Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17. M/F, M/M, M/M/F Sex, blood play, angst. B/A, B/S, A/S, B/A/S. Summary: This is a sequel to the story "Fated." That story is recommended to be read before this one. Buffy, Spike & Angel are mated together because their relationship caused an uproar in the demon world and Buffy's life was endangered. A year later, this story picks up when the three are living happily together and trying to live a normal life. A certain figure from the past doesn't want to let that happen. * * * Spike sucked on the back of Buffy's neck and held her wrists on the pillow above her head as he entered her from behind at an achingly slow pace. With tenderness unnatural for a vampire, Spike made love to her, listening to the consistent whimpers and grunts coming from the beautiful woman stretched out beneath his weight. On a particularly hard thrust, Buffy cried out helplessly and tried to wiggle back against her lover. "Spike touch me, please." Her body was practically flat against the bed except for a thin pillow under her stomach, but with Spike's weight holding her firmly in place, her clitoris was denied the friction she desperately craved. "Not yet, baby," he whispered harshly then bit her shoulder hard enough for her to feel, but not enough to break the skin. "Spi-ike..." she whined, struggling to free her hands from his powerful grip. "Make me come!" Spike used his free hand to spank one cheek of her ass, hard enough to make it sting and draw a moan from Buffy's lips. "Giving orders, luv?" "Spike, PLEASE!" The pleasure her body felt was constantly heightened with each hard thrust of Spike's cock, but it just wasn't enough. "Please what?" His hand fell down against her ass two more times, wordlessly suggesting she was begging for the spanking as much as the orgasm he wouldn't let her achieve. "God, punish me later, fuck me now!" Buffy demanded. Her pleas spilled from her lips endlessly as he denied her the pleasure he built, but Spike ignored her and continued with his languid pace. Consumed with thoughts about the blond lover beneath him, Spike was completely oblivious to his other lover until it was too late. A hand reached between his body and Buffy's and clamped down tightly on the base of his cock. "FUCK!" Spike shouted and released Buffy's hands, arching back against the hard body that had mysteriously appeared behind him and now held him tight. "What?" Angel asked innocently. "You're denying her. Why can't I do the same to you?" "Sire, please," Spike gasped unnecessarily as Angel's fingers tightened around his throbbing cock to the point of pain. Angel pulled Spike back against his own naked form, yanking him from Buffy's passage and making her cry out in desperate need. "Tell you what. You can come after she does." With that vague command, Angel released his hold on Spike's cock, but kept one arm secured around the younger man's waist. "Buffy, turn your ass over. Spikey wants to apologize for teasing you so," Angel ordered gruffly, gently prodding her thigh with his free hand. Shaking with unfulfilled pleasure, Buffy flipped herself over and spread her legs wide for Spike as Angel shoved the younger man's head down to her pussy. Spike was tempted to disobey his sire and suffer the consequences later, but burying his head between the powerful legs of his female lover was the furthest thing from a punishment. Grabbing Buffy behind the knees and pinning her legs back against the bed, Spike let his sire guide his head to the shaved mound between Buffy's legs. His tongue immediately parted her soft labia and dug for her clitoris. Buffy squealed once he found it and latched his lips around her swollen nubbin. Pleased with his childe's obedience, Angel leaned over Spike's body and dragged his tongue along the younger man's spine, from his neck to his ass. Before Spike knew what to expect, his sire's tongue stabbed into his tender hole, making Spike and Buffy cry out as Spike reacted against Buffy's pussy. The vibration from Spike's mouth rocketed Buffy into orgasm, but Spike continued to suck and lick at Buffy's core. After hearing Buffy come, Angel repositioned himself behind Spike and pried the younger man's cheeks apart with his fingers. Suddenly, Angel stabbed his cock completely into Spike's minimally prepared ass, holding the younger vamp still when instinct encouraged him to pull away from the pain. Buffy gasped in concern as Spike's head ripped away from her, his demon came to the fore and he let out a primal snarl of pain. She knew Spike craved the pain his sire gave to him, but that knowledge never made the hurt expression on Spike's face any easier to