“Hello, cutie.” Spike drawled, grinning rakishly at the girl dressed in a long black T-shirt, who was sitting cross-legged on the double bed in Joyce’s old room. Xander gave a little shriek and put a hand over her racing heart. Dark brown eyes narrowed at him in vexation. It was obvious to the vampire that he was the last person she wanted to see right now.

                        “What do you want, Spike?” Xander glared at the vampire from beneath thick, dark lashes as she self-consciously pulled at the hem of the shirt she was wearing. Suddenly the brunette’s face took on a hopeful expression. “Did Giles figure out how to reverse the spell? Can I be a real boy again?” The blond shook his head and watched as the corners of Xander’s mouth curved downward in a pout as the brunette toyed with the edge of the dark green comforter by her feet. Spike didn’t like that particular pout on Xander. Where was the little fireball from last night? The one who made his fangs itch. She had to be in there somewhere.

                         “Sorry, kitten, he can't make heads or tails of it. Well, at least the Bit will have company when we patrol since you can’t come with us for a while. Little thing like you couldn’t possibly do much damage to any demon . . .demon magnet that you are.” Spike moved into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Xander’s head whipped up and her dark eyes shot daggers at Spike. Xander obviously didn’t like being called a ‘little thing’.

                        “That’s not true! Are you saying that because I’m a woman now that I can’t defend myself? Women can protect themselves too, you know. Look at Wills and Tara and Cordy and even Anya can . . .” Xander began to protest, hotly.

                        “Oh, really? You think you can fight off demons in that body?” Spike let his eyes travel slowly and appreciatively over Xander’s new form. The ex-male glared at him distrustfully through long thick lashes and pointedly pulled the comforter up to her throat.  “Ohhh, don’t go getting all shy on me now, tiger. Show me what that body can do.” Spike leered at the Slayerette. Xander gave him a disgusted look and disdainful huff, turning her head so that she wasn’t looking at the vampire. Without warning, the blond ripped the comforter away, tossing it to the floor. Xander yelped and tried to scramble backwards. As Spike pounced, pinning Xander to the mattress with his body, Xander gave a startled little squeak. The movement jarred the bed and for a second, they both froze, staring at each other. Finally, a smirk crossed Spike’s deceptively delicate face.  “What happened to girl power, Xander? Come on, luv, kick my ass.” Spike gave another suggestive leer, his face very close to Xander’s. “I dare you.”

                   ”What the hell is wrong with you, Spike? The girls are still downstairs! Dawn is downstairs! Get off of me and get out of here!”  Xander hissed, glaring up at the vampire. “Stop it! You’re shaking the bed!” Spike waggled his eyebrows suggestively and tapped his tongue on his teeth in a way that promised all kinds of lewd acts. “Damn it, Spike, get out now! Before I call the Slayer up here to kick your ass out!” She didn’t like the gleam in Spike’s eyes when she said this.

                      “Sweetheart, if you want me to leave, you can put your hands on my hot, tight little body and make me. Oh, and none of the girls are home, pet. Watcher sent them on an errand before he split and the Bit has a sleepover with a friend. It’s just you and me now. They think you’re still sleeping and that I went home. Feel like a bit of the rough and tumble?. I'm gonna ride you hard before I put you away, luv.” The last part was said in a throaty growl and Xander’s brain sent  her some extremely vivid images of Spike’s words. Her stomach muscles clenched spasmodically, not in disgust as she would have thought, but in anticipated pleasure. She felt the beginnings of a panic attack.

