Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17 for excessive sex and language. B/A, B/S, A/S, B/A/S. Something had pulled Buffy to her former lover, something she couldn't identify or control. One minute, she had been standing in awe at the sight of him, the next, she was racing towards the stairs and jumping into his welcoming arms. She couldn't quite understand how he could be here. She'd sent him to another dimension with a sword in his gut. He was supposed to be gone forever and yet she could feel his body beneath her hands and taste the flavor of his kisses that was so uniquely Angel. Without considering the blond vampire standing in the main room, mouth agape in complete shock, Angel carried his love out of sight. Buffy held tight to his body using the strength of her arms and legs while Angel used his free hands to safely get them into the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed, immediately resuming his hold on her. The master bedroom was simple, but a true reflection of Angelus's personality. Dark navy drapes and bed covers complimented the cherry wood dresser, night tables, and four poster bed frame. Small lamps on the walls above each night table were illuminated, making just enough light so that Buffy could see. She tried to ignore the fact that this room once belonged to Angelus, that it was his place of rest, pleasure, and torment. The calming caress of Angel's hands and mouth helped destroy any negative thoughts in her scattered brain. "We shouldn't..." As Buffy spoke, she arched her neck further, allowing Angel to have as much access as possible to her throat. He groaned as her hands shoved at his shoulders, trying to force his jacket and shirt off his body. "Nope, this is very, very wrong," he answered automatically. Angel's hands abandoned her hips long enough to help her remove his jacket and his lips left her neck only for a brief second as his shirt was ripped over his head and thrown carelessly across the room. His hands slowly crept up Buffy's waist, dragging her shirt along the upward path. Angel kept his grip strong to keep her from falling off of his lap. The door flew open and slammed against the wall as Spike stepped into the room, distracting Buffy and Angel from each other. It had taken him a moment to compose his thoughts, the shock of seeing Angel at the top of those stairs and then Buffy attacking him had been just too much. Making an exasperated sound at the sight of them on the bed, Spike proceeded to shout at them like they weren't just across the room. "Do I need to remind you what happens when you two go at it?!" "No." Buffy looked over her shoulder at Spike and smiled. "Come here." Spike blinked and finally recognized the sensual invitation she posed to be. Hair tousled from Angel's roaming hands, shirt bunched up just below her breasts, lips swollen and nearly bruised from the intensity of Angel's kiss; she was nothing short of mesmerizing. Her voice and her sweet smile entranced Spike. Before he knew it, he was shrugging his jacket to the floor and moving to stand behind Buffy, his hands suddenly itching to touch her. Buffy's attention returned to focus on Angel, her mouth claiming his mere seconds after she'd encouraged Spike to join them. Spike watched the two as they kissed passionately, his hands working slowly on the buttons of his black shirt. While Angel assaulted her mouth and his hands roamed over her stomach and thinly covered breasts, Spike's hands touched the muscles in her back and shoulders as his lips caressed her neck and spine. Irritated that her T-shirt was preventing him from touching bare skin, he lifted it until she grabbed the hem and removed it completely. Angel immediately reached for the bare flesh of her uncovered breasts while Spike dropped to his knees and his lips trailed along her back. After several long moments, Buffy pushed away from Angel and squeezed out from between the two males, their pleasurable attack on her body finally becoming too much. As she stretched on her back, one hand reached out for Angel's arm, drawing him down on top of her to claim his kiss. Angel gave one last look to Spike before focusing all of his attention on the beautiful woman beneath him. Spike received the silent message conveyed in the older vampire's eyes and started towards another spot in the room where he could watch. Buffy caught his retreat out of the corner of her eye and she pushed Angel away. "Wait," she panted. "Spike first." "What?" Both vampires said, simultaneously. Shocked expressions met with the lusty grin on Buffy's face. Nibbling on her bottom lip, nervous, and even more aroused by their gazes, Buffy