Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17. M/F Sex, blood play, teasing. B/A, B/S. It had been almost three weeks since Buffy's fallout with her friends and watcher, but until Buffy figured out every detail of her plan to reconcile with them, she tried to focus her attention elsewhere. Quality time with Spike and Angel was keeping her sufficiently distracted and for the first time in a long while, happy. Since her friends discovered her secret relationship, Buffy decided to move in with Angel until her mother returned home. She no longer needed to pretend she was living at home for the sake of her friends and even though she still required some alone time, Buffy was much more comfortable at Angel's. Buffy had called her mother earlier in the week and was relieved to find that Joyce was still out of the current information loop. She knew about her daughter's unique job and Angel's return but that was all Buffy wanted her to know at the time. Once her mother returned home in two weeks, Buffy would have a great deal of explaining to do. Until then though, she decided it was best to leave out the fact that she was bound to a relationship with two much older vampires. It just wasn't a conversation to be had over the phone. After a day spent in bed watching movies, the three destined lovers had set out on patrol that night, hoping to avoid a run-in with Buffy's friends and any unusual nasties. They were spared the awkwardness of running into the Scooby Gang, but the demonic underworld had no intention of letting the Slayer and her lovers experience any peace. A small Reelo demon launched itself onto Buffy's back just as she was about to slaughter one of its mates. Reaching back over her shoulder, Buffy grabbed the demon and flung it over her head. "Catch!" "I don't want him," Spike responded, catching the Reelo demon by two of its arms and holding it as far away from his body as possible. Buffy raised her sword and sliced cleanly through the demon's neck, effectively beheading the creature and coating Spike in a bright orange substance. The head rolled onto the ground and spewed orange goo for several seconds before dissolving along with the body. "Okay, that was gross," Buffy observed. "You're not wearing his insides," Spike groused and tried to brush off the goo that coated his shirt. Biting back a laugh, Buffy looked at him apologetically. "Sorry lover." Knowing she didn't really mean it, Spike didn't respond; he just glared at the hint of a smile on her face. "Are we done here yet?" "I think that was the entire nest," Angel said as he approached with an orange covered sword of his own. "They usually only live in packs of six." "Here's hoping there's only one pack," Buffy said. Hot from the local temperature and her recent battle, Buffy's skin was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration and despite her strength, her sword started to slip from her sweaty hands. "What is with this heat?" she wondered aloud, trying to keep from loosing her hold on the weapon. Spike smiled and took the heavy sword out of Buffy's hands. "This is *Sunny*-dale, love." "Easy for you to say, you're dead," Buffy pouted. Wrapping an arm around her waist, Angel leaned close and offered a solution to her problem. "How about we take you home and cool you off?" "I was thinking more along the lines of you two getting me off..." "That could end up being a side effect of our plans," Angel replied and smirked as Buffy's eyes lit up with interest. * * * * Spike and Angel remained true to their promise. As soon as they hit the front porch, Spike swept her up into his arms and carried her over the threshold and upstairs to the master bedroom they all shared when Buffy stayed with them. Buffy sat back against the headboard and watched as the two of them sensuously stripped off their clothes for her and when they were done, they looked to her. Wanting to return the favor, Buffy rose up on her knees and started to unbutton her navy blue shirt. The males watched with hungry looks in their eyes, each fighting the urge to rush to her and rip her clothes off for her. Once the buttons were undone on her shirt, Buffy removed it and then her bra, throwing both in the direction of her lovers. She crooked a finger at them and like wild predators they proceeded towards her. Spike wrapped her up in his arms and arched her back against the bed. Before he got too comfortable on top of her, Buffy maneuvered her legs so they weren't so awkwardly bent underneath her. She pulled Spike's mouth down to hers and drew her legs up and around his back, needing to feel him close. Spike's hand found its way under her skirt and between her legs and he groaned when he encountered her wet flesh instead of panties. "No panties? On patrol--" Spike babbled and stared wide-eyed at her, stunned by the fact that she had patrolled with them for hours, fighting demons and vampires and all without anything under her skirt. "Not my fault you two didn't notice. I had big plans of fucking you both senseless in the park, but did you notice? Noooo..." Spike was torn between regret because he'd missed out on her special plans and anger at the thought of all the demons that could have gotten a free show from his lover. As usual, the appeal of her warm, welcoming body, diluted his anger and as regret won over, he became concerned only with satisfying the woman lying practically naked beneath him. "Gonna have a lot to make up for, then." "You bet you do. Get to work, mister," Buffy ordered. "You're asking for it," he warned, but before the words were even out of his mouth, he had slammed his cock forward and into her waiting body, making her yell out in surprise and lift her hips up against him. "YES!" Spike lowered his head to one of Buffy's breasts and bit down gently on one rosy nipple as he pulled his hips back and thrust again slowly. Buffy cradled his head against her chest and