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Overall Rating: NC17. Characters: Buffy/Angel/Spike
Fated
By Rachel Thornson
Disclaimer:
Fox, Joss, Mutant Enemy...all those wonderful people (some more than others) own the characters and shows. I'm just borrowing for some fun.Challenge Requirements:
- All three character's of Angel, Buffy and Spike in a relationship together.
- The three have to claim each others ass mates. This means biting, and blood play.
- Buffy and Spike have to move into the mansion with Angel. (I had them already living there...no time for the move-in.)
- One of their sexual interludes has to be interrupted or over heard by a member of the scooby gang.
- A bubble bath.
- A teddy bear.
- Chocolate Milk
- Smut
Extras (somewhat used)
- Buffy surprising the two vamps.
* * *
Buffy winced as her head snapped sharply to the right, her teeth rattled and blood pooled into her mouth. With a measured breath, she turned back to the monster that hit her and glared.
"You'd be wise to shut your fucking mouth, Slayer," he instructed, his face inches from hers and his breath reeking of blood and death. The vampire was far from the most attractive creature she had ever encountered. His knotted hair was stuck in a million different directions and his face was scarred with deep gashes from earlier battles.
Her anger elevated as the vampire talked down to her like some meek little girl and she spit a mouthful of blood in his face. The vampire took a step back, wiped a bit of the blood from his scarred cheek with two clawed fingers and sucked them into his mouth.
"You taste good. Can't wait to taste all of you."
"That's all you're ever going to get," Buffy hissed. She realized it was a gutsy move and probably stupid thing to say considering she was chained to a rock wall with seemingly unbreakable chains and dozens of vampires surrounding her inside the cave she was confined in. Even if she did break free, it would take a miracle to defeat enough of them and escape.
The vampire in front of began to laugh hysterically before suddenly reaching out to Buffy and clasping her injured chin in his hand. She whimpered softly but didn't look away from him.
"Kill the bitch, Scar!" One of the other vampires cheered from the background. Others joined in with their own encouragement, which only seemed to please their leader.
"Fuck off!" Buffy spat, despite the hold on her jaw. It tightened in response to her supposed disobedience and she bit her tongue against future outbursts.
"What did I tell you about keeping your mouth shut? Vampire whores like yourself don't deserve to speak."
Buffy winced again, but this time because of his words. This was the third time in two weeks she'd been taken captive by a gang of vampires. Her association with two of their own had somehow resulted in a uproar within the vampire community. She was no longer feared by creatures of the night, she was hunted by them. She'd survived the first two attacks in part because they were organized by dimwitted vampires. The Slayer easily handled the physical pain she'd been subjected to. The vampires thought they were breaking her with physical violence, but they had no idea. The emotional damage caused by the monsters she was supposed to destroy went deep and did not heal as fast as her cuts and bruises. Every possibly name in the book had been thrown at her while she was tortured.
Another hit struck her face but this time a sharp ring that the vampire wore broke the skin. As the Slayer, the hits were painful, but not nearly as damaging as they would be for a normal human. But with every hit, every name she was called, every minute that passed, her desire to continue fighting weakened a little bit more.
And yet, every time...
Scar froze and looked down in time to see the arrow of a crossbow bolt protruding from his chest just before he split apart into millions of little dust particles. Spike stepped forward from the shadows at the main entrance of the cave, a small crossbow in each hand and an angry tick in his cheek. Angel followed him into the dirty, enclosed space and immediately sought her out. Almost casually, Spike fired the crossbows one after the other and disposed of nearly half of the vampire crowd before they even moved from their posts.
Angel reached for the chains that held Buffy captive and undid the latches. Her arms flopped down to her sides and she swayed dizzily in front of him. She'd spent countless hours with her arms chained above her head and the limbs had long since lost circulation, causing them to drag her weak form down.
"Buffy, are you okay?" Angel asked, dipping his head to look at her wounded face. Unable to respond with words, Buffy just collapsed forward against Angel's chest. He reacted quickly and swept her up into his arms. Her shirt and skirt were torn, but not so much that she was inappropriately bared. Buffy cried out as her sore shoulders were jostled and bruises and cuts came in contact with Angel's body. "Hold on, baby."
* * * *
With a sigh, Buffy dropped into the steaming water covered in a thick layer of bubbles. The wounds covering her from head to toe stung as the water hit each individual one. Buffy refused to complain though as the bath reminded her that she was home and safe. For now.
"You're just creeping me out, standing back there." Buffy said, having sensed Angel's presence without needing to see him. She'd left the bathroom door open on purpose, knowing that once she got settled, the guys would find her and want to talk. The door swung open to reveal Angel leaning against the door jam and Spike standing to his side.
"No more."
Buffy looked over her shoulder at them. "Angel--"
"No," Angel stressed firmly. Buffy tensed at the tone of his voice. He *never* used that tone with her. "I won't do this anymore. I can't let you get hurt because of us."
"What am I supposed to do? Let you and Spike guard me every second of my life? You can't protect me from everything!" Both males stepped into the bathroom and walked towards her with stern looks on their faces. Buffy tried not to shy away from them when the guilt their looks caused struck her head on.
She wasn't alone in this.
"You know why these attacks are occurring, luv," Spike said. Angel knelt down beside the tub and reached a hand out to caress Buffy's face. Spike took a seat on the edge of the tub, running the tips of his fingers through the bubbly water she was submerged in.
Buffy pulled her knees up to her chest. She knew what he was indicating, but didn't want to accept it as her last option. "How do you know it will stop? What if it makes them want to kill me more?!"
A sympathetic look covered Angel's face. "Our mark will protect you from other vampires. Even if they try to kill you, they won't be able to."
Buffy stared down at the water. "They call me your whore. You think a claim is going to stop them from thinking that?"
Angel physically winced as he was reminded for the millionth time of the pain she was going through. For her, the emotional pain was worse than any physical torture she could be subjected to, but he couldn't stand to see her suffer from any kind of pain. "I'm sorry..."
"I don't want you to be sorry," Buffy said as leaned into his hand against her cheek. "I wouldn't be here if I blamed either of you, but Angel... there's no going back."
Angel reached into the tub and took Buffy's closest hand and held it within his own. "Please Buffy, we love you. We can't stand to see you hurt."
"Angel, I'm the Slayer. I get hurt on a nightly basis."
"Not like that," Angel growled in a deadly tone.
Buffy's eyes closed as light was shed on the seriousness of their situation. They'd discussed the issue at great lengths several times in the past, and she hadn't been ready to make the sacrifice. She loved Spike and Angel with all of her heart, but becoming their eternal mate? It wasn't something she could prepare for easily.
"When?" Her voice was strained with the fear she was experiencing and that only made her lovers hurt more.
"Soon. After you've healed," Angel explained.
