Title: Angel, Me, and the Slayer Makes Three.
Series: Improv #14: hidden - jade - memento - possession
Author: Collie.
Email: collie_@msn.com
Website: http://www.four-am.com/tme
Fandom: BtVS/Angel
Pairing: Angel/Spike/Buffy
Rating: NC-17.
Spoilers: Nyet. AU (with unfortunate Het-ness tossed in), much to the
request of Ducks.
Summery: It's Spike's deathday and he's sulking because he thinks a
certain Sire of his has forgotten, but little does he know that Angel has
planned the perfect surprise to cheer his boy up.
Disclaimer: All the ones rutting belong to Joss. I'll bet you a million
dollars that this is what he does with them when we're not looking.
Notes: Answer to Duck's challange (#147 at YGTS? (four-am.com/stones))
Dedication: To Ducks, who writes smut like *no one* else (and who
makes me laugh like no one else), and to Sean.. just because I can. Mwah!
Angel, Me, and the Slayer Makes Three
"Buffy's coming by to visit."
Spike dropped his box of Cracker Jacks, pulling a face, "You've *got* to
be kidding me, Peaches. First 'Will and Grace' is pre-empted for a bloody
Dodger game, now I have to see the Slayer? What other horrible things is
that bitch Fate gonna pull on me today?"
Spike's inner child was throwing a tantrum. Today was his birthday -
well, his deathday, to be more accurate. It had been exactly 121 years
since Angel had turned him.
Give or take.
Spike had been hoping to spend the day alone with his Sire, celebrating.
You know, cake.. ice-cream.. prezzies.. maybe some activities -
Okay, so he just wanted to shag. Yes, much in the way of shagging,
snogging, boffing, and boinking.
They could definitely find a way to integrate cake and ice cream into that,
right?
But, noooo. Now the bloody Slayer had to show up and ruin everything.
Tossing her stupid hair around, flitting about like an annoying gnat, and
giving Angel the come-hither-so-I-can-boink-you-soul-less-again eye.
She really was pretty damn sexy.
"Damnit, Peaches - why today?! You *know* what today is, right?"
Spike frowned at Angel's nonchalant shrug, narrowing his eyes at the fact
that he hadn't even had the decency to look up from the newspaper he was
reading.
"Yes. It's Thursday. Says so right here in the paper."
Spike growled and threw the Cracker Jack's box to the ground, grabbing
the newspaper from Angel's hands and ripping it in half, "Oh, sod your
paper! It's my bloody deathday, you git! A day for cake and prezzies and
you and me rutting like bunnies in your bed all day! I want my grunties!"
He huffed and threw down the newspaper so it joined the discarded
Cracker Jack's box, crossing his arms like a petulant child. Angel sighed,
looking up at Spike calmly as he clasped his hands in his lap.
"Spike, not everything is about your grunties."
Spike glared, "Says who?"
Angel stood, then kneeled down to collect the shredded newspaper and
empty, crumpled box. He straightened up, thrusting the items out at Spike,
"Put these in the recycling bin, please."
Spike rolled his eyes, then turned on his heel and tromped over to the
couch, slumping down with a grunt, "Oh, shove them up your arse
sideways, you ponce. William the Bloody does *not* recycle. If I can't do
real evil, 'least I can do is kill some stupid ducks and fishes by proxy."
Angel stiffled a smirk as he watched his sulking Childe. He shook his head
and walked into the kitchen, bare feet pattering softly against the
hardwood floor, muttering, "William, the bloody pain in my ass is more
like it.."
"I heard that, you miserable prat!"
Angel sighed, leaning up against the countertop. He glanced around the
tidy little kitchen area, eyes finally settling on the coffee maker. He'd
make some coffee. It would be a nice distraction.
For a whole two minutes.
Where the hell was Buffy? He wasn't sure he could take any more of
Spike's whining. The younger vampire been dropping hints about his
deathday for the past two weeks, and frankly, Angel was getting sick of
pretending he didn't notice. He wanted nothing more than to celebrate
with his Childe, but he had a special surprise brewing, and it took Buffy to
make it complete.