explained. "This is...new. I want to do something I've never done before." "If it's what you want," Angel said hesitantly. Recognizing the hurt in his eyes, Buffy quickly caught his attention, cupping his face in her hands. "Baby, you and I can do something even more fun afterwards." She grinned foolishly, distracting her dark love from any thoughts of favoritism. Few words had been exchanged between them since Buffy and Spike had first arrived at the mansion and surely Angel had his questions about their arrival together. Now was not the time for explanations though and Buffy hoped Angel would grant her wish without objection. Satisfied with her response Angel kissed her forehead before moving to lean against one of the bedposts at the end of the bed. He would trust her choice in asking for Spike first, but he would not go so far away that he could not intervene. Spike knew better than to challenge his sire, at least when it came to women they shared. The consequences of rebellion were far worse than the benefits of cooperation. Eager for the opportunity to have the Slayer all to himself, Spike knelt on the bed and reached out to her. Starting at her feet, he smoothed a gentle touch up her legs, her denim shorts getting in the way of his investigation. The thick material was unable to contain the heat radiating from her. His body followed the trail of his hands, a slow, gentle brush of his skin on hers occurring sporadically. Eventually, his face neared hers and he immediately claimed her lips. Spike's hands brushed her face briefly then slid back down her body. Soft touches traveled down the length of her body, stopping at her hips where the denim shorts were encountered. Hands working of their own control, Spike's mind was entirely engrossed in the erotic battle of tongue versus tongue as he kissed the half-naked Slayer beneath him. Quickly undoing the buttons on her shorts with one talented hand, Spike pulled away from Buffy's mouth and slid down her body. Occasional wet kisses were dropped onto exposed flesh as he traveled to the foot of the bed, taking her shorts and simple white cotton panties with him. At the foot of the bed, Spike removed all remaining articles of his clothing as well. Both he and Angel were focused on her nude form, watching as she shook slightly with desire and a bit of nerves. Finally, their clothes piled on the floor, there were no more obstacles in Buffy and Spike's way. He crawled onto the bed, moving towards her like a cat to its prey. He stopped at her dark nest of curls, placing a light, teasing kiss there. "Spike..." He smiled and repeated the action, enjoying the sounds of her pleas. Two fingers snuck between her legs, finding her opening and sliding in. Buffy gasped at the intrusion, a stab of pleasure rushing to the area where Spike's attention was focused. He twisted and pumped the digits inside her, but he avoided the one spot she wanted touched the most. She cried out, her voice skipping octaves as each movement of his hand surprised her. Unable to stand anymore teasing, Buffy reached for Spike's hair and yanked him up her body. She kissed him hard, then lifted her own head until her lips reached his ear. In a deep, threatening voice, she whispered, "Use your fangs--without my OK--and I promise you that this will be the last fuck you're on the giving end of. Got me?" Spike swallowed and nodded gently. In the background Angel smiled but a glance from his soon-to-be lover drew forth the realization that Buffy was referring to him as well. Not that he was planning on biting her, but the threat was taken seriously, coming from the Slayer who could and would follow through on it. "Good, now hurry up. I can't take much more of this torture," she whimpered. Buffy's hands griped at Spike's shoulders, squeezing the muscles reflexively. Spike chuckled and complied, not one to deny the wishes of the woman lying beneath him, panting in desire--for him. One hand slipped between her legs, fingering her sensitive flesh again and ensuring she was truly ready for him. He was completely convinced when his hand came away dripping with her secretions, which he licked away hungrily. Guiding his cock with one hand, Spike kept his eyes glued to Buffy's as he entered her ever so slowly. Her body tensed with his entry, a broken gasp escaping her lips as his body became flush with hers, his cock fully inside of her. Spike pulled back and thrust again, as slow and as gently as his initial entry. Buffy realized that he was not only going slowly for the sake of drawing out their mutual enjoyment, but to also keep from hurting her. She had only been with Angel one night--one time--and it