Nodding her quiet agreement, Buffy raised her head and nibbled on her lower lip. "Promise me something?"
"Anything," Angel assured her.
"Never leave me."
The request that could be seen as impossible by some was anything but impossible for the two vampires. Eternity and their devotion were two things they could always offer her. "We promise," Angel and Spike replied together.
"Good," Buffy replied with an evil glint in her eye. Before Spike could react, her foot nearest to him flew out of the water and knocked him into the tub with her. Spike sputtered as water hit his face and his clothes were soaked with hot water and bubbles.
Buffy kept a straight face, but Angel laughed. His childe should have known better than to sit on the edge of a tub like that.
"Oh, you think that's funny, mate?" Spike asked just before he splashed Angel with excessive amounts of soapy water.
* * *
Two days later...
Angel peeled his black shirt over his head then tossed it at Spike who was watching the strip show avidly. "Get undressed, boy."
Spike frowned, but followed orders nonetheless. "Stop calling me that," he said as his shirt was thrown with Angel's to the only chair in the room. The name had been sent his way ever since Angelus made him so many years ago, but after Buffy became a part of their relationship, everything changed. Their human lover brought out characteristics in both men neither ever thought they could possess and never wanted to give up once they discovered them. Still, no matter how much dominance Angel had in their personal bond, when Buffy was involved, they were equals. Or so Spike liked to think...
Toeing off his shoes, Angel grinned. "Stop acting like one, then."
A throat cleared from the doorway and both vampires turned, shocked expressions taking over their features. Buffy stood there with the light from the hallway illuminating her from behind. The smoothest black silk hung from tiny beaded straps and draped around her form to pool on the floor. Strips of lace spiraled completely around her, giving them the most tempting view of her nude body beneath. Her hair was tacked up on her head, her neck appropriately bared.
"That's new..." Spike said, stunned.
Buffy smiled. "Special occasion."
Buffy stepped away from the door and spun around for their curious eyes. As her back was turned to them, Angel moved quickly to snatch her in his arms. "So beautiful," Angel whispered before leaving a delicate, nerve-shattering kiss on her collarbone. When Buffy shook in response, he wrapped his arms tight around her waist, continued to kiss her neck and guided her over to the bed. Spike greeted them both there and helped Angel bring Buffy to her knees on the bed between both of them. Angel's lips never left her skin but his hands slid off her waist to wrap around Spike and draw him tightly against her. Buffy moaned as the hard, aroused bodies of her lovers pressed against her front and back.
With a firm fistful of Spike's hair, Buffy pulled his mouth to hers for a passionate kiss. Angel shifted his kiss around to the back of Buffy's neck as his hands took the beaded straps of her nightgown and eased them off her shoulders. Buffy reluctantly released her hold on Spike so the gown could be pulled down further but as soon as her arms were free of the delicate straps, she again grabbed onto him and held him close.
Bared to her waist, Buffy shivered as cold air hit her body making goosebumps appear all over her flesh and her nipples harden to peaks without any other physical stimulation. Angel returned one arm to surround Buffy's form while the other pushed at Spike's chest, separating the two. Buffy's eyes shot open and Spike growled but both calmed as Buffy was laid out on the bed between her lovers.
"Lose the clothes," she directed with one corner of her mouth quirked up. Two beautiful smiles answered her command as Spike and Angel moved to opposite sides of the bed and began to undo the fastenings on their pants. Buffy pouted when their distance prevented her from fully visualizing both together, but she shifted her gaze back and forth between them until they were completely naked and crawling back onto the bed to her.
Angel kissed her demandingly then grabbed the back of Spike's neck and drew him in for an equally intense, wet kiss. Spike pulled away, dazed but settled onto his side on one end of the bed and pretended that kiss hadn't just rattled him from head to toe.
Buffy arched an eyebrow at her dark lover as he repositioned himself on top of her. Gracefully, he slithered down her body, grabbing the gown bunched around her waist and removing it completely from her body. She wore nothing underneath, giving him unobstructed access to her sopping core. Angel placed a kiss just above her curls and watched as her stomach muscles visibly quivered. Smiling, he pried her legs apart and ran his tongue along the length of her center. Buffy shrieked and flew off the bed.
Folding his arms over her stomach, Angel pinned her down to the bed and attacked her clit. Buffy cried out again and again as he sucked and licked and nibbled at her soft, intimate flesh. He carried her to the edge of her orgasm then slowly eased her down off the high as shivers floated through her body. On his knees between her legs, Angel reached for Buffy's limp form and dragged her onto his lap. She gasped for breath as she fell forward and rested her head on his shoulder. When her strength returned, Buffy looked up at Angel.
"Ready, love?" He kissed her lips sweetly. He could see the fear in her eyes and a part of him felt horrible for making her do something she didn't want entirely, but he loved her too much to let her be hurt anymore. Spike slid into his place behind Buffy, silently awaiting the appropriate time for his involvement.
"Uh-huh," Buffy murmured in response.
With one more kiss, Angel began. "Forever. You are mine as I am yours," he said honestly, making eye contact with both Buffy and Spike.
Spike repeated the same words by Buffy's ear although his eyes were glued on his Sire. "Forever. You are mine as I am yours."
After hours of instructions from Spike and Angel on the procedures of the ritual, Buffy knew she was to follow their lead and spoke the words tentatively. The vampires then started to speak together in Latin. The words were unknown to Buffy, but she trusted that they would serve their purpose and nothing more. They were doing this for her.
Finished with the necessary Latin, the males dropped their heads to opposite sides of her neck and kissed the flawless skin found there. The sharp features of their demons surfaced as the blood pulsed steadily in her veins. She had never allowed them to bite her for fear of the consequences that could result. They had never pushed the issue until recently when she became the target of every vampire on the planet seeking to destroy the Slayer who tried to blur the lines between good and evil. Now, she had no choice but to let it happen or lose them forever.
"Love you," Angel whispered before delicately sinking his fangs into her neck. Pain assaulted her with the invasion of his teeth into her flesh and Buffy whimpered, but feelings of sheer enjoyment also shook through her. She was so lost in the sensations that she didn't even feel Spike as he bit into her.
"Oh god..." Buffy gasped. Her breaths came faster, her heart rate escalated even more and shudders began to float through her body. Buffy's orgasm was gentle but amazing as its effects rolled through her body, all the way down to the tips of her toes. A part of her really did want to be mated to them, but another part always reminded her of the permanent sacrifices she would be making for them. A life forever bound to two vampires was a difficult commitment for a Slayer to make. Still, she knew now it was her only option.
Spike and Angel fought their demons and pulled back after only a couple of sips from her. Their purpose was to seal their bond, not to make her one of them. They knew she would never want that and they could never want that for her.