threw her head back against the pillow. While Spike sucked one breast into his mouth, Angel leaned forward and kissed her slack mouth. It took a couple of seconds for his actions to register, but Buffy quickly moved one hand from the back of Spike's head to Angel and deepened the kiss. Spike continued to pound his pelvis against Buffy's with deep, hard thrusts and shifted so he was suckling her other nipple. He raised one hand to her neglected breast and wormed his other arm under her hips to arch her closer to him. Overwhelmed with sensation, Buffy clutched at both males and moaned, silently wishing that they'd never stop what they were doing to her. The readjustment of their position allowed Buffy's clitoris to hit against Spike's pubic bone every time their bodies collided. That coupled with his cock stretching her completely, his mouth and hand on her breast, and Angel's tongue dancing around in her mouth was quickly propelling Buffy to a spectacular peak. Spike moaned as Buffy's muscles fluttered and contracted around him and he sped up his movements. She cried out into Angel's mouth and squeezed her legs around Spike's hips as she came. Angel drew back and let Buffy catch her breath as Spike gave in and released himself into Buffy's warm depths with a soft moan of pleasure. Angel and Spike made love to her repeatedly, pausing only to cool her body with their unnaturally cold mouths. Buffy lost count of how many times they had brought her to orgasm and it seemed as if her body just couldn't get enough. The pleasure they brought to her seemed endless. Every time, she just wanted more and her vampires were more than happy to satisfy her needs. They always knew just how to touch her and how she would react. As the sound of Buffy's heaving breath penetrated the otherwise silent air, a wicked idea popped into Spike's head and he flew off the bed and out of the room with a mumbled, "Be right back." "Where's he going?" Buffy asked Angel, rolling over to snuggle into his side. "Who cares?" Angel replied playfully as he moved on top of her and lowered his mouth to the vast space of skin between her breasts. "Oh!" Buffy cried out, the fire in the pit of her belly igniting again. "Always wet for us, hmm?" Angel observed, recognizing her shock as her overworked body responded to him again. He used the tip of his tongue to trace patterns across her chest while he waited for her answer. "Always. I always want more... Need more..." She gasped sharply as his teeth gently clamped down on one of her nipples and his cock hardened again against her inner thigh. She had almost forgotten about Spike until he returned to the bedroom and made enough noise to distract Angel from what he was doing to her breasts. Buffy looked over at him, irritated, but Spike just stood there with a tray of ice cubes in his hands and a mischievous look on his face. * * * * "Oh god..." Buffy moaned into her pillow and tightened her hands around the bars of the headboard. Angel chuckled against her ear and let his fingertips dance along the length of her spine. She growled at his amusement and turned blazing eyes on him. "Please...stop teasing," she begged and tried to kick her feet up in frustration. Spike prevented her from that though with his hands holding her ankles firmly to the bed as he used his mouth to guide an ice cube gently over the back of her leg. "I thought you wanted this, love?" Angel asked, kissing her shoulder. "I wanted to be fucked, not tortured!" Buffy whined. Spike gently slipped an ice cube between her parted legs and ran it over her swollen lips. In response, Buffy bit into the pillow beneath her head and screamed. She wiggled back against Spike's hands and the frozen water he was using to torment her, but the males managed to stop her every time from finding completion. As Angel moved her hair and kissed the back of her neck, Spike returned to trailing ice cubes up and down her legs, ass, and lower back. His mouth busy gliding the ice cube over her skin, Spike eased one hand back to Buffy's wet core and started to tease her more with his bare hand. He easily slid two fingers into her and began to pump and twist the fingers into her wet passage. Buffy squealed and began to mutter a mass of insults and curses directed at her supposed lovers. Even though she knew the orgasms she experienced after being subjected to their twisted ideas of foreplay were unbelievable, that was a truth she was unable to understand in her current state. Spike suddenly stopped everything he was doing and sat back on his heels. Outraged by the loss of contact, Buffy let go of the headboard and tried to twist around to face her lovers. It was one thing to drive her insane with their constant touch, but stopping was not an acceptable option. "Ah, ah, ah," Angel scolded, grabbing her hands and putting them back around the bars, preventing her from changing her position. "Don't let go." "Then...don't...stop," Buffy gasped. Both males chuckled at her impatient response. Spike plucked another ice cube from the tray and lowered it to Buffy's inner thigh. Goosebumps rose on her soft flesh as the chilled block was moved from her knee to the very edge of her intimate center. Spike repeated the same movement on her other leg before answering her silent plea by moving the ice to her core again. Buffy shook from a combination of desire and cold as the ice melted quickly against her heat. Once the cube disappeared completely, Spike lifted Buffy's hips slightly so he could lap at the water combined with Buffy's unique moisture. She wiggled and pleaded with him as she tried to rise up to her knees, but Spike held her still. No longer interested in letting his childe have all the fun, Angel reached for the last ice cube in the tray. Starting with her upraised arms, he dragged the small block of ice from her wrist to shoulder and then to the heated skin of her neck. Buffy moaned softly as