Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17. M/F sex. B/A, B/S. Bondage, naughty use of ice cream. Angel looked down at the cards splayed out on the coffee table and sighed. "You're cheating." "Am not," Spike protested weakly, knowing there wasn't much of a chance that Angel would believe him. His Royal Flush easily overshadowed Angel's three of a kind, but the hands were not an impossible combination... "Your hands may be fast, but they're not invisible," Angel explained, wondering why he'd agreed to play a game of cards with Spike in the first place. The blond always cheated. Thinking about it though only reminded him of the reason: Buffy wasn't home and he was desperate for something to do. That "something" would have been Spike, except that Buffy had requested they wait until she got home, forcing the vampires to think of something non-sexual to occupy their time in her absence. They really should have picked a different game. Their senses picked up on the sound of footsteps that approached the house, then the sound of keys in the front lock and Buffy's unique scene entering the house, and both vampires smiled at each other. "Hi honies, I'm home!" Buffy shouted from the foyer, slamming the door behind her. She kicked off her shoes then made her way to the living room where her lovers were waiting impatiently. "Whatcha got there?" Spike asked over his shoulder with child-like interest, desperate for a distraction from defending his apparently not-so-subtle cheating efforts. Buffy looked down at the bag in her arms as if she'd forgotten she was holding it. "Oh this! Well, I was out and about and I stumbled across this stuff. I think they call it... ice cream?" The card game forgotten, Spike raised an eyebrow, Angel growled deeply and Buffy bolted up the stairs with a bag full of ice cream cartons. A thunderous sound followed her up the stairs and into the master bedroom and she smiled and turned to face her lovers as they charged into the bedroom. Completely naked. Buffy's eyes widened in shock and appreciation. "I don't think you two have ever undressed that quickly." "We were very motivated," Angel smirked at her. "I think you two need to get your asses on the bed," Buffy suggested as she put the bag on the floor by the bed and casually dug through it for her first selection. She barely saw them move out of the corner of her eye, but the gentle rocking of the headboard against the wall and the soft rustling of the comforter and sheets were proof enough. With her back to them, Buffy reached for the shoulder ties of her sundress. Two quick tugs and the dress fluttered to the ground to surround her feet and bare her naked body. Matching growls of desire sounded from behind her and Buffy smiled, pleased that she'd had the effect she expected. Still smiling, she waltzed towards the bed with the chocolate ice cream in hand, digging the spoon she brought along into the rich substance. As she knelt at the foot of the bed, Buffy lifted the spoon to her mouth and sensuously licked the spoon clean. Scooping another spoonful out of the carton, Buffy offered it to Angel. "Wanna taste?" Unable to speak, Angel nodded and opened his mouth to accept the sweet offering, taking a particularly long time to release the spoon from between his lips. Buffy then repeated the process with Spike, noticing how he savored the flavor of chocolate as much as the erociticism of the action. She figured he'd enjoy this little game more than Angel, since despite his non-existent need for food; he enjoyed the taste of ice cream and chocolate immensely. "So, since you two are such experienced lovers, any suggestions for what I should do with this delicious dessert?" "Baby, you can do whatever the hell you want with it," Spike told her, his voice rough and hungry. "I could, drizzle it over your bodies and then lick you clean..." Buffy purposely let a few drops fall onto Spike's chest, then swiped her tongue across his muscled body to clean away the ice cream. She shifted closer to Angel and continued. "I could coat myself in it and make *you* two lick it off of me..." "Or..." Buffy lifted one leg over Angel's chest and sat down on top of him, facing his bobbing cock. His eyes narrowed at the view of her lean back and delicious ass that just begged to be grabbed, or if she kept her games up too long, spanked. She took a large scoop of ice cream, sucked it into her mouth and then lowered her lips to engulf Angel's cock. "FUCK!" Angel howled. He arched off the bed as her tongue swirled around him, spreading the ice-cold confection around his member. After