see. The maternal female inside of her wanted to cradle him close and kiss away his pain, but the experienced vampire lover in her knew better. Angel quickly began to saw in and out of Spike's abused body, knowing the pleasurable stimulus would lessen the pain faster than allowing the younger man time to adjust. "Angel..." Buffy moaned. "Let him come, please. I need him inside me." "What do you think, boy? Do you want to be inside her?" Angel leaned his weight against Spike's back to whisper in the blonde's ear, slowing his thrusts to shallow hard jabs. "Be surrounded by that warm, wet, heavenly core. Let her squeeze you with those luscious muscles until you're sure your cock will be sucked completely off by her heat?" Spike dropped his head forward against Buffy's lower stomach and clenched his teeth at the sound of Angel's cruel words. He was seconds away from bucking his sire off, sinking into Buffy and ignoring the unspoken command not to come. Even with his years of experience, not even Spike could believe that he hadn't spilled himself onto the bed already. He was well past the point of enjoying the pain he was experiencing, but a deep part of him still wanted to play along. "Please..." he hissed, his voice muffled by Buffy's flat stomach. "What was that?" Angel asked then nipped Spike's shoulder. "Please!" Spike repeated louder. Without another word, Angel buried himself to the hilt in Spike's ass and reached around to grab the other man's painfully hard member. Skillfully, Angel lowered both of their bodies towards Buffy and guided his childe's cock into her waiting core. "Come for me," Angel whispered harshly and finally released Spike. Spike howled as Buffy drew him into her body and let her muscles work their magic. Denied release for so long, as soon as Spike was fully seated inside of Buffy, his orgasm swamped his very being, making him scream out Angel's name and swoop down on Buffy's delectable neck with razor sharp fangs. "Oh, god yes!" Buffy moaned in pleasure as Spike bit her, filled her with his cold sperm and triggered her orgasm. His weight fell on top of her and Angel stopped moving to avoid jarring Spike's sharp fangs against Buffy delicate skin. Spike recovered quickly from the momentary weakness in the aftermath of orgasm and released Buffy's neck from his bite after only a few gentle sips of her blood. Driven by pure lust and need, Angel dug his nails into Spike's hips and began to thrust again as soon as Buffy's neck was no longer a concern. Spike's cock remained completely inside of Buffy's twitching core while Angel's weight and powerful thrusts kept Spike practically trapped between the two sources of pleasure. "Fuckin' hell!" Spike growled as his prostate was stroked by Angel's cock again and Buffy's pussy fluttered and clenched around his rapidly hardening member. The three moved together as one, stirring and continuing their passion until they each reached the point of ecstasy and crashed over the peak together. Still joined together, Spike and Angel both tumbled forward, resting their weight on Buffy, too exhausted to move in any other way. At first she was too dazed to notice, but as her senses returned, Buffy came aware of the combined dull weight of her mates. "Guys?" Buffy asked as she wiggled a bit to get their attention. In response, Spike just mumbled something sleepily and snuggled closer to her warm body. Fortunately for Buffy, Angel understood and rose carefully, taking Spike with him. Spike's practically lifeless form was dropped to the pillows on one side of Buffy and Angel stretched out on her other side, allowing the three to recover comfortably. Buffy immediately turned so she wrap herself around Angel, resting her head on his shoulder. "Why do you have to go to that club tonight?" Buffy asked, her voice tinged with annoyance. Angel sighed as she raised the subject for a third time. Leaning down to kiss her forehead quickly, Angel pushed her fully onto the bed and climbed on top of her. "We told you baby, we have to meet with someone." "I hate when you two keep secrets from me," she pouted up at him. Angel smirked at her, then began to suck gently on her earlobe. It took a moment, but Angel's actions registered in Buffy's mind and she frowned. "What do you think you're doing?" "Distracting you," Angel mumbled as his mouth trailed down her neck, and swiftly to the expanse of skin between her breasts. He lingered there for a moment then let his tongue dance a trail up one of her breasts to the hard nipple at the peak. Buffy gasped and arched up as he engulfed as much of her breast as he could into his mouth in one fluid motion. "Oh...okay." * * * * * Buffy smiled