Angel locked his golden eyes with hers as he ran his tongue over his fangs, cutting it deeply. Buffy took one final deep breath before leaning forward and smashing her lips to his. As their mouths opened together, the coppery taste of blood filled Buffy's mouth. It wasn't the most pleasant taste she'd ever encountered, but it was far from disgusting. Angel kept the kiss gentle and was careful not to cut her with his fangs. She swallowed reflexively, focusing on Angel's kiss and her love for both vampires rather than the blood.
Angel's hand caressed the back of her head, not forcing, but encouraging her. Spike kissed her shoulder as his hands massaged the muscles of her back. Buffy felt calmed by their gestures and relaxed a bit into the kiss. Sensing that she'd taken enough, Angel pulled back and shifted into his human face. Without so much as a word, he tilted her slightly to the side as Spike's arms circled her waist and his bare chest pressed against her back. Buffy twisted her torso and craned her neck to reach the blond vampire. Spike had already slit his tongue and claimed her lips as soon as they were within reach.
The flavor was less of a shock with Spike, but Buffy still flooded her mind with thoughts of love, determined not to allow anything ruin the ritual. Her heart may not have been completely in it, but her love for them was undeniable. She couldn't live without them.
Spike's features became human again in the middle of the kiss causing Buffy to moan as she felt the change against her lips and tongue. Not wanting her to take more blood than necessary, Spike separated their mouths and dropped his head to her shoulder.
Running her hands through the hair of each vampire, Buffy pried herself from their grip and moved out of the way. She propped herself up on one side to watch what she knew would be coming. There was one last bond that needed to be a part of their mating. A bond that existed already but it still needed reinforcement. It was a bond that didn't include Buffy.
Angel pushed at Spike's shoulders, shoving him down to the bed. Submissively, Spike shut his eyes and turned his head to offer his throat to his elder. The demon in Angel emerged again as he fell forward onto the blond and buried his teeth into the offered neck. Spike groaned and bucked his hips up into Angel's. Angel drank powerful gulps of his childe's blood then released his hold, reluctantly. The two looked at each other briefly and without words, permission was given. Angel bowed his head to the pillow beneath Spike's head and Spike struck viciously and quickly at the expanse of skin.
Buffy watched in awe of the nearly magical act. Even though they had never bitten her before this night, she'd witnessed the special behavior between her lovers on many occasions. Their hips rotated with each other, stimulating their thick cocks as Spike and Angel both reveled in the enjoyment of the bite. Spike moved both of his hands between them and formed a fist around his sire's staff and one around his own. Beyond aroused after tasting Buffy's blood it was only a matter of seconds before they both came with a roar.
Carefully, Spike withdrew from Angel's neck and let his head fall back on the pillow. Angel quickly raised his head and kissed the blond man hard. Blood, fresh in both of their mouths mingled and the kiss became more demanding. Uncontrollably, Buffy moaned softly as she watched them kiss. Spike and Angel pulled away and both arched eyebrows at her as they caught her with a hand between her legs. Her eyes were closed and her body rocked slightly as she pictured her lovers in her mind. Spike's tight grip circled her wrist and Buffy's eyes flew open to meet the knowing eyes of her lovers. She was hardly ever without them and they always sought to be the source and cause of her pleasure.
Buffy blushed, but she wasn't ashamed. With a shrug, she explained, "Can't help it. Watching you two makes me so hot."
Angel reached an arm out to Buffy and pulled her against their sides. "Do you want to keep watching or do you want to play along?"
"I want you." Buffy rubbed against Spike's hip as she first kissed Angel then Spike.
Angel's expression twisted with humor as he pretended to doubt her desire. "Really?" He certainly didn't have a right to speak about it though, as just a few seconds of watching her pleasure herself made him hard again.
"I need you," Buffy panted, ignoring Angel's sarcasm. "Both of you, in me, now."
Looping one leg over the back of Angel's thigh, Buffy gently led him away from Spike and back to her. Willingly, Angel slid between her spread legs and plunged his hard cock deep into her channel without any warning. Buffy keened and arched her breasts up to press against Angel's chest. He wrapped an arm under her back and rolled them to their sides leaving Buffy with her back to Spike.
Angel kept both of their bodies still as Spike positioned his greasy cock at her puckered entrance. As soon as she had said she wanted both of them, his hand automatically reached for the lubricant on the nightstand. Helping his sire to hold her still, Spike filled her slowly until he go no further. They built up a rhythm and rocked together in perfect unison, building towards complete ecstasy until each one cried out in pleasure.
Exhausted, the lovers separated from their intimate connection and curled into each other's embrace. Time seemed to fly as they rested and recovered from the intensity of their mating.
Angel nuzzled Buffy's neck and gently brushed his lips over his bite mark. "How do you feel?"
"Strong. It's...weird."
Spike grinned and ran one hand up the length of her arm. "It's a perk of the ritual, luv. So the recently mated can shag for hours after..."
Buffy rolled towards Spike and sat up to straddle his chest. "Any other 'perks' I should know about?"
* * * * *
Buffy shuffled her feet as she made her way out of the kitchen to join her lovers in the living room. A movie was just beginning on the television as she carried a tray with three mugs and a bowl of popcorn over to the end table by the couch. After the mating ritual and the long hours of sexual activity that followed, Buffy needed a break and some serious recovery time.
Buffy handed Angel and Spike the mugs of freshly warmed blood and set aside the chocolate milk for herself. As they mumbled their thanks to her, she turned to see what movie they had selected. In the cutest little blue sundress, she was an obstacle to their television watching and their non-sexual plans for the afternoon. They had agreed to take a short break and recover, but the sundress had not been part of the deal.
"You're blocking the TV, my love," Angel said, hoping to use the movie as a distraction.
Buffy frowned at Angel. "You'd rather watch the movie than me?"
Putting his mug off to the side, Angel grabbed Buffy by the waist and pulled her down onto his lap. She landed with a yelp but laughed and wiggled back against him. He groaned as his cock rose, but he tried not to let his lust get the best of him. That lasted all of ten seconds before her innocent wiggling and general presence on his lap became unbearable.
Running his hands up her bare thighs, Angel raised the skirt of her dress and managed to pull it completely up to her hips without lifting her. Buffy's eyes widened as she realized what was happening. She had absently forgotten to put on any panties when she dressed that morning and a part of her worried when she felt the fabric of Angel's pants against her bare ass.
"What are you doing?" Buffy asked.
She knew exactly what he was doing, but still insisted on asking. "Watching you," Angel replied sarcastically.
Angel held her to him with one arm while his free hand dipped between their bodies to undo his pants. Before Buffy had a chance to react, his staff was free and sliding through the moisture that was beginning to pool between her legs.
"Oh god, Angel, I can't..."