                   “No! There will be no riding of any kind here! Get off of me!” Xander gasped, his new body struggling beneath the surprisingly heavy weight of Spike’s lean body. The vampire smirked as he realized that Xander had misinterpreted his last comment. Spike had been referring to fighting, but the brunette had thought he was talking about sex. Xander thrashed under Spike, pushing on the blond’s shoulders, trying to dislodge the other man. Xander’s movements only served to help Spike settle more easily between her legs. The Slayerette balled up his tiny fists and began to hit Spike. The blond laughed softly at Xander’s wild, awkward punches until she began to aim for the face.  Spike grunted as a small fist caught him upside the head and then right in the teeth. He used his tongue to check his lips for blood. He growled softly as he licked a smear of it off of the side of his mouth. The blond vampire grabbed the former boy’s wrists, which felt extremely fragile in his grasp, and pinned them on either side of Xander’s head. He looked down into furious, frightened, dark brown eyes, leering at Xander.  Those delectable lips curved into a delicate sneer and Xander began to really struggle. Spike was entranced. Such a sweet little piece the boy had been turned into; all curvy and lush, that silky dark hair halfway down his back, amazing whiskey-colored eyes, sweet pouty lips that begged to be kissed, and those lovely hips that curved into the best looking ass Spike had ever seen in his whole unlife. Truth be told, Xander had always been very easy on the eyes . . . an especially nummy treat. Definitely moist and undoubtedly delicious, not that Spike had ever admitted that to the Slayerette.

                       “You’re only going to hurt yourself, Xander, luv. The chip doesn’t work anymore, remember? Best say uncle now, pet.” Xander ignored the warning and kept twisting beneath the blond, inadvertently rubbing his/her soft, round breasts against Spike’s lean sculpted chest. Spike grit his teeth. This was not exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d started to tease the boy…girl. Xander’s body was softer, rounder, and sexier than it was as a male and Spike really had been without a woman for awhile now. Each time Xander moved, those sweet tits of his were pressed and rubbed against Spike. The long, black T-shirt the brunette was wearing rode up on her thighs as Spike held her down. “Oi! You better bloody stop it now! I haven’t had a woman in a soddin’ long time and with you rubbing up against me the way you are, I might just forget to be a gentleman!” The blond growled right in Xander’s face. The former male stopped fighting, raising startled brown eyes to Spike’s hot blue ones, blushing, as she felt the vampire’s stiff cock pressing against her new feminine softness. Xander had never been more aware of another being in his/her life. In the sudden quietness of the room, only Xander’s breathing could be heard, quick panting gasps.

                         “Get off me, Spike. Why are you even here?” Xander inwardly cringed at the huskiness of her womanly voice. She sounded like Jessica Rabbit. She glared at Spike again. The vampire was ogling the brunette’s new breasts, licking his lips. Spike raised amused eyes to Xander’s. “And you have never been a gentleman in your whole unlife . . . you undead . . . pervert guy!” That bad-boy smirk wasn’t supposed to make Xander’s whole body flush with heat or send that shudder of desire through him . . . her, but it did. Spike watched as Xander’s eyes narrowed and the little brunette stuck that cute little nose of hers in the air, that little sneer back on her lovely face.

                         “Oh, don't get all prim and proper with me, Xander. I know what kind of girl you really are. Don't I?” The last part was very soft, almost a caress. “You’re the one rubbing those perfect, firm,  round tits against me . . . spreading those gorgeous long legs for me  . . . those lovely thighs  . . . as I said, I haven't had a woman in weeks.”  Spike purred, thrusting his hips against Xander, who gasped. For such a compact guy, Spike seemed to be packing. Horrified at the direction her thoughts had taken once again, she glared up at the vampire.

                          “You're a pig, Spike!” Xander said through clenched teeth, her face a beautiful shade of red. Her dark eyes flashed with fire, her lower lip thrust out in an annoyed pout. Xander was self-conscious about her new body and Spike talking so casually about her breasts and legs embarrassed her. He/she had never felt so naked in his/her entire life. An image of Spike “exercising” in bed with invisible Buffy flitted through Xander’s brain and she wondered just how good in bed Spike really was. She bet that Spike was dynamite in bed...all those lean, sculpted mus...ARGGGH!

                           “What can I say, my lovely? You bring out the beast within.” Spike lowered his head and took Xander’s tempting mouth in a hungry kiss.                    