in thanks as the bartender pushed her drink forward on the bar and she leaned forward to take a sip from her coke. Despite her lovers efforts to keep her at home, Buffy had insisted she join them on their mysterious trip to the sleaziest bar in town. They might have been able to keep their plans a secret from her, but she didn't want them to be alone amongst the trash that would undoubtedly cling to her handsome lovers. Ever since their bonding, she'd become overly protective of her vampires and even though she knew her mates would never be interested, she couldn't stand the thought of other women even hitting on her men. "Excuse me. I couldn't help but notice you were standing here all by yourself." "How nice of you to be watching," Buffy commented dryly. The man beside her put his drink down on the bar and tried to get her to make eye contact. "This place is getting kinda crazy, I don't suppose you'd like to get out of here..." "Is this the part where I say, 'Oh yeah, take me now. I want you so bad?'" Buffy said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. "I'm not here alone." "Doesn't mean you and I can't still have some fun," the man suggested. Buffy turned to him and smiled saucily. "You're not enough man for me." The young man looked confused for a second before realizing he'd just been shot down. "Fucking bitch," he hissed at her. The words were barely out of the male's mouth before a strong hand clamped around his throat, lifting him off the ground and cutting off his air. Angel's face appeared over the man's shoulder. "I believe the lady wants you to leave her alone." Buffy grinned as Spike wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed himself against her back. Her eyes closed a second when Spike ground his pelvis and rock hard cock into her ass. She hoped her lovers with done with their business because she desperately wanted to go home. The man still held by Angel's strong hand gasped for air and clawed ineffectually at the fingers cutting off his breath. "Let him go, sweetie. He's turning purple." "So?" Angel asked. "Angel..." Buffy warned. With a growl under his breath, Angel carelessly dropped the man to the ground. The human gasped and coughed, sucking as much air as possible back into his deprived lungs. Buffy patted the man on his shoulder. "Like I said, you're not enough for me." Grabbing Angel's hand, Buffy pulled him from behind the frightened human man and away from the bar along with Spike. "I told you that outfit would attract the wrong kind of attention," Spike scolded, unable to stop his eyes from raking over her form from head to toe. She wore a skin-tight emerald green halter top that plunged to her lower back and deep between her breasts, making it appear to be a few strips of fabric rather than an actual shirt. A seemingly nonexistent leather mini-skirt and black strappy heels completed her attention-drawing ensemble. "In this place? The only kind of attention is the wrong kind." "Still..." Spike wasn't accepting that as an excuse. "Oh, shush you. Not that either one of you would admit it, but I know you love parading me around in skimpy clothes so you can declare me as your property." Not wanting to admit to that, Angel quickly tried to cover. "No, we--" "You shush, too," Buffy ordered Angel, cutting off any comments he intended to add to Spike's. "Did you take care of whatever the hell you two had to do here?" "Yes, we did," Angel said in an almost childlike voice, Buffy's commanding tone inspiring his playful immaturity. "You're still not going to tell me what you're planning?" Buffy asked, noticing the heated glint that appeared in Angel's eyes. She knew how much he loved her taking control; whether it was in a conversation or in the bedroom, he didn't care. "No, we're not," he responded, confident in his ability to withstand her manipulative pouting. Buffy frowned. "Fine. But if you two are going to keep secrets, you better take me home and make it up to me. A lot." "Your wish is our command," Angel said as he led the way to the exit. The club wasn't exceptionally busy, but the wide path the trio demanded made a smooth exit nearly impossible. The patrons gathered around the doors and the bar that stretched from the entrance to the other side of the club made Spike and Angel bump into people as they flanked Buffy on either side. "Leaving already, Angelus?" Angel stopped dead in his tracks, making Buffy and Spike stumble a bit. Buffy looked up at Angel's face, noticing the way the demon flashed across his expression. "Get out of here," Angel whispered almost silently at his lovers, nudging them towards the door. "Like hell we are," Spike countered, not