Angel kissed her earlobe. "You want me to stop? This doesn't feel good?" He bumped her clit with his cock before slipping into her slowly.
Buffy bit her lip and whimpered, but couldn't force herself to make him stop. She had no doubt that he would if she just said the word, but as he slid into her, her body responded helplessly. With his hands squeezing her hips, he thrust shallow and gently, knowing she was sore and had to be feeling pain no matter how much she wanted it.
"No, don't stop," Buffy gasped.
Spike stood and eyed her face warily, checking for any signs that she was feeling more pain than pleasure. Her body had already sustained so much in just a matter of hours and she had a tendency to lie when it meant making them happy.
As Angel controlled her bouncing, Buffy reached a hand out to Spike and dragged him closer. She always preferred to involve both of them together in all of their activities, at least when they were both around to involve. Angel watched the approach and a wicked thought developed in his mind. Suddenly, he stopped all movements with Buffy and spread his legs, forcing Buffy's to spread even more. Sliding their joined bodies lower on the couch, Angel put a hand to Buffy's back and pushed her forward.
Her flexible body easily bent into the position and she yelled out in pleasure as Angel's cock shifted inside of her. Spike watched with a great interest and smiled when he realized what his sire was doing. The coffee table was close and when Spike sat on the edge, Buffy's mouth was in the perfect location. Spike undid the fly on his jeans and freed his hard cock from the confining space before taking a seat on the table in front of Buffy and Angel.
"Use your mouth," Angel directed.
Spike took her hands in his and Buffy used the limbs for both physical and emotional support. He flexed his arms and balanced her weight as she bent forward to connect her mouth with his hard flesh. Nervously, Buffy licked at the head, tasting the pre-cum that had accumulated there. Her sense of security was rattled slightly as her lovers guided her every move. Although she had no doubts about the sexual skills she had acquired in the months spent involved with two vampires, there was a sense of control that she liked to have. In the position she was in, that control did not belong to her.
Control played a big part in her decision to deny their bite and not to take part in the mating for so long. Despite all logic and all of the obstacles, her heart belonged to them. She was undeniably devoted to them. However, she still wasn't prepared to commit eternity to them. Allowing her lovers to bite her or make her their eternal mate just stripped away her control. Sometimes, a loss of control was good, but Buffy couldn't help but be reminded of everything she'd just recently given to Spike and Angel.
No matter how much she loved and trusted them, the reality of it all scared her.
Angel pushed back into the couch before he thrust slowly back into her. His movement was still shallow and gentle, but the angle stimulated Buffy from the inside in a way she'd never experienced before. She hummed sounds of pleasure as she circled her lips around Spike's staff. Because of the awkward position she was in, Buffy never took more than the tip of his cock into her mouth. Spike wasn't complaining though as he threw his head back and gritted his teeth to keep from crying out.
The scrape of her teeth, the swirling of her tongue, the pressure caused as her lips surrounded him and sucked hard, she was driving him mad!
Buffy felt the tension build in him as his hands tightened around hers and a rumble built in his chest.
"Buffy? Guys? The door was open..." A voice called from the other room.
Another voice chimed in cheerfully, "We brought presents!"
Buffy froze for a brief instant as her color paled and she bolted upright, recognizing Willow and Xander's voices. "Oh god!" She struggled on Angel's lap and tried to separate herself from him, but he wouldn't let her go. Angel over powered her and his arms kept her attached to his body.
"Are you insane?" Buffy asked in a low, exasperated voice.
He ignored her and looked to his childe. "Spike, get rid of them." Spike opened his mouth to protest, but Angel cut him off. "Now."
Grumbling under his breath, Spike stood and fastened his pants before he rushed into the other room to intercept the humans before they discovered what was going on in the living room.
"I'm not done with you yet," Angel explained to Buffy as he relaxed back against the couch and grabbed her hips again. Effortlessly, he lifted her and dropped her back down onto his hardness. Buffy bit back a moan, the threat of her friends discovering her in this compromising position clouding her ability to fully enjoy herself. She put her hands on top of his and attempted to keep her balance as he stretched her.
"Angel..."
"Hush, love. They might hear you."
Buffy dug her nails into his hands and turned around look at him. "What if Spike doesn't get rid of them?" she questioned in a whisper.
"He will. Now, ride me."
It took her a moment to consider, but Buffy ignored the potential consequences, put her hands on Angel's knees, and began to bounce without any assistance from her lover.
"Good girl."
"If you're wrong, you'll regret this," Buffy threatened, although the threat carried little weight. The possibility of being caught excited her and made it very difficult for her voice to sound remotely dangerous.
"I doubt it," Angel grunted. He pried one of his hands away from her nails and slipped it around between her legs. Buffy mewled as he fingered her sensitive nub of flesh and intensified the feelings assaulting her body. Her orgasm built with each stroke of his callused fingertips until her nerves snapped in half and her body exploded. Angel anticipated her scream before she could utter a sound and covered her mouth with his hand. Her teeth ripped into his palm and the eroticism of the bite made Angel follow her into ecstasy.
On edge from his raging erection that had been confined within his tight jeans, Spike stumbled back into the room carrying a stuffed animal, which he tossed to the corner of the couch. "They brought you a bear. Feel better," he said quickly before working on the stubborn fastenings of his pants.
Buffy glanced down beside her to the cute brown bear with a red heart sewn onto its chest. "That's so swe--" Suddenly, Buffy's face was gripped in two strong hands and her mouth was filled by Spike's cock. Something inside of Buffy snapped with his rough treatment of her. He didn't hurt her, but suddenly Buffy felt like she was being used merely for the sake of their pleasure. She assumed it was unintentional and the guys were driven by insane lust, but that wasn't an excuse in her book.
Buffy bit down on the flesh in her mouth--not breaking the skin, but hard enough to stun him. Spike yanked his cock out and fell backwards onto the coffee table, holding his wounded cock.
"What the--"
"Do I look like a drive-thru?" Buffy hissed at him. She shoved Angel's hands away, stood up, and pushed her dress back down over her body as she gave both of her lovers a deadly glare. Angel looked at her innocently, as if keeping her with him while her friends were in the other room wasn't the slightest bit bad.
Realization hit Spike like a ton of bricks and his mouth fell open in shock. Lead blindly by his dick, he'd acted without consideration of her. Stunned, Spike remained quiet as everything from the mating to his recent treatment of her penetrated his mind. He knew he hadn't hurt her physically, but he'd never behaved like that with her and he wasn't sure what caused it. She was the furthest thing from Drusilla or another female vampire. She didn't deserve--
"Bloody hell..."
Buffy saw his face fall and smiled to herself as her point was made clear. She was more than just their fucktoy and they apparently needed to be reminded of that. With no intention of completely ruining the moment though, Buffy shoved at Spike until he was flat on his back on the coffee table and she could straddle his waist. She was upset with him, but she saw clearly just how surprised he was with his own behavior. She couldn't blame him for something he didn't mean to do.
