Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17. M/M/F Sex, blood play, kind sexual torment. B/A/S. The sun rose as morning arrived but the three lovers hidden in the dark security of their bedroom were oblivious to that fact. Exhausted from earlier activities, the two vampires and a slayer slept peacefully in each other's arms. Spike rested on his back with one arm reaching across his body to hold Buffy as she curled against him. Behind her, Angel spooned against Buffy's form, one arm cushioning her head while the other covered her hip. Their legs were intertwined in an intricate pattern that one might think only a Twister game could result in. Buffy stirred a bit and snuggled even closer to Spike, unconsciously rubbing her knee against his flaccid cock. Spike groaned in his sleep and woke Angel from the sleep he so desperately needed. A quick glance at the clock reminded him that Buffy had made plans with her friends for the afternoon and would have to leave them in a few hours. "Buffy," he whispered into her ear. "Time to wake up." "No. I don't wanna. Like it right here," she mumbled sleepily. "Come on, Buffy..." Angel ignored his desire to keep her in their bed for the rest of the day. He knew she'd only be angry when she fully woke and missed her friends. "You two are no fun," she growled, still not opening her eyes. Spike and Angel looked at each other from either side of Buffy and grinned sadistically at the challenge she unknowingly issued. With a gentle hand, Angel lifted one of Buffy's legs until it wrapped completely around Spike's waist, opening her for his talented fingers. With a feather-light touch, Angel's fingers danced over her labia until she squirmed and whimpered. Buffy's neck arched and she tried to maneuver her body against Angel's hand. "Oh, yes! More..." "More what?" Angel asked, nibbling on her shoulder. His fingers dipped into her slick channel, finding her sopping with desire for them. "Fuck me," she demanded, her eyes still closed, but her body fully awake. "Now, why would we do that? That would be fun." Angel's voice cracked with his slight laughter. Eventually she would learn that neither one of them could refuse a challenge, but he hoped that time didn't come very soon. It was far too much fun teasing her like this every time that she gave them a reason to. Before Buffy could utter a response, Angel's hands left her and she cried out. She looked over her shoulder at Angel and attempted a growl at the amused expression on his face. She was tired and aroused and her lovers were *teasing* her! "Ugh! Forget you, I have hands..." Buffy started to reach beneath the sheets only to have Angel grab both of her hands and hold them tightly in one of his against the pillow by her head. Pushing his hard body against her back, Angel's eyes darkened as he leaned forward. "Nuh-uh, you insult us, you beg for it." Buffy let out a gasp of air as she felt Angel's erection press into her ass, the cold of his body cooling her heated skin. "You're going to pay for this," Buffy hissed, desperately trying to get friction from Spike's leg but Angel's conspirator was keeping her hips reasonably still. "Both of you!" "That didn't sound like begging," Spike said, tightening his grip on her hip as she struggled. Angel licked the crease of her ear and brought a hand up along her stomach and up to the spot between her breasts. "We can stay here all day, Buffy." Sharply turning her head, Buffy gave Angel an angry glare, which was masked by the hunger in her eyes. "No, *we* can't. I have to meet my friends." She tried to move against their grip on her, but it was a waste of her time. She wasn't stronger than the two of them together when she was at her best; in her current state, she was completely helpless. Ignoring her unstoppable ability to tempt him, Angel didn't allow her effect on him to show in the expression on his face as he glanced down at her. "I'm sure they'll accept whatever excuse you come up with." Buffy's anger faded away into fear. "You wouldn't..." It was one thing to tease her, it was another to keep her from her friends. She really wasn't prepared to tell them the truth about Angel and Spike and even if they already did know that much, the truth about her current situation probably wouldn't be the best excuse for missing their date. "We would," Spike responded for his sire. Angel cupped one of her breasts with his hand, purposely avoiding contact with the nipple. "You can't deny us, my love. Just looking at us makes you wet." Buffy arched into his hold and Angel ran his rough fingers over one of her sensitive peaks, but refused to give her anything more. "All right!" Buffy finally gave up, ending her struggle and protests. It was fun while it lasted, but Angel's simple and gentle touch had aroused her so much. He was right, one look and she was dripping with lust for the vampires. Buffy assumed that the magic used on the three of them had something to do with that, but her lovers always saw that she was more than satisfied and she didn't have a reason to complain. "I'm sorry. You both know I didn't mean it. You two are the most fun vampires in the entire universe. Please, please