Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17 for excessive sex, language, and blood play. B/S, B/A, B/A/S, A/S. "Spike?" "Yes, luv?" Buffy smiled as sweetly as she could. "Stop teasing me, damn it!" "I'm just getting started." Momentarily frightened and even more aroused by the idea of several more hours like this, she turned blazing eyes on him and shouted, "You've been 'just getting started' for over an hour!" Spike leered at her and returned to his task of driving her completely insane. His lips caressed the skin on the inside of her thigh, nipping gently with his teeth then laving the mark with his oh-so-talented tongue. Buffy squealed and her legs kicked, but Spike held her down. Delicately, Spike moved his tongue closer to her center. Languidly, he licked along the full length one of her nether lips, then repeated the action on the other. Buffy howled in frustration, silently cursing herself for encouraging the blond vampire. An hour before, Angel announced that he had a few things to take care of and left before the sun rose. He refused to say where he was going or what he was doing, just that he'd be back. Despite his sun-proofed car, the enclosed garage, and Angel's trustworthiness, Buffy had been worried and in need of a distraction. Spike had been more than willing to help her out and eagerly accepted the challenge of getting her mind off Angel. She really should have known better than to challenge him... * * * * * Drapes firmly closed, Spike shoved the coffee table across the room so the area in front of the fireplace was free. Then he surprised her with a kiss, literally lifting her off her feet. Fun plans in mind, Spike lowered her to the floor again and pulled away from her tempting lips. Buffy whined slightly at the loss of contact, but when she felt his hands on her hips, slowly pushing her shirt up and out of the way, all protests left her mind. He worked slowly--like he usually did--undressing her bit by bit until she was standing naked before him, shivering and stretching her fingers reflexively to keep them at her sides. He couldn't hold back the grin that surfaced as he realized she was trying not to cover herself up. She was still so young, so innocent, in spite of everything she'd already done with them. Spike reminded himself of the mission and stepped forward to wrap her in his arms again. Buffy arched against him, throwing her head back and offering her throat for his attention. He obliged and attached his mouth to the long, flawless column of flesh. He laved her tender skin up to one of her most sensitive spots right behind her ear. Just as she began to moan, encouraging him with her sounds of enjoyment, he pulled away. "Lie down," Spike directed, whispering the words right into her ear. Buffy raised an eyebrow at his request, but complied and laid flat on the soft carpet, her arms and legs spread slightly. Gently, Spike used his bare feet to open her legs further then dropped swiftly to his knees between them. Buffy watched him with excitement and a tiny bit of nervousness in her eyes. This was the first time she'd ever been alone with Spike. It wasn't that feared him or his actions, it was just that she had no idea what his behaviors or capabilities were when Angel wasn't around. Angel always seemed to have control over Spike and Buffy had always wondered how much that control inhibited her blond lover. He knelt there for what seemed like forever, examining her body while brushing his fingertips slowly up and down over the tops of her smooth thighs. "Spike, please," Buffy gasped. The way he was devouring her with his eyes, watching a blush spread over her entire body was making her so hot, but she didn't know how much of it she could stand. He dropped forward so his weight was propped up on his hands as he bent to kiss her softly. As Spike pulled away, there was a sadistic look in his eyes. Buffy yelped as he moved at a speed too fast for her to see and was suddenly on his stomach between her legs, his tongue teasing her entrance. Although the sound of her begging was one of the finest sounds he ever heard, Spike didn't cave in and give her what she wanted. She asked for a distraction and he planned on distracting her until she couldn't see straight. * * * * * That had been an hour ago. Now, Spike was perfectly happy to spend the rest of the day with his head between her legs and his plans didn't seem to involve a release of any sort for her. Occasionally, he'd dip fingers or his tongue into her entrance, move in just the right way, but it was never enough. He'd even ventured to slip a finger drenched in her secretions into her ass, making Buffy squeal and plead with him. Still, she remained on the very edge of orgasm, at the