Holding Spike down to the table with one hand to his chest, Buffy lowered her mouth to the recently neglected stiff flesh jutting from his body. Spike cried out desperately and confusion shut down his mind completely. Free of Angel's hold and completely in control of herself--and Spike--Buffy was able to really enjoy herself.
She ran her tongue along the mark left by her teeth, eliciting a yelp from the blond vampire. More licks covered his entire length before she took him back into her mouth. She sucked him deep into the depths of her mouth and her throat constricted around the head. Spike didn't care who heard him. As long as her mouth kept operating like it was, he would yell and scream until his voice could no longer be heard. Buffy was doing things to him he couldn't remember her ever doing before and the only thought going through his mind was how much he never wanted her to stop.
As he came with a fierce shout, Spike formed his hands into fists at his sides and strained to keep his hips from lifting off the table. His seed filled her mouth and Buffy swallowed as best she could. Buffy rose to her knees and licked away the few drops of cum that escaped through the corners of her mouth. Tired, Buffy slumped down on top of Spike, but slid to the table beside him.
Spike reached his hand to run through Buffy's hair. "Don't know what came over me, luv. Forgive me?"
Buffy giggled and buried her face against his chest. "Of course," she said. The words "I'm sorry" never came out of Spike's mouth unless he was chained down and denied release for days. At that point, he'd say anything he was told to and apologies for nothing in particular just flew out of his mouth. Which, she'd had the honor of witnessing before and therefore knew that the apology she received was one to treasure. Smiling, Buffy planted her lips on Spike's mouth.
Angel levered himself off the couch and climbed over the two bodies on the coffee table. Buffy and Spike both looked up at Angel as he propped himself over them.
"Forgive me, too?" Angel asked guiltily.
"I'm not mad at you guys," Buffy confessed. "I just need to know I'm more than just a..." Buffy trailed off and turned away from both of them briefly. "I always need to know you love me," she finished quickly.
Spike lifted her chin so she looked at him. "Luv, you can't keep taking those fuckers seriously. They can't hurt you anymore."
"Besides," Angel added. "How could we ever stop loving you?"
Buffy beamed up at Angel and snuggled closer to Spike. She knew how petty and selfish it was to ask, but if she was going to survive the rest of her life with them, she couldn't lose the knowledge that they loved her.
"I'll never stop loving either of you," Buffy replied.
A loud creaking sound interrupted their loving moment seconds before the table holding all of their combined weight broke and sent them all crashing to the ground. Buffy and Spike laughed uncontrollably and Angel tried not to join in.
"I really liked that table," he said sadly.
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Rating: NC17. M/F, M/M, M/M/F Sex, blood play, angst. B/A, B/S, A/S, B/A/S.
Summary: This is a sequel to the story "Fated." That story is recommended to be read before this one. Buffy, Spike & Angel are mated together because their relationship caused an uproar in the demon world and Buffy's life was endangered. A year later, this story picks up when the three are living happily together and trying to live a normal life. A certain figure from the past doesn't want to let that happen.
Spike sucked on the back of Buffy's neck and held her wrists on the pillow above her head as he entered her from behind at an achingly slow pace. With tenderness unnatural for a vampire, Spike made love to her, listening to the consistent whimpers and grunts coming from the beautiful woman stretched out beneath his weight. On a particularly hard thrust, Buffy cried out helplessly and tried to wiggle back against her lover.
"Spike touch me, please." Her body was practically flat against the bed except for a thin pillow under her stomach, but with Spike's weight holding her firmly in place, her clitoris was denied the friction she desperately craved.
"Not yet, baby," he whispered harshly then bit her shoulder hard enough for her to feel, but not enough to break the skin.
"Spi-ike..." she whined, struggling to free her hands from his powerful grip. "Make me come!"
Spike used his free hand to spank one cheek of her ass, hard enough to make it sting and draw a moan from Buffy's lips. "Giving orders, luv?"
"Spike, PLEASE!" The pleasure her body felt was constantly heightened with each hard thrust of Spike's cock, but it just wasn't enough.
"Please what?" His hand fell down against her ass two more times, wordlessly suggesting she was begging for the spanking as much as the orgasm he wouldn't let her achieve.
"God, punish me later, fuck me now!" Buffy demanded. Her pleas spilled from her lips endlessly as he denied her the pleasure he built, but Spike ignored her and continued with his languid pace. Consumed with thoughts about the blond lover beneath him, Spike was completely oblivious to his other lover until it was too late. A hand reached between his body and Buffy's and clamped down tightly on the base of his cock.
"FUCK!" Spike shouted and released Buffy's hands, arching back against the hard body that had mysteriously appeared behind him and now held him tight.
"What?" Angel asked innocently. "You're denying her. Why can't I do the same to you?"
"Sire, please," Spike gasped unnecessarily as Angel's fingers tightened around his throbbing cock to the point of pain.
Angel pulled Spike back against his own naked form, yanking him from Buffy's passage and making her cry out in desperate need.
"Tell you what. You can come after she does." With that vague command, Angel released his hold on Spike's cock, but kept one arm secured around the younger man's waist.
"Buffy, turn your ass over. Spikey wants to apologize for teasing you so," Angel ordered gruffly, gently prodding her thigh with his free hand.
Shaking with unfulfilled pleasure, Buffy flipped herself over and spread her legs wide for Spike as Angel shoved the younger man's head down to her pussy.
Spike was tempted to disobey his sire and suffer the consequences later, but burying his head between the powerful legs of his female lover was the furthest thing from a punishment. Grabbing Buffy behind the knees and pinning her legs back against the bed, Spike let his sire guide his head to the shaved mound between Buffy's legs. His tongue immediately parted her soft labia and dug for her clitoris. Buffy squealed once he found it and latched his lips around her swollen nubbin.
Pleased with his childe's obedience, Angel leaned over Spike's body and dragged his tongue along the younger man's spine, from his neck to his ass. Before Spike knew what to expect, his sire's tongue stabbed into his tender hole, making Spike and Buffy cry out as Spike reacted against Buffy's pussy.
The vibration from Spike's mouth rocketed Buffy into orgasm, but Spike continued to suck and lick at Buffy's core. After hearing Buffy come, Angel repositioned himself behind Spike and pried the younger man's cheeks apart with his fingers. Suddenly, Angel stabbed his cock completely into Spike's minimally prepared ass, holding the younger vamp still when instinct encouraged him to pull away from the pain.