So, he waited.
He poured himself a cup of coffee and wandered back out into the living
room area, watching with a small smile as Spike jabbed at the buttons of
the remote, channel surfing. Angel sat on the arm of the couch on the
farside of Spike, watching Spike pretend not to notice him.
"Why do you drink that crap? It turns your teeth yellow and gives you
bloody horrid breath."
Angel lifted an eyebrow at his Childe's comment, "I could say the same
about your smoking, Spike."
Spike pursed his lips and turned to face Angel, who was taking a very
deliberate sip of coffee. Spike glared, almost pouting, "Sod off."
Angel opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by the sound of
screeching tires. He nearly spilled his coffee as he jumped to his feet,
haphazardly setting the mug down on the endtable, "Oh, God.. I forgot -
she just got her license."
Spike snorted, rolling his eyes and he settled back into the couch, propping
bare feet up on the coffee table, "And you're worrying about me killing
ducks and fishes. You should be out there, helping the helpless from that
twit. She'll probably mow down more pedestrians than you could save,
and then what of your redemption, hm? Nothing but trouble, that bird is."
Spike 'tsk'd' to himself as Angel shot a glare at the back of his blond
head, then walked to the door, opening it.
The sight outside was so comical, he had to literally force himself to not
laugh. Buffy's car was parked at a wide angle from the curb, the front end
all but overlapping onto the sidewalk, while the rear bumper was almost
out in traffic's way. Buffy was awkwardly stepping from the driver's side,
almost tripping over her tall sandals, letting out a squeal of frustration. She
finally stood straight, slinging her purse over her shoulder. She slammed
the car door shut, then kicked it with the flat of her shoe. The door dented,
then popped out again, the noise louder than expected in the still night air.
Buffy jumped in surprise, glancing around self-consciously. Her eyes
landed on Angel, who was standing at the top of the hotel steps, arms
crossed and smirking.
"Oh, shut up."
Angel laughed, "I didn't say anything."
Buffy glared, stomping up the steps, "Not a word about the parking job."
Angel shook his head, taking the Slayer in a hug as she reached him. He
chuckled silently, releasing her. "Don't worry. I'll just have a quick sign
made up and posted, directing traffic around the very much protruding
bumper of your car."
Buffy stuck her tongue out at the amused vampire, her eyes betraying her
as they sparkled with amusement, "To quote Cher, 'You try driving in
platforms.'"
Angel quirked an eyebrow and retorted, deadpan, "I have. 1976. It was a
dare."
Buffy smacked him in the stomach, giggling. Angel shared her laugh,
running a hand across her hair, "So, are you sure about this?" he inquired.
Buffy nodded, smiling, "Definitely. I won't bore you with my list of pros
and cons, but believe me.. the pros definitely win."
Angel nodded, opening the door to the hotel for her, "That they do."
Buffy entered, her eyes falling on Spike who was looking decidedly
churlish. As soon as he saw her, he started shifting around on the couch,
uncomfortably. Buffy smirked, walking around the couch to look down at
him, "What's the matter, Spike? Too much starch in the jeans again?"
Spike twisted his face in concentration, then he shoved his hand down
between the couch cushions, fishing about, "No, no.. there's something
down here.. something.. Oh, wait! Found it." He pulled his hand out,
holding a wadded up piece of paper that had been hidden in the couch. He
slowly unfolded it, smoothing it out across his chest. From Buffy and
Angel's side, it was nothing more than a blank piece of Angel's drawing
paper. Spike took a look at it, then smiled brightly, turning it so the other
two could see.
"Oh, look - it really *was* the pain in my ass."
It was one of Angel's drawings of Buffy; a memento from their
relationship.
Angel scowled and reached over Buffy, snatching the drawing from Spike,
"Very funny, Spike. Don't make me chain you up until you can behave."
Spike smirked and stood, bouncing slightly in mock joy, "Oh, goody! Can
we use the manacles again, daddy? Oh please?!"
