With a sigh, I snuggled deeper into the folds of the couch I had flopped down upon. The day had been spent in bed exploring the bodies of my new lovers, which left me totally exhausted; hence the couch flopping. However, they had vampiric stamina and had left me to pick up some essentials for me -namely food and clothing. I was starving and, well, mostly naked.

The shrill ring of the phone roused me slightly, but I decided to let the machine get it. If it was anyone important, he would wait for me to pick up the phone. Cordy's voice -Angel only used 'new fangled' technology when he had to- requested that the caller leave a message after the beep, so that his call could be returned. It was the usual phone message; however what I heard after the beep was not what I expected.

"Angel! This is Buffy." The tinge of worry in her voice made me take notice. "Willow disappeared while we were at the Bronze last night, and we haven't be able to find her anywhere. I thought that maybe one of you guys had talked to her. Call me when you get in. Bye."

Shit, of all the times they actually decide to pay attention to what I do, it has to be now. Sighing, I ran my fingers through me hair. That wasn't exactly true; they did care about me a lot and were good friends for the most part, but sometimes they were just really self absorbed. Not that that was a bad thing; sometimes their selfishness worked to my advantage.

Pushing myself off of the couch, I moved across the room to where the phone was located and stared at it for a moment. I didn't want to make the phone call, afraid that it might spoil some of the purity of my new relationship, but I also did not want Buffy to worry. She had way too much going on in her life without my vanishing act added to the pile.

I reached to pick up the phone, but strong fingers closed over mine, stilling my movements. I turned and found myself staring into a set of piercing blue eyes for just moments before a set of lips plundered mine. While I was being kissed, I heard someone play the message on the machine. As Buffy's voice was emitted from the speaker, the hand that was in my hair tightened and pulled me closer to a cool, hard body.

Finally, I pulled back from the kiss and smiled up into my lover's face as I caught my breath. "Now that's what I call a greeting, Spikey dearest," I teased and turned to face my other lover as Spike threw himself on the couch. "Don't I get one from you as well, Angel?"

Not to be outdone, Angel dropped to his knees in front of me. "Of course," he whispered against my lips before parting them in a gentle kiss. His tongue gently probed mine for a few moments before he broke off his lips from mine. Whispering soft endearments in between movements, he trailed nibbling kisses across my cheek and down my face.

I marveled at how different Angel and Spike were, not counting their coloring and build. Angel was more the attentive romantic than Spike was. Every caress that he gave, every word that he spoke was merely another step toward my seduction. Gentle and always flattering, for the most part he treated me like something breakable. Demanding and powerful, Spike, on the other hand, was like a whirlwind. He always knew what we both wanted and gave it to us without asking any questions. His kisses, his touches, his movements were always firm. Not that either of them was predictable; they switched roles or both played the same one, but those spurts did not characterize them.

Finally, Angel pulled back and admired his work; small red, splotches of barely visible teeth marks lined my throat. With the grace of a large predatory cat, he curled himself into a ball and laid his head into my lap. "Do we have to tell Buffy?" he asked, a slight whine tinting his voice.

"Yep," I answered, matter-of-factly. "I have to tell her."

"'We,' luv," Spike corrected. "Slutty is going to be pissed at us, you do know that?"

"No, Spike," I told him, winking. "She's going to be pissed at me. You two are just going to be dust."

Angel whimpered softly at my words, but the twinkle in his eyes gave him away. After the awful things that Angel had experienced in the last few years, I doubt that the threat of death from a Slayer scared him. I imagine that a stake through the heart could look appealing compared to a stint in Hell.

"Oh don't you worry," I mocked lightly as I stroked my fingers through his hair. "I'll turn her into a rat before I'd let her hurt either of you."

"Oh no, don't do that, red!" Spike exclaimed with false horror. "Don't disgrace rats like that. After all, us fellow terrorizers of humans have to look out for one another."

I giggled as an image of a rat protecting a vampire popped into my head. I dissolved completely into hysterics when I realized what would happen if I did turn the slayer into a rat since Buffy was terrified of rodents...or anything that crawled for that matter. I took hours of me telling her that she was a very attractive and non-vicious rat for her to get over that time she was transformed into one. I don't think any of us could deal with another round of Buffy hysterics over a rat.

"What's so funny, little one?" Angel asked, gazing up at me. Amusement twinkled in his eyes.

"Nothing," I told him as I began to calm down. "Just imagining Buffy's reaction of being turned into a rat again."

