Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17. M/M/F, M/M Sex. B/A/S, A/S. Angel slipped from the Buffy's embrace and off the bed quietly. Slipping on a pair of pants and a button-up shirt, he headed downstairs and left her to sleep peacefully. In his absence, Buffy curled around a pillow, but never woke. She had cried for hours after returning from the library. Eventually, Angel had carried her upstairs and she cried herself to sleep in their arms. It wasn't until later that evening that she'd awaken and told them what had happened with her friends. More tears were shed and when Buffy calmed down, the three had a long, serious talk. With Spike's support and backup, Buffy confessed to Angel that she'd not been totally honest with him. His reaction was of sadness, but not because she'd kept something from him. Instead, he shocked both of his lovers with his sympathy and guilt for her situation. Like Spike, he never stopped to consider the reactions of her friends or the challenge of telling them the truth. Selfishly, he had let his love blind him to everyone and everything other than his lovers. The past, his time in Hell, Buffy's family and friends were all ignored for the sake of the happiness he'd been denied for so long. The truth brought back the pain he'd managed to forget about. Buffy had spent most of the past week in bed, sleeping or spending time with her lovers. Spike and Angel had remained with her for the entire week, tending to her every need and helping to restore her emotional strength. They held her and kissed away her tears when she cried, they wrapped her in their comforting embrace while she slept, and they made sweet love to her when she needed to feel something besides her broken heart. With each passing day, her mood improved significantly and Buffy became more and more like her normal self. Still, fear of a confrontation with her friends kept her confined to the house. Sunnydale was far from a big town and she wasn't ready to confront her friends yet. Worried about the safety of her lovers, Buffy also begged them to stay home with her until the three of them were able to face her friends together. Although they were willing to do anything for her, the vampires couldn't help but worry about the long-term damage this situation had on her. She was strong, but a lot of that strength came from her family and friends. Without them, how much of the Slayer was still in her? Their advanced notice about their future was supposed to make them happy. It was supposed to give them something to live for. It wasn't supposed to tear at their hearts and separate them from everything but each other. Why did happiness have to hurt so much? * * * Spike growled softly as he paced across the kitchen floor in front of Angel. The elder vampire tried to read the paper he held, but it was difficult with the loud, unusual breathing and not-so-subtle huffing sounds coming from the blond. "Spike, stop." Ignoring the command and keeping his eyes on the title floor beneath his feet, Spike announced, "I need to eat." "There's blood in the fridge," Angel offered, needlessly. His childe had been walking in the same pattern for over an hour and it was starting to grate on Angel's already agitated nerves. Spike shuddered visibly. "I can't stand another taste of *that*." "We promised we'd stay with her," Angel replied as casually as possible. He knew his childe was asking for human blood, but they'd promised Buffy they'd stay home with her in case she needed them. The need for their presence had lessened over the week, but "She's hardly left the house in over a week!" Spike suddenly shouted. Angel's control snapped in response to the outburst and he slammed the paper down to the table and charged towards Spike. "That's a problem, Spike? You tired of gentle sex and not being able to sink your teeth--" Spike reacted immediately, lashing out with a powerful punch that smashed Angel's nose and sent the dark vampire stumbling a few steps. Furious, Spike growled in a dangerous tone, "Where the *hell* do you get off..." "I'm sorry," Angel said quietly, cradling his nose. "I wasn't thinking. This is... this is hard for me, too." Spike looked squarely at Angel, crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his lower lip out in a pout. "Yeah, well quit taking it out on me." "Hello? Who's the one with the broken nose?" Angel said, trying not to smile at the picture Spike made. "Deserved it," Spike mumbled. "Yeah, I did." Spike sighed and leaned back against the kitchen counter. "I haven't had human blood since...her. I'm going out of my bloody mind," Spike explained through a desperate voice. Angel couldn't argue because he understood what Spike was feeling; he felt as well. Only the century or so of time spent living off animal blood gave him the strength to regain most of his control. Spike didn't have that luxury and two weeks was a long time to go after something