semen in hard jerks.
Slowly, they sank onto the bed. Spike withdrew his fangs and kissed the marks gently, then rolled to her side and gathered her into his arms.
"Ooooh," she whimpered. "Spike..."
Spike looked over at their captive and saw that he'd come in his pants. He gave him an evil grin. "Bet you do that a lot, huh?" Gently he ran his hand down Willow's side and cupped her bottom. "And I bet this is as close to a choice piece of ass as you'll ever get," he said with complete satisfaction."
"Hey," Willow mumbled, trying to take exception.
"I love you, my choice piece," Spike murmured, kissing her forehead.
"Ummm," she answered sleepily.
End