Buffy's eyes cracked opened slowly, closing again quickly as a low light hit her. The bedside lamps had remained lit all night long and the room glowed in a gentle orange color.

Buffy was on her back, on a very large king-size bed. She recognized the room she was in, knowing without a doubt that it was Angel's bedroom at the mansion. Fearful and curious, Buffy turned to her right and found the sleeping form of her former lover curled on his side, one hand stretched out and resting on her thigh. Her naked thigh. She jumped slightly, noticing just how close they were and in a bed, no less.

"Angel?"

Her slight movement and calling of his name brought Angel out of his sleep. Blinking in surprise at the sight of Buffy, Angel looked around the room quickly before settling his gaze on the woman who, by all standards of logic and sanity, should not of been inches away from him and seemingly naked.

Angel blinked again at that last realization.

"Angel, what's going on here?" Her eyes watched him for any signs of trouble. Waking up in a bed with Angel was very bad and dangerous. Sex with Angel equaled Angelus and a great deal of badness.

Was he dreaming?

Aware that Buffy was asking him a question, Angel replied, "I... don't know."

She looked at his confused expression, noting how his eyes somehow reassured her that this wasn't Angelus. Not yet, anyway. Buffy pushed herself up into more of a sitting position, but as her hand reached for the blanket covering her, she shrieked, noticing there was more than just the blanket over her breasts.

The arm that had been resting across Buffy's chest retracted and a muffled sound was emitted from the owner.

"Oh god..." Buffy groaned as she looked to her other side, not wanting to admit that her eyes were working properly. Surely she hadn't done something so horrible to deserve wake up in this situation? It was one thing to wake up next to Angel for no good reason, but Spike?!

Spike mumbled another unintelligible noise and Buffy couldn't take another minute of his ability to sleep at a time like this. A sharp elbow plowed into Spike's ribs, successfully waking him from his slumber.

Jolted from sleep, Spike sat up, gripping his side where he'd been hit. "Bloody hell...that hurt." His eyes widened as he looked over and saw the Slayer and his poof of a Grandsire beside him... in bed. "Um...'ello."

"I don't suppose either one of you remembers how the hell we got here," Buffy looked down at her body, now covered only by a blanket for emphasis, "like *this*?"

"I'm sure there's a logical explanation for all of this..." Angel said calmly, despite the effort it required of him.

Spike snorted at Angel's attempt to rationalize. "Yeah, I'm sure our bodies were just possessed by horny ghosts," he said.

Buffy frowned at him, disturbed by his attitude and ability to make bad jokes at a time like this.

A quiet laugh erupted from the bedroom doorway, their attention turning to the little man standing there. Correction, little *demon* man. The three horns protruding from his forehead typically weren't a "human" characteristic. Typically.

"Something funny?" Buffy asked.

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. My name is, well, difficult to say. My friends call me Leroy. The three of you were brought together by my people."

"Why? What did you do?!" Buffy scooted back against the headboard, keeping the blanket held tight to her body. She didn't care that she was dragging it away from both Spike and Angel. Just let them *try* to take any of it back...

"I apologize if this sounds confusing. I really can't explain it very well because there is much you cannot know. You see, my people have a special gift. A sixth sense, if you will. We see elements of the future that pertain specifically to whether the world will actually *have* a future..."

Spike looked as confused as his bedmates. "You what?"

"I'm sure you can tell, I do not explain this often. You see, when great events threaten the living--or unliving as the case may be--we receive visions that alert us to them. We cannot change them, but we have certain powers that allow us to help out in advance...to improve things for all involved."

Buffy tugged at the blanket again, tucking it under her arms as her fists clutched it to her chest. "And we're "involved," how?"

"The three of you are...well, destined. Your beings are tied together and will remain so until your end. You belong together, to exist, to fight… to love. Unfortunately, the three of you would not realize this until far too late. As a reward for all you have done, and all you will do, my people chose to give you the greatest gift one could give any of you."

"A life-time supply of blood?" Spike chuckled. Buffy elbowed him again.

Leroy shook his head at the blond vampire. "Each other."

"You realize how much this sounds like a load of shit?" Angel glared at the short demonic creature. "Buffy and I destined to be, I can understand that, but Spike was never in the equation."