as potent as Slayer blood. "Okay, we'll both go, but just for a bit. I'll just leave Buffy a note in case she wakes up." Spike nodded and went to search for his coat as Angel quietly made his way upstairs to the bedroom where Buffy was sleeping. He watched with a smile as she continued to sleep peacefully. Knowing his touch would wake her, Angel left the note on the night table and snuck out of the house with Spike. As the front door closed quietly, Buffy's eyes shot open and she darted from the bed. She knew they wouldn't leave her for long, so she had to hurry. Throwing on some clothes, Buffy reached for the phone and dialed a number that had recently become familiar. * * * * Only a few minutes after she had called, the doorbell rang and Buffy eagerly ushered Leroy into the house, locking the door behind him. Buffy smiled warmly at the demon and pointed the way to the living room. "Thank you for coming. I'm sure you have other things to do--" Leroy interrupted her, his tone serious. "I'm always available when you need me," he said. "Can I get you something?" Buffy asked. "I'm not sure what you um..." Leroy smiled at her cautious offer. "I'm fine, child. I don't actually eat or drink. At least, nothing you would care to hear about," he finished. Buffy grimaced as her overactive Slayer mind considered the possibilities. "Um, well, have a seat, please." She pointed to couch and sat beside him. "I assume all is going well," Leroy said. The smile she saw on his face made Buffy blush as she confirmed the truth with a shy nod. "Do you have what I need?" Her voice rang with urgency as Buffy bypassed other formalities and got straight to the point. "Oh, of course." Leroy pulled a book from the inside of his coat and offered it to the young Slayer. "You should find your answers in there," he explained. "Will this be enough?" Buffy asked as she looked over the cover and thumbed through the pages. Leroy chuckled and leaned back against the couch. "I am not that kind of a psychic, child. Present the book and the truth to your friends. If they care about you, they will take you seriously." "I hope so..." Leroy reached out to the young Slayer to touch her arm. "Spend some time with your boys, Buffy. You need to rest your heart." "For someone who's 'not that kind of a psychic,' you sure seem to always know what I need." "Well, I do have a gift," he responded with a wink. "I must get going. The vampires will be returning in a few minutes." Buffy gave him a weird look, wondering how he knew where her lovers were, but couldn't bring herself to ask him directly. "Remember what I told you. Knowing your destiny early will only benefit you if you take advantage of it. Every second counts." Buffy took a deep breath and let his words sink in. So many memories rushed back at her as she was reminded of the time she was first told about her future. Buffy smiled again at Leroy as she opened the front door for the demon. "Goodnight Leroy and thank you. Really, thank you." He looked back at her briefly as he made his way down the front walkway. "Anytime," he promised before dashing off into the darkness of the night. * * * "Buffy? Are you okay?" Angel asked exasperated as he charged into the bedroom to check on his lover. She sat on the bed with the conformer covering her legs as she read a book by the light of a lamp. She *looked* okay... Buffy glanced up from the book balanced against her raised knees and frowned at the look of worry on Angel's face. The similar expression on Spike made her worry as well. "Of course, I'm fine. Why?" Angel's eyes were dark with fury as he charged into the room, searching through it for any potential danger. "I smell--" "Oh!" Buffy finally realized his reason for alarm. "Leroy was here," Buffy explained as his reason for worry occurred to her. She had communicated with Leroy all week long, but it had all been over the phone. She hadn't stopped to consider what traces the demon would leave behind when he visited the house. "What?" Angel asked, his voice loud with uncontrollable anger. He didn't actually have any reason to be mad at her, but the feelings that had surfaced at the thought of something happening to her overwhelmed him and took control. Buffy cowered back against the headboard as he barked at her. "Calm down. I asked him to be here." Holding the book up for him to see, Buffy tried to explain. "I needed a book," she added honestly. "He had it." Angel took a seat on the edge of the bed facing her and took her hands into his own. "Buffy...I thought we agreed you wouldn't deal with this alone," he said with concern. Buffy sighed and dropped her head back against the headboard. "I'm not. I just needed something to explain Leroy and the prophecies. The truth is too unbelievable to be accepted alone." Not wanting to discuss it any further, Buffy grabbed Angel around the back of his neck and tugged his mouth to her. The kiss was demanding as Buffy