                            Xander felt as if she’d been struck by lightning, his new body reacted to Spike’s sultry kiss with a disturbing jolt. Heat exploded in the pit of Xander’s stomach and a hot throbbing began between her thighs. She pushed on Spike’s chest and tried to turn away, but Spike only deepened the kiss. Spike’s tongue dipped into her mouth, stroking her palate, teasing her teeth. Gods, but Spike could kiss. Xander could feel herself melting and beginning to kiss Spike back, moaning into the blond’s mouth. Spike echoed the moan and slowly pulled away to allow Xander to breathe. Spike looked down into dazed, dilated brown eyes and smiled. The scent of Xander’s arousal only served to fuel Spike’s lust. He’d always had a thing for gorgeous, dark-eyed brunettes, apparently Xander was no exception. Spike had felt a definite shock when he had kissed Xander; it was like falling into the sun. He’d never felt that before, not even from Angelus.

                                 Xander turned her head away from Spike, ashamed and confused. Spike lowered his head again and began to suck on Xander’s delicate neck. Pheromones filled the air as he licked over the ex-male’s carotid artery. The brunette whimpered and arched into the touch. Xander couldn’t believe she had essentially offered up her neck to a vampire.  Each little swipe of Spike’s tongue made her crave more. This was insane . . . unbelievable. As a male, he would have denied it with his dying breath, but as a female, he couldn’t lie to himself…he was sexually attracted to Spike. Heat washed in waves down her body and she felt dizzy. Xander would never have thought that vampires could smell good...always associated death with a rotting corpse, but Spike smelled amazing. Xander could get drunk off the delicious scent of the blonde. Spike swore softly and Xander knew that the vamp could smell the sudden burst of fresh arousal pouring off of him . . . her. She took a shaky breath as Spike slid his hands down to the hem of her shirt and bunched it in his fists, rubbing his knuckles lightly against those glorious, creamy thighs. Heavy-lidded blue eyes looked up at her lustfully.  Xander’s stomach did a funny little flip and her breasts tingled. She felt the fabric start to stretch as Spike’s grip on the t-shirt tightened and suddenly, Xander knew exactly what Spike was about to do. ‘I can’t let him do this. He’s going to hate me later…and himself. I have to stop him…have to stop this before it goes too far.’

                           “Spike, let go of my shirt. No…stop it!” Xander demanded, putting his small hands on top of Spike’s, but Spike didn’t stop. Instead, the vampire ripped the shirt in half up the middle, baring Xander’s curvy body and revealing the soft cotton women’s panties she’d been forced to buy and wear. The blue cotton was the only thing covering Xander now.  “Please . . .” Xander pleaded and tried to pull the tattered shirt back around her, but Spike wouldn’t let her. “Spike . . . please . . . this is a mistake. We can’t.  We don’t really like each other. You’ll hate yourself when I go back to being me…the real me…the male me…Spike…” Spike ignored the babble as he lowered his head.

                        “So bloody gorgeous.” He murmured, as goosebumps rose on Xander’s soft, silky skin, making her dusky nipples pucker. Xander’s breath caught in his throat as the vamp began to nuzzle the soft mounds of his breasts, rubbing his face slowly back and forth between them as he made purring sounds.

Xander moaned as his nipples stiffened even more, the throbbing between his thighs increased. Xander had always secretly thought the vampire was attractive, even when they were exchanging snarky comments. Buffy had even once accused him of wanting to have sex with Spike. Xander had called the vampire ‘compact, yet well-muscled’ and yes, she had noticed the blond’s lean, sculpted form. Spike was a very sexual being.   Spike brushed a peaked nipple with his thumb and watched as Xander closed her eyes, arched her back, thrusting those beautiful breasts up with a low moan.  Spike’s eyes dilated, he’d never imagined someone like Xander, who hated vampires so much, could be this bloody responsive to him.  “Oh, yeah . . . so sweet . . . Xander . . .” The little brunette moaned again as Spike began to tease the nipple with his thumb. Xander couldn’t believe this was happening. His nipples had always been sensitive but this was crazy, she was practically offering herself to Spike after a few erotic touches. Xander cried out as Spike moved down and laved the stiff little peaks with his cool tongue, licking with quick little strokes. Xander made a strangled sound in her throat as Spike reached down and began to rub her through the blue cotton underwear with one hand. Spike moaned softly as he realized that Xander’s new body was responding to him more than he’d imagined. The cotton beneath his questing fingers was very damp.