about to abandon Angel. "Cyrus," Angel growled, turning his head to glare furiously at the demon that stood behind them. He broke away from his lovers, knowing they both could take care of themselves and holding on to them would only prove a disadvantage against this demon. Buffy leaned close to Spike and whispered into his ear. "Who is that and what does he want?" "Angel's worst enemy," Spike whispered back, knowing the history that Buffy didn't. "And he's not here for the atmosphere." Bodies began to shuffle around them and Buffy eyed the crowd, noticing with increasing fear that they were surrounded by demons wearing black. It had been nearly a year since the bonding ritual and there had been no efforts to kill her. None had ever been stupid enough to attack her with her lovers present, but as doors to the club slammed around them and people were shoved against the walls, her fear for her life and the lives of her lovers only increased. "Please, not again," she begged. "It's okay, baby. He doesn't want you..." Spike tried to soothe her fear and held her close. He knew this scene that was building around them was too familiar for her comfort, but he knew this demon and what he was after. "He wants me," he admitted with a bit of his own fear tingeing his voice. "What the fuck do you want?" Angel snarled, his demon coming to the fore. "Oh, you know what I want. One of your childer remains alive. Never thought you'd actually mate yourself to the brat, but hey, bonus. And what's this I hear about the Slayer too? You're just glutton for punishment, aren't you, buddy?" "You leave her out of this," Angel growled in a deadly voice. Cyrus only smiled at the threat. "I only want him. Unless she becomes a nuisance." Infuriated beyond belief that this demon dared to intrude on his life again, Angel literally flew across the bar to move behind Cyrus. Startled by the demonstration of inhuman speed, Cyrus was unable to react before Angel locked one clawed hand around the demon's throat and pinned one of Cyrus's arms behind his back. Lowering his mouth to Cyrus's ear, Angel growled, "You made a mistake coming here." Cyrus laughed, despite his position and turned laughing eyes towards Angel's glowing yellow ones. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" "The only reason you're still standing today is because I couldn't find you," Angel explained calmly. "Drusilla and Penn were fools when it came to battle. You killed them because you couldn't kill me." Angel gasped the last word as Cyrus slipped to the side and stabbed his sharp talons deep into Angel's gut. "ANGEL!" Buffy screamed and tried to jump into the fight, but Spike held her still. "Don't," he ordered sharply. "Cyrus's talons are coated in poison. It only weakens a vampire, but one touch will kill you instantly." The two watched almost helplessly as Angel released his hold on Cyrus and then was thrown across the club's dance floor by the deadly claw imbedded in his stomach. Cyrus laughed and licked the blood from his hand. "I remember a day when you weren't so fucking stupid," Cyrus began conversationally as he advanced on Angel. "Must be that pesky soul." Cyrus brutally planted his booted foot on Angel's wounded stomach, smashing his weight into the vampire and making him howl in pain. "Or maybe your slut of a girlfriend is fucking the sense out of you. I hear she's very talented." Angel snarled in anger, grabbed Cyrus's foot and tossed him back hard onto his ass. Ignoring the pain that ripped through his abdomen, Angel shoved himself to his feet and rose to loom over his enemy. Cyrus swept a foot along the ground, taking Angel's legs out from under him and bringing him to the same level. Immediately, Cyrus leapt on top of the fallen vampire and began to rain punishing blows down on his face and chest. Buffy's expression became clouded with a mixture of anger and sadness at the words spoken by the demon, but thoughts about herself were washed away by fear for her lovers. "We can't just let him die!" Spike winced as Angel struggled to retaliate against the attack in spite of the debilitating poison coasting through his dead veins. "Shhh, he won't kill Angel until I'm dead. Help Angel by staying alive," Spike said, then kissed her quickly on the lips. "And stay away from Cyrus!" In a flash, Spike was gone from her side and pushed through the crowd of Cyrus's minions on his way to help his Sire. Buffy took the hint instantly and sprung into action. Her protective instinct brought out a vicious side of her that she typically suppressed and she began tearing through the crowd in a rage. The blood bond made her even more protective of her lovers