seemed like an eternity ago. Buffy's arms moved around Spike's neck, giving her more leverage to push her body up into his. The incredible tension in her body was far greater than any pain he could cause her. Breasts crushed against his chest and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her channel. "Again..." Buffy begged. She tightened her legs around his hips, trying to encourage him to move more quickly and with more force. He pulled back, intending to enter her slowly again, but Buffy would have none of it. Squeezing her arms and legs around Spike, she slammed up to him, burying his cock as deep into her body as she thought possible for it to go. Spike let out a loud, uncontrollable yell. He had intended to tease her and build her pleasure for a bit longer before demonstrating the power she would encounter with a vampire lover. Apparently, the tiny Slayer had other plans. He certainly wasn't going to complain. A steady rhythm began quickly, their bodies colliding with equal force from each of them. Spike sped up his thrusts and for some reason, wasn't surprised when Buffy matched his speed, never missing a beat of their frenzied movement. It was like she could read his intentions through his eyes. Holding his weight with one hand on the pillow beside her head, Spike lowered his other hand to Buffy's clit. "Oh god," Buffy gasped. A fire that had been building under her skin since the first touch of Angel exploded into an inferno when Spike's fingers found her most sensitive spot. He twisted and pressed down on the swolen bit of flesh, all while continuing to slam his lower body into hers. Without any kind of warning, Buffy let out a brief shriek before crying out Spike's name at the top of her lungs as she came. Already just barely holding on, the sound of his name on her lips sent Spike over the edge as well. As he calmed down slightly, Spike placed repetitive kisses across Buffy's forehead, nose, lips, and jaw. "You are amazing, Luv." Buffy smiled at the compliment then began to gather her strength and courage for Angel, not forgetting he was next. Angel discarded the rest of his clothes quickly, knowing he could be with his girl once she was coherent again. Spike finally pushed himself off of Buffy and forced his body to leave the bed and stand, despite the growing urge to spend the rest of his existence between the Slayer's legs. Angel slid down onto his side next to Buffy, one hand slipping gently over the sweaty skin of her arm while his lips danced over a shoulder. He didn't expect her sudden movement that threw him onto his back with Buffy across his stomach, mixed juices from both her and Spike leaking out onto his skin. She leaned forward and teased him with the prospect of her kiss, but moved away from his lips towards his ear. "Feel up to something 'more fun'?" She hissed, unable to contain a small laugh when he groaned desperately. Buffy had no idea where this daring and open attitude had come from, but now was not the time to mentally debate her emotional issues. Using his shoulders for leverage, Buffy pushed herself down, sliding her slippery sex over his bare skin, her heat warming his cool flesh. She settled on her knees between his slightly spread legs, watching with innocent curiosity as his hands nearly ripped the sheets to shreds and his cock pulsed with need. With absolutely no experience in oral sex, Buffy had to rely on instinct for what she was about to do. One hand reached out to caress the flesh jutting out from his body, her fingers attempted to circle him, then slid towards the tip and back down to the base. A tentative lick swiped at the thick tip of his cock, making him jump slightly. The odd taste of pre-cum filled her mouth, but didn't deter her from continuing with the task at hand. Slowly, Buffy sucked his flesh into her mouth, not quite confident enough to take him all the way into her throat...yet. Angel didn't seem to mind and from the garbled words of encouragement that spilled from his lips to the tense shaking of his legs, Buffy assumed he had no plans of protesting anytime soon. She began a rhythm of raising and lowering her head, taking in as much of him as she could without activating her gag reflex. The swirl of her tongue along the length of him brought out a nearly primal growl from the vampire laying at her mercy. Storing that bit of information away, Buffy continued to experiment and try different movements to see what kind of response they produced. A gentle hand wove into her hair, attempting to pull her away from his cock. Angel had been aroused from the moment he saw her and after watching her with Spike then feeling her lips