Angel glared at him as Buffy giggled, dropping her purse on the couch and
kicking off her shoes. "I don't know.." she said, cutting in, "Were
manacles in the plan, Angel?"
Spike's mock smile faded, replaced with a look of annoyed confusion.
Angel's glare melted into a slight smile as he addressed his former love,
"No.. I don't believe so.. but hey, we can always improvise, right?"
Spike frowned at his Sire and the Slayer, "Here, now.. what are you two
loons on about?"
Angel shrugged, looking down at Buffy, "I dunno.. what were you talking
about, Buffy?"
Buffy's face turned mock serious, and she shrugged as well, her face a
mask of innocence, "I have no idea what he means, Angel."
Spike narrowed his eyes at the two, placing his hands on his hips and
glaring, "Okay, what's the bloody joke?"
Angel spread his hands, shrugging, then took Buffy by the hand and led
her towards the bedroom, letting the drawing drop back onto the couch.
Spike grumbled, then grabbed up the drawing and wadded it, chucking it
after his Sire and the Slayer, missing them both.
"Fine, then!" he snarled, "Go right ahead and shag yourselves silly! Get all
nice and groiny, but don't expect me to save your ass, Slayer, when you
boff the soul right out of him again!"
Spike pouted, his jealousy stamping around like a big brass band in his
head, the bandleader holding a big banner that read, 'Don't you wish it was
you?' Only trouble was.. Spike couldn't really decide which one he was
more jealous of. Buffy for shagging Angel, or Angel for shagging Buffy.
He scowled, shoving his hands in his pockets, glaring daggers at the
doorway. Least they could do was close the bloody door.
Just then, Buffy walked back into said doorway, smiling sweetly at the
royally pissed-off Spike. She crossed her arms, tilting her head, "I don't
expect you to save me. What I *do* expect, is for you to haul your undead
butt into this bedroom, so Angel and I can give you your present."
She almost burst out laughing at the expression on his face. He went from
pure unadulterated rage to kid-on-Christmas-morning joy to who-are-you-
and-what-did-you-do-with-the-real-Slayer-and-my-Sire? in a matter of
seconds. Buffy just giggled and crooked her finger at Spike, then
disappeared back into the bedroom.
Spike stood still for a moment, weighing his options. He could either go in
there and get his prezzie, while at the same time forfeiting his pride.. or..
he could stand out here all day like a huge wanker and *not* get his
prezzie, and loose his pride anyway, because he was being a huge wanker.
Better to be a wanker with a prezzie then without, he decided.
He dug deeper into his pocket and pulled out his trusty pack of smokes,
lighting one up before he entered. Smoking always makes one look
tougher. Lessens the wanker-ness of the situation. He slid his Spike-smirk
on and entered, feigning up a bored look.
"All right, then - what's this marvelous gift you two cooked up, hm?"
Angel grabbed the cigarette out of Spike's mouth and dropped it to the
ground, stubbing it out with the ball of his bare foot. Spike's eyebrows
shot up at the smell of burnt Angel-flesh, but any words that were
planning on being said were suddenly lost as Angel crushed his mouth to
Spike's. Caught off guard momentarily, Spike faltered at the feeling of
Angel's cool tongue sliding along his lower lip, the tip tracing the two
plump swells, urging them to part. Spike groaned, unleashing his own
attack on Angel's mouth with lips, teeth, and tongue. He moaned softly
into Angel's mouth as he felt Angel's hands up under his shirt.. then
ripping his shirt. Off.
Spike pulled back, startled, only to be faced with his Sire's smoky, lust-
filled gaze. Spike opened his mouth to question, but the words never quite
came as he felt Angel's hands unbuckling his belt and yanking his jeans
down, the button fly popping open as his jeans slid down his hips and
landed unceremoniously on the floor. Spike slowly stepped out of them,
kicking them aside automatically as he watched his Sire with a slightly
dazed expression. Angel smirked and unbuttoned his own shirt, dropping
it to the floor to join Spike's clothing. He removed his pants as well,
discarding them quickly, then re-claiming Spike's mouth before the blond
could inquire as to just what in the hell was going on.