mercy of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. "Please, please, please!" Buffy sobbed, then yelped as Spike touched her clit with the tip of his tongue for one brief moment. "If I let you bite me, will you hurry it up?" There was only so much a girl could take before going completely insane! Golden eyes flashed up at Buffy, a serious expression coming over Spike's face. "Not if you don't want me to, pet." Buffy pushed herself up onto her elbows, trying to deal with her uneven breathing and Spike's consideration. She had expected him to jump at the opportunity and never give her a chance to change her mind. Then again, ever since their relationship had begun, he rarely did what she expected. "I trust that you can control yourself, but if you don't? I'll rip your head off. Both of them." Spike chuckled. "That won't be necessary," he answered, placing one hand between her breasts and shoving her back down to the rug. Wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking hard, the scream of delight he had been working towards for the past hour finally escaped her. Grinning, he licked at her secretions as they poured from her core. Buffy calmed and Spike slowly kissed a line to the inside of her thigh again as his face was distorted by his demon. Buffy's hands tightened in the rug while she felt Spike's mouth suck on a particularly sensitive part of her body. With both hands keeping Buffy's torso and legs still, Spike carefully pierced her skin with his fangs. Her ambrosia-like blood filled his mouth and every taste of blood he'd ever had, short of Angelus's own, failed to come anywhere near the sweet flavor of Buffy's. He only took a few sips, not wanting to hurt or weaken her in any way, then pulled back. He lapped at her skin for a few minutes afterwards, savoring every last drop. Distracted by her sweet life's blood, Spike was oblivious to Buffy's uncontrollable reaction. As his fangs had sunken into her, Buffy's body had been overcome with pleasure, and she screamed again. Convulsions shook through her weak limbs, her chest heaved as breaths were forced from her when her second orgasm hit. "Wow..." Buffy gasped as her body recovered. Spike slithered up her body and claimed her slack lips. "Oh pet..." Buffy tried to raise a hand to touch him, but her strength was gone and the limb flopped lifelessly to the floor. Spike peppered kisses to her face and neck, grinning uncontrollably. "Is that normal?" "What?" Buffy sighed and opened her eyes to look at Spike. "That I came from your bite? Is that normal?" Spike tilted his head to the side in confusion and frowned. He knew a female vampire could easily orgasm from a bite, but a human? "Guess you're special." She had no strength to question him, so Buffy held Spike close to her, then the surrounding room drew her attention. They were on the floor of the living room. "We should probably move, An--" Realization dawned on Buffy as she remembered her other lover, who could be home any minute. "Oh god, Angel... He's going to be so mad!" She started to squirm under Spike in attempts to push him away. Spike chuckled at her sudden fear. "Shhh, pet. He won't be mad. Maybe a bit hurt he wasn't first, but he'll get over it. I didn't bite your neck, saved that for him." Offended, Buffy whacked his chest with the back of her hand. "Oh thanks, now I'm a piece of meat for you two to feed on!" Spike sighed. "That's not what I meant, it's his right as sire. The neck is a sacred place for a vampire to bite. Traditional and all that rot." Pushing himself off of her, Spike stood in all his naked glory, looming over her. Buffy had to scold her body for its sudden arousal. He offered both hands to her and she allowed him to pull her to her feet. Holding her body against his own, Spike ignored their clothes and started to lead the way towards the kitchen. "Come on. You should eat something, replenish yourself." Buffy looked perplexed. "Why? You didn't take that much." "No, but he will." Spike didn't bother to respond to the look of fear that crossed her face, knowing that they both knew she had nothing to fear. * * * * * Buffy sighed as she washed the shampoo from her hair, enjoying the sensation of hot water beating down on her head and back, soothing her muscles. After Spike had led her to the kitchen to eat a healthy array of food, Buffy finally decided to address the issue of her nudity and the fact that she was incredibly sweaty and sticky. Much to Spike's dismay, she went to take a shower...alone. Suddenly, the shower door was pulled open, freezing cold air gusting into the small, steamy confined space. Buffy gasped and turned around, not surprised to Angel standing the doorway, very naked. She felt self-conscious for some