than she ever was before. Other women and demons alike faced not only the wrath of the Slayer, but of a possessive lover. She punched and kicked and yanked at every demonic face, limb and body that came near her, knowing that the sooner as the minions were taken care of, the sooner she could concentrate on helping Spike and Angel. "Cyrus!" Spike shouted, stopping the demon from landing another blow to Angel. "I believe I'm the one you want." "Oh, I suppose. It's such a difficult choice here, deciding which of you to kill first. You make such a delightful trio for me to kill." Spike opened his arms wide, offering himself for the taking. "Well, get on with it then. I'm still very much undead and very impatient." Cyrus accepted the challenge with pure glee by raising his long talons for Spike's view and lunging forward into battle. Spike did his best to dodge the first few attempts and moved out of the way to avoid the potentially deadly slashes. Just as Spike ducked and recovered from one swing, Cyrus surprised him with another that made direct contact with Spike's chin, flipping the vampire head over heals to finally land face first on the ground. Spike hit the concrete floor with a hard smack, groaning in pain. Blood dripped from his chin and neck where Cyrus's talons cut skin. Laughing at the sight, Cyrus reached under his long black trench and drew out a long sword from the leather sheath against his leg. Spike's eyes opened wide for a brief second as he heard the weapon separate from the leather and swish through the air, but he tried to control his reaction and appear confident. "Remember this?" Spike lifted his head only enough to glare angrily at Cyrus in response to the question, but he remained silent. "Nothing to say? Come on now, Spike. As I recall, your last girlfriend was all about the chatter when she saw this." The words finally struck low enough to encourage a reaction out of Spike and he tried to rise to his feet, but his unrestrained fury proved to be a blinding disadvantage. Cyrus kicked one of his heavy boots into Spike's mouth and nose, rattling teeth and shattering bone. Spike was forced onto his back by the blow, barely registering the sound of his name cried out simultaneously by Buffy and Angel. "Oops," Cyrus commented. "There go those perfect looks." Cyrus smiled sadistically as Spike turned his head to cough up a mouthful of blood. "And you!" Cyrus shouted, sharply swinging the sword around behind him until the very point rested just below Angel's chin. The vampire had slowly began to rise behind Cyrus in attempts to prevent further harm to Spike, but froze once the cold blade came dangerously close to his throat. "You don't get to rise to the rescue! That's not how this works! You watch, I kill, you begin to feel the pain I felt." "You're pathetic," Angel hissed, risking the chance that Cyrus might just kill him for the outburst. "Me? Who killed off my entire clan? Who took sick pleasure in brutally torturing my family and leaving their dead bodies for me to find?" "That wasn't me," Angel answered calmly. "Sure it was. Your demon hasn't gone anywhere. Only now, your *soul* makes my revenge all the sweeter. Now you *care* when I kill each and every one of your own." With a menacing look in his eyes and a flick of his wrist, Cyrus slashed a deep cut along Angel's cheek with the sword. "Now stay put and watch as I kill your boy. Move again and your girl dies too." Pleased that Angel was backing off, Cyrus spun on his heels to return his attention to Spike, but found the blond was no longer lying helpless on the ground. Instead, Spike had risen to his feet in spite of his painful injuries and stood ready for a fight. Spike spun and kicked at Cyrus, striking the demon's hands and dislodging the sword. It scraped across the floor and finally clattered to a halt once it hit the solid wood bar. Knowing his own personal weapons were far better than the sword, the move didn't even phase Cyrus. He returned Spike's kick with two consecutive ones of his own, knocking Spike a few feet backwards into a small table. The two fought viciously with each other, punching, kicking, biting and clawing at every opportunity. Spike took three painful slashes of Cyrus's talons to his stomach and legs, but retaliated by breaking several ribs and one of Cyrus's arms. With tear-filled eyes, Buffy watched helplessly from a distance, unsure of what to do. She had disposed of Cyrus's minions in record time and led the innocent bystanders outside to safety. It was killing her to see her lovers take such a beating and she wanted nothing more than to rush to her lovers' rescue, but Spike's words were fresh in her