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I Learned From The Best

After Season 4, Tara never existed, Oz never came back and Spike never tried to betray them all.

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Willow growled in frustration, slamming the door to her parent's house shut, they were out of town as usual so she didn't bother to hide her emotions. She was growing sick of the little game Spike was playing. The touching and flirting were nice, but everytime she thought he was going to take it to the next level- he didn't. And he knew exactly what he was doing to her- it was a game to him.

The small girl knelt down in front of her closet, pulling a small chest from the back. The leather box was dusty from disuse, the gold trappings looking slightly worn. She rubbed at it with the edge of her shirt, polishing the trim with an almost loving look on her face. It had been a gift from a friend. A very close friend. She smiled at the memories, releasing the clasps with a small snap. Everything was exactly like she had left it so many months before.

Stripping quickly she reached to the back of her closet again, the smooth feel of leather sliding across her fingers as she pulled out her clothes for the evening. So Spike wanted to play games? Well she knew some games, too. And it was her turn to play.

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It was a few hours before dawn when she let herself into Spike's apartment with a simple spell. A quick call to Xander's had told her that Spike was still over there, engaged in an all night Mortal Kombat tournament with the dark haired youth. That meant she had at least an hour before he would return. Plenty of time.

Blood red nails trailed the length of the hall as she walked with a confident stride to his bedroom, the sound echoing through the dark house. The blonde had exquisite taste in furniture, she decided, taking in the four post iron bed in the center of the far wall. Painted lips twisted into a delighted smile. Perfect.

Gold latches snapped open for the second time that night and restraints emerged. She fingered their steel and leather lengths, memories once again coming to the front as wetness pooled between her legs. Tonight would be great fun. A nice ending to a game Spike had started.

A clock chimed somewhere in the house, startling the red head out of her thoughts. Time was slipping away.She slipped the restraints around the posts of the bed with practices ease.  She left the case open, sliding it back into one of the shadowy corners of the room. Perfect. She joined the case in the corner, whispering the words to a quick glamour, erasing all traces of her work and herself as she waited for the vampire's return.

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Spike cursed himself as he felt the familiar coolness of restraints bind his wrists. He peered through the darkness, trying to see his captor, but met only blackness. "Whoever you are..."

"Spi-ike..." a taunting female voice came out of the shadows, cutting off the beginnings of his angry tirade.  He still couldnt see her though, but the voice was familiar.

"Red?" What the hell was the little witch doing?

"Yes?" She was next to him, her words a soft breath in his ear.

"What the bloody hell are you playing at, luv?" But she was gone again, moving around the room, lighting candles.

With a few whispered words her glamour was gone and he could see her for the first time. She was wearing leather. The damn chit was wearing red leather. His eyes scanned her small body as she continued to light candles. She was gorgeous and confident and he felt his body respond to her presence.

"Playing at?" she finally asked. She came to stand next to the bed, staring down into his eyes with a smirk on her pale face. "What an interesting choice of words. I'm playing a game. You *do* like games, don't you, luv?" She threw his own word into his face, sarcasm dripping from her lips. She leaned down, brushing her lips across his, savoring the feel of cold flesh on her own warmth.

Spike forced himself to remain still, trying not to react to the closeness of her body or the passion she was igniting in his dead heart. Teeth sank into his lip, drawing blood and he gasped, allowing her tongue to enter his mouth. Her tongue danced over his teeth, feeling them elongate as his face shifted beneath her. But he still didn't respond.

"Why Spike," she murmured, pulling back from him. "A girl could think you didn't want to play." Her hand strayed to cup the erection pushing against his jeans, lightly tracing it with her fingernails. "Or maybe you do."

Spike groaned inwardly. This was like a wet dream come true for him. Tied to a bed with his favorite red head playing dominatrix. But where had all this fire come from. "What's gotten into you, pet?"

She tilted her head to the side, her fingers still tracing along his crotch. "Gotten into me? Why nothing... yet." The look she gave him was pure lust as she stood from the bed, walking into the shadows of the room.

Spike craned his neck to see where the little witch had gotten to, surprised to see her return with a leather case. He raised an eyebrow as she started to pull things from within it, placing them gently on his nightstand. Holy water, a cross, a small leather whip, ball gag, a slender knife, and a few other toys Spike could recall having used himself at one time. His eyes returned to her lips, she was speaking.