desperately tried to force all thoughts worthy of worry out of Angel's mind. Angel pulled away from the kiss, stunned by the intensity. "You're in a better mood..." Buffy laughed and lowered her hands to the buttons on Angel's shirt. "Yes, I'm a whole new me. Clothes off, now." Angel blinked and pulled back from her, not sure he was hearing her correctly. "You're changing the subject," Angel observed. Buffy kicked the conformer off of her legs and looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "Is that a problem?" Angel shrugged. "Not for me." Pulling back, he removed his shirt completely and toed off his shoes. Impatiently, Buffy dragged him down on top of her. She saw Spike moving around to the other side of the bed, his eyes sparkling with interest, not jealousy. She smiled softly at him and silently promised equal attention in due time. Buffy clutched at Angel's biceps and returned her attention to the dark vampire looming over her. Angel placed a gentle kiss to her collar bone as Buffy tried to illuminate the space that separated their bodies despite the clothes that still stood in the way. "I want you, now." "What do you want? Slow and tender or hard and fast?" As the question was asked, Angel released the fastenings on his pants and shoved the fabric down his legs. Almost miraculously, the pants ended up in a pile on the floor after only a few seconds of Angel's talented maneuvering. While he undressed entirely, Buffy took the opportunity to yank her stretchy miniskirt up around her waist. Angel's eyes were magnetically drawn to her lower body and his jaw dropped in appreciation of the scrap of red lace covering her sex. Her damp curls glistened with visible proof of her desire beneath the sheer pattern. She *really* wanted this. "Hard...now," Buffy begged. That was all the encouragement necessary and Angel ripped her panties away and slammed into her in one fluid movement. Buffy's scream that echoed around the room made Angel groan and his eyes roll back. It had been so long since he'd heard that noise. Too long. Buffy arched into each thrust, her body craving the rough contact she'd missed for over a week. It seemed like so much longer since the intensity of sex had consumed her. Comfort and gentle lovemaking had been exactly what she had needed over the past week to heal her broken heart, but now she needed something different. She cried out desperately as Angel plunged into her, stimulating her body physically and emotionally. His love, power and strength seemed to flow from him and into her every time he entered her. A fire built within Buffy and grew exponentially as Angel's speed picked up and their bodies slammed together. "Yes!" Buffy yelled. She bounced her hips higher to meet Angel's every downstroke with more energy. The vampires watched as Buffy's eyes glazed over and she became lost to sensation. The blond man lowered his cool lips to Buffy's heated skin, kissing her softly and adding to her pleasure. Spike slipped one hand between the slapping bodies of his two lovers and began to undo the buttons of Buffy's shirt. Once the garment was pushed aside, he nudged at Angel to give him more room and the older vampire complied by propping himself up on straight arms, but never disturbed the pace of his thrusts. Spike lowered his head to one lace-covered nipple, and suckled rhythmically on the sensitive flesh. Buffy whimpered as Spike continued to suck and undid the front snap of her bra. He released her just long enough to pull the fabric away to expose her damp nipple to the open air. Immediately though, he returned his mouth to her, reaching across her body to twist her other rosy bud with his fingers. Spike shifted awkwardly as he reached down to the button and zipper on his own pants to free the erection that refused to be ignored for another second. One hand pumped gently but firmly along his cock, pulling him closer to orgasming with his partners. All while tending to his own pleasure, Spike moved his lips across Buffy's chest, licking and nipping at whatever skin he could reach. The combined actions of both males sent Buffy spiraling into an orgasm unlike any that she could remember experiencing. She threw her head back, tensed in an arched position, and screamed at the top of her lungs. Beside her, a part of Buffy heard Spike grunt as he spurted his dead seed onto the bedspread and partially onto her hip. Angel watched through hooded eyes as his lovers reached the peak and slowly coasted down off of the high. He thrust hard into Buffy's still tense body several times before he came deep inside of her core. Buffy and Angel collapsed as one into the bed. She panted heavily and her heart raced, pounding against Angel's still chest. Spike watched the two for a brief minute before drawing upon enough strength to drag his sire off of their tiny lover and pull a sheet over all of them. A few moments later, Angel slipped his arms around