fuck me? I want you both, buried inside me, forever and ever," Buffy practically snarled the last sentence, her control nearing its breaking point. Spike knew better than to expect sincere begging from her in the state she was in. She was so turned on that a normal human could sense her arousal from a mile away. He was amazed that she could still be so hot for them after their activities of the past twenty-four hours. The morning before, she had come home to them with a bag full of ice cream. With that cute little coy grin that was uniquely hers, Buffy had them scrambling up the stairs behind her as she made her way to the bedroom they all shared. The next thing they all knew, it was night, there were empty cartons of ice cream all over the floor, and they were all too weak to move. "Much better," Spike said with a grin and a kiss to Buffy's nose. "Egotistical bastards," Buffy grumbled. Any future complaints were cut short as Spike plunged his cock deep into her body. A sharp cry escaped Buffy's mouth and her head leaned back on Angel. "You love us, anyway," Angel added, playfully biting at her shoulder with blunt teeth. "Yeah, so--ohh god," Buffy moaned as Spike pulled back and slammed back into her, jolting her body against the bed and Angel's body behind her. The hard cock behind her rubbed against the curve of her ass and Buffy couldn't contain another moan. "Are you just gonna lay back there?" Buffy said, craning her neck to look at her dark lover. The grin and arched eyebrow that she saw sent chills down her spine. Angel released his strong hold on Buffy's wrists, whispering a command huskily into her ear. "Don't move." Her stomach quivered as she recognized the promise in his eyes. Angel's body rolled away from her completely causing Buffy to whimper. In response, Spike sped up his thrusts and Buffy returned her concentration to her blond lover. She became mesmerized by Spike's face, his eyes keeping her captive and forcing all coherent thoughts from her mind. "Spike..." Buffy panted. She was consumed by the sensations of his cock slamming into her rhythmically and the heat that swallowed her as a result of his intense gaze. There was something about his eyes that she'd never noticed in another man, not even Angel. He could do so much to her with just a look. Buffy let out a shriek as two lubricated fingers entered her back passage. Angel's fingers pumped in time with Spike's thrusts, driving Buffy nearly out of her mind. Confident that he wouldn't hurt her too much, Angel reached his free hand around to Spike to brush against the younger man's forehead and get his attention. Spike slowed his pace, but didn't stop as he held Buffy's leg tighter around his waist. Angel entered Buffy carefully until he was completely within her, feeling the gentle stroking of Spike's cock through a thin membrane of skin. Buffy let out a loud gasp then leaned forward to claim Spike's lips in a brief, but searing kiss. Her body protested to having both of them inside of her after the previous night's activities, but just one kiss from Spike took her mind off the discomfort and pain. More than anything else, she felt complete and a part of her really wanted to stay connected to her lovers forever. Angel started to move and Buffy dug her fingernails into Spike's shoulders. "Fuck...more, more, more, more, more," Buffy chanted continuously. Spike and Angel complied with her request and sped up their alternating thrusts. Buffy only continued to beg them for more, no longer concerned with pride. No matter how tired or sore she was, she couldn't help but want more. Buffy felt them both nearing release and knew there was only one way to make this even more amazing. Stretching her neck to one side, Buffy offered her throat to Angel behind her as she reached one arm out to Spike, presenting her wrist to him. Demons released, both vampires struck with an unusual gentleness as they both managed to control their primal instincts. With the memory of Buffy's blood permanent in their memories, there wasn't very little that could stop them from accepting her offer. Aware that she was going out with friends later, Angel decided to bite into her shoulder instead of renewing the healed bite on her neck. Buffy screamed loudly as their teeth pierced her flesh and she was sent flying over the peek into an orgasm that rivaled every one she'd experienced so far. As she became lost in the sensations assaulting her body, Spike and Angel came almost simultaneously, neither able to remain in control as her muscles squeezed them. Although weak themselves, the males called upon enough energy to pull completely out of their lover and curl around her exhausted body. They had only taken a few sips of her blood, never wanting to give her a reason to stop them from biting her. The power of her blood made one little taste incredibly satisfying. Buffy gently stroked the ridges on Spike's face with one hand and reached behind her for Angel. He surprised her as he snatched her questing hand and put it back in front of her. "You moved," Angel hissed into her ear. Buffy shivered. * * * Buffy shoved at the clothes in the closet of her room, making frustrated