reason and wiped at the streams of water sliding down her face. She had no reason to be, but there was just something about the way he approached her that made those little butterflies start fluttering inside her stomach. Maybe it was that unique look that radiated from his eyes. That one made her melt into a puddle on the floor. "Hi," she said meekly. Angel smiled and drew her into his cool embrace. A few hours away was too long to be away from her or Spike. Okay, maybe just her. "Hi," he responded. As their bodies became flush against each other, Buffy shivered. "Cold." "It'll warm up." Angel looked at her with the expression of a predator as he grabbed her arms and pushed her back against a tile wall. Buffy wasn't sure if the chill circulating through her system was a result of the tile, Angel's forceful behavior, or her unending desire for both vampires. Using both hands to keep her firmly against the tile, Angel slid slowly to the tile floor, kissing a wavy pathway on her body as he went. "I missed you," he announced between kisses. Buffy gasped slightly in pain after his hands slipped past her hips and over her thighs where Angel's thumbs swept inward. "Uh..." She had completely forgotten about Spike's bite and never even thought to consider how she'd explain it to Angel that she let Spike bite her first. "Angel, I can--" She looked down to see his big, brown eyes staring right back at her, reflecting confusion. "You let him bite you?" Buffy snaked a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him up to his full height. "It wasn't planned. He had been teasing me and I wanted him to stop, so I offered..." She saw the hurt on his face and didn't know what to say to make it go away. It was never her intention to hurt Angel, especially with something like this. "I want you... to bite me too." The words just came out, all she could think of. She regretted the way it sounded the second she spoke and winced visibly, not sure how to take it back. "Are you just saying that?" "No! I let Spike bite me because I trust him," Buffy said, almost on the verge of tears. She wasn't supposed to hurt them, not like this. "I trust both of you now. If you had both been there I would have let you both bite me then. I promise I didn't mean anything by it." Her voice became more desperate with each phrase she spoke, wanting nothing more than to make this whole situation okay. "I shouldn't..." Angel brushed a hand through her hair, calming her and smoothing the wet locks off her face. He tried to reassure her that he wasn't angry with her, but there weren't words that seemed appropriate. "Yes, you should," Buffy persisted. "How much did he take?" "Not much...and I ate afterwards. Spike insisted." Buffy forced a smile as she was still caught between so many emotions. Spike had talked to her a bit while she had been eating, but he didn't say it was going to be so difficult. Angel looked shocked. "He knew." Buffy nodded. "Angel, he only bit my thigh. Right here," she said as she grabbed his hand and placed it against her neck. "For you." Angel growled deep in his throat, still a bit bothered that Spike had tasted her first, but unable to deny her or himself. Especially after discovering all Spike had done to prepare her for him. She wanted this. She trusted him. Spike tasted her *first*. His demon raged against the confines of the soul, demanding that action be taken. With his powerful hands, Angel lifted her up and slammed her back against the tile. Buffy cried out in pain, but Angel paid no attention to it. He concentrated on moving her legs around his waste and her arms around his neck. The initial pain felt when Angel pushed her against the tile was fading quickly and as Angel slid his thick cock into her, Buffy had far more important things to be concerned with. His hands and weight kept her pinned against the wall as he pulled back and slammed fiercely into her. Buffy cried out again, but this time in ecstasy. With every move of his pelvis against hers, Buffy's back was pressed hard into the cold, white tile, making her arms and legs strain and her body throb with intense arousal. Angel grunted and rubbed his hands up and down Buffy's sides as he raised his head to look her directly in the eye. The kiss that he captured her lips in surprised her and just about literally sucked the breath out of her. Angel continued the ferocious attack on her mouth until Buffy moaned in protest and he pulled back so she could breathe. "Bite me, Angel," Buffy pleaded, her hand trying to drag his head down to her neck. Without further encouragement, his fangs descended and he struck at her neck. Every muscle in Buffy's body flexed as Angel marked her. It only took a matter of seconds before her