It was right about then that Spike forgot all about Buffy. That is, until he
felt her hot little tongue flatten itself at the base of his spine, then trail
slowly upward, her hands fanning out along his hips, waist and ribcage as
they followed suit. Spike's eyes rolled back in his head, and he mumbled
incoherently into Angel's mouth.
Angel nipped the younger vampire's lower lip between his teeth, then
gently released it, smiling slyly, "What was that, Spike?"
Spike whimpered as the Slayer gently suckled on the taunt flesh that
stretched between his shoulder blades. He could feel her smile against his
goose-pimpled flesh. She pressed herself to his back, and he could feel her
warm flesh melding against him. So, naked Slayer as well. How
interesting.
"I said," Spike muttered, through clenched teeth, "that I've had this dream
before.."
Angel laughed softly, "I know. Why do you think that this is your
present?"
He smiled at Spike, raising his thumb to his mouth, running that talented
tongue along the pad. That one simple gesture sent a shock through Spike
that ran from his eyeballs straight to the tips of his toes, taking a slow and
leisurely detour at the base of his cock. Angel gently brushed his wet
thumb lightly across Spike's right nipple, savoring the feeling as the small
bud tightened hard as a pebble under his ministrations.
"And believe me, this is *not* a dream.." Buffy's voice was a sultry
whisper at his left ear, and Spike reached his hand back, running it along
the top of her thigh, gently kneading the juncture right below the sinful
swell of her ass, feeling the muscles bunch, tight and taunt as she stood on
tip-toes to reach his ear with her mouth. He tilted his head back slightly as
her tongue traced the shell of his ear, the combination of hot and cold as
her breath hit, chilled him. He reached around to grip with his other hand,
digging his fingers into the flesh of her ass, pulling her tight against his
back, just as his Sire slid his arms around them both, pressing his hard
body to Spike's front.
Spike's moan rumbled deep in his throat as Angel's velvety shaft brushed
up against his own, pressing deliciously hard into his stomach. He hitched
in an unneeded breath as Angel's blunt teeth nibbled along the underside
of his jaw, his hands brushing down Buffy's back to gently cover Spike's
own.
Buffy planted teasing little butterfly kisses along the back of Spike's neck,
slowly sinking back down to the flats of her feet, alternately sucking and
nibbling at any available skin in front of her. She scratched her blunt nails
along Spike's ribcage, causing the younger vampire to tense up slightly,
hissing out a soft breath of pleasure as she scraped them along his
sensitive nipples. She met Angel's eyes over Spike's shoulder, reaching out
to grasp the darker man at the waist, both Slayer and vampire enveloping
Spike in-between them, arms all akimbo in their awkward embrace.
Spike was too caught up in the amazing feeling of having both human and
vampire bodies pressed up against him at once to catch the glance that
passed between Slayer and her former lover. He did, however, catch the
word:
"Bed."
He wasn't quite sure who said it, but it didn't really matter, because a
moment after it was uttered, the motley threesome had deposited
themselves in a jumble on Angel's red silk sheets. Hands groped blindly,
lips kissing sweaty flesh as the three pressed and writhed against
eachother in a mass of desire and heat. Angel's hands gently disentangled
themselves from the fray as he pulled himself away, leaving both Slayer
and Childe sending him disappointed glances.
The darker man smiled as he stretched himself along side the fairer pair,
the golden glow in his amber eyes burning steadily on as he watched. "I've
had you both," he murmured, "and now I'd love nothing more than to
watch you have eachother."
Buffy smiled kittenishly, her eyes dark jade with lust. She laid back
against the huge mound of pillows, running her toes along Spike's side
playfully. The blond vampire ran his hand along Buffy's smooth calf,
holding eye contact with his Sire until Angel nodded.
"Please," Angel said, softly, gesturing to Buffy.