noises, as nothing seemed to be right. Although she spent most of her time in Angel's bedroom which had the largest bed and usually, both of her lovers in it, she also had her own room. With all of her clothes and a private bathroom, it was the perfect sanctuary for when she needed peace. Except, Spike seemed to think that her room was also his room and the little time she spent there was usually with him. "I can't wear any of this. I'm going to have to go home before I meet with Willow and Xander." She'd been through her closet three times already and the skimpy black bra and matching thong she was wearing hardly qualified as appropriate for a public appearance. "All those clothes and you can't find anything?" "No," Buffy pouted. She carelessly tossed a bundle of clothes over her shoulder, aiming blindly for the bed. "Ow," Spike cried out. Buffy just rolled her eyes and continued to search through her clothes. "Well, if you weren't back there staring at my ass, I wouldn't be hitting you." "The least you could do is take the fucking hangers out first," he reasoned, rubbing his forehead. The tiny strips of lace she was wearing as undergarments just required the undivided attention of his eyes. She couldn't honestly expect him to behave himself when she was wearing that. Buffy let out another cry of frustration and Spike sighed. "Pet, you have so many clothes here. Your friends are not going to care what you wear." "Fine, I'll go nude," Buffy huffed. "The hell you will." She spun on him, charging towards the blond vampire. "You're not helping!" "All right, stop your bloody screaming!" Spike said as he stood and tugged Buffy into his arms. His caress was soothing to her, but her emotions were so high, the change was hardly noticeable. "Where are you going with your buds?" "Out to lunch before we meet at the library," Buffy pouted. Walking her back over to the closet, Spike grabbed a top and held it up for her. "How about this?" "If I wear that, I might as well just wear a big sign that say, 'Look, a vampire bit me! Oh, and by the way, I'm screwing Spike and Angel.'" Spike scowled at her. He knew her true feelings about their relationship were more than just screwing, but he didn't like the tone she used. "You can't hide us forever. They do know we exist." "Yes, but they don't--they don't know everything. They don't know a lot of things," Buffy added quietly with a guilty expression. Returning to the clothes that still remained in the closet, Buffy yanked down another top and held it up for Spike to see. "What do you think of this one?" "You didn't tell them about Angel," Spike suddenly realized. He didn't even hear her last question as his mind processed the new information. He could understand her not telling her friends about him right away and especially the fact that she was shagging two vampires together, but he never imagined that she would have difficulty telling her friends that she was on good terms with his sire again. Buffy looked hurt for a moment and her arms dropped with the shirt as the truth of Spike's statement hit her hard. "No, I couldn't. They don't see him like I do. They know he's back but they think I'm staying away. He hurt them all and they don't want to forgive him, soul or not." Sadness swept over her and she started to cry. "Oh, pet..." Spike said as he brought her into another hug and kissed away the tears that fell from her eyes. "Shhh, we'll make it work." "Spike? Buffy?" Angel called from downstairs. "Food's here!" Buffy sniffed and pulled back from Spike, rubbing away stray tears from her eyes. "We'll be right down!" she shouted through the open door. She only hoped her voice didn't really sound as strained as it seemed to. Turning back to Spike, Buffy pleaded with her eyes. "Don't tell him. Please." Spike stared at her, concerned and took a moment to consider the consequences, but he nodded reluctantly. "I won't. But this can't--" "I know," she responded quickly. Spike grabbed her robe from the back of the door and helped her put it on before pushing her gently out of the room. Buffy ducked her head as she descended the stairs with Spike following her, only one step behind. Angel was waiting at the end of the stairs and noticed her slightly red, puffy eyes, and smelled her tears still fresh in the air. He reached for her, but she avoided his grasp. "Buffy, are you okay?" Buffy plastered her best smile on as she looked up at his face. "I'm fine." Just from her eyes, he knew she wasn't being honest with him, but Spike shook his head from behind her and Angel didn't press the issue. "What'd we get?" Buffy asked curiously as she perused through the various paper bags on the kitchen table. "Willy delivered everything you said you wanted," Angel said as he put the containers of blood away in the refrigerator. Spike took a seat at the table, tipping one of the bags to see inside. Buffy looked down into one of the bags with an expression of shock. "Impossible. He couldn't fit hot vampires into these bags." Angel moved behind her and swept the hair off of her shoulders. "You better be talking about us." "Might be." Angel spun her in his arms so she faced him and ran a hand down the silk of her robe to rest on the small of her back. One hand reached around to the tie holding the robe closed and undid it. The fabric fell away from her, exposing the small pieces of sheer lace covering her breasts and sex. Groaning in appreciation, he tugged her barely covered body against his hard one and gazed down at her smiling face. "Don't tell me I'm going to have to persuade you..." "After what you put me through this morning? You bet." Angel laughed before swooping down to kiss her fiercely. His hands grabbed her upper arms and forced her to take a couple of steps backwards until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the kitchen table. His body flattened against hers and they both moaned. "Mmm..." Buffy's eyes shut as she fell victim to the sensations caused by Angel's closeness. "We can't. I have to leave..." A pitiful, childlike expression came over Angel as he whined, "Do you really have to?" Buffy smiled at the sound of his voice, always enjoying the reassurance that she was wanted so much. "I really do." Buffy slid out from between Angel and the table and skipped upstairs to select something to wear. Her playful exchange with Angel had put her in a much better mood. Angel nearly fell forward into the table as she left him and Spike choked back a chuckle. "Smooth, mate." Angel glared. It was going to be a very long day. * * * Buffy peeked through the small circular window in the door to the library, frowning as she saw all of her friends and Giles gathered inside. Everyone seemed very calm and nothing like a big crisis had just developed. Looking at her watch, Buffy scowled at the accessory when it ticked repetitively, confirming that it worked. It was still an hour past the time she was supposed to meet Willow and Xander at the sandwich shop. She had waited a long half-hour without either one showing up for their lunch date. She grew more and more panicked with every passing minute and finally rushed to Sunnydale High, fearing the worst. She had been fairly distracted lately, but surely her friends would have contacted her if something were wrong... "Hey guys, something evil brewing?" Buffy looked worried when she received no answer for her question. Giles stood behind the counter, his focus on the numerous books spread out in front of him. Willow, Oz and Cordelia sat around the table, equally engrossed in other dusty books. There was a pizza box at the center of the table, all but two slices of pizza had been eaten already. "You ate... Did you forget we had plans?" Not one person greeted her or even acknowledged her presence. "Guys?" Xander came down the stairs from the upper stacks, holding several books in his arms. "Xander, what's going on?" Buffy asked, stepping close to him. Maybe something evil was going on and she was invisible? "We have research to do," Xander responded distantly. Their plans for lunch had been arranged before the gang found her in the cemetery and not one of them had been willing to cancel their plans with her. She would have wanted a reason and the truth was all they had to offer. "You know, enemies to defeat." Instead, they had all decided to ignore her, but Xander knew she wouldn't just walk away from their silence. "Oh wait! You wouldn't understand, you conspire with the enemy..." "What?" Buffy gasped. "...And fuck them in cemeteries," he finished in a low, harsh voice. Buffy's eyes widened and she paled to an unnatural color of white. "Xander, that is enough! Get back to work," Giles instructed. Still fuming, Xander slammed his book shut and stormed back into the stacks. "Buffy, it would be best if you left." Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she fought them. She wanted to try and explain--to say something--but no words formed in her head. Looking to the others for some support, Buffy was sorely disappointed. Cordelia and Oz pretended she didn't even exist, choosing to read instead of getting involved. Willow looked to her with a mix of sympathy and hurt in her eyes but turned back to her book, sad and unable to offer what Buffy wanted. A rebellious tear dropped from her eye. "Please, I can--" "You lied to us Buffy," Giles interrupted. "You betrayed us and your destiny." Without another word, he went back to his office. Buffy sniffed and moved for the doors, whispering to herself as she left the library. "No, I didn't." * * * Buffy walked away from the school in a state of shock, her mind completely shut down. Eyes wide and unblinking, her feet carried her to the one place that made any sense to her anymore. Fumbling with her key, she unlocked the door and entered. The door was closed weakly, but it didn't latch and Buffy didn't care. She stopped only a few steps into the house and couldn't make herself move any further. "You're back early..." Angel observed from the couch. "How was lunch?" Spike asked casually before looking up at her. A whole wave of different emotions he hadn't felt in a long time hit him and he stood up with Angel. "Buffy?" Her lips quivered and her tear-filled eyes looked over at them before shifting into hysterical crying as she collapsed to the floor. 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. |