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[captainjhart]

WHO: JOHN, BABY BUFFY, AND SPIKE
WHAT: SEX, BUT THEN WHAT?
WHEN: AFTER THIS
WHERE: JOHN'S ROOM

John, still in shock from what he'd just read, jammed the "off" button on the computer monitor, and whipped around, approaching Buffy with a wild look in his eye.

"Out," he demanded, pointing at the door. "Now."

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Spike stalked down the hall, one and only one purpose in his mind. He had no idea what would happen afterward, and he didn't care.

Just don't get it now, do you? Well, you're new... and a little dim. So let me explain to you how things are now. There's no belonging or deserving anymore. You can take what you want, have what you want... but nothing is yours.

Not even her.

Spike jolted back to reality as he bumped into Buffy in the hallway. Buffy would have been insulted at suddenly being thrown out, if she hadn't known exactly what John was up to. He'd let her leave her stuff there, which meant she was welcome back, he was probably just having...company around. He and Jack had a lot of catching up to do and...she really just didn't want to think about it

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John hadn't felt sorry at all, ejecting the girl so abruptly. He didn't care whether she understood or not, he just needed her gone.

As soon as she was out the door, he began pacing restlessly, certain he would go insane if Spike were not touching him in some way within the next second.

He shrugged off his coat and kicked off his boots and jeans, 'till he was in nothing but his boxers and tight-fitting t-shirt. He figured he was saving valuable time already being half-undressed when Spike arrived.

He wasn't even startled by the door crashing in; he had half expected it. It seemed as if Spike needed this just as much as he did. But oh yes, finally, he wasn't sure he could have taken another minute of waiting.

"Took you long eno-UH!"

He grunted as Spike pinned him against the wall, pressing back against him and immediately capturing his mouth in a hot and fevered kiss, his hands grasping at Spike's body, desperately. The anticipation had nearly killed him, and he wanted this now

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Spike grabbed him back, pinning him against the wall with his kiss, and grabbed the back of his thigh and pulled him up against him, grinding. Then he suddenly released and grabbed John around the middle, threw him over his shoulder and carried him into the next room.

Something too familiar about this bit, but maybe John would like the outcome of the story better this time around. Probably only slightly more.

He tossed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him, tearing at his clothes.

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This was completely different from the other night they had shagged. Then, it had been slow and rather passionate, in contrast to this frantic, desperate rush to finish.

It was what John needed. Craved. He already knew Spike was amazing, but this was a whole knew side, a side he had known was there, but was finally seeing for the first time.

As Spike carried him to the bedroom, he remembered the last time he had been hoisted over Spike's shoulder, and smiled at the memory.

With the vampire on top of him, John helped him remove the remaining clothes, and started tugging at Spike's, once again grabbing the back of his head and forcing a kiss, which John only broke to bite and pull aggressively at Spike's lower lip. "Let's do this, then," he growled through his clenched teeth.

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Spike wasn't breathless, his heart wasn't beating rapidly in his chest. Being dead, it wasn't beating at all. Something inside of him went so this is how Buffy felt.

Except it couldn't have been.

He rolled away, and stared up at the ceiling.

Buffy'd hated him. Every second they'd been together, she had hated him. But he didn't hate John. As a matter of fact, he quite liked John.

He sat up and wiped lube off his hands onto John's sheets. "Well. Be seeing you around, then?"

Yeah, Spike. Run away like a good little ponce.

[captainjhart]

John, on the other hand, was. Or rather, was just recovering from breathlessness. He watched the vampire, a small, sated smirk resting on his lips, as he waited to see what he would do.

It. had been. amazing. No. That wasn't even it. There probably wasn't a single word to describe what had just taken place, but he was sore and tired and completely satisfied.

Until Spike made motions to leave.

He shot out a hand and grabbed Spike by the wrist. "Wait. Don't go." He muttered, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes, silently pleading with him.

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Spike paused a moment, unable to break his gaze with John's. He shuddered and pulled away, his expression turning cold.

"What did I say about cuddling?"

He grabbed his boxers and pulled them on, then gathered up the rest of his clothes. He stopped suddenly and threw them on the floor.

"Bloody hell, stop it. Stop looking at me like that."

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He shook his head "Doesn't have to be cuddling," he forced himself to sit up slightly, though his body really would have preferred it if he hadn't moved a muscle for probably about 10 hours or so.

"Don't you wanna just, I don't know, stay a bit? Have a smoke? Maybe a bit of nap? Then a shower, and maybe do this all over again?" He raised his eyebrows hopefully.