That was all Spike needed. He ran his hand back down and captured
Buffy's foot, running strong fingers along the arch, lavishing his tongue
around her big toe, sucking it into his mouth for a moment, before treating
the other four to the same. Buffy whimpered, curling her fingers in the soft
sheets underneath her, the dampness between her thighs spreading; her
musky scent filling the room. Spike pulled his mouth from her toes,
placing her leg back down carefully on the bed. He slid his cheek down
along the silky softness of her calf and inner thigh, groaning out loud as
she spread herself for him. He reached up, running his hands flat along her
thighs, pushing them apart further and holding them in place as he ran the
very tip of his tongue along her dripping slit.
Buffy inhaled sharply, bucking her hips under his tight hold as he repeated
his actions, never quite parting her outer lips - simply savoring the taste of
her for what seemed like hours. Suddenly, his tongue delved inside,
dragging flat and slow from bottom to top, stopping just short of her clit,
which was already throbbing from all of the teasing and foreplay. She
whimpered again, louder this time, gripping the sheets in her fingers so
tightly her knuckles were turning white. Spike planted a soft kiss over her
sensitive button, the contact just enough to cause her to cry out softly, a
shudder running through her. The vampire relinquished his hold on her
legs, running the index finger of his right hand ever so softly along her
swollen pussy lips, his voice soft, "Hold your legs, Slayer."
Buffy moaned, catching her lower lip between her teeth as she stretched
her thighs further apart, gripping her legs behind the knees as she held
herself open for Spike. He turned the corner of his mouth up in a dark
smile, finger tracing her entrance as if he had all the time in the world.
Buffy was writhing slightly, unable to hold herself still under his almost
cruel treatment.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Spike heard his Sire's voice over his shoulder. He
glanced over to see Angel still stretched out, his large hand slowly
stroking himself as he watched Spike tease his former love.
Spike's smile widened a shade and he nodded, inserting his long finger
slowly into Buffy's body, lips parting wetly as her inner muscles squeezed
around the digit. Buffy arched her back slightly, pressing against Spike's
hand as she moaned, her fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs. The
vampire slowly plunged in and out of her, adding a second finger. He
thrust the two deep inside her scalding heat, grinding the palm of his hand
hard against her clit, curling his fingertips up to gently massage her g-spot.
She gasped, jerking her hips up, and he lowered his mouth to her, flicking
the tip of his tongue along her swollen clit a few times, before gently
sucking it into his mouth with a groan. She shuddered, letting out a
desperate babble, "God, Spike.. fuck.. please.."
He scraped his teeth along the little bundle of nerves, his cock twitching
with every whimper and moan and groan she made, and when she cried
out his name.. he almost came on the spot. He slowly pulled his fingers
from her tight channel, lavishing her clit with one last swipe of his tongue
before parting her slick lips with his thumbs and delving inside of her hot
core with his tongue. Groaning at her sweet taste, he slowly lapped at her
core like it was ice cream on a hot day. She whimpered and moaned,
rolling her hips around in circles, trying to press herself harder against his
teasing tongue.
He pulled his tongue from her core, dragging it along her wetness, circling
her clit before sucking it into his mouth once more. She let out a sharp
yelp and dropped her legs, grabbing the back of his head and holding him
hard against her.
"Yes, yessss.. don't stop, don't stop.."
He flicked his tongue fast over her swollen nub, shoving his thumb deep
inside her. He massaged her inner walls, feeling them tighten and throb as
her entire body went taunt as she came, muffling her cry with clenched
teeth, her trembling thighs clamping around his head.
Spike slowly removed his thumb, lightly stroking her lips as she calmed
down, her breath ragged and gasping. He reached up and pried her thighs
from around his head, giving it a slight shake. Strong Slayer thighs. He
glanced to Angel, still reclined in the same position; that damned Angelus-
smirk on his lips. Spike cocked an eyebrow, absently running his hands
along Buffy's calves as she caught her breath.
"Did you like that?" he asked Angel.