mind. She didn't know this demon like her lovers did, but she knew any mistake she made would not only cost her own life, but the lives of her mates. From across the club, Angel made eye contact, and mouthed the words "I love you" to her. That only made the tears gathered in Buffy's eyes fall down her cheeks and her balance falter as fear tried to overtake her. Buffy heard Spike groan loudly in pain as he was shoved face-first into a concrete pillar and she forced herself to think. She caught Angel's eyes again and this time, his gaze directed her to a solution. A few feet in front of her was Cyrus's sword. Cyrus grabbed Spike by the hair and mashed his face into the pillar one more time. Spike tossed an elbow over his shoulder and into Cyrus's own face, freeing the vampire from the concrete assault. Face to face, the two continued the fight, both knowing the only way this fight was going to end was in death. Knowing he had far more to live for, Spike used every ounce of anger bottled up within him as a weapon on Cyrus. Every hit was a vicious attempt at revenge for Drusilla's death. He had already lost one love to this monster and he was more than determined to die trying to prevent the same fate from finding his mates. "Spike, duck!" Without thinking much, Spike responded to the command and looked up in time to see a sword slice cleanly through Cyrus's neck, beheading him. Knowing enough about Virili demons to know how they died, Spike tackled Buffy to the ground away from Cyrus and shielded her body with his own. Just as Spike looked back and noticed Angel was also a safe distance away, Cyrus's body exploded into a mass of fire, then melted away into ash. "Oh god, Spike. Are you okay?" Buffy asked as she let go of the sword to examine his wounded face with delicate hands. Distracted, he pulled away from her hands and tried to stand. Carefully, Buffy helped him, but again, he brushed her off when she tried to get him to sit down on a nearby chair. "Spike?" Shocked by the last several minutes, Spike's wide eyes traveled between Buffy and the dusty pile on the floor behind her. Relief filled him as he realized Cyrus had finally met the fate he deserved, but anger soon took over when he remembered how Buffy had disobeyed his one order. "Didn't I tell you not to go near him?" Spike asked, turning to look directly at Buffy. "I'll settle for a simple, 'thank you for saving my life, luv,'" Buffy replied in her best Spike accent. Ignoring her comment, Spike started to yell at her. "You could have been killed!" "So could you!" Buffy countered. Her words seemed to finally have an impact on him and his expression softened. Unable to look at her, Spike dropped into the chair behind him and lowered his head gingerly into his hands. "I couldn't let him hurt you. Not like Dru..." Buffy dropped to her knees in front of him and ran her hand gently through his hair. "Shhh. I know, I figured out who he was. He's gone now, it's all over." Angel shoved himself up into a sitting position, balancing his weight against a pillar. "I told you both to go home but you didn't listen," he complained to himself. Taken away from his sad thoughts, Spike started to smile, but stopped once the pain kicked in. "Since when do we listen to you, luv?" Buffy placed a kiss on Spike's head then left him to check on her other mate. Because of the deep gash in his cheek, Angel looked almost as bad as Spike and her heart throbbed painfully. The threat may have been destroyed, but her lovers were still hurt. Buffy brushed her fingers over Angel's forehead and he looked up at her with emotion filled eyes. She knew he was struggling to find the right words to say to her, so she just offered him a reassuring smile. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you two," she wondered aloud. "Take us home and play nurse maid?" Spike asked with great eagerness. Buffy tried desperately not to laugh at that, but she couldn't help herself. "We'll see. If you're a good boy." Spike gave her his most innocent look. "I'm always *good*, pet." "You're unbelievable!" Buffy said, amazed. "You can barely move, tough guy." Buffy helped Angel stand and supported his weight as they walked over to grab Spike. Grateful for her superhuman strength, Buffy held onto her mates and kept them from falling as they walked to the door together. "Don't think you two are off the hook because of this," Buffy reminded them on the way out. "Once you're all better, you both still owe me for keeping secrets." "We'll just have to suffer through it," Angel assured her. * * * 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. 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