orgasm hit and she screamed his name. He continued to pound into her until he joined her on her flight over the edge and filled her with his seed. Angel softened and slipped from her body making Buffy moan and cling to him as her legs fell to the tile floor. His weight was held up by one arm against a wall and Angel used the other to keep Buffy on her feet with him. "Don't look at me like that," Buffy snapped. Angel scowled at her. "Like what?" "Like you're consumed with guilt and about to apologize. You don't say your sorry for something like *that*." Angel opened his mouth to speak again, but Buffy interrupted, not willing to let him ruin the moment. "In case you weren't listening, I liked that...very much." Happiness washed over him as he leaned forward to touch their foreheads together. Buffy moved her arms around his waist. "I know I was reluctant at first, I was scared. But, I'm dealing just fine. Don't hide what you are from me. You don't scare me, I know you can't hurt me intentionally." "How do you know that?" Angel asked defiantly. "Because if you did, I'd kick your ass and spend the rest of eternity with Spike," Buffy responded honestly, a touch of malice in her tone. Angel growled deeply and pushed her back against the tile. She showed no sign that his possessive nature frightened her, looking at him with complete seriousness. "That's how I know." * * * * * Angel stroked Buffy's hands with his own, their fingers loosely entwined on Spike's back. Her chest rose ever so slightly with every even breath she took. Buffy was sound asleep on her back between Angel's spread legs, her own legs open to accommodate Spike. The younger vampire rested with his head buried between her breasts, hands resting on Angel's thighs. Although they each had a very busy day, it wasn't enough to keep them apart when the night drew near. Her lovers had made sweet, tender love to her for hours. All teasing and roughness was forgotten in favor of thanking her for everything she'd given them that one day. Thanking her for her trust, for her life...for her. Buffy hadn't completely understood the need for that, but wisely, she hadn't said anything about it. "She's exhausted," Angel said softly to the younger vampire that he knew wasn't sleeping. Spike smiled tiredly. "Four hours with me will do that to her." Angel cleared his throat and glared at the platinum blond head. Spike sighed and ran his fingers up his sire's ribs. "Yeah, yeah, and you." His muscles twitched, but Angel showed no other indications of how much the small movement affected him. Part of that had to do with Buffy, who was blocking his growing erection from view. "Why aren't you sleeping?" "Can't," Spike explained. "Not with her taste still fresh in my mouth. So bloody marvelous." "I can't believe you--" Spike interrupted before a fight broke out between them and Buffy woke up. "I left the best part for you, mate. 'Sides, you weren't around and I sure as hell wasn't going to turn down *that* offer..." A moment of silence passed, before Angel spoke again. "I didn't think anything could taste that sweet," he said, accepting the reality that he couldn't be mad at Spike. After tasting Buffy himself, he couldn't. "Hey, no talking about me like I'm a buffet," Buffy mumbled, sleepily. "We were being nice," Spike offered in their defense. He turned his head slightly to kiss a spot on her chest before he returned to his original position. Buffy's skin tingled from his kiss, but it wasn't enough to let them off the hook. "Don't care. You ever want it to happen again, I'm not food to you." "Awww, pet," Spike began shifting his body and using the bed to push his weight off her. "But you taste so good. Every last part of you." To emphasize his point, Spike began to place light kisses on her breasts, stopping briefly to suckle at her nipples. Buffy gasped and tried to move her hands to Spike's head, but Angel held them firmly on the bed on either side of their bodies. Instead, she squirmed, moving against both men in retaliation. Her legs moved to circle loosely around Spike as he kissed the soft flesh between her breasts. She circulated her hips to rub her ass against Angel's cock, and her pelvis against Spike's. Arching into Spike's mouth, Buffy moaned, "Mmm...lower." Spike smiled against her and began a slow, torturous path down her body. "Here?" He asked in teasing, dipping his tongue into her belly button. "Lower." Bypassing the area he knew she was directing him to, Spike kissed past her lower stomach, hip bone and finally down to the top of her thigh. "SPIKE!" Buffy shrieked, her eyes flying open to give him a deadly look. He paused and returned the look with the most innocent expression he had. "You said lower." Rapidly, Angel's