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thanks to all of you who reviewed DMP, it means a lot and inspired this, so i hope you like it !!!


Buffy twirled the stake as she walked, three days ago she’d had her universe shaken, not giving into only herself and one Spike, but 2, in essence at least. They’d walked her home where she’d laid her small body across the bed only to dream about the, well, dream team.

Restfield was her favorite place to patrol, it housed her favorite vampire, not that she’d ever voice that tidbit, it was hard enough to just admit it to herself, supernaturally married or not.

She had barely registered the tell tale tinglies on the back of her neck before she was unceremoniously thrown to the ground, breathless and bleeding.

“What the fuck?” she gasped out, looking at four very large demons she’d never seen before twin blurs of bleach and leather showed up in a frenzy of fists and fangs.

“Don’t get to touch her EVER” came the first roar and her eyes flicked to the second figure, more to her left who was now straddling a very near dead monster next to the corpse of a very dead one.

“Don’t” punch, “you” punch “EVER TOUCH MY GIRL” snap, the demons neck twisted with a sickening sound that she was slightly repulsed to find no longer repulsed her. She knew in a heartbeat that the one she was watching was him, not Randy, though he wasn’t bad on the eyes either.

Spike and Randy ran over almost at the same time, each one flanking a side of her, a series of questions erupting from their perfect lips.

“Are you okay?”
“Do you need help?”
“Where does it hurt?”

“My stomach and my leg” she hissed out, not complaining when Randy raised her shirt and Spike tugged on her pants, only to reveal two severe looking gashes that even her slayer healing was having trouble keeping up with.”

She saw the fear in Spike’s eyes as he and Randy lifted her up and began the walk to his crypt.

“Was a Cobracalious demon,” Spike began to explain, “A relative of the snake family…or the snake is a descendant of it…”

“Spike, I don’t think the semantics matter right now” she gasped out as the uneven ground caused her to jostle.

“Sorry kitten, its venom is toxic and spread through its claws, which managed to get you full on twice.”

“Cure?”

“Not manmade, no.”

“Demon made?” she asked, her stomach beginning to tighten in worry.

“Yes, and I’m guessing a vamp bot’s gonna’ come in handy too.” He answered with a small smirk.

“So what is it then?”

“Well kitten, we gotta’ suck it out” Spike answered with a leer that Randy donned as well, and just like that she relaxed, a small smile unknowingly playing on her lips allowing herself to doze off in their capable arms.

When they were both certain she was out Spike smiled at Randy, “Dibs on the leg.”

“Bugger”


Buffy came to with the sound of her clothes being cut, “Fuck I loved this outfit” she whined.

“Sorry princess, some of the blood was too dry; I didn’t want to open any part that was healed by peeling your clothes off, no matter how sexy the thought is.” Randy answered with a gentle though somehow still perverse smile.

Spike cut right to the chase, “You’ve been avoiding me”

She closed her eyes, “I know”

“You’re my mate”

“I know”

“I love you”

“I know that too” she said, fighting the sting of tears.

“You shouldn’t have claimed me back if you didn’t want me kitten, it hurts just being away from you for a moment.”

“It hurts me too…”

“It’s the claim” he explained softly.

She shook her head, “No, it hurt before that” she whispered and he chose to let it go at that for the moment, he’d been begging for a crumb for so long he wasn’t going to be mad when he got half the cookie and wanting to focus more on making her more comfortable, by getting the toxins out of her system.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be”, she tried her best not to squirm under their gaze as she lay across his bed free of clothing and while she managed to do that not even her super strength could fight the blush that bloomed across her body at the twin echoes of “so beautiful”.

When Randy leaned over and began to lave the blood from around the wound on her stomach she cooed in pleasure, the feeling soothing against her inflamed skin.

She saw him wink at her before a hand sneaked up to fondle her breast and in moments her head was on the pillow, eyes closed in pleasure.

“None of that now kitten” Spike purred applying a light pressure to her legs with his fingers, letting her know it was time to open up her legs for him, which she happily obliged, it felt as if months had passed since she’d last seen him.

The first lick was tentative, gauging how much pressure he could apply and where so as to cause her as little pain as possible, but she was his little Slayer and he was proud to see she didn’t flinch at all.

“That’s my girl” he purred out, mimicking Randy in the laving of the infected area, a hand sneaking to her clit to tease it lightly while a finger began to slowly pump inside her.