Buffy gasped in concern as Spike's head ripped away from her, his demon came to the fore and he let out a primal snarl of pain. She knew Spike craved the pain his sire gave to him, but that knowledge never made the hurt expression on Spike's face any easier to see. The maternal female inside of her wanted to cradle him close and kiss away his pain, but the experienced vampire lover in her knew better. Angel quickly began to saw in and out of Spike's abused body, knowing the pleasurable stimulus would lessen the pain faster than allowing the younger man time to adjust.
"Angel..." Buffy moaned. "Let him come, please. I need him inside me."
"What do you think, boy? Do you want to be inside her?" Angel leaned his weight against Spike's back to whisper in the blonde's ear, slowing his thrusts to shallow hard jabs. "Be surrounded by that warm, wet, heavenly core. Let her squeeze you with those luscious muscles until you're sure your cock will be sucked completely off by her heat?"
Spike dropped his head forward against Buffy's lower stomach and clenched his teeth at the sound of Angel's cruel words. He was seconds away from bucking his sire off, sinking into Buffy and ignoring the unspoken command not to come. Even with his years of experience, not even Spike could believe that he hadn't spilled himself onto the bed already. He was well past the point of enjoying the pain he was experiencing, but a deep part of him still wanted to play along.
"Please..." he hissed, his voice muffled by Buffy's flat stomach.
"What was that?" Angel asked then nipped Spike's shoulder.
"Please!" Spike repeated louder.
Without another word, Angel buried himself to the hilt in Spike's ass and reached around to grab the other man's painfully hard member. Skillfully, Angel lowered both of their bodies towards Buffy and guided his childe's cock into her waiting core. "Come for me," Angel whispered harshly and finally released Spike.
Spike howled as Buffy drew him into her body and let her muscles work their magic. Denied release for so long, as soon as Spike was fully seated inside of Buffy, his orgasm swamped his very being, making him scream out Angel's name and swoop down on Buffy's delectable neck with razor sharp fangs.
"Oh, god yes!" Buffy moaned in pleasure as Spike bit her, filled her with his cold sperm and triggered her orgasm. His weight fell on top of her and Angel stopped moving to avoid jarring Spike's sharp fangs against Buffy delicate skin. Spike recovered quickly from the momentary weakness in the aftermath of orgasm and released Buffy's neck from his bite after only a few gentle sips of her blood.
Driven by pure lust and need, Angel dug his nails into Spike's hips and began to thrust again as soon as Buffy's neck was no longer a concern. Spike's cock remained completely inside of Buffy's twitching core while Angel's weight and powerful thrusts kept Spike practically trapped between the two sources of pleasure.
"Fuckin' hell!" Spike growled as his prostate was stroked by Angel's cock again and Buffy's pussy fluttered and clenched around his rapidly hardening member.
The three moved together as one, stirring and continuing their passion until they each reached the point of ecstasy and crashed over the peak together. Still joined together, Spike and Angel both tumbled forward, resting their weight on Buffy, too exhausted to move in any other way. At first she was too dazed to notice, but as her senses returned, Buffy came aware of the combined dull weight of her mates.
"Guys?" Buffy asked as she wiggled a bit to get their attention.
In response, Spike just mumbled something sleepily and snuggled closer to her warm body. Fortunately for Buffy, Angel understood and rose carefully, taking Spike with him. Spike's practically lifeless form was dropped to the pillows on one side of Buffy and Angel stretched out on her other side, allowing the three to recover comfortably. Buffy immediately turned so she wrap herself around Angel, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Why do you have to go to that club tonight?" Buffy asked, her voice tinged with annoyance.
Angel sighed as she raised the subject for a third time. Leaning down to kiss her forehead quickly, Angel pushed her fully onto the bed and climbed on top of her. "We told you baby, we have to meet with someone."
"I hate when you two keep secrets from me," she pouted up at him. Angel smirked at her, then began to suck gently on her earlobe.
It took a moment, but Angel's actions registered in Buffy's mind and she frowned. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Distracting you," Angel mumbled as his mouth trailed down her neck, and swiftly to the expanse of skin between her breasts. He lingered there for a moment then let his tongue dance a trail up one of her breasts to the hard nipple at the peak.
Buffy gasped and arched up as he engulfed as much of her breast as he could into his mouth in one fluid motion.
"Oh...okay."
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Buffy smiled in thanks as the bartender pushed her drink forward on the bar and she leaned forward to take a sip from her coke. Despite her lovers efforts to keep her at home, Buffy had insisted she join them on their mysterious trip to the sleaziest bar in town. They might have been able to keep their plans a secret from her, but she didn't want them to be alone amongst the trash that would undoubtedly cling to her handsome lovers. Ever since their bonding, she'd become overly protective of her vampires and even though she knew her mates would never be interested, she couldn't stand the thought of other women even hitting on her men.
"Excuse me. I couldn't help but notice you were standing here all by yourself."
"How nice of you to be watching," Buffy commented dryly.
The man beside her put his drink down on the bar and tried to get her to make eye contact. "This place is getting kinda crazy, I don't suppose you'd like to get out of here..."
"Is this the part where I say, 'Oh yeah, take me now. I want you so bad?'" Buffy said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. "I'm not here alone."
"Doesn't mean you and I can't still have some fun," the man suggested.
Buffy turned to him and smiled saucily. "You're not enough man for me."
The young man looked confused for a second before realizing he'd just been shot down. "Fucking bitch," he hissed at her.
The words were barely out of the male's mouth before a strong hand clamped around his throat, lifting him off the ground and cutting off his air.
Angel's face appeared over the man's shoulder. "I believe the lady wants you to leave her alone."
Buffy grinned as Spike wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed himself against her back. Her eyes closed a second when Spike ground his pelvis and rock hard cock into her ass. She hoped her lovers with done with their business because she desperately wanted to go home.
The man still held by Angel's strong hand gasped for air and clawed ineffectually at the fingers cutting off his breath.
"Let him go, sweetie. He's turning purple."
"So?" Angel asked.
"Angel..." Buffy warned.
With a growl under his breath, Angel carelessly dropped the man to the ground. The human gasped and coughed, sucking as much air as possible back into his deprived lungs.
Buffy patted the man on his shoulder. "Like I said, you're not enough for me."
Grabbing Angel's hand, Buffy pulled him from behind the frightened human man and away from the bar along with Spike.
"I told you that outfit would attract the wrong kind of attention," Spike scolded, unable to stop his eyes from raking over her form from head to toe. She wore a skin-tight emerald green halter top that plunged to her lower back and deep between her breasts, making it appear to be a few strips of fabric rather than an actual shirt. A seemingly nonexistent leather mini-skirt and black strappy heels completed her attention-drawing ensemble.
"In this place? The only kind of attention is the wrong kind."
"Still..." Spike wasn't accepting that as an excuse.
"Oh, shush you. Not that either one of you would admit it, but I know you love parading me around in skimpy clothes so you can declare me as your property."