a few teasing moments, Buffy pulled her lips back and swallowed the ice cream before glancing over her shoulder at her dark lover. "Are you sure? There are still so many other options..." "Buffy..." Angel warned, grabbing her hips to hold her still and support his warning. Giggling, Buffy sucked another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth and took his cock completely back into her mouth. Angel howled in pleasure and reached for Buffy's legs. He lifted her lower body so she straddled his head and quickly went to work on returning the favor to her. He didn't need something like ice cream to drive her insane with the cold sensation of his mouth and Buffy was squealing in delight around his cock in a matter of seconds. Scooping spoonfuls of Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream into his mouth, Spike watched, avidly entertained by his lovers' display. "This is better than watching TV," he commented between scoops. "Keep talking and all you'll be doing is watching," Angel growled, not interested in Spike's commentary at the moment. Annoyed that Angel had stopped licking long enough to speak, Buffy pulled back until just the sensitive tip of his cock was in her mouth, then sucked as hard as she could to get his attention. "Oh hell, Buffy..." Angel managed to groan before eagerly pulling her hips down to his mouth again, determined to retaliate. Playfully, they both used their mouths as weapons in a battle to bring the other pleasure and make them come first. When Buffy scraped her teeth along Angel's length, Angel nipped at her clitoris. When Buffy took him to the back of her throat and swallowed hard around the head, Angel moaned in surprise, unintentionally returning the favor to Buffy with the vibrations from his mouth. Together, the two drove each other to the edge of pleasure and neither relented until they were both the two cried out and came Exhausted, Buffy toppled over to the side and stretched out on her back between her male lovers. Both watched her heaving chest rise and fall with each breath as she panted to regain her composure. "Mmm, that was delicious." "And it's about..." Spike began, hovering a spoonful of ice cream over Buffy's lower abdomen. Drops of the chocolaty substance dripped down, spilling into her belly button and trailing slowly towards the patch of curls between her legs. "...To get better." He sucked the spoon free of the excess as Buffy yelped and moaned at the sensations caused by the sugary concoction. Eagerly, Spike let his mouth follow each trail of ice cream, but he ignored the most important trail that moved between Buffy's legs. Buffy lowered her hands to grab onto Spike's hair and direct the movement of his mouth to her clitoris, but he just chuckled at her eagerness and shook off her hands, moving his lips lower. Buffy growled at him and tried to grab for him again, but he batted her away. "Do I need to tie your hands down?" "Yes," Buffy gasped, as Spike's tongue danced on her inner thigh. Although it was spoken quietly, Spike didn't miss her response and immediately pulled his mouth away from her. He glanced at Angel, who was equally as shocked by Buffy's comment. "Hey don't stop!" Buffy shouted, once it registered that his mouth was no longer connected to her. She looked down at Spike and frowned at the intensity of his expression. "Do you want to be tied up, Pet?" The question made Buffy swallow as she realized her lovers had heard her quiet response. She hadn't meant to say that out loud... "Umm..." Buffy looked from one lover to the other and sighed in resignation. She could see in their eyes how much the idea turned them on and knew that despite her reservations, it turned her on as well. Breathing deeply to control the tension and desire Spike had stirred within her, Buffy spoke quietly. "Well, the way you two talk about it, I... I'm curious." "Is that a yes or a no?" Buffy glared at Spike's persistence. "I don't suppose you're going to make me come first." "Nah. I kinda like you all hot and bothered and wanting..." To emphasize that, Spike licked her inner thigh once, making her shiver. Buffy nibbled on her lip nervously. "Yes. It's a yes." As soon as the answer left her lips, Spike bounded off the bed and headed for the dresser. He didn't want to give her the opportunity to think too much about it or else he was sure she'd reconsider. Buffy rose on her elbows to watch, her mind still whirling with the knowledge that she'd just agreed to be tied up and at the mercy of her lovers. Her *vampire* lovers. She knew they wouldn't hurt her, but it was