This can't be happening. But it seems so inevitable somehow. He is dragging me into the crypt, and I feel the leather of his duster against my naked flesh. He wrapped me in his coat when he took me from my bed. He didn't want me to put any clothes on. Apparently I'm not going to need any.

Angelus is back, and I'm not scared. I'm exhilarated, the blood pumping through my veins, the hot rush between my thighs…the sweet scent of him on my nostrils. No, I'm not scared.

As he carries me into the heady darkness, I see Spike. He is reclining on a chair and he looks up, shocked and surprised as he sees his Grand-Sire with the Slayer in his arms. “You two back on, eh?” he snarks with barely concealed anger. He loves me. I know that, and it thrills me in many ways that I don't even want to explore. Angelus' hands grip my waist as he sets me down on the raised coffin, and I feel the cold stone against my thighs.

“I'm going to share her, William,” Angelus purrs, and his hands travel up underneath my coat. Spike looks startled and stands up, coming forward and looking at me, lying helpless against the coffin. He grins, showing his teeth and cocks his head.

“Share her, Angelus?” he murmurs, and then touches my arm. I shudder, and drop my head, wanting to die from shame. How can I be enjoying this? This domination? This virtual rape? But I am, and I want more.

“Please…” I gasp and Angelus' mouth curls in the way I know too well. Shoving aside the coat, he bares all my naked flesh to the cold air and goose bumps immediately appear, my nipples poking out in rock hard relief. I feel Angelus' cock jump against my leg. He growls and bends his head, claiming my lips in a hungry possession.

“Go ahead, Will,” he intones to his childe, running a hand down the younger vampire's arm possessively. “Do what you will with her.”

Spike's eyes meet mine and I give him a pleading look. I want him to touch me. I can't even explain it. But I want to dance, and nothing else will satisfy. His head lowers and then his lips are closing around my nipple, teasing the angry peak with his teeth, until I hear his muffled snarl and then he is sucking voraciously. God…god…I want to scream from the pleasure/pain that is shooting through my body. Angelus smiles with a knowing glint and shoves a cool hand between my legs.

“You want that, lover?” he purrs, his voice like liquid velvet. “You're dripping, Buff…so wet…”

I am, and it's hot; I can feel my own wetness on my thighs as he slides three fingers inside me and Spike's hand joins his. “Mmmm…” I whimper and they both grin, pressing me back so I'm lying fully back against the cold stone and my legs are flung over the side.

How can this feel so good? Angelus' mouth is like sin as it buries between my thighs, and Spike's fingers plunge inside me. I want to die now. Because this is darkness, itself. It feels as if I have surrendered to some force that I never knew about. Some untold desire that has stirred within me ever since we called the first Slayer. Did she do what I am doing? Did she spread her legs and let two men fuck her?

This is primal, and ancient and my body is singing with it. I'm not afraid of this. I want to sweat, and I am, the hot liquid pouring from me, my body slick to the touch. Angelus is ripping off his pants, freeing his cock. I stare at the hard length, watch it grow beneath my gaze and I'm touching it suddenly, sliding my little hands over him. Spike watches, and then his hand joins mine, and our fingers interlock as we stroke and squeeze Angelus. He groans, and I'm fascinated. This is Angel…and yet its not.

Shoving our hands away, he grabs me and flings me onto my knees. The stone bruises me, but I ignore the pain. He strokes and squeezes my ass and then slams into me from behind. Oh…this is so hard and brutal and I love it. The hunger for this has consumed me for years and now he is finally within me again. I don't care that it is his demon self…this part of him is welcome to me. Welcome to fuck me senseless because that is what I need. To be full and wet and hurting after so many years of silent emptiness.

Spike's hands curve over my chin and he forces my head up. His cool cock brushes my face and it ignites such a need…closing my hands around the length, I let my tongue slide down the tip, taking it between my lips and sucking. This is so wrong…but I love it. Finally, I feel like a Slayer. With these two vampires inside me.

Spike groans and begins to thrust his hips as his hands tangle in my hair and Angelus grinds his hips against mine, my body jerking with the power behind his thrusts. “Ahhhhh…” I moan, muffled as Spike's cock fills my mouth to overflowing.

And that is when I feel it. The pinprick of teeth against my neck. Angelus bites clean and deep, where his souled self once bit, and he begins to drink, the feral power behind his lips evident as he begins to ram into me voraciously. Spike bends over, as my mouth rides his cock, and sinks his teeth into the other side of my neck.

Pulling, biting, groaning, wet…wet…everything is blurry and I feel my body burning. My mouth is ravenous, I feel I will never get enough of his seed as it spurts down my throat, and my insides are eating up Angelus, squeezing him in contractions as I come. Both vampires drink and drink, the blood sliding thickly over my neck and dripping onto my breasts, their mouths and teeth taking my life slowly.

I did want to dance.

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