                      “Spike! Oh, Jesus…God….” Xander gasped, panting. Xander grabbed at Spike’s hand, but she couldn’t move it. She couldn’t let Spike do this . . . they would both regret it once Xander was turned back. “No . . . no . . . no . . .” She whispered, over and over, even as her body surrendered itself to Spike. Xander’s legs trembled as they parted even more for the blond. It had been so long since someone wanted him like this. His brain, which was still functioning as male, cried out for him to push Spike away, but his new female body responded to Spike like a bear to honey. Sweet, hot, wild honey that she couldn’t resist.

                           “Yes, baby . . . fuck . . . you are wet for me, aren’t you, Xander, luv?” Spike’s smoky voice purred, driving Xander wild because that was his name Spike was murmuring. Xander cried out as Spike slipped two fingers beneath the elastic of the panties, stroking her intimately, expertly. She looked up helplessly into Spike’s eyes, the blue bleeding into gold; watching the vampire lose control like this was so erotic. Also, Spike’s little growly noises each time she moaned or whimpered only turned her on more.

                        “Ohhh! Spike!”  Xander found herself lifting her hips against Spike’s hand, riding his fingers. Spike lowered his head again to swirl his tongue around one of Xander’s stiff nipples and then the other as he stroked Xander’s clit. The brunette’s cries of pleasure filled Spike’s vamp senses. Xander moaned and whimpered as Spike’s fingers and tongue caressed his new body. She’d never felt anything as sinfully sweet as Spike’s touch. Growling, he ripped Xander’s panties off and threw the ruined cotton to the floor.  Spike watched hungrily as Xander began to shake, gasping and clenching her hands in the sheets beneath her. Her orgasm was not far off, the pleasure evident in every little move of her body.

                     “That’s right, luv, give yourself to me, to it.” Spike slid up Xander’s body, taking the Slayerette’s mouth in a kiss that all but curled Xander’s toes.  Seconds later, Xander wrenched her mouth away, mewling as Spike’s fingers quickened their pace. Xander cried out again as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Spike pulled away to savor the look of pure bliss and exquisite pleasure that crossed Xander’s face. Xander gave one last shuddery moan as she collapsed onto the mattress. Xander lay there, not moving for a moment as she caught her breath. Spike was taken by surprise as the brunette suddenly sat straight up and slapped him really hard across the face. “Ow! Hey! What the bloody hell did you do that for?” He held his cheek, staring in shock at Xander, who looked on the verge of tears.

                        “I’m not a toy to play with, Spike! I’m still Xander Harris in here! Nothing’s changed!”

                        “Nothing’s changed, has it? You keep on telling yourself that, luv.”

                         “Don’t call me that!” Xander’s voice trembled.

                         "So, um, what should I call you then? Pet? Sweetheart? My little dark kitten? I really love this hair, Xan, the way it bounces around when..." Xander slapping at him cut him off mid-sentence. "Ah ah!” He caught her wrists easily and evaded her attempts to scratch him.  “Put the claws away." Spike moved in closer, nuzzling Xander's neck. Spike sucked the tender skin, scraping his blunt teeth over the area.

                        "No...Stop that!" Xander whispered, biting her lip as Spike slid one hand back between her thighs. Spike’s fingers played her like a violin…his thumb and fingers teasing her clit with amazing skill. Xander gasped, arching. "Oh!"  She bit her lip and threw her head back, her body betraying her once more.

                        Spike turned his head, capturing Xander's lips with his own. 

TBC…

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