still slightly frightening. Angel slid closer to her, wrapping an arm over her bare stomach and resting his chin on her shoulder. Buffy knew he wanted to ask her if she really wanted this, but he was biting his tongue. In response to his comforting gesture, Buffy reached out for and squeezed the hand that was resting on her stomach, reassuring him. Seconds later, with two black scarves bunched in his hands, Spike crawled back onto the bed and up the length of Buffy's body, forcing her to lie back down to accommodate him as he straddled her stomach. Voluntarily, she raised her hands above her head, a final sign of her surrender, which made Spike grin in response. As he finished tying the scarves around her wrists, Spike looked down into Buffy's eyes and saw excitement, desire and...fear. Startled a bit by the fear, he leaned down kissed her hard, hoping to drive away those unwanted emotions. "We're not going to hurt you, sweets," Spike said reassuringly, cupping her face between his hands. "This is entirely about pleasure. And you can break through the scarves anytime. Okay?" "Okay," Buffy said with a nod and a tiny smile. With one more kiss to her lips, Spike moved to lay down at Buffy's side, trapping her between his body and Angel's. For a minute, they just watched her, raking their eyes blatantly over her bound nude form and delighting in the way she squirmed and twitched impatiently. "Please tell me you're not just going to watch me..." "On the contrary," Spike began as one of his hands lifted to her bound hands. While Buffy's attention was captured by his movement, she failed to notice Angel mimicking Spike. Together, their fingertips brushed ever so slightly over the skin of her arms, raising goosbumps and making Buffy shiver at the touch. As their hands reached her shoulders and neck, their mouths lowered to her breasts. Spike paused just before his lips could connect with her skin and grinned up at her. "You're going to watch us." Buffy cried out helplessly as the combination of their hands touching her so softly and the suction of their lips on her breasts sent uncontrollable bursts of pleasure through her body. Spike nipped at her hardened nipple and Buffy's head flew back into the pillow, her eyes squeezing shut at the sensation. "Don't close your eyes." Buffy blinked up at Spike in confusion, his words taking a moment to penetrate her thoughts. "Watch everything we do," Spike continued, both to further the explanation and to make sure she understood him the first time. He and Angel returned to their exploration of her body and Spike continued to narrate. "Feel everything we do. You have to trust that we're not going to hurt you. Trust us." Her lovers mirrored each other as they kissed and touched her sensitized skin. They both seemed to know exactly what the other was doing and it was driving her absolutely insane. She wanted nothing more than to dig her fingers into their supple hair to direct and encourage their efforts, but the scarves around her wrists quickly reminded her that touching them was not an option. She never knew how exhilarating it could be to give up control in such a simple way and experience such new pleasure as a result. Watching their every move, like Spike had directed, Buffy began to whimper as they continued their oral attention down her tanned legs, both keeping a cruel distance from her needy center. "Know that you're sacrificing your control to us. We're going to drive you completely mad with desire..." With a nip to her ankle and a devilish smirk, Spike finished his statement almost maliciously. "And there's nothing you can do about it." They all knew that was a lie, as one tug from Buffy's arms against the scarves or the slightest hint that Buffy wasn't enjoying what they were doing would end the game immediately, but the implication of her helplessness only heightened her arousal. Both males rose high onto their knees at the foot of the bed, lifting and spreading her legs in the process. Buffy tried not to blush, but it was an inevitable response. Their strong hands were wrapped tightly around her ankles, their mouths sucked delicately and skillfully on her toes and their heated eyes traveled from her own to her completely exposed, dripping pussy. A rock would feel uncomfortable if her lovers looked at it the way they were looking at her. Unable to take another second of the torment, Buffy begged them desperately to stop teasing. Almost as if he was just as desperate, Spike flung the leg he was holding out of his way, moved between her thighs and lifted her hips off the bed. With a