enclose around him, he was lost to sensation and whatever control he had over his body was thrown out the window. A part of his brain reminded him that she was incredibly new at all this and that he should pull her away before he came, but all thoughts in his mind seemed to be easily ignored and forgotten while Buffy was working some sort of magic with her mouth. During her earlier experimenting, Buffy had thought about her reaction, whether she would pull away, spit or swallow. Something had just seemed very wrong to her about the first two options, so without much consideration, Buffy's mind was made up. She knew what he was trying when his hand reached her hair, but she gently pushed it away. Surprised and incredibly turned on, Angel's head flopped back onto the bed. "I'm coming..." he managed to groan before jets of his seed erupted into her mouth and she accepted the invasion. Holding his cock with both hands, Buffy kept her lips around the head and relaxed as she swallowed every last drop of fluid that flooded her mouth. Angel remained on his back, unable to move, for several long minutes. Buffy tried to wait patiently, but giving him a blow job had reawakened her own arousal and she desperately wanted to ease the tension within her body. With a casual look over her shoulder, she called Spike back to the bed. He knelt behind her, attaching his mouth to the crook of her neck. She moaned as he found a particularly special spot behind her ear and ran his tongue over the flesh. Angel watched them both, acutely aware of the fact that they were teasing him on purpose. Spike had one hand buried between Buffy's legs, several fingers obviously pumping into her core, while the other pinched her erect nipples. He was drawing out the most incredible sounds of mounting pleasure from the little blond Slayer. Angel was painfully hard after only a few minutes. Being a vampire did have quite a few advantages. Only able to lay there and watch them for little bit, Angel soon sat up and yanked Buffy out of Spike's embrace. The two tangled their bodies together, kissing and caressing whatever skin they could come in contact with. "Hey, I wasn't done with her..." Spike joked. Grinding their lower bodies together and groping her firm breasts, Angel brought Buffy to her second orgasm of the night. Her eyes closed tightly and she screamed. Buffy collasped against Angel, panting heavily. Realizing that Angel was still hard, Buffy smiled and moved her hips against him. Ignoring the feeling of weakness her orgasm had created, Buffy moved to kiss Angel as her lower body continued to gyrate against him. "Spike, my purse," Buffy said between kisses. Spike frowned at the odd request, but fetched the small purse from a chair and handed it to Buffy. Buffy tore herself away from Angel, just long enough to search through her purse for the item she wanted. Producing a small jar, she handed it over to Angel, an unspoken request becoming clear to both vampires. "Buffy, no." Angel protested sternly. "Don't tell me what to do. I told you, I wanted to do something new tonight." After tossing her purse to the floor, Buffy looked seriously at her dark-haired lover who tried to deny her what she wanted. Angel shook his head. "No...It will hurt, and you've already done lots of new. This can wait." His unbelievable need for her was powerful, but he still had enough sense to consider how she'd feel. "Are you going to do this or am I going to have to recruit Spike for the job? I'm sure he's up for it..." Growling at that particular idea, Angel grabbed her by the waist and tossed her face-up on the bed beside him. She squeaked in surprise, but opened her arms wide in invitation. Angel moved with superhuman speed, assaulting her body in the most wonderful way. While his lips fastened around one of her nipples, another hand dove between them to fondle the flesh between her legs. She writhed under his careful attention. Rising to his knees and dislodging himself from the temptation that was Buffy, Angel paused to determine how they were going to do this. With Buffy's comfort a main priority, he forced aside any feelings of jealousy and called Spike to the bed. Spike's brow creased in worry as he was beckoned, but he made his feet carry him over to the bed. Angel spoke an order, but the shock of the situation and the words that Angel had said somehow didn't register in Spike's mind. "Lie down," Angel repeated when Spike didn't do as he was told. Eyes wide, Spike looked Angel directly in the eye, checking to make sure it was he who was receiving the command. His mind raced through all the possible plans his sire could have. He followed the orders