Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17. M/M Sex, blood play. A/S. "Buffy!" the males called out together as they caught Buffy and prevented her from falling against the hard tile beneath them. Led blindly by panic, Angel and Spike wrapped her in a towel and moved her to their bedroom. Millions of thoughts raced through their minds as they tried to think up a logical explanation for her state of unconsciousness. They laid her relaxed body on the bed and each tried in their own ways to coerce her body to wake up again. Spike frantically stroked Buffy's wet hair back from her hot face while he pleaded softly in her ear for her to wake up. Angel on the other hand was too stunned for words and busied himself with drying off the rest of Buffy's body with the towel. A few minutes that seemed to drag on for hours passed before Buffy's eyes fluttered open and slowly, she became aware of everything again. "What happened?" "You fainted, love. How do you feel?" Angel asked, concerned. Buffy's head began to spin and she groaned. "Weird. I feel hot..." Angel ran his hand over Buffy's forehead, feeling her temperature for the hundredth time. "You are, baby." Buffy grabbed Angel's hand as it brushed against her cheek and held it close. In response, Angel leaned forward and kissed her forehead and nose. "Why am I so hot?" she asked him. "We're going to find out and make it stop, okay?" Buffy turned her head against Angel's hand and kissed his palm. "'Kay." Relaxed by their presence, Buffy started to drift to sleep. The doorbell rang and Spike rushed out of the room to answer it. He returned alone a few seconds later and called out softly to Angel. Angel kissed Buffy one last time and then left her to rest, following Spike out of the room. * * * "It wasn't expected," Leroy explained. He had raced over to the house immediately after the frantic call from Spike. As soon as Spike explained Buffy's symptoms, he understood what was wrong with her. His people had been studying the threesome constantly and researching the past relationships of bonded vampires, but no amount of research could prepare them for the uniqueness of the bond between the vampires and the Slayer. Fortunately for Leroy, his people had connections with even higher creatures that could provide answers in a time of need. This was definitely one of those times. "There is--" Leroy started to speak, but stopped when another voice sounded from the other room. "Spike? Angel?" Buffy called softly from the bedroom. Angel cocked his head to the side, silently ordering Spike to check on Buffy. As soon as the blond was gone, the dark vampire grabbed Leroy by the throat and slammed him against the nearest wall. The plaster cracked and crumbled in pieces to the ground as Leroy's face turned an unusually pale white as he dangled above the floor. "Tell me how to fix her," he growled in a deadly tone. "Or I don't care what powers you have or great things you have done for us, I'll kill you." Leroy swallowed nervously, but forced out an answer anyway. "She needs blood. Yours and Spike's, specifically." Angel lowered the demon to his feet, but didn't loosen his grip. "Keep talking." "You are essentially bonded together, but your bodies are not...not in the ways that matter in the vampire world. We could not replicate that kind of bond. Tonight, when you both drank from her at the same time, it set something in motion..." Angel's jaw tightened, but he kept a tight hold on Leroy and his composure. "We've both tasted her at the same time before..." he started to explain, as if searching for another cause to Buffy's suffering. "Yes, and this has been building ever since the first time." "And it's not going to stop like it did the last times..." Angel realized. "I'm afraid that's true. You see, all this time, she's been craving your blood, but she hasn't understood the cravings. When it gets this bad, the fire inside of her makes her delirious and unaware of what is happening to her or how it can be fixed." "Fire?" "Figuratively speaking of course, although to her, it feels real enough. It's a part of the bond. An alert system, if you will. So rarely are three destined to be as you three and never before has there been such a bond between vampires and Slayer. It must constantly be reinforced or it will destroy you all." Somewhat more relaxed, but still on edge, Angel released the death grip he had around the demon's neck and took a calming step backwards. "She needs our blood?" "Yes, and as soon as possible. But, there is one thing you must understand and your bond as three depends on it. You and Spike must mix your blood together--virtually equal parts from both of you and feed it to her. She cannot drink directly from one of you, it must be a combination at one time." Angel understood Leroy's directions, but his eyes were still glazed with confusion and anger. "How do we make her drink?" "Oh don't worry about that," Leroy said. "She may not be consciously aware of what she needs to ease her pain, but she will welcome the taste of the blood." "Fine," Angel growled anxiously and practically stormed into the bedroom for his childe. Spike had climbed onto the bed with Buffy, spooning her from behind and rubbing his hands up and down her bare arms while trying to calm her with the sound of his voice. Angel kept his distance from the bed for fear of being drawn to Buffy and losing sight of his purpose, and instead called out to his childe from the doorway. "Spike, come with me." "What's going on?" he asked almost inaudibly, not letting go of Buffy. "I'll tell you in the kitchen. We have to do something." Spike frowned, but reluctantly slid away from his female lover. In his absence, Buffy tugged at the blankets and pillows around her, pulling them close. * * * In the kitchen, Angel explained the situation to Spike as best as he could while he used a sharp knife to cut deep slices in Spike's hand and his own. Wanting to be exceptionally accurate, he let their blood drip into a measuring cup before he transferred the mixed liquid into a mug. Spike wanted to challenge the words Angel was telling him, but couldn't force the words to come out of his mouth. The mere thought of their relationship causing Buffy this pain drove him absolutely mad. Weren't they already paying enough of a price and why did Buffy have to suffer? Angel pulled some gauze and tape out of a drawer and expertly wrapped and secured the soft material over the cut on his hand. His cut and Spike's would heal quickly, but not quickly enough. "Why?" Spike asked, out of the blue while Angel bandaged the cut on Spike's hand. "Why what?" "Why does this have to happen to her? Why now? Why now after everything else she's been through today...