Not wanting to admit to that, Angel quickly tried to cover. "No, we--"
"You shush, too," Buffy ordered Angel, cutting off any comments he intended to add to Spike's. "Did you take care of whatever the hell you two had to do here?"
"Yes, we did," Angel said in an almost childlike voice, Buffy's commanding tone inspiring his playful immaturity.
"You're still not going to tell me what you're planning?" Buffy asked, noticing the heated glint that appeared in Angel's eyes. She knew how much he loved her taking control; whether it was in a conversation or in the bedroom, he didn't care.
"No, we're not," he responded, confident in his ability to withstand her manipulative pouting.
Buffy frowned. "Fine. But if you two are going to keep secrets, you better take me home and make it up to me. A lot."
"Your wish is our command," Angel said as he led the way to the exit. The club wasn't exceptionally busy, but the wide path the trio demanded made a smooth exit nearly impossible. The patrons gathered around the doors and the bar that stretched from the entrance to the other side of the club made Spike and Angel bump into people as they flanked Buffy on either side.
"Leaving already, Angelus?"
Angel stopped dead in his tracks, making Buffy and Spike stumble a bit. Buffy looked up at Angel's face, noticing the way the demon flashed across his expression. "Get out of here," Angel whispered almost silently at his lovers, nudging them towards the door.
"Like hell we are," Spike countered, not about to abandon Angel.
"Cyrus," Angel growled, turning his head to glare furiously at the demon that stood behind them. He broke away from his lovers, knowing they both could take care of themselves and holding on to them would only prove a disadvantage against this demon.
Buffy leaned close to Spike and whispered into his ear. "Who is that and what does he want?"
"Angel's worst enemy," Spike whispered back, knowing the history that Buffy didn't. "And he's not here for the atmosphere."
Bodies began to shuffle around them and Buffy eyed the crowd, noticing with increasing fear that they were surrounded by demons wearing black. It had been nearly a year since the bonding ritual and there had been no efforts to kill her. None had ever been stupid enough to attack her with her lovers present, but as doors to the club slammed around them and people were shoved against the walls, her fear for her life and the lives of her lovers only increased.
"Please, not again," she begged.
"It's okay, baby. He doesn't want you..." Spike tried to soothe her fear and held her close. He knew this scene that was building around them was too familiar for her comfort, but he knew this demon and what he was after. "He wants me," he admitted with a bit of his own fear tingeing his voice.
"What the fuck do you want?" Angel snarled, his demon coming to the fore.
"Oh, you know what I want. One of your childer remains alive. Never thought you'd actually mate yourself to the brat, but hey, bonus. And what's this I hear about the Slayer too? You're just glutton for punishment, aren't you, buddy?"
"You leave her out of this," Angel growled in a deadly voice.
Cyrus only smiled at the threat. "I only want him. Unless she becomes a nuisance."
Infuriated beyond belief that this demon dared to intrude on his life again, Angel literally flew across the bar to move behind Cyrus. Startled by the demonstration of inhuman speed, Cyrus was unable to react before Angel locked one clawed hand around the demon's throat and pinned one of Cyrus's arms behind his back.
Lowering his mouth to Cyrus's ear, Angel growled, "You made a mistake coming here."
Cyrus laughed, despite his position and turned laughing eyes towards Angel's glowing yellow ones. "Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"The only reason you're still standing today is because I couldn't find you," Angel explained calmly. "Drusilla and Penn were fools when it came to battle. You killed them because you couldn't kill me." Angel gasped the last word as Cyrus slipped to the side and stabbed his sharp talons deep into Angel's gut.
"ANGEL!" Buffy screamed and tried to jump into the fight, but Spike held her still.
"Don't," he ordered sharply. "Cyrus's talons are coated in poison. It only weakens a vampire, but one touch will kill you instantly." The two watched almost helplessly as Angel released his hold on Cyrus and then was thrown across the club's dance floor by the deadly claw imbedded in his stomach. Cyrus laughed and licked the blood from his hand.
"I remember a day when you weren't so fucking stupid," Cyrus began conversationally as he advanced on Angel. "Must be that pesky soul." Cyrus brutally planted his booted foot on Angel's wounded stomach, smashing his weight into the vampire and making him howl in pain. "Or maybe your slut of a girlfriend is fucking the sense out of you. I hear she's very talented." Angel snarled in anger, grabbed Cyrus's foot and tossed him back hard onto his ass. Ignoring the pain that ripped through his abdomen, Angel shoved himself to his feet and rose to loom over his enemy.
Cyrus swept a foot along the ground, taking Angel's legs out from under him and bringing him to the same level. Immediately, Cyrus leapt on top of the fallen vampire and began to rain punishing blows down on his face and chest.
Buffy's expression became clouded with a mixture of anger and sadness at the words spoken by the demon, but thoughts about herself were washed away by fear for her lovers. "We can't just let him die!"
Spike winced as Angel struggled to retaliate against the attack in spite of the debilitating poison coasting through his dead veins. "Shhh, he won't kill Angel until I'm dead. Help Angel by staying alive," Spike said, then kissed her quickly on the lips. "And stay away from Cyrus!" In a flash, Spike was gone from her side and pushed through the crowd of Cyrus's minions on his way to help his Sire.
Buffy took the hint instantly and sprung into action. Her protective instinct brought out a vicious side of her that she typically suppressed and she began tearing through the crowd in a rage. The blood bond made her even more protective of her lovers than she ever was before. Other women and demons alike faced not only the wrath of the Slayer, but of a possessive lover. She punched and kicked and yanked at every demonic face, limb and body that came near her, knowing that the sooner as the minions were taken care of, the sooner she could concentrate on helping Spike and Angel.
"Cyrus!" Spike shouted, stopping the demon from landing another blow to Angel. "I believe I'm the one you want."
"Oh, I suppose. It's such a difficult choice here, deciding which of you to kill first. You make such a delightful trio for me to kill."
Spike opened his arms wide, offering himself for the taking. "Well, get on with it then. I'm still very much undead and very impatient."
Cyrus accepted the challenge with pure glee by raising his long talons for Spike's view and lunging forward into battle. Spike did his best to dodge the first few attempts and moved out of the way to avoid the potentially deadly slashes. Just as Spike ducked and recovered from one swing, Cyrus surprised him with another that made direct contact with Spike's chin, flipping the vampire head over heals to finally land face first on the ground.
Spike hit the concrete floor with a hard smack, groaning in pain. Blood dripped from his chin and neck where Cyrus's talons cut skin. Laughing at the sight, Cyrus reached under his long black trench and drew out a long sword from the leather sheath against his leg. Spike's eyes opened wide for a brief second as he heard the weapon separate from the leather and swish through the air, but he tried to control his reaction and appear confident.