"The Slayer was a rat!" Spike exclaimed eagerly. "You wouldn't happen to have that on video, luv, would you?"

"Nope," I told him. I could tell that he wanted more details, but I didn't really want to give him any ammunition to use against Buffy the next time he saw her. The two harassed each other bad enough as it was.

"Damn!" He jutted out his lower lip in a mock pout. "I would give anything to have seen that." He looked at me pointedly. "Or to see it again."

"Anything?" I asked getting up from the chair. Slow and seductive, I dropped to my knees and crawled over to where he sat. Placing myself in between his legs, I ran my hands over his thighs before allowing them to toy with the buttons of his shirt. "What would you be willing to give me?"

Tangling his hands into my hair, he pulled my face toward his. His lips bruised mine as his tongue wrenched my mouth open, thrusting the muscle inside. I remained passive under his onslaught, despite the effort it cost me. I wanted nothing more than to melt into his kisses but that would come later.

Placing my hands upon his shoulders, I pushed myself back. "Well?" I asked.

He gave me a look of exasperation that seemed to ask, 'How can you want to play when I'm so horny?' "Anything you want, red," he rasped huskily.

"Hmmm," I drawled lazily. "I want..." I leaned forward to whisper into his ear. "You."

"Now, that pet, is something I can give you."

In a sudden move, Spike slung me over his shoulder and started to whisk me off to the bedroom. With a crook of my finger, I motioned to Angel to join us. I didn't want him to feel left out, after all. And two is always better than one.

The three of us entered the room together and began to remove our clothes. With just a few buttons to undo, I finished undressing first and lounged on the bed, savoring the sight of my lovers' flesh being revealed to me. I don't think that I'll ever tire to looking at their magnificent bodies. Finely chiseled bodies, refined features, blatant masculinity. Two finer specimens of male form would be hard to find even in LA.

After they finished undressing, the began to stalk toward the bed -each going to a different side- in a manner that made me feel very much like prey. Prey that wanted to be caught by her predators but prey nonetheless. They crept with demonic grace closer and closer, their eyes blazing trails upon my body. Finally, my two lovers stopped at the sides of the bed but did not join or even touch me; they just watched.

With frustration, I sighed and decided to play dirty. I didn't have the patience for their games. Pushing myself up onto my knees, I reached out and grabbed both of their cocks. I smiled with pleasure as small growls filled the room as I pumped them. I delighted in the way their flesh twitched in my hands and seemed to become even harder.

After a while, I decided that it was too much work to give two men hand jobs at once. Turning toward Angel, I grasped his cock in both of my hands.

"What about me?" Spike mumbled.

With impish smirk, I shot him a look over my shoulder and wiggled my ass in the air. "I'm sure you can figure something out," I told him before turning back to the vampire in front of me. I had been able to live out most of my sexual fantasies the night before , but there still was one thing I had never done before -given a blow job. I doubted that Angel would have any complaints receiving my first.

With a bit of apprehension, I ran my fingers lightly up and down Angel's penis before giving the head a tentative lick. The tension in my body must have been pretty bad, because suddenly I found Spike leaning over me, his hands caressing my body as he whispered small words of encouragement and instruction in my ear. Imaging that Spike had once been in the same position in front of Angel that I now was sent bolts of lust through my body, and I relaxed, falling into gentle rhythm of sucking and licking.

"Swirl your tongue on the underside of his head, luv," Spike told me. I did as he told me and smiled around the flesh in my mouth at Angel's groans. Yep, Spike had definitely done this before.

After I started to get comfortable with what I was doing, Spike abandoned me to move behind his sire. I watched, fascinated, as Spike reached out to caress his balls and anus before Angel's hands curled into my hair. I returned to my task with renewed vigor, sucking harder and focusing of the spots that Spike had pointed out to me.

Suddenly, Angel's hands tightened in my hair, but did not force me onto him, and he groaned loudly. His cock jerked and copious amounts of cum flooded my mouth. I tried my best to swallow it all, but some leaked out of the corners of my mouth. As I gave his cock one final kiss on its head, I heard a shriek come from the doorway.

"Ewww! You guys should *really* lock your doors!"

The three of us turned our heads to find the formidable Cordelia Chase standing just inside the room with her hand clasped firmly over her eyes as she kept shrieking.

With a groan, I flopped back down onto the bed. If I could survive Cordy, Buffy would be a breeze.