Angel's soothing efforts countered the pleasurable agony Spike was inflicting on her lower body. He raised the cube above her body and dripped a path of ice water down her back then lowered the ice to the base of her spine and dragged it slowly back up towards her shoulders. Then, Angel somehow managed to force air onto her wet skin, making Buffy yelp and shake. Near tears, she squeezed her hands painfully around the headboard bars and pleaded, "Please, make me come." Confident that they had teased her enough, Angel and Spike glanced at each other with predatory smiles on their lips. Holding Buffy to the bed, they released their demons and swooped down on her. Angel bit into Buffy's shoulder as Spike bit into the back of her hip and Buffy screamed as pleasure swamped her. * * * * * * Buffy moaned softly as she tossed and turned in her sleep, kicking at the covers on top of her. Her lovers had kept her occupied and cool for hours, until she was so limp and exhausted, she could hardly move. Still, she couldn't sleep comfortably in the strange Sunnydale heat or without Spike in bed with her. He had snuck out of the house nearly a half-hour before to hunt alone before the sun rose. Spike made a weekly habit out of the solo hunting and Buffy was learning to accept the powerful desires of his demon. He promised early on in their relationship that he would hunt and not kill as long as Angel and Buffy continued to provide him with a source of human blood. Still, she had grown so accustomed to sleeping with both of her lovers and it was difficult for her to sleep any other way. Sweat began to build on Buffy's body and she rolled towards Angel and the coolness that seemed to radiate from his body. Angel slept soundly as she unconsciously rolled on top of him. "Fuck, it's so hot..." she whimpered against his chest and tried to pull his arms around her. Angel came awake as Buffy's lips brushed against his chest and she squirmed above him. "Buffy? You okay, baby?" "So hot, so hot..." She babbled and continued to move on top of him in attempts at cooling every inch of her skin at once. For the most part, she was asleep, but her body craved close contact with her vampires. Angel frowned down at her and then a growl built in the back of his throat as she moved against him. Although she was too far lost in sleep to plan it, she still managed to arouse Angel's body with her unintentionally erotic wiggling. "Buffy, wake up, baby," Angel said as he rubbed his hands up and down her back. "You're cold..." Buffy observed as she started to wake from his touch and soothing voice. Feeling his erection stir against her inner thigh, Buffy began to purposely move her hips against him. "Feels so good," she whispered, rising up enough to slip a hand between her legs. With practiced ease, she guided his cock to her entrance and sank down on him with a grateful sigh. She flattened her body against him as much as was humanly possible and buried her face in the crook of his neck. A long minute passed, but Buffy wasn't moving. Angel panted needlessly, trying to force his body under control. "Um, Buffy?" "Mmm?" she replied through her sleepy haze. "You just going to sleep like this?" He tried not to sound too desperate, but he wasn't exactly in full control of himself with her surrounding his staff with her powerful inner-muscles and her breasts smashed against his chest. "Mmm-hmmm." Her body cooled off significantly with him against her and inside of her, she was much too comfortable to move. Angel couldn't help but chuckle a little. He wasn't sure if she was awake and teasing him on purpose or if she was honestly too caught up in sleep to realize what she was saying or doing. "Not that I mind you being this close, but you're killing me, baby." "Don't wanna move." Gritting his teeth against the demand from his body to roll her over and make love to her, he ran one hand over the back of her neck and around to feel her forehead. "Shit, Buffy, you're burning up." His concerned voice finally broke through the barrier of sleep and Buffy came almost fully awake. "I'm fine. You just feel good like this," she said, trying to calm him down as she snuggled closer to him. Physically and mentally exhausted, Buffy's ability to think was reduced to the bare minimum. As far as her body was concerned, she was hot and Angel possessed the cold that eased her discomfort. Hoping her brief explanation would satisfy him, Buffy placed a quick kiss to his collarbone and tried to sleep again. "Playing without me, I see," Spike said from the doorway. "Come over here," Angel directed almost immediately after his childe came into view. His voice was practically silent, but it was loud enough for Spike's ears to hear. The older man cradled Buffy's head against his shoulder and gently rolled their bodies together so they were both on their sides. Spike frowned at Angel's tone, but without further instruction, he shed his clothes and climbed into bed behind Buffy. Buffy sighed as Spike's coolness covered her back and she arched against him for maximum contact. Spike had many questions, but he kept them to himself and trusted Angel to know what he was doing. He knew something was wrong; he knew Buffy felt unnaturally hot and that worried Angel, but still he said nothing. "Mmmm....much better," Buffy sighed and drifted back to sleep in the cool comfort of her lovers' arms. Angel just wrapped his arms around Spike and pulled all three of their bodies tightly together. His lust was squashed by the frightening reality that something could actually be wrong with Buffy. The rational part of his mind told him she was fine, but a paper cut would worry him. He finally had the woman he loved and his treasured childe with no obstacles keeping them apart, but without knowing how much time they had left together...he couldn't take anything for granted. 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. |