Angel's smirk grew and he nodded, eyes roaming over the both of them,
"The question is.. did you? You *know* I always love watching you
work." He sat up and leaned in close to Spike, flicking his tongue out
along Spike's lips to catch some of Buffy's juices. He sighed, eyes
hooding slightly, "Just like I remember."
Buffy's soft giggle floated to them as she sat up, placing her small hand on
Spike's chest and pushing him back on the bed, flashing a coy smile
Angel's way, "My turn?"
Angel chuckled, reclining once again, "Be my guest."
Then Buffy was between Spike's legs, shoving them apart, pert little
tongue dragging itself from his asshole up along the tight little seam that
ran up the center of his sac, while her small hand gripped the base of his
cock, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure as she ran her
thumb along the sensitive underside. Spike bucked at the sudden jolt of
pleasure.
"Bloody hell!" Goddamntoomuchtoofast. He gripped the bed-sheets in lieu
of pulling the Slayer's hair out, willing himself to relax and enjoy this
very-possibly once in an unlifetime opportunity. She moved her hand slow
and steady on his cock, stroking him like she'd been born doing it, but the
real surprise was what she was doing with her mouth. Spike was shocked
at the - pardon the pun - balls that the Slayer had. He'd had *many*
women, and the one trend he'd noticed was that they all had a tendency to
avoid certain bits with their tongues - those being anything but a cock -
but the Slayer was all about new territory, and was Spike complaining?
Oh, no.
She flattened her tongue along the soft skin of his testicles, laving them
with her warm saliva, then breathing softly against them. The sensation of
alternating hot and cold made Spike even harder, and he hissed in an
unneeded breath as she swiped the head of his dick with her thumb,
gathering up the pre-cum that was leaking out and slowly swirling her now
slippery thumb around the spongy tip. Oh, then the teeth.. oh, the teeth
nearly had him purring. He jerked his hips up when he felt her nibbling
along the outside of his balls; tiny little nips and bites.. his eyes rolled
back into his head.
"Christ, Slayer.. seems you're more fun than you let on.."
His cock twitched as she giggled against his tender parts, rubbing her nose
through his soft pubic hair as she slowly tongue her way up towards the
throbbing center of his universe. He held himself perfectly still as he felt
her moist breath near the base of his cock, her hand cradling him as she
ran the very tip of her tongue slowly up the vein that ran along the
underside, her hand moving down as she flicked her tongue across his
weeping slit, then sucked him into her hot mouth almost tenderly, her
tongue wriggling against him the entire time. Spike let out a growl of
pleasure, grunting as he thrust himself up slightly, having to physically
hold himself back from grabbing the back of her head and pounding into
her skull..
.. but that probably wouldn't be the best way to end this evening, now
would it?
She sucked him hard, but not *too* hard, her golden curls falling along his
thighs, sweeping up and down against the skin there with each bob of her
beautiful head. The vampire groaned as he felt her warm hand cup his
balls, rolling them gently in her palm, before trailing her slim index finger
down along the same path she'd taken in the beginning, scraping her blunt
fingernail along the tight pucker of his asshole, sucking his cock deeper
into her throat as the tip of her finger worried at the clenching ring of
muscle.
"Fuckin' hell, Slayer.." Spike hissed between his teeth, his balls tightening
as he felt his orgasm building. Suddenly, he heard Buffy gasp, feeling the
warm, tight, wet, suction cup that was her mouth leave his twitching cock
just moments before his climax. Spike growled, eyes popping open, ready
to tear apart whatever had dared interrupt his fun, when his gaze locked
with the chocolate brown of his Sire's.
***
Angel had finally decided that voyeurism was fun for awhile, but
participation was even moreso. It was like that old Rocky Horror ad-lib
line, 'If you don't participate, you can't come.' So, time to play. While
Buffy was busy giving Spike's undead heart a jump start, Angel slowly
crawled along the bed, settling behind her. His gaze traveled along her
milky flesh, admiring the lovely curves of her ass and hips, the graceful
arch of her back, and the outstanding way her hair fell along Spike's lower
body as she sucked him off. His favorite part, however, was the look of
complete and utter shock on his Childe's face through all of it. Angel
grinned, watching the planes of Spike's face, waiting for just the right
moment. After centuries of fucking the same person, you learn to read
them fairly well. He waited until Spike was just about to cum..