"Of course he was," the little man replied honestly. "Like I said, not one of you realize this truth until your time is nearly ended. For all your sacrifices, you deserve to know happiness."

Buffy became panicked. "What did you do to us?"

"Relax, child. My people did nothing to harm you. Your feelings for each other have always been present within you, all we did was bring those feelings to the surface, allow you to realize what you have so you can take advantage of it for as long as possible. In order to activate those feelings though, we had to use a sort of a lust spell. Those effects have surely worn off by now, though."

"How could you do this without asking us?" Buffy suddenly blurted out. "My god, I can't even say the words to explain how *wrong* that was..." Buffy's voice cracked and her fingers clenched in the sheet held at her chest.

Leroy took a step back, hurt that his words had upset the young Slayer. "Please don't cry, my dear."

Buffy sniffed, then looked accusingly at the little, horned demon. Her earlier thoughts of a returning Angelus reappeared vividly in her mind. "Wait, what about Angel's soul?"

Leroy smiled gently. "It won't be going anywhere. The curse, as complicated as it was, did not prevent others from adding on. When we pulled him from the dimension he was in, we had to use a great deal of magic to restore him to his current state. Binding his soul was easy."

"Oh," Buffy said, not sure how to react to the news. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the small grin appearing on Angel's face.

"I must be going," Leroy began as he retreated for the door. Just before exiting, he turned to the stunned three on the bed. "There is no more I can reveal to you. Just know that you three belong together. Your feelings may be difficult to accept, but they are true. Please don't waste any time. There is so much ahead. Every second counts." Leroy turned and left the bedroom as quickly as he arrived. Silence filled the room for a moment until Buffy suddenly broke down into tears.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Angel said reaching for her. "Don't cry."

"I can't help it," Buffy sobbed. "This is too much." Turning in Angel's arms, Buffy buried her face in his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks and onto his skin.

Buffy reluctantly pulled away from Angel and sniffed. "I have to get home," she said, taking a deep breath. Sacrificing the sheet protecting her body from their eyes, Buffy scrambled off the bed and reached for her clothes. She threw her jeans and T-shirt on and shoved her feet into her boots before dashing across the room to grab her jacket and purse.

"Buffy..."

"Don't," she stressed, rubbing away the tears from her eyes. Her hands fumbled with the buttons on her jacket, covering herself completely from their eyes.

She was so confused, so emotionally hurt. She really needed to get away.

From them.

Without another word, Buffy grabbed her purse from the floor and left the bedroom. Spike and Angel watched in disbelief as she ran away from them, the front door slamming shut emphasizing the unfortunate reality.

"What the hell are we going to do now?" Spike asked, still angry about the news little Leroy brought and even more infuriated by Buffy deciding to leave.

Angel shut his eyes briefly, not having a clue how to fix this mess. "I don't know. I really, don't know."

* * * * *

Buffy curled up on her bed, a large fluffy robe wrapped around her body as she stared blankly at the wall across from her. She'd run home through the lightly drizzling rain, the water unable to compete with the flood of tears falling from her eyes. With her mother's car not in the driveway, Buffy had said a special thank you to whoever was listening before digging out the hidden key on the porch and letting herself in.

Adding to her already existent anguish, Buffy had found a note and an envelope full of money on her bed upon entering her bedroom.

From her mother.

Joyce had gone away for the early part of summer on a business trip that could not be avoided. Buffy couldn't blame her mother for going, knowing that someone had to pay the bills and that couldn't happen if her mother was fired. As much as she needed her mother, she was actually grateful for the opportunity to be alone and think without other stresses invading her thoughts.

There was no telling when her mother would return, or how she would react to Buffy's sudden reappearance. Fortunately, there seemed to be a great deal of time before she would have to think up an explanation and beg for her mother's forgiveness. Whatever punishments and lectures she would face with her mother and Giles and her friends would be well worth it.

She needed them. She knew that now, more than ever.

The thoughts that had led to this sudden revelation of needing her family and friends suddenly came rushing back into Buffy's mind and she let out a sob.

"Please be a dream, please be a dream, please be a dream..." Buffy had chanted to herself as she raced up the stairs and into the bathroom.