"I figured you must like playing games. After all... you've been playing with my emotions for a couple months now." She licked her lips, testing the sharpness of the blade on her finger. A small drop of blood beaded on the tip of her finger and she held it over his mouth, letting the ruby drop fall onto the vampire's lips. She watched in satisfaction as he moaned with pleasure. "I like playing games too. Only a few people know that, though. Actually, only me and the person who taught me know... and well, I guess you do now, too." She picked up the whip, letting the leather trace along her skin, her eyes half shut in pleasure.

He watched her carress the length of the leather. Her eyes snapped open. "I had to swallow my pride and ask my teacher for help tonight though." Her hand found the knife again, bringing the tip to the hollow of his throat. "I needed that special advice only he could give. About what makes you hot, William." She slid the knife inside his shirt, splitting it down the middle, exposing the pale white skin of his chest.

His blue eyes snapped wide at the sound of his given name. "The poof?" He gasped. "Peaches was your 'teacher'?" Her actions seemed familiar, and now he knew why. But when had soulboy done this.

"Angelus." She emphasized every syllable of the name, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Don't get the two mixed up. Angel," her face grimaced at the name. "Never would have had the nerve to corrupt 'shy sweet little Willow'." She grinned. "He does however remember every intimate act we did while his soul was on vacation." She giggled. "I must say he was shocked
to find out I wanted to play with his darling baby boy." Leaning down to his ear she whispered, "But he gives us his blessings." 

"How? When?" Spike floundered, trying to twist his mind around the idea of Willow with his sire.

"Enough talk." Her voice was cold. "From now on you will not speak unless I give you permission. Do you understand?" Her fingers scratched lightly at his chest, leaving small pink trails.

"In your dreams, witch," Spike growled. She may have been taught by Angelus but she defintely wasn't him. There was no way he was going to let this little human dominate him. He pulled against the restraints for the first time, surprised when they didn't give way.

Willow arched an eyebrow at his actions. The bottle of holy water left the nightstand. "Now, William," she dipped her finger in the water, coating it thoroughly. "You will learn some respect." She traced the water along his chest, smoke curling up along the trail she left behind. She straddled his jean-covered crotch. "You. Will. Not. Speak. Without. Permission." Each word was punctuated with a small splash of holy water onto his stomach.

Spike ground his teeth together in pain as the water burned into his skin. His demon howled indignantly. "Never, pet." The familiar name was said through clenched teeth.

"You must like pain," She ground her hips against his crotch, her short leather skirt riding up. She wasn't wearing underwear. Spike felt himself harden further with the knowledge that her warmth was so close to him. He groaned involuntarily.

"MmmmmmmM." She moaned, her head tilted back so that she was looking at his from under lowered lashes. It had been over a year since she had played this game. She only hoped she could hold out long enough to make it really good for him.

There was a flash of steel in the firelight and suddenly Spike felt the tender flesh of his stomach begin to burn. He screamed and she lifted the cross from his bare flesh, her voice husky as she asked. "Do we understand our first lesson yet?" Through a red haze of pain he lifted up enough to see his stomach, the raw flesh branded with a small cross. He glared at her defiantly and the cross came down again, on his bare arm. "I hope you get over this soon, Spike, I *so* want to get on to rewarding you." She lifted the cross again, admiring her work.

Her lover's golden eyes were a mixture of cold rage and burning desire as she lowered her head to the burn on his stomach, letting her tongue trace the outline of the cross. Her eyes never left his and his whimpers of pain were interlaced with those of desire as he watched her move her mouth directly over the red flesh. "Lesson learned?" And still no answer came from his lips. Blunt teeth sank into wounded flesh and he screamed again.

Willow watched the vampire's eyes. She could feel the wetness of her own arousal coating her inner thighs and wanted little more than to sink onto the hard cock that throbbed just inches from her face. But she could wait. He needed to learn who was in control. He needed to pay for stringing her along for months. Something went out in his eyes and she knew this was it. Her lips curled up in a sensuous smile and she murmured, "You will not speak without permission. Understand?"

He nodded, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Good..." she purred, moving from his stomach to his lips in a rough kiss. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth, pushing against her lips. He could have this one small pleasure she decided, opening for him.