Angel grabbed Buffy by the hips and positioned his cock at her slippery
entrance. He moved one hand up along her back, slowly threading it
through her hair as he held his cock in the other, dragging it along her
puffy lips, wetting himself with her juices. He rubbed the tip of himself
against her swollen clit, eliciting a gasp from her lips, which were still
wrapped around Spike. He wound his large hand through her hair, gently
pulling her from Spike's lap as he slowly slid into her tight channel.
Buffy's lips parted in a low guttural groan as he pulled her back into a
crouching position, impaling her on his hardness like he was sheathing a
dagger. Her eyelids fluttered and her hands scrambled to find something to
clutch to, finally settling on Angel's thighs which were now positioned,
one on either side of her.
Spike sat up slowly, eyes glazed slightly at the scene before him. Like his
Sire, he too loved watching the other vampire work, and damned if Angel
wasn't bloody good at what he did. He clambered up so he was sitting on
his knees, his cock and balls throbbing in protest of being led towards the
edge, but denied release. He tilted his head slightly, patented smirk
crossing his lips as he watched Angel and the Slayer.
Angel pulled Buffy against his broad chest, gently pulling her head back
against his shoulder and nuzzling her neck. He wrapped his other arm
around her waist and slowly moved her up and down on him, his hips
moving in tiny thrusts as he settled himself back against the headboard of
the bed, the Slayer all but sitting in his lap, impaled on his cock. She
whimpered and mewled like a cat in heat, gyrating her hips as her nails
dug into the taunt flesh of Angel's thighs. Angel smiled coyly, lapping up
a bead of sweat that rolled down the Slayer's neck, then moving his mouth
to her ear, speaking in low tones, but not so low that Spike couldn't hear.
"You don't mind if Spike plays too, do you?"
The Slayer's response was something along the lines of, "Uunngghhh.."
Angel chuckled softly, drawing Buffy's earlobe into his mouth as he
released his grip on her hair, lifting her off of his cock completely this
time, taking hold of himself and pressing his cock against the tight ring of
muscle just south of her pussy, then slowly, very slowly, easing her back
down onto him. Spike moaned at the sight as the Slayer's eyes rolled back
in her head, her teeth clenching as she rode the sweet pain, her moan
cutting off into a fierce cry as Angel buried himself completely between
her cheeks.
"Oooohhh.. fuck.. Angel.."
Her head fell back against Angel's shoulder, lolling about as Spike met his
Sire's gaze. Angel arched an eyebrow, beckoning Spike with his gaze, his
voice deep and as sweet as warm honey.
"C'mon, now.. you remember this game.."
Spike did. He and Angelus used to play it all the time back before those
damned Gypsies fucked everything up. They'd take their victim, both at
the same time, and this position, where she was trapped in-between them
both, was prime for feeding, one at either side of her throat.. and the
ending was delicious as the spasms of her orgasm and death overtook
them all.. then he and his Sire would have a lovely post-coital romp in her
blood. Spike wasn't quite sure where Angel was going with this, but he
decided there was no way in hell he was going to pass up this opportunity.
He crawled towards the pair, watching as Angel sat back fully, bending his
legs at the knees and pulling the Slayer's legs up and over his thighs, so
that her legs were held apart, and she had no other choice than to rest her
weight fully on his lap. She released a sharp gasp as she sank just a little
bit further down onto Angel's cock, whimpering as Spike tongued her
dripping hole once more. He flicked his tongue against her tender button,
causing her cry out, her inner muscles squeezing Angel tight. Angel
grunted and threw back his head, his hands reaching up to cup Buffy's
breasts, rolling her rock-hard nipples between thumb and forefinger. She
jerked in his lap, babbling softly as her hands worked at his muscular
thighs.