hands left Buffy's and reached down to grab Spike by the hair and he shoved the face of the younger vampire between Buffy's legs. "She wants your mouth...here." "She should have said so," Spike explained before descending his lips to Buffy's clit. The shock of the contact sent Buffy's free hands flying up to grasp at Angel's shoulders. Angel's hands touched Buffy's stomach and he leaned his mouth down to her ear. "Isn't that what you want, Buffy?" "God, yes!" Her body was torn between pain and pleasure but pleasure was winning out quickly. She was sore from all the day's previous activities, but not *that* sore. She yelled out again as Angel's hands enclosed on her breasts and he squeezed the tender flesh firmly. "Oh please, don't stop!" Angel chuckled. "Don't stop what, baby? You have to tell him what you want or Spike won't know what to do." Spike growled at Angel, but didn't bother to raise his head from Buffy causing new and interesting vibrations to shoot through her body from the mouth surrounding her clitoris. "That! Don't stop doing that! Suck my clit," Buffy said desperately. As Spike's mouth built her towards orgasm, Buffy used her hold on Angel's shoulders to grind against Angel's cock and Spike's mouth simultaneously. Angel growled and tightened his hold on her breasts, sliding his fingers up to the peaks to capture her tight nipples between his fingers. "So good. So, so, good," Buffy crooned. One arm draped over her stomach to keep her from bucking and Spike lowered his other hand to the spot between her legs where his mouth was. Three fingers entered her slick passage and pumped into her willing body. A shriek erupted from her as a result of the invasion and she slammed her hips up to maximize the contact with Spike's mouth and fingers. With blunt teeth and an unnatural sense of gentleness, Spike bit down on her clit and Buffy's whole body tensed as she came. Spike looked up watch Buffy's reaction but his sire's face drew his attention away from her. All of Buffy's squirming clearly had him plenty worked up, but she had come and fallen still before he had a chance to find release. Angel's jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed to slits as he tried to demonstrate his control. Her body was slick with sweat other substances, Spike pushed Buffy to the bed beside Angel. Spike was pulled both by a physical and invisible force to Angel's mouth. As his hands grabbed the headboard for support, his lower body took over for Buffy, rubbing his own hard cock against the needy flesh of his sire. Angel half-moaned, half-whimpered into the kiss as he clutched at Spike's arms and bounced his hips to counter Spike's movements. "You want something, Angel?" Spike asked cheekily as he pulled away from the elder man. He knew Angel had only been trying to tease Buffy earlier when implying Spike needed instructions, but that didn't mean he couldn't have any fun. "You want to die, boy?" Angel asked, his voice low and hoarse with need but threatening. Spike's smirk faded a bit, but didn't disappear completely. Reclaiming Angel's lips, he ground his hips forward, stimulating both of their cocks. Long minutes passed before Angel's orgasm hit and he shot his dead seed onto both of their bodies as a result of the contact with his childe. Spike started to pull away from Angel but stopped and looked at Angel in surprise when a hand enclosed around his aching staff and began to pump him. Angel's free hand wrapped around the back of Spike's head, gripping the short hairs as he drew Spike forward to his neck. Both males let their demons come forth as they buried their mouths in each other's neck, fangs digging deep into soft flesh. The taste of his sire's blood combined with the remaining flavor of Buffy's was more than Spike could handle and his orgasm was immediate. Angel withdrew from Spike's neck quickly after feeling Spike's emissions on his stomach, but the younger male was far too lost in ecstasy to realize he was still drinking heavily from his sire. The grip in his hair tightened and Angel growled Spike's name, forcing him to stop drinking. Spike licked at the wound he'd created and then leaned his forehead against Angel's shoulder. Ignoring their sticky skin, Angel effortlessly moved Spike to one side of his body and drew Buffy's sleeping form against his other before joining them both in sleep. Return to Fiction Index Return to Fiction Index "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" TM and © (or copyright) Fox and its related entities. All rights reserved. Any reproduction, duplication or distribution of these materials in any form is expressly prohibited. Fiction at this site is unofficial. Zero profit, zero intent to harm. Just a little fun. |