Their tongues met with a fury borne of passion and she could hear him moaning into her mouth. Calm, warm fingers flipped open the button on his jeans, the soft sigh of the zipper barely audible over their moans of pleasure. Her lips left his as she pushed the jeans down his waist, past his thighs, and finally over his feet, leaving a trail of feather light kisses as she went.

Spike groaned. The witch was good, he could see subtle hints of Angelus' teaching simly in the way she undressed him- taking her time and making it a tease all in itself. He could feel his cock throbbing with unspent pleasure and he wondered how long she would draw out her 'game'.

"Lesson two, William." Again the given name brought a small wince from him. Angel had been right about that it seemed. "You will not cum unless I give you permission." Her eyes were cold. "If you do the torture I have inflicted upon you up to this point will seem like child's play." She front clasp of her leather bustier was undone and the clothing on the floor, exposing the perfect milky smoothness of her breasts. He could see her erect nipples from where he was laying and longed to suck them into his mouth. The skirt joined the top on the floor and then she was on him.

Willow pressed her warm body over Spike's cold one, enjoying the pleasurable contrast. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to ground her emotions. Her body was screaming for release- the tortures she had inflicted upon the vampire being just as rigorous to her own self. "I've wanted you for so long," she whispered, raising up to look into his passion filled eyes. "So. Very. Long." Her small hand wrapped around his cock, emphasizing each word with a long, steady stroke.

Spike watched her, trying to distance himself from what his body was feeling. Too much of her attentions and he would be undone and the pain would begin again. Not that he would mind the pain... but he was craving pleasure at the moment. And pleasure was slowly lowering herself down upon his aching shaft. He stifled an urge to moan her name as the warmth engulfed him.

Her head was tilted back as she began to rise up and down on his hard length. It had hurt at first. He was big. Not quite as big as Angelus had been, but larger than Oz. Moans filled the room and she realized they were hers, the slow pace bringing her closer and closer to climax. Warmth filled her in a tingling wave and she looked into her lover's eyes, screaming his name as she found her release. "Spike!"

The sound of his name bursting forth from her lips was almost too much for him and hit desperately fought back the rising tide of his emotions. His teeth drew blood from his own tongue as he tried to draw his feelings away from the sensations she was causing just by removing herself from his cock.

Burning blue eyes met hers in a gaze filled with the promise of passion. She wanted more. More than just the slow torment she had visited upon both him and herself. Her delicate hand passed over the restraints, lifting the strengthening spell she had cast before the night began. "Fuck me, Spike. Make me cum. Make me yours."

He hesitated, wondering if this was just another round in her sadistic game of seduction. He snapped the restraints from the posts, the sound of leather ripping through the quiet room. Still he waited, wanting the one thing she wasn't giving him. He arched an eyebrow at her, silently begging.

"For goddess' sake, Spike. You may talk! Now fuck me," she pleaded, all assumptions of dominance fading away. She felt herself being lifted and then suddenly she was on her back, gazing up into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. "Spike..." she whispered, caressing the side of his face.

Spike watched her face as he entered her in one swift motion, loving the way her eyes closed in pleasure. This was like a dream come true. He couldnt count how many nights he had laid awake in bed, picturing himself doing to the little witch exactly what he was doing now. His hips took up a steady pace as he sheathed himself in her warmth repeatedly. Her legs came up to wrap around his, small hips rising up to meet his, thrust for thrust. She was moaning again as he brought her frail body to yet another peak of ecstasy, her head tossed back, eyes closed, screaming his name over and over like a mantra.

His cock slid in and out of her in a seemingly unending pace as he drew every ounce of pleasure from her release. He felt the familiar shift of his features as his game face slid forth. Golden eyes met hers and she bared the pale skin of her throat to him, her eyes almost begging. He moaned, burying his fangs into her neck as he spilled his seed deep within her. As wave after wave of pleasure rode over him he realized she was screaming again, moaning his name as release hit her for the third time that evening.

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"MmmMMmm" Willow moaned, stretching next to her lover. She trailed her nails lightly over the healing marks on his chest. A small lazy smile curled on her pale lips. "No more games?" she whispered, looking deep into his eyes for any sign that the night had been nothing he'd regret.

"Well I dun know, Red." He smirked at her. "I sorta like your games." His eyes met hers, love and caring showing, with just the smallest traste of lust.

"What can I say?" She threw him an impudent grin before resting her head on his shoulder. "I learned from the best..."