Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17 for excessive sex and language. B/A, B/S, B/A/S. "Six cemeteries, two parks, a playground, and nothing. What is tonight like Halloween or something?" Buffy frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. Like bodyguards, Spike and Angel walked on either side of her, their eyes roaming the surrounding area both for other predators and any sight of Buffy's friends. Another night with her patrolling while they waited impatiently at home was not an option to be considered anymore. They couldn't stand to be without her for that long, so Spike and Angel promised to keep things secret for a while longer and she allowed them to join her on patrols. "I wouldn't say 'nothing,' baby," Angel said. One side of his mouth quirked up as he looked at her through the corner of one eye. Buffy purposely ignored his words, knowing she got a lot more than "nothing" at the park and playground. "How am I supposed to have any fun if the bad guys won't come out and play?" Spike slipped an arm around her waist and looked at her with a suggestive glint in his eyes. "I've got some ideas..." Buffy smacked him lightly on the chest. "Down boy. We're patrolling now." Despite the phrasing, Buffy was also talking to her own body as it immediately responded to the slightest implication of sex. Not even the recent memories of being thrown up against a tree and fucked by Angel or Spike taking her on the slide at the local playground could completely prevent the feelings that blossomed inside of her. It struck her as slightly odd that there was a constant sexual charge between them, but she never allowed herself too much time to think about it. If the world was going to end sometime in the near future...she might as well go out with a bang. Retracting his arm from her, Spike's expression turned grumpy. "Fine, but when we get you home, I'm gonna have my way with you. You won't be walking for weeks...at least." "You say it like that and it doesn't sound all that good," Buffy said, slightly disturbed. "Oh, but it will be," he assured her. Both of his arms found their way around her and he leaned his head towards her ear to whisper. "Do you want to know what I'd do to you?" "Yes," she said in a barely audible whisper. Keeping his voice low and his mouth near her ear, Spike detailed his plans slowly. "I'll start out so slow--drive you completely mad." Although she didn't say anything, his senses picked up on her increased heartbeat and breathing. She'd never admit to it, but he knew how much she adored long, drawn-out, torturous pleasure. "First, I'd spend about an hour just tasting you. I'd kiss every part of you until you're begging me for more..." Buffy gave him a skeptical look even though she knew he could have her begging in minutes. Maybe seconds. "You sure about that begging part?" "Oh yeah," he said slowly, but confidently. Buffy shivered at the heat in his voice. "But just to be safe, I'd help," Angel whispered into her other ear. Buffy jumped, having been so focused on Spike that she didn't even sense Angel's closeness. Not that she stood a chance with Mr. Stealthy, anyway. "Just to make sure he doesn't miss *anything*," Angel said, one hand running lightly over her arm. He had been keeping quiet for most of the night, but always entered the conversation at the right moment with just the right words and just the right touch. Buffy was accustomed to his usual silence, knowing his actions always spoke louder than his words. Buffy took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on moving her feet one after another in a direction that she hoped was towards the cemetery. This game had been repeated throughout the few hours they had been on patrol, their plans shifting from verbal teasing to sex and finally a quick sweep around each area to verify there was no evil--other than the two at her side--around them. Many times, Buffy regretted allowing them to tag along, but every time she found herself pressed up against one of their hard bodies or had their voice whispering in her ear, regret was ignored and Buffy accepted her fate. "Then what?" Spike moved behind her and continued their walking with his feet spread on the outside of hers. Mindful of any unwanted listeners that lurked in the darkness, he kept his voice low and his mouth near to her ear. "Then, when you're so bloody hot and wet, I'd slide up your body and deep inside you with such ease...like you were made just for me." "Ahem," Angel interrupted. "Oh, sod off," Spike growled absently at his elder. Had his mind not been so full of sexual thoughts, he probably would have kept his mouth shut then. So, it was no surprise when he felt the familiar thwap at the back of his head and the accompanying look on Angel's face that clearly expressed he would pay for that later. Of course, he loved that look... "Boys!" Buffy hissed at them. "Save the macho crap for when I'm not around." Spike took notice of her expression; the mix of arousal and frustration coloring her face the most perfect shade of red. "Sorry luv. Now where was I..." Spike ran a finger up her side, then slid his entire palm around to flatten against her stomach. As his hand inched downward, Buffy's breath caught. "I think, right about..." "We're here," Angel informed them. A part of his attention had remained with Buffy and Spike, but while they were too distracted with each other, his senses were the only ones available to pick up on the trouble that awaited them at the final stop of the night. "And we've got company," Buffy said, pouting. Three vampires, in full game face, appeared from behind a group of trees. They snarled and appeared to puff their chests up like that would improve their chances against two very well known vampires and