She had showered to rid her body of any traces of the night before. She washed her hair and body over and over again until the water ran cold. Scrubbing at her skin as if she'd been contaminated by the magic that had possessed her body. Part of her felt dirty and used, but the rest of her was so wrapped up in confusion, she couldn't focus on one emotion to feel.

Anger? Pain? Sadness? How was she supposed to feel?

Buffy wanted to sleep, but every time her eyes closed, she saw glimpses of the night with Spike and Angel flash through her mind as memories came crashing back to her. Everything they did with her, the unbelievable ways they made her feel--it all hit her so fast. Every move, every kiss, ever complimenting whisper in her ear, the sound of her name on their lips...

"Ahh!" Buffy screamed, hating the loss of control. "It wasn't me, it was the spell," she reminded herself firmly. She never would have done those things on her own...

Buffy didn't know what to do. Her mind told her how wrong it was to feel anything good after what she'd been through. But, her heart was filled with feelings of love and devotion that continued to fight their way to the surface. She was constantly reminded of every detail of the night before and how wonderful it made her feel and that part just seemed to outweigh everything else.

She loved Angel, always had and always would. Even when he was Angelus, her love for him never really stopped. It was masked by a violent desire to kill, but it never stopped. She had just started to find acceptance with the loss of Angel, forcing herself to learn to live on her own and without relying on someone else for a reason to exist. Now, after one night and the new revelations that he was back and had a permanent soul, a whole new dilemma was evident.

Spike was another problem entirely. Ever since he helped her defeat Angelus, their relationship had changed. That had become incredibly clear when Buffy saved him from a sunny death, bandaged his wounds and then spilled her life story out to him like he was her shrink. A comfortable amount of hatred still existed between the sworn enemies, but an understanding and a bond had formed. The common feeling of betrayal by loved ones drew them together despite everything that demanded they kept their distance.

Now, everything had changed. What did the fates have against her? Why did everything have to get so fucked up?

Spike and Angel had been so gentle and loving, so unlike vampires. Buffy couldn't hold back her smile when a feeling of content fell over her, her mind centered on the peace and security she experienced as she had drifted to sleep with their arms wrapped securely around her.

She shouldn't care for the vampires. She shouldn't want them to return her feelings. Shouldn't have had the unnatural desire to run back to them.

But, she did.

Entangled

The vampire grunted under the force of the blow as he stumbled backwards into a tree. He had no time to recover as the Slayer charged forward at him, her fists leading the way. Several hard punches stunned the vampire then Buffy spun and hit him with a powerful roundhouse kick to the head.

The newly-risen vampire snarled as he hit the ground. Pulling a stake from the back of her jeans, Buffy leapt forward and drove her stake in the demon's chest with an amazing energy.

"Ouch, that had to hurt. Got some pent up energy, hm?"

Buffy whipped her head around to look at Spike, her hair catching across her face. Ignoring the sarcastic reply that popped into her head, Buffy just looked at him as she tucked the wayward strands of hair behind her ear. Angel appeared out of the shadows behind Spike and distracted her from her previous thoughts.

Wide-eyed, Buffy stuffed her hands into her front pockets and spoke as calmly as she could. "Um...hi." This wasn't exactly how she had planned to meet with them... She had been hoping to put it off for a little while, allow herself to spend some time with her friends and Giles and return to her life as the Slayer. It had been a long two weeks and while most of it had been spent in the company of the Scooby Gang, her thoughts had been almost entirely focused on a certain couple of vampires.

"You've been avoiding us for weeks, Buffy. We really need to talk," Angel said.

"I know. I'm sorry," Buffy explained, barely managing to say the words. "I needed some time to think. There are some things I have to say, so please let me say them without interruption."

Both nodded their agreement, mentally bracing themselves for whatever it was she would say. In the weeks that had passed without communication from Buffy, the vampires had each explored every single possible decision she would reach. She had had every right to be angry and scared at first, but it was completely questionable as to what she would decide upon in the end.

The feeling of utter confusion was mutual between them. The revelations that Leroy had shed light on were far from believable. But, the feelings for each other, the uncontrollable love they had for each other, seemed too strong to deny and that struck fear into them all.