Buffy and Spike, drawing them against his sides. "I need to get out," Buffy said as she snuggled further into Angel's embrace. Angel took unnecessary breaths, his body limp and completely satisfied between his two lovers. "Get out? Of what?" "Of here. I've been doing some thinking and I want to have some fun that isn't here at the house," Buffy explained, her fingers tracing wild patterns on Angel's chest. Intrigued by the conversation she'd raised, Spike propped his head up on one arm and looked down at Buffy. "What's the matter luv, bored with us already?" Spike asked, his scarred eyebrow raising in curiosity. "I'm serious. I know it was my choice to stay here this past week, but even before that. All we do is stay home and have sex. I'm a human girl. Nightly patrols that lead to sex in the cemeteries just isn't considered a 'social life.'" "Yeah, but it's fun," Spike said with a grin. "What brought on this sudden change?" "Leroy said something that actually made sense. I need to give my heart a rest. Which is why I want to go out somewhere that isn't here. I need to get my mind off of monsters and apocalypses and my friends who hate me..." "Your friends don't hate you, Buffy," Angel interjected. "They just need some time. We all do." "Exactly," Buffy agreed. "We need time. But...we don't know how much time we have. I don't want to miss out on more than I already have. I need to do normal things like go shopping and see movies..." "You can do both of those things from here," Spike explained, intentionally trying to annoy her. Buffy turned her eyes to Spike's face and tried to contain her grin. He knew exactly what she was asking for, but was going to be his usual difficult self. "It's not the same." Buffy pushed herself up onto her hip, facing Angel and bracing her weight with one hand on the bed. The other clutched her shirt and bra closed over her chest. Angel grabbed Buffy's wrist and stilled her movements. "You really want to do this?" "Yes, I really do. I don't care who sees us or what they think. I need my life to be more than this, but I want it all to be with you two." "Even your Slayer buddies?" Spike asked. Buffy paused a minute before she met his eyes. "Even them. Are you going to do this for me? I know, you don't eat or like to shop, but you two have the credit cards and you wouldn't want me to be unhappy, right?" Buffy offered them her most innocent look which she knew they could never deny. "Oh no, here comes the guilt trip and that cute pouty lip..." Spike's expression was part mock-fear, part intense desire and Buffy couldn't contain her giggle. The laughter died quickly and Buffy glanced back and forth between her lovers. Their unconvinced expressions were discouraging, but she wasn't ready to give up. If guilt didn't work, bribery was always successful. "I promise to make it worth it to both of you," she said sensually, her hand abandoning the hold on her clothes and trailing one long nail down the center of Angel's chest and watching it's path carefully. She stopped at the point just before reaching the sheet covering Angel's waist. Like dogs with the promise of a new toy, both males were suddenly very interested in the idea of going out with their beauty. "Fine, we'll go out," Angel agreed, through clenched teeth as the delicate touch of Buffy's fingernail was driving him insane. His abdominal muscles rolled as he tried to encourage her hand to continue its exploration further, but his attempts failed. "Tonight after the sun sets, we'll take you out to eat and shop and maybe more." Buffy beamed and responded cheerfully, "Thank you! I love you both." Quick kisses were placed on each man's lips before Buffy shoved the covers away from her body and crawled towards the foot of the bed. Spike and Angel groaned at the sight of her bare ass, but their expressions turned to frowns as they realized she was leaving them. "Wait, where are you going?" Spike questioned. He really didn't like the idea that their agreement meant sacrificing time spent in bed while the sun was still out. "I've only got a couple of hours until sunset," Buffy explained as she slipped on her long silk robe and tied it, covering her body from their eyes. "I have to get ready." Blowing a kiss to them over her shoulder, she bounded off towards the bathroom, leaving her two very horny vampires alone. "See!" Spike said, throwing his hands up for emphasis. "That's why we shouldn't have agreed. Women take too bloody long to get ready!" "I heard that!" Buffy shouted from behind the closed bathroom door. "Good!" Spike replied. Fighting the tangled sheets that imprisoned his legs, Spike moved to straddle Angel's legs. "She said she'd make it worth it," Angel said, his eyes darkening as they focused on the blond. "True," Spike mumbled as he targeted the older man's mouth and leaned in. They kissed hungrily, each trying to claim dominance with their tongue. Spike soon gave up, knowing