the Slayer. Buffy rolled her eyes, annoyed. Just when things were getting good... Surveying her competition for a moment, Buffy reached around her back to grab a stake. "I'll take the cute one, you guys take the others." Two eyebrows raised in question as Spike and Angel turned to look at Buffy. "Which one would that be, luv?" Spike asked. "Um...I...uh...cute?" Buffy squeaked. She had been so on edge thanks to Spike, the descriptive word had just stumbled out of her mouth. She hadn't thought about what she was saying, certainly not the reactions of her lovers. The threesome of vampires began to charge forward, giving her a much-needed distraction. "We have work to do." Spike glared at her back as she jogged towards their opponents. "You're not getting out of this that easily," he called after her as he followed, pulling a stake from his coat pocket. Buffy leapt into the air and kicked one of the three young vampires in the chest. He stumbled back, but only came at her again with more determination. Buffy eagerly accepted the challenge with a smile. Aside from what it did to her thinking process, the teasing from Spike and Angel since they walked out the front door was very energizing. The promise of all the wonderful things they would do to her when they returned home and the unresolved sexual tension she was feeling as a result gave her more than enough energy to take on all three vampires. Buffy and her lovers made quick work of the three that picked the wrong night and location for a hunt. Buffy only struggled with her opponent for a brief minute, the inexperienced vampire lacking any talent that could challenge her. Spike had staked his without so much as a punch while Angel tossed the other vampire around to stun him before slamming a stake into its heart. Buffy dusted herself off, then surveyed the rest of the cemetery for any sign of other trouble. Nothing caught her eye and no strange sounds could be heard, so she resolved that with no other leads, it was time to go home and be with her vampires. Turning on her heels and, Buffy headed in the direction of the exit and found herself trapped--by her lovers. "So..." Spike began, looking down into Buffy's startled eyes. "What was it you were saying about one of those blokes being cute?" "Oh...cute?" Buffy asked nervously. "I didn't say--" She was finding it hard to think up a good story with both males standing there in front of her looking so delicious. Both wore black jeans and dark tops, Spike complimenting his dark crimson shirt with his trademark duster. "I said 'ugly.' Those guys were completely ugly. Yuck." Spike closed in on her in a predatory fashion, making a part of her mind suggest running while the other part was eager for his "attack." He circled her, finally stopping behind her, moving both arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Vampire hearing, pet. We heard you." Lying was clearly not getting her anywhere. "Okay, so what if I did? Am I not allowed to look at other males?" Buffy craned her neck to look at him as best as she could. "No," Spike answered her, firmly. He swept her hair off one shoulder and began to place delicate kisses along the column of her neck. Despite her body reacting to Spike's actions, Buffy couldn't help but laugh. Vampires could be so out-dated sometimes. "Oh really? And how do you plan to enforce that?" "Lock you away in our bedroom and fuck you senseless for the rest of eternity," he whispered into her ear. An intense shiver made it's way down her spine, physically shaking her. "Oh, well, in that case..." Erotic thoughts planted firmly in her mind and the gentle touch of Spike's lips against her neck caused Buffy's knees to buckle. Instead of keeping her upright, Spike guided them both down to their knees in the grass. The touch on her neck became more intense, Spike's tongue joining the events and tracing her pulse as it throbbed beneath her skin. "Spike," Buffy whined weakly. "We're in a cemetery!" "So?" He questioned between wet kisses. Realizing she didn't have much of an argument or control over herself, Buffy surrendered her body to his touch, and mumbled one last complaint. "If anyone catches us, you are so dead..." Spike bit back the comment about her being surrounded by the dead, knowing that would only put her out of the mood and he wouldn't get what he wanted. "Stop thinking, pet." Blanketing her body with his, Spike's fingers worked quickly on the buttons of Buffy's denim shorts and under her top to undo the front snap of her white, satin bra. Frustrated by her T-shirt, Spike slid his claws through the thin fabric, baring her entirely to his questing hands. The shorts were shoved down her thighs as far as they could be along with her soaking panties. He forced himself to be mindful of their public location, ignoring the urging of his daring mind to remove all barriers between himself and her skin. More stupid fledglings could show up or something worse and they would have to run. As much as he and Angel would love to see her running naked through Sunnydale, that wasn't a sight for anyone else to view. Undoing his jeans, Spike then pushed her forward so she was on her hands and knees in the soft grass. His eyes darted between Buffy's semi-naked form and his sire who was watching them both with fire in his eyes as he approached slowly. Smirking, Spike ran one hand over Buffy's slit, coating his fingers in her delicious juices and making her squirm. "Inside. I need you inside me," Buffy pleaded. Spike grinned and continued with his tormenting activities. After a few minutes of her whimpering, he traded his fingers for his cock, skimming it over her wet flesh and lightly bumping her clit when he neared the tender spot. "Spiiike!" Buffy whined, desperately. Although they