*why*?" With both hands, Angel pulled Spike's head towards him and kissed the younger man's forehead soundly. He angled Spike's head so that they were looking directly in each other's eyes then began to speak. The hint of tears he saw in the blond man's eyes nearly broke his heart. "I don't know, Will. But she's going to be okay and we're going to keep her that way. Alright?" Spike nodded, having little other choice but to trust his Sire. * * * "Buffy, love, wake up." Sitting on the side of the bed, Angel gently caressed Buffy's face and shoulders until she gradually became awake. "Angel..." "Sit up for me, baby," he directed as he lifted her to do just that. Spike repositioned himself so he was sitting behind her, supporting her weight while he handed the warmed mug over to Angel. "Drink this. You'll feel much better." Buffy looked with leery eyes into the red liquid, "What is it?" "Just--" Angel stopped talking as Buffy grabbed the mug from his hands and practically started to chug the blood until it was completely gone. With a satisfied sigh, she licked her lips of any excess and let Angel take the mug back. Buffy relaxed against Spike and the blond vampire adjusted both of their bodies to lie down against the mattress. Sated by the blood, Buffy's eyes drifted shut and she relaxed in Spike's arms. "She will be fine. For a while," Leroy explained from his place across the room. Angel turned and glared at the demon. He knew their destiny wasn't Leroy's fault, but he was the closest target for Angel's anger. Reality reminded him that Leroy was doing everything he could to make this easy on the three of them, but his irrational nature encouraged him to overreact and blame Leroy and his people for their pain. "You can leave now," Angel growled. Understanding, Leroy nodded and moved to leave. He made it as far as the front door before he realized that he forgot to tell the vampires something crucial. He turned around only to find Angel standing mere inches away. Hesitantly, Leroy began to speak. "There is something else..." "Do you really want to risk giving me more bad news?" "It's not--" Leroy began before stopping himself. Getting to the point as quickly as possible was the wise decision in this situation. "You and your childe must watch her carefully. The cravings will be random. Some times she will want you two to feed from her and others she will need your blood. Don't stop feeding from her and watch for the fire to ignite inside of her. Even if she knows what is happening to her, she may never recognize her cravings. You must do that for her." "Thank you," Angel muttered. Leroy smiled and nodded, acknowledging the vampire's appreciation in spite of his rage. Without another word, he let himself out and disappeared into the darkness where he came from. * * * * * After Leroy left the house, Angel returned to the bedroom and watched as Buffy slept peacefully in Spike's arms. He stretched out on the bed in front of her and watched her carefully, much like Spike was doing from her other side. Buffy felt like she had been sleeping for months and the concerned looks from her lovers convinced her that something was very wrong. "What's going on?" Angel didn't know where to begin. "What's the last thing you remember?" he asked, hoping her answer would help him. Buffy frowned at him, but thought back to her most recent memories. "We went to take a shower after the pool..." "Do you remember us biting you?" Spike asked impatiently. He couldn't stand waiting for her memories to return to her. "Of course--" Buffy shut her eyes as memories flooded her. "I passed out...why?" "It's a new kink in our bond," Angel explained honestly. "You need us to bite you together and in return, you crave our blood." Buffy paled and her lower lip trembled with fear. "So, I'm a vampire...?" Spike leaned forward and kissed her lips, trying to fend off the tears that were surfacing. "No, love. You're still you." Angel rubbed a hand up and down along Buffy's side, trying to soothe her with his touch as well as his voice. "It bonds us together. Usually only has to be done once, but we're apparently special." "I thought we were already bonded," Buffy said, sadly as a persistent tear slid from the corner of her eye. Angel brushed a thumb at the drop as it trailed down her cheek. "Not by blood, but we are now." Buffy sniffed and licked at her dry lips. "But we're okay?" she asked meekly. "We're better than okay, baby," Angel declared, lowering his mouth to hers in a kiss that forced her tears away. Responding to his passion, Buffy tugged Angel until he was lying on top of her and returned his kiss with all the energy she had. She pulled at his clothes and reached for him in desperation, but as she raised a leg to wrap around him, her muscles inside and out protested painfully. "Ow," she gasped, yanking her mouth away from his and lowering her leg gingerly back to the bed. Angel pulled back and smiled softly at her look of disappointment. "You need your rest." She tried to keep him close, but he rolled to the center of the bed, placing himself between his two blond lovers. "This sucks. You'd think the least I could get would be faster healing powers. Officially bonded to two vampires and my body can't keep up," Buffy pouted, making both vampires laugh. "We'll wear you out all over again once you're all better," Spike promised as he reached to the foot of the bed where the covers were crumpled to grab the sheet. She giggled happily, "I can't wait." "Sleep my sweet," Angel directed, pulling the bed sheet over her and settling down to rest with her. * * * * * "We almost lost her tonight," Angel whispered in a quiet voice only Spike could hear. "She's still here, mate. That's what counts." Angel arched an eyebrow. "Oh, so now you're calm?" Spike narrowed his eyes, but couldn't think of a response that would be effective as a whisper. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed Angel, hoping it would shut the older man up. Buffy was alive and well and Spike didn't want to discuss it anymore. Surrendering to Spike's proposed change of plans, Angel continued the kiss and tugged at the blond until he was lying on top of Angel's chest. * * * * * A soft purr and the gentle movement of the bed brought Buffy out of her sleep and she quietly turned towards the source. Her mouth opened in a gasp as she saw her two lovers completely naked on top of the covers beside her, kissing and groping each other. Angel had Spike pinned beneath his larger form and was practically devouring the younger vamp with his mouth. As soon as she was awake, both males stopped what they were doing and turned their attention on her. Angel smiled sheepishly, realizing too late they should have gone to another room. "Sorry love, we just--" "Don't stop," she whispered. "I want to watch." Smiling at their voyeuristic lover, the vampires didn't hesitate to obey her request. Angel grabbed Spike's hands and pinned them on the pillow as he reclaimed Spike's mouth. Spike appeared not to be in a mood to fight for dominance and instead released full control to his sire. Angel welcomed the display of submission and moved so that he could suck at Spike's neck. Sliding his whole body lower, Angel continued down Spike's body, laving and biting at the hard pale flesh his mouth encountered on the way. Spike encouraged the decent with moans and an enthusiastic thrusting of his hips to direct Angel to the spot where his mouth was needed most. The message was not lost on Angel, who settled down on top of Spike's legs with his head mere inches away from the blond's erection. Licking his lips in an exaggerated fashion, Angel caught Spike's full attention before he dove down on the hard cock in front of him. Spike's eyes rolled back into his head and he gritted his teeth as his sire touched his cock in a way that defied explanation. Angel mercilessly used every trick he knew to bring Spike to the very brink of pleasure and leave him hanging perilously on the edge. After many demanding thrusts of Spike's hips towards Angel's mouth, Angel pulled away and looked up at Spike. Spike stared down intently at his sire and realized what he should have predicted from the beginning: he wasn't going to get to come until his sire did. He was being teased and in front of Buffy, no less. Reaching over his head to the nightstand, Spike's hand blindly fumbled with the alarm clock and nearly knocked over the lamp before he grabbed the lubricant he wanted. Angel took the tube from Spike and rose higher above the younger male to give him room to maneuver. With a groan, Spike flipped over onto his stomach, careful not to crush his cock against the bed. Angel took the fruit-flavored lubricant and spread the greasy substance all over his cock. Without further preparation, Angel pried Spike's cheeks apart and drove his cock down into the body beneath him. The position and minimal lubrication ensured that Spike felt pain as well as pleasure when Angel entered him, but Spike welcomed the sensations with another groan. Buffy watched her lovers move with one another in a perfect rhythm. She felt a tingle in her womb, but ignored it, as she knew her body would not allow her more physical pleasure. She would have to settle for enjoying the pleasure of her lovers. For once, her pleasure could wait. Angel stretched out on top of Spike, using only one arm to hold his weight and the other to wrap around Spike's stomach and hold him close. Angel slid in and out of Spike with slow, but intensely powerful thrusts, making them both grunt each time Angel's pelvis hit Spike's backside. Spike wanted to howl out in frustration as he felt his sire's arm wrap around him and do nothing else. Instead, he bit into the pillow beneath his head before he reluctantly raised his head to speak. "Angel please," Spike whispered harshly. Pleased with those two simple yet meaningful words, Angel moved his arm around Spike so that he could grab hold of Spike's cock. They both sighed as he made contact and began to pump his hand rhythmically with the pace of his thrusts. Never disturbing his pace, Angel allowed his game face to come forth and with a heated glance at Buffy, he swooped down and bit deeply into Spike's shoulder. Spike let out a primal yell and came, spurting onto Angel's hand and the sheet beneath him. The blood of his childe combined with the sound of his pleasure threw Angel over the edge as well with a few additional thrusts and a cry of his own. Together they crumbled to the bed in a heap of lifeless flesh, Angel licking slowly at the bite on Spike's shoulder. Not entirely comfortable seeing them so still, Buffy reached a hand out to stroke Angel's back. He turned to her immediately and gave her a satisfied smile before carefully extracting himself from Spike's body. Completely worn out, Spike didn't so much as flinch at the loss of contact. "God, you two are so beautiful together," Buffy admitted. "It's like your bodies were made to make love like that..." Before either of her lovers could interrupt, Buffy continued with words that reassured her lovers she felt no jealousy of their relationship. "As soon as I'm feeling better, we're going to have to see how I look between you two." 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