nonetheless, eyeing the older man warily. "Buffy," Angel began, watching her grow more worried with each passing second that went without an explanation for his directions. "Straddle his waist." "Wha--?" Buffy said, her body freezing and her heart suddenly pounding. "Hey," Angel said calmly, holding her chin in one hand and forcing her eyes to meet with his. "Do you trust me?" Buffy swallowed. "Of course." "Then, don't worry. This will make it easier on you." Angel watched as she followed his orders, still clearly doubting him, but not able to ignore her own passion and desire for this. It *was* her idea, after all. Spike finally realized the plan and just how much torture he was about to be subjected to. Laying beneath the naked body of the Slayer while his sire fucked her was not exactly his idea of a fun time. But, he reasoned, if she enjoyed this, there might be many repeat performances in the future. As Buffy sat awkwardly across Spike, her wet cleft swept against his hardening cock, making them both moan. Angel liberally spread the greasy Vaseline all over his manhood and Spike positioned Buffy as best he could. Her knees were pulled up towards Spike's shoulders and her torso pulled down against his body. His hands rubbed up and down her back, easing the tension there. "You sure you want this now?" Spike asked, giving Buffy another chance to reconsider her decision. "Yes," Buffy answered honestly. The nervousness in her voice didn't go unnoticed by either vampire, but her lust seemed far more apparent than any fear. "Relax, baby," Spike said. Angel suddenly slipped a finger into Buffy's anus, the excessive lubricant he had applied to his fingers making the way smooth. Buffy gasped as more fingers were added and she was stretched in preparation. Making her body respond to Spike's direction, Buffy started to whimper and sensations wracked her entire being. "Ready?" Angel asked. "Fuck yes. Now." Chuckling at her eagerness, Angel wedged her passage open with his fingers and eased into her. Spike saw the pain begin to reflect on Buffy's expression and drew her down for a kiss. He did his best to distract her with his tongue, as Angel buried himself completely within her. Buffy adjusted to the pain quickly and squeezed her muscles around Angel while she fought Spike for dominance of their kiss. Both were helpless to her movements. Angel cried out at the pressure Buffy created around him, but understood she was ready for him to move. Spike trailed his kisses from her mouth to her ear and down the long column of her throat. He kept himself busy with her neck, marking her with a hickey instead of the bite she refused to let them leave. "Angel, harder," Buffy begged. Mindless, Angel sped up, eventually pounding his pelvis against Buffy. Her encouraging words destroyed any fear that he was hurting her more than he was pleasing her. As she began to chant unintelligible phrases and words, signally her oncoming orgasm, Angel slid one arm under her waist and raised her away from Spike's body. Hips pumping on their own, Angel used one hand to find Buffy's clit and the other gripped Spike's erection. Spike gasped at the unexpected contact, forcing himself to remain still and not get in the way of his sire and Buffy. Placing her hands on Spike's shoulders, Buffy pushed back against Angel, meeting his every thrust, her eyes focused on Spike's face. Without warning, Buffy yelled out the names of both vampires as her orgasm shook her completely. Angel snarled and came as well, shooting his seed deep into Buffy. He pulled out of her immediately, but kept his hand moving on Spike's rigid cock. Buffy was mindful of Spike beneath her and somehow managed to slither out from between the males before collapsing on the bed beside them. Looking straight into Angel's eyes and seeing the desire within them, Spike couldn't hold back any longer and came with a fierce roar. Streams of milky white covered Spike's stomach and Angel's hand. Finally, Angel collapsed to the bed on the side of Spike that Buffy was not on. Both males closed their eyes and their bodies seemed to melt into the bed. Moments of near silence passed, with the exception of Buffy's breathing echoing through the room. The smell of sex was thick in the air, mixing with the sweet smell of Buffy's apple cinnamon shampoo. The dim light filling the room reflected of the three sweat-covered bodies on the bed. Just when the males began to completely relax, Spike's body nearly jackknifed off the bed as he felt the delicate touch of Buffy's tongue on his stomach, licking away his sticky emissions. "Oh, fuck..." 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. |