"Remember this?"
Spike lifted his head only enough to glare angrily at Cyrus in response to the question, but he remained silent.
"Nothing to say? Come on now, Spike. As I recall, your last girlfriend was all about the chatter when she saw this."
The words finally struck low enough to encourage a reaction out of Spike and he tried to rise to his feet, but his unrestrained fury proved to be a blinding disadvantage. Cyrus kicked one of his heavy boots into Spike's mouth and nose, rattling teeth and shattering bone. Spike was forced onto his back by the blow, barely registering the sound of his name cried out simultaneously by Buffy and Angel.
"Oops," Cyrus commented. "There go those perfect looks." Cyrus smiled sadistically as Spike turned his head to cough up a mouthful of blood.
"And you!" Cyrus shouted, sharply swinging the sword around behind him until the very point rested just below Angel's chin. The vampire had slowly began to rise behind Cyrus in attempts to prevent further harm to Spike, but froze once the cold blade came dangerously close to his throat. "You don't get to rise to the rescue! That's not how this works! You watch, I kill, you begin to feel the pain I felt."
"You're pathetic," Angel hissed, risking the chance that Cyrus might just kill him for the outburst.
"Me? Who killed off my entire clan? Who took sick pleasure in brutally torturing my family and leaving their dead bodies for me to find?"
"That wasn't me," Angel answered calmly.
"Sure it was. Your demon hasn't gone anywhere. Only now, your *soul* makes my revenge all the sweeter. Now you *care* when I kill each and every one of your own." With a menacing look in his eyes and a flick of his wrist, Cyrus slashed a deep cut along Angel's cheek with the sword. "Now stay put and watch as I kill your boy. Move again and your girl dies too."
Pleased that Angel was backing off, Cyrus spun on his heels to return his attention to Spike, but found the blond was no longer lying helpless on the ground. Instead, Spike had risen to his feet in spite of his painful injuries and stood ready for a fight. Spike spun and kicked at Cyrus, striking the demon's hands and dislodging the sword. It scraped across the floor and finally clattered to a halt once it hit the solid wood bar. Knowing his own personal weapons were far better than the sword, the move didn't even phase Cyrus. He returned Spike's kick with two consecutive ones of his own, knocking Spike a few feet backwards into a small table.
The two fought viciously with each other, punching, kicking, biting and clawing at every opportunity. Spike took three painful slashes of Cyrus's talons to his stomach and legs, but retaliated by breaking several ribs and one of Cyrus's arms.
With tear-filled eyes, Buffy watched helplessly from a distance, unsure of what to do. She had disposed of Cyrus's minions in record time and led the innocent bystanders outside to safety. It was killing her to see her lovers take such a beating and she wanted nothing more than to rush to her lovers' rescue, but Spike's words were fresh in her mind. She didn't know this demon like her lovers did, but she knew any mistake she made would not only cost her own life, but the lives of her mates.
From across the club, Angel made eye contact, and mouthed the words "I love you" to her. That only made the tears gathered in Buffy's eyes fall down her cheeks and her balance falter as fear tried to overtake her.
Buffy heard Spike groan loudly in pain as he was shoved face-first into a concrete pillar and she forced herself to think. She caught Angel's eyes again and this time, his gaze directed her to a solution.
A few feet in front of her was Cyrus's sword.
Cyrus grabbed Spike by the hair and mashed his face into the pillar one more time. Spike tossed an elbow over his shoulder and into Cyrus's own face, freeing the vampire from the concrete assault. Face to face, the two continued the fight, both knowing the only way this fight was going to end was in death.
Knowing he had far more to live for, Spike used every ounce of anger bottled up within him as a weapon on Cyrus. Every hit was a vicious attempt at revenge for Drusilla's death. He had already lost one love to this monster and he was more than determined to die trying to prevent the same fate from finding his mates.
"Spike, duck!" Without thinking much, Spike responded to the command and looked up in time to see a sword slice cleanly through Cyrus's neck, beheading him.
Knowing enough about Virili demons to know how they died, Spike tackled Buffy to the ground away from Cyrus and shielded her body with his own. Just as Spike looked back and noticed Angel was also a safe distance away, Cyrus's body exploded into a mass of fire, then melted away into ash.
"Oh god, Spike. Are you okay?" Buffy asked as she let go of the sword to examine his wounded face with delicate hands. Distracted, he pulled away from her hands and tried to stand. Carefully, Buffy helped him, but again, he brushed her off when she tried to get him to sit down on a nearby chair.
"Spike?"
Shocked by the last several minutes, Spike's wide eyes traveled between Buffy and the dusty pile on the floor behind her. Relief filled him as he realized Cyrus had finally met the fate he deserved, but anger soon took over when he remembered how Buffy had disobeyed his one order.
"Didn't I tell you not to go near him?" Spike asked, turning to look directly at Buffy.
"I'll settle for a simple, 'thank you for saving my life, luv,'" Buffy replied in her best Spike accent.
Ignoring her comment, Spike started to yell at her. "You could have been killed!"
"So could you!" Buffy countered. Her words seemed to finally have an impact on him and his expression softened. Unable to look at her, Spike dropped into the chair behind him and lowered his head gingerly into his hands.
"I couldn't let him hurt you. Not like Dru..."
Buffy dropped to her knees in front of him and ran her hand gently through his hair. "Shhh. I know, I figured out who he was. He's gone now, it's all over."
Angel shoved himself up into a sitting position, balancing his weight against a pillar. "I told you both to go home but you didn't listen," he complained to himself.
Taken away from his sad thoughts, Spike started to smile, but stopped once the pain kicked in. "Since when do we listen to you, luv?"
Buffy placed a kiss on Spike's head then left him to check on her other mate. Because of the deep gash in his cheek, Angel looked almost as bad as Spike and her heart throbbed painfully. The threat may have been destroyed, but her lovers were still hurt. Buffy brushed her fingers over Angel's forehead and he looked up at her with emotion filled eyes. She knew he was struggling to find the right words to say to her, so she just offered him a reassuring smile.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you two," she wondered aloud.
"Take us home and play nurse maid?" Spike asked with great eagerness.
Buffy tried desperately not to laugh at that, but she couldn't help herself. "We'll see. If you're a good boy."
Spike gave her his most innocent look. "I'm always *good*, pet."
"You're unbelievable!" Buffy said, amazed. "You can barely move, tough guy."
Buffy helped Angel stand and supported his weight as they walked over to grab Spike. Grateful for her superhuman strength, Buffy held onto her mates and kept them from falling as they walked to the door together.
"Don't think you two are off the hook because of this," Buffy reminded them on the way out. "Once you're all better, you both still owe me for keeping secrets."
"We'll just have to suffer through it," Angel assured her.
To be Continued
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