grunt, Spike speared her body with his cock and Buffy screamed in pure pleasure. Encouraged by her response, Spike helped her wrap her legs around him, then grabbed her ass and began to thrust into her with an almost animalistic intensity. Their eyes connected and Spike knew from her gaze that she was enjoying every second of this. She loved being made love to, but sometimes, she loved a good hard fuck so much more. "You're so wet, luv," Spike said as he ground his pelvic bone into her, stimulating her clitoris with each pounding of his cock. "Yes!" Buffy agreed with a gasp. She was so close to the edge, one syllable words were the extent of her vocabulary. He was fucking her so hard and her body was flooded with pleasure, her mind refusing to work. It was heaven. "More, please..." Buffy begged. "So close!" With one more powerful thrust from Spike that would surely result in delicious bruises on her thighs and pelvis later, Buffy was soaring into ecstasy. Spike's name flew from her mouth in a needy gasp and she bucked wildly on the bed. The sight of her was more than enough for Spike and he finally let himself go, filling Buffy to the brim with his seed, grunting her name both in satisfaction of his own pleasure and encouragement for hers to continue. She was so absolutely beautiful when she came. Drained, Spike's fell on top of Buffy, but he had enough sense to position himself so not to crush her. His cock remaining deep inside of her, held in place by Buffy's fluttering inner muscles and her legs that were cinched tightly around his hips. "Mmmm, I had no idea bondage could be like that..." "If we'd known you'd enjoy it this much, we would have tried it a long time ago." Buffy smile at that, no longer frightened by the notion. "Now, can someone untie me?" "Not yet," Angel spoke up before Spike could reach over and untie the scarves. Buffy's eyes widened and she began to panic as Angel looked at her hungrily. "Wha--?" "Watching you two has made me hungry," he explained, reaching back over the edge of the bed for the ice cream. There was only one carton left, but as he looked at the label, he couldn't help but smile at the flavor. "Oddly appropriate, I think," Angel mused, tossing the lid aside and fumbling around on the bed for the spoon that had been discarded. "Karamel Sutra?" Spike wondered aloud once he caught sight of the carton's name. Buffy smiled sheepishly. "It was hard to resist." "Just like you," Angel whispered in a husky voice. Giving up on finding the spoon, he dipped two fingers into the ice cream and smeared it from her breastbone down to her belly button. Lowering his mouth, he began to clean up the mess he made on her flawless skin. Once he was finished with that, Angel dug his fingers back into the ice cream and brought them to her still-wet cleft, then carefully wormed his ice cream-slick fingers into her. She arched off the bed as the cold substance melted against her scalding heat and Angel licked his fingers clean, admiring the sight before him. Still bound to the bed, her hair was a mess from her desperate thrashing and her skin flushed from pleasure. "Oh god..." Buffy groaned, unable to keep from squirming under his powerful gaze and the strange sensation of ice cream melting between her legs. Moving almost too fast for her eyes, Angel slithered down the bed and settled between Buffy's legs. Holding her legs open and firmly against the bed, his tongue snaked out to find any traces of ice cream. His tongue stabbed into her core, seeking the ice cream he'd put there while his fingers spread her for his mouth and his nose brushed against her clitoris. It didn't take long before Buffy was crying Angel's name and arching almost completely off the bed as her orgasm consumed her. * * * * * As the sun fell to the horizon and Buffy was finally untied from the bed, the three lovers collapsed together against the soft pillows and sheets, completely exhausted. The only movement amongst them was Spike as he delicately rained kisses over every centimeter of Buffy's wrists. They were only slightly pinkened from friction against the scarves, but Spike insisted on pampering her Buffy was enjoying the sensation of Spike's lips on her skin far too much to protest. "Remind me to bring home ice cream again," Buffy said with a yawn. Spike and Angel chuckled softly and snuggled closer to her on the bed. "Sleep, my love. You have a busy day tomorrow." Without another word, Buffy took Angel's advice and let her body finally drift to sleep. * * * * * End "Ice Cream, You Scream" 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. |