were in a cemetery at night, it was Sunnydale and cemeteries were just about as popular as anywhere else, so he decided tormenting could wait until they got home. With one swift movement, led only by his sense of touch, Spike drove into her body and she yelped a grateful, "Yes!" "Ah hell, luv. You're so tight." In response, Buffy clenched her muscles around him, making Spike growled and increased his grip on her hips. His demon released, Spike's claws bit into her soft flesh but neither of them was coherent enough to notice or care. Panting, Buffy lifted her head and shook the hair from her face only to find Angel kneeling in front of her. He silently asked her a question with his eyes, and Buffy nodded, unable to speak. As Spike slid deeply into her slick passage in long, powerful thrusts, Buffy licked her lips and watched as Angel released his erection from his pants and stroked it gently in front of her. One hand guided his cock to her mouth while the other held the back of her head gently. Buffy took Angel into her mouth, moving her lips up and down at a pace equal to Spike's thrusts so she could saw back and forth between her lovers. "Fuck, Buffy!" Angel shouted as Buffy's tongue swept hard across the bottom of his length, striking a nerve that had long since been denied that kind of touch. Head bowed down, Angel watched Buffy's head move, his mind swirling with mangled thoughts, confusion and pure bliss. What he had done to deserve this or any reward was beyond him, but he wasn't going to jinx the situation. Spike's movements sped up and Buffy was unable to keep up with the speed. She moaned slightly in protest, but Spike was too close to his release and she had to fight for control of her own body so Spike's jerky movements didn't push her too far into Angel. Angel was somewhat aware of her dilemma and maneuvered his own simple thrusts in a way that kept Buffy from gagging. Finally, with a quiet growl--so no unnecessary attention was drawn to them--Spike stabbed into her once more, filling her with his seed. His last movement bumped her in all the right places, sending her over the edge mere seconds after him. Her scream around Angel's cock and Spike pulling out of her did not disturb her focus on her task. As Buffy's fingers curled into the grass, she sucked as hard as ever on Angel's thick staff. Buffy and Spike had managed to control their noise, but Angel was anything but concerned with how much attention he drew to them. His balls tightened and he howled up to the sky as his orgasm hit. Buffy swallowed his emissions until he was soft then released him and collapsed to the ground on her stomach. The damp grass connected with her bare skin and she scowled and whimpered. "Cold, cold, cold." Both vampires chuckled as they refastened their pants and hauled her up to her knees again. Angel scooted forward and helped replace the clothes of the worn-out Slayer, smiling at the look of satisfaction on her face. She had the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips, her eyes barely open and her whole body was covered in the most amazing pink glow. It was a glow that was both a result of her arousal and Spike's sloppy suction of her neck and shoulders. Angel smiled and tried to picture Buffy's appearance after he and Spike had properly inspected her entire being with their mouths and hands. "You've gotten very good at that," Angel said, kissing her lips. "I'm gonna to have to return the favor when we get back home." When she was as covered as possible, they helped her up to her feet and Spike held her there in case her legs weren't ready for the responsibility of supporting the rest of her. Looking down at her shirt which was dirty, torn, and hardly covering her, Buffy sighed. "Coat." "What?" Spike asked. Buffy held out a hand to stress her point. "Give me your coat unless you want me flashing all of Sunnydale..." Spike's eyes widened as realization struck and he quickly abandoned his jacket to wrap around Buffy's shoulders and cover her. Sliding her arms into the jacket, Buffy buttoned it closed. Spike's thick duster wasn't exactly a popular fashion statement or a wise choice during Sunnydale's summer months, but it was better than getting arrested for indecent exposure. "You two are going to have to start buying me new clothes if you keep shredding what I already have." "He shredded, I watched," Angel explained. "Just as bad," Buffy said, smiling uncontrollably. Angel smiled and brushed a hand against Buffy's cheek. "It'll be a small price to pay." "You two haven't been shopping with me," Buffy giggled as her lovers each wrapped an arm around her waist and she did the same to them. "Come on, let's go home." Buffy leaned her head against Angel as they walked. "All those promises you made earlier are gonna keep you very busy." * * * "Home?" a voice in the distance asked in utter shock. The rest of the Scooby Gang looked to Xander with similar expressions: jaws slack, eyes wide, all disbelieving. They had heard a loud shout and came running to this side of the cemetery, but never in their wildest dreams had they imagined they'd see... The initial reaction to race forward and help their friend was curved when they all saw Buffy wasn't struggling. She was looking at the vampires with longing in her eyes, arching into their hold on her. "She couldn't possibly..." Willow finally managed to say. There had to be some good reason why Buffy would be with Angel *and* Spike in such a...compromising situation. "I believe she has," Giles interrupted with extreme disappointment. He turned away and began walking in the opposite direction. Willow led Oz to follow after the Librarian, but Xander shrugged off Cordelia's attempts to do the same. 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