"I kinda flipped out that morning. The spell did something to my memory, or maybe it was just shock and denial. I didn't really remember what happened until I got home. When the memories came back, I had a lot to think about and it all scared me to death. The sex, the spell, being bound together, and most of all, the fact that there's something so horrible awaiting us in the future--" Buffy felt her chest tighten as her words reawakened her panic and she found herself struggling to continue.

"I know it's crazy. Angel, the fates have made it very clear that we can't be together...and Spike! God, you're my mortal enemy who I should be killing, not having these kinds of feelings and thoughts about, but..." Buffy turned her back to the vampires, her gaze dropping to her hands as she wrapped them up in a tight grip. "I can't imagine anything feeling as perfect as that night between us," she ended quietly.

With a deep breath, Buffy gathered all of her remaining confidence and turned back to Angel and Spike, prepared for whatever their reaction may be. "I don't want to reach that point in the future where I find out all this was true and regret walking away. I need to know if what I'm feeling is real...I can't not know."

Buffy looked expectantly at the vampires. She was expecting them to laugh or turn and run away, but both held their ground.

"Buffy," Angel began, smiling unconsciously. "You know I could never say no. I'll always love you and now that my soul is permanent, it was only a matter of you."

Buffy returned his smile, relieved that she hadn't been *completely* rejected. Needing to hear the answer of the other vampire, she took a deep breath and turned to Spike. "Spike?"

He looked at her for a minute, wheels almost visibly turning in his head. "I can't say that I love you... but I can't say that I feel nothing."

Still worried, Buffy pressed him for more. "Will you'll give this a chance? See where it leads?"

"Yeah, I think I'm up for it."

Buffy blushed, not missing the suggestive leer Spike shot her way. Another concern stood in the way of the situation ending well. "Wait..." Buffy hesitated, not wanting to open a discussion that may end what they'd just agreed to, but she had no choice. "What about the two of you? I know you were um, involved, a long while back, but... now?"

"Luv, no matter how much hatred there is between us, it's never strong enough to break the bond we have. Much as it pains me to admit it, the poof's my sire, and that doesn't go away."

"But, he's not..."

"In every sense that matters, he is," Spike explained quickly. Buffy looked to Angel for confirmation and he nodded.

Wincing, knowing the hardest issue of them all had to be addressed, Buffy continued, yet again. "There's just one more thing. I can look past just about everything, but there's one thing I can't let go. Maybe it's the Slayer in me, or maybe it's just the human in me, but I can't let you kill humans."

Spike closed his eyes and practically pouted. He had been hoping to avoid the subject at least until after the shagging. "It's my nature, Sweets."

"Your nature can change," Buffy pleaded.

Having no intention of completely ruining the situation before it began, Spike tried to bargain with her. "Not even the bad guys?"

"No. Not just for food, anyway. There has to be another way," Buffy said, her eyes begging him for his cooperation.

"I can bite and not kill."

That held promise and Buffy's expression perked up. "Can you? Can you control yourself?"

"Let's leave the final negotiations for after. And before you even think about it, I won't live off animal blood. Can't stand the taste of it." Buffy winced, remembering Spike's reaction to the blood she had gotten for him.

"I can get you human blood," Angel offered. Buffy and Spike whirled to look at him, both shocked. He sighed, not sure why he was helping Spike with anything, let alone getting a source of food. "I know some people at the blood bank. They can't spare much, but it'll be enough for when you can't go out."

Spike seemed happy with that, and nodded his agreement to the deal.

Pleased, and finally able to let out the breath she'd been holding, Buffy smiled nervously. "Good...that's good. So, um...where do we go from here?"

"My place," Angel said.

"Angel...I don't want to go back to the mansion. It's--"

Understanding her concerns without her voicing them, Angel shook his head lightly. "I'm not living at the mansion anymore."

* * * * *

Only a few seconds after Angel revealed he had moved, a downpour of rain hit them without warning. Either someone above approved of their grouping, or hated it...whichever it was, the three were not about to let a little weather get in their way. As thunder crashed and lightning struck the sky in a luminous pattern, they retreated to Angel's car.

Buffy sat awkwardly, alone in the back seat of the car while she listened to the rain fall heavily onto the car and that little voice in her head tell her she was crazy. Her attention was drawn to the window as Angel pulled the car into a driveway and stopped.