Spike slid up along her front, feeling both Buffy's warm soft skin and
Angel's cold hard hands against his chest as he slowly thrust himself into
the Slayer, wrapping his hands around his Sire's shoulders as he pressed
fully inside. The feeling of both Buffy's tight, hot pussy and Angel's cock
through the thin membrane was almost too good. Spike shuddered,
reaching up and grasping the back of Angel's head, drawing the older
vampire into a fierce kiss.
Soon there was nothing but the furious groans and cries of the three as
they all moved furiously against one another. Spike and Angel kissed with
ferocious abandon, both slipping in and out of game face just long enough
to get a taste of the other's blood through slashed lips and tongues. Buffy
moved her hands to Spike's back, dragging her fingernails hard along
corded muscle, causing the vampire to pump harder and faster into her as
she drew blood. The harder Spike thrust into the Slayer, the more he
pushed her up and down on Angel's cock.
Buffy grabbed Spike's ass, digging her fingernails in as her cries filled his
ears. Never missing a beat, and never removing his lips from his Sire's,
Spike reached a hand between their bodies, pressing his thumb hard
against the Slayer's clit, thrusting deep into her as she came with a scream,
leaning forward to bite him hard on the shoulder. That was all Spike
needed. He moved his thumb in circles on her button, causing her to jerk
with shocks of pleasure as he shot up into her with a low growl, yellow
eyes meeting the glazed brown of his Sire. Angel was silent as always, but
Spike always knew exactly when Angel had climaxed as that hint of
yellow flashed in his eyes and the muscles in his neck corded just so.
Spike collapsed against the Slayer, who in turn lay boneless against Angel.
Angel groaned and let his head fall back against the headboard with a dull
thud, wrapping his arms around the two on top of him like they were
valuable posessions; the position they were in leaning towards the slightly
uncomfortable, now that they were all spent, but none had the will (nor the
strength) to move.
They laid there in silence for what seemed like hours before Buffy began
to shift about. Spike knew that their positioning must have been becoming
painful for her, so he slowly -- and regrettably -- pulled out of her, then
gently lifted her up and off of Angel, who had his arms at Buffy's waist,
helping him lift. She whimpered softly as they lay her down, Spike
chuckling a bit as he pulled the red silk over her nakedness. She smiled the
smile of the very much satisfied, then reached out from under the sheets to
pat Spike's hand, her voice strained from sex and tiredness.
"Happy deathday, Spike," she muttered, before drifting off into a much
needed sleep.
Spike blinked in wonder, having completely forgotten exactly why he'd
just fucked and gotten fucked by Angel and the Slayer. Wow. Some
prezzie. He shot a look up to Angel who had since stretched out on his
side, next to Buffy. Angel just smiled, gesturing that Spike should sleep on
the other side of the Slayer.
"What? Did you think that we did this for everyone? This was a special
occasion, you know."
Spike just stared at him, then let out a soft and surprised laugh, shaking his
head. "Ta.."
Angel laughed as well, wrapping his arms around Buffy's sleeping form,
smiling as the blond vampire did the same.
"You're very welcome, Spike." Buffy's tired voice sounded out to them,
and all three cuddled up with matching smiles on their faces.
Angel had just about drifted off, when Spike's muffled voice floated to his
ears. Angel lifted his head, straining to make out Spike's words.
"Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool.. shagging both of you, is
breaking all the rules.." Angel could hear the grin in Spike's voice as he
sang the bastardized version of "Torn Between Two Lovers", but his song
soon ended as Angel let out a laugh, reaching over the sleeping Slayer to
smack his Childe playfully on the head.
"Oh, shut up and go to sleep."
Spike smiled to himself, reaching an arm around his two lovers, pausing as
Angel called him back from sleep one last time.
"Happy deathday, Will."
Spike smiled to himself, then finally drifted off to sleep, where he didn't
expect to have to dream at all.
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