“Fuck…too much…” she moaned out, causing the males to grin at each other.

Randy left her taut stomach for a moment to capture a waiting nipple in his mouth, one of her hands tangled in his hair, the other hand went to Spike’s. When both men growled in unison she almost came undone, the assault on her senses almost too much even for her.

Randy nipped and licked his way back to the wound that he told her was ‘delicious’ and she giggled, both men loving the sound.

When Randy’s hand began to knead her breasts more urgently she couldn’t help but thrust her hips a little, sliding further down onto Spike’s pumping finger and that’s when they struck.

Randy’s fangs sunk into the smallest area of the wound on her stomach and Spike’s slid into her leg, the feel of the blood being pulled from her body more of a relief than anything else and once she began to relax she realized she was writhing into their mouths, hands and fingers wantonly, for her soul she could not have told the devil she was ashamed of her behavior.

The wound on the leg was easier to pull blood from then the stomach and so Spike finished first, with only a look he conveyed to Randy what he wanted and the vamp bot adhered to his ‘sires’ silent request, lifting and placing Buffy so that she now sat atop his firm erection, her back to his chest. To her dismay he remained still and stilled her when she made to move, “He’s not done” he whispered huskily into her ear and she moaned loudly, arching her breasts into his eager hands and keeping her eyes on Spike as he crawled up the bed and settled between her legs, which were between Randy’s.

She didn’t know why Randy had stopped kneading her breasts and tugging on her sensitive nipples to wrap his arms tightly around her until she watched as Spike’s mouth latched onto her clit roughly and his arms stopped her from bucking too much.

“Good girl, see how good he makes us feel? You’ll be all better in no time princess”

She was having a hard time thinking of anything but how all of this just felt right. When Randy’s hand replaced Spike’s she wasn’t entirely sure but she felt Spike’s lips and teeth close around the wound and came around Randy’s unmoving cock.

When Spike lifted his head to smile at her she found herself grinning back, “You’ve got blood on your face” she murmured.

“S’fine by me, do you want me to go wash up though?”

“No, I love you the way you are.”

He faltered on his ascent to her lips, “Do you now?”

Her answer was to free her arms from Randy’s grasp and pull him in for a passionate kiss while he was in his demon visage and covered in her blood, showing him her ultimate acceptance of who he was.

Her vampire, her enemy, her lover, her friend. Her mate.

Randy, ever impatient, pulled out of Buffy and moved until he was behind Spike, who was now in a kneeling position along with Buffy as their tongues dueled.

Not one to be forgotten he clamped down on his makers shoulder, pulling the rich blood into his mouth, Buffy, seeing the interaction, did the same to the opposite shoulder and positioned Spike’s cock so that she could slide onto it, Randy slipping into him from behind.

Buffy didn’t even blink in surprise at the sight before her, Spike could have anyone he wanted, be them male or female, and she wasn’t shocked that by the looks of it he’d explored both sides, it only made her heart swell to think that she’d been the one to win his heart with twice the amount of competition most other people had.

She noticed Spike was shaking, trying to control himself and decided tonight wasn’t about her, as it had been only three days ago, tonight was about him and his needs.

She never removed her mouth from the wound she had given and pulled slowly every few seconds with each gentle thrust she gave, Randy doing the same.

One of Spike’s hands was splayed across her back, trembling and holding her too him while he mumbled incoherently, the other reached up and behind to tangle in Randy’s hair.

“Love you so much kitten…I need…”

Buffy growled into his shoulder and upped the pace, Randy following suit and when Spike’s body began to jerk frantically Buffy and Spike murmured “mine” into his skin.

He’d never cum as hard as he was coming now, Buffy had pulled away from his shoulder to seek the warmth of his lips and he could taste them in it. His blood in her body was singing to him, calling out that he was complete, that this was what he had lived so many miserable years to find. The demon roared in completion and the man wept in happiness, the tears leaking from his eyes mingling with the blood on both their faces, each others blood, and washing away the sins they’d dealt each other.

His dick hadn’t stopped pulsing and he realized that Randy was still thrusting his cock into him, causing Spike to continuously thrust into Buffy’s needy pussy. He came again when Buffy’s muscles clamped around him and as he leaned forward to claim her Randy claimed him again.

When they fell in a tangle of blood and forgiveness and limbs, sated, Randy turned happy eyes to his lovers, “I like this, resting in a crypt in a field in Restfield.”




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