The classic exterior and light colors almost drew a giggle from Buffy. "This is um...nice."

"It was the only house in Sunnydale I could get immediately," he explained, knowing the house wasn't something he usually considered tasteful. "But, it's got three bedrooms, a huge master bath and a swimming pool out back."

Buffy looked at him funny. "You would need all these things...because?"

"I wasn't thinking about me."

Buffy blushed. "Oh." Apparently, she wasn't the only one who had been doing a lot of thinking over the past couple of weeks. Spike threw his door open and rushed to the front porch where there was shielding from the dangerous storm. Angel exited on the driver's side and helped Buffy out from the back.

"The master bedroom's upstairs, down the hall, last door on the left," Angel directed. Buffy led the way, glancing over her shoulder to make sure the guys were following. Not that she had a lot of reason to think that they weren't.

Upon entering the bedroom, Buffy stepped into the center and spun around slowly, taking in the minimal furnishings. Her eyes ended up locked on the very large bed located against the center of one wall with a wrought iron headboard and footboard. Running a hand along the fabric of the comforter, Buffy turned around to see both males looking at her with great anticipation for her next move.

At an incredibly slow pace, Buffy began to remove her shirt and bra from her body. Once she was naked from the waist up, she looked expectantly at Spike and Angel, who were still staring at her and doing nothing else.

"You two gonna do this with your clothes on?" she asked, curiously.

Needing no other motivation, both men were quick to yank off their clothes and expose their hard bodies to her curious eyes. Spike finished undressing first and was quick to take the opportunity to approach Buffy before his sire. Taking the necessary steps forward to bring him in front of Buffy who was clearly nervous and shaking slightly. He smirked at her, earning a smile back from her for his efforts.

Trailing light kisses from her throat, down between her breasts, and to her bellybutton, Spike's fingers began to work on the buttons of her jeans. While he licked, sucked and gently bit at her hipbone, he eased the remaining clothes off her body and guided her to step completely out of them. Raising back up to his full height, he grabbed Buffy by the waist and carried her to the bed. Her beauty struck him as she laid out, one arm raised by her head.

While he watched, a pair of strong arms encircled Spike's waist and with a look of shock on his face, he turned to Angel. It really had been too long... Suddenly enthralled by the powerful older man, Spike didn't protest as his lips were captured in a demanding kiss.

Before their one night together, Buffy had never thought about the idea of two men together, let alone imagine it in her mind and realizing just how appealing it was. Watching them kiss drew a whimper from her and the sudden inspiration to do something more than just lay still. With a tentative hand, Buffy gripped Spike's erection and began to pump it with gentle pressure. Feeling Spike tense, Angel opened his eyes and caught sight of what Buffy was doing. One of his hands slid lower and joined Buffy's.

Spike tore his mouth away from Angel with a desperate growl and watched in amazement as the hands of both Buffy and Angel moved on him. Angel's fist tightened over Buffy's, encouraging her to do the same.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Spike repeated, his voice getting louder each time he spoke the word.

Buffy scooted closer to the edge of the bed, moving onto her knees in front of Spike. Gently, she pushed Angel's hand away and moved her mouth down to the tip of Spike's erection. Remembering what she'd learned from her first attempt with Angel, Buffy swirled her tongue around the underside and eased her way closer to the base.

Angel's strong arms held Spike still, a silent reminder to the younger man that he couldn't frighten Buffy by putting any pressure on her. Spike's cock was similar to Angel's in length, but it was slightly more narrow and Buffy felt compelled to try and guide it down her throat. Forcing her muscles and her gag reflex to relax, Buffy took all of Spike's length into her mouth.

Spike's eyes shot wide open and he looked down at the little blond. "Bloody hell," he gasped.

Pulling back almost completely, Buffy looked up at Spike's expression and was pleased to see how much she was affecting him. Returning to her task, Buffy began a simple rhythm, licking and sucking and occasionally taking him down her throat. Soon, Spike's fingers wrapped in Buffy's hair, gently holding her.

As he watched Buffy suck Spike and do it so well for a beginner, Angel's lust began to grow out of control. One could only watch for so long before going insane. With blunt teeth, he bit down on Spike's shoulder, hard. Every last bit of control the blond vampire had left was shattered with that one simple dominating action.

Taken by surprise, Spike couldn't contain the primal shout that escaped him in response.

Buffy pulled back quickly, until her lips enclosed around the head of Spike's cock. Spike came, shooting his emissions into her mouth and down her throat with gentle jerky movements. She swallowed, managing to keep all but one small drop from escaping her. Releasing him, Buffy leaned back on her heels and looked at both males.

"Yummy," she said sweetly as she licked away the stray drop. Spike was far too close to collapsing to respond, but Angel was harder than he thought possible. He was hit with an overwhelming desire to throw her down and pound her into the mattress until they were both screaming in ecstasy. Somehow though, the small part of his brain that remained rational made sure that thought was ignored.

For now.

Moving Spike to the side and shoving him down onto the foot of the bed, Angel crawled on top of Buffy, forcing her to shift and slide her legs out from under her. He kissed her lips almost brutally, his body out of control.

Spike recovered and rolled completely off the bed, giving Angel the necessary room to turn Buffy so her head was resting on one of the soft pillows at the top. Her legs opened wide for him, wrapping around his hips and trying to move him so he entered her. Not in any need of persuasion, Angel released Buffy's mouth long enough to watch her face as he slammed into her.

She screamed in pleasure, her body desperately missing the feeling of his body against and inside of hers. Their lower bodies moved in time to a consistent tempo, hands and lips covering every accessible inch of skin.

"Too long," Angel grunted.

Buffy nodded enthusiastically, raking her nails lightly over Angel's biceps and shoulders. "Way too long," she agreed. Angel brought a hand to the spot where they were joined, touching Buffy's clit with feather-light brushes. "So close," Buffy panted, attempting to grind her pelvis into his hand and body simultaneously. After what only seemed like an eternity, Angel pressed hard on her button of nerves, and sent her soaring.

"Angel!"

As the blinding effects of her orgasm slowly calmed, Buffy collapsed on her back, her physical energy temporarily worn out. It took several long moments of deep breaths to slow her racing heart, but thoughts of Angel and Spike and continuing their night together were the only thoughts in her mind as she demanded her body rejuvenate quickly.

Aware that Angel was still hard within her, Buffy abruptly rolled them so that she was on top, resuming her movements to meet each one of Angel's slow and intense thrusts.

One hand holding her balance, Buffy used the other to brush her hair away from her face and catch Angel's eyes. "I want both of you...together." Angel started to protest, but Buffy squeezed her inner muscles around him and his arguments were cut off. "I *need* you both."

Angel placed firm hands on her hips, stilling her as close to his body as possible. His lust was beyond controlling, but her sensual voice stating her request was enough motivation to try. "Are you--"

Sighing, Buffy shifted slightly on top of him. "Would you stop questioning me. I wouldn't ask for it if I didn't want it."

"We just don't want you to be hurt," Angel explained, a bit sheepishly.

"You should know as well as I that the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure," Buffy gasped, working her strength against Angel to raise herself up and drop back down on his cock then slowly pull away again. Whatever protests or thoughts were left in his mind were jolted right out of him.

Angel growled at her unmerciful tactics, taking advantage of her movements to slam his pelvis up against her in retaliation. "You'll stop us if--"

"Yes, but I won't have to," Buffy interrupted him.

All the while Buffy had been convincing Angel of what she wanted, Spike had been digging through drawers to find a lubricant. Spike knelt across Angel's legs, directly behind Buffy and drew the attention of his lovers. With a firm grip, Angel reluctantly stopped Buffy's hips from bouncing again. She buried her face in the crook of Angel's neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there as Spike prepared her back passage and his cock with the lubricant he found in the night table.

The bottle was capped and Spike made direct eye contact with Angel briefly to let the older man know he was ready. The serious look he got in return spoke volumes about the torture he was in for if he did anything to hurt Buffy. Spike's thumbs gentle opened her to him and provided him with the necessary room to enter her. Angel heard as well as felt Buffy's quiet cry of pain as both men stretched her. He drew her head away from his neck and guided her lips to his.

When Spike was completely imbedded inside of Buffy, Angel broke the kiss and looked deep in her eyes. He had never seen such intensity before and knew there was nothing that could make her complain about this. Angel kissed