Angel had far more patience and the erection Spike had would never get any attention if he continued to struggle for control. Hoping to pursued Angel to reciprocate his generosity, Spike slithered down the bed, until his face was even with Angel's painfully erect penis. With a practiced ease that took years to perfect, his mouth engulfed Angel's cock entirely in one movement. Angel yelped, his hands reaching for Spike's hair. As he pulled back, Spike swirled his tongue as far around the thick flesh as was possible, eliciting animalistic noises out of the brunette. Several long minutes were spent with Spike running his teeth and tongue over all the right places and building Angel's desire to unbelievable levels. Anxious for his own turn, Spike started to move his mouth up and down at a quick pace, opening his throat on each downward movement and sucking hard as he pulled away. One hand reached for his sire's testicles, applying just the right amount of pressure. Soon, Angel was growling fiercely, his demon evident in his physical features. Spike grinned around the staff in his mouth, always pleased when he could bring his sire's demon to the fore. Angel often kept his human face on in a show of control, but Spike always sought to break that. "Don't stop," Angel gasped. Rough fingers massaged the back of Spike's neck as Angel's orgasm approached quickly. With a yell loud enough for all their neighbors to hear, Angel came and Spike's throat contracted around the thick shaft. Spike swallowed the semen as it entered his willing mouth and kept the pressure of his lips tight around Angel's cock until the older man was completely drained and he could pull away. Angel took several long minutes to recover his strength then slid out from under Spike and stood on shaky legs. "Hey! Where are you going?" Angel smiled over his shoulder at Spike. "Shower. Buffy's taking a bath, we can get cleaned up and tease her mercilessly at the same time. Do you feel up to it?" "Do I feel up to it," Spike grumbled sarcastically with a look to his angry erection that had been left unattended for far too long. He flew off of the bed and followed Angel to the bathroom. * * * * * Buffy sighed and leaned back further into the steamy water and thick bubbles of her bath. She had opted for the more relaxing bubble bath instead of the shower to prepare herself, for what she hoped was a long and wonderful evening with her vampires. Buffy couldn't contain her smile as her body had a chance to calm in the expansive tub. A soft towel cushioned her neck and head as she leaned back against the edge. She never imagined she could be so happy about something as ordinary as a bathtub, but this one seemed to be the exception. The whirlpool invention had an infinite number of features and was exceptionally large and especially useful to the threesome living within the house. The sound of the bathroom door opening slowly drew her attention and she looked over her shoulder to see her two lovers invading her quiet time. Not that she minded entirely as they were both completely naked and very much aroused. She was actually quite content to spend her time just looking at their bodies, but after she'd learned how much fun the touch could be, she was willing to ignore her desire to "look." Buffy sighed. "You two are gonna make me regret asking to go out, aren't you?" Spike strolled over to the very large two-headed shower, turning the water on and adjusting it to a scalding temperature. With a glance over his shoulder to make sure there were towels on the rack, he stepped in. "Us? We would never do something like that." Angel leaned over the edge of the tub to kiss Buffy's exposed neck. "We just came in to take a shower." Buffy looked up at her lover, narrowing her eyes at him. They never "just" did anything... He couldn't contain his grin as he walked away from her and joined Spike in the shower. Buffy followed him with her eyes, and she glared angrily as she realized their intent. The large shower had clear glass doors and not even the accumulating steam did anything to conceal the perfectly sculpted bodies of her mates as they kissed and caressed each other. Angel suddenly pushed Spike roughly against one of the marble walls and dropped to his knees. Buffy's eyes widened as she watched Angel take a submissive position in front of his childe. Spike snaked his fingers into Angel's hair, pulling the older man towards the area of his body needing attention. Almost submissively, Angel allowed himself to be moved by his childe and sucked Spike's entire length into his mouth as soon as he was close enough. "Ohhh, you two are so cruel!" Buffy shouted over the sounds of running water and Spike's cries of pleasure. Both males chuckled then Spike let out a long drawn-out moan as the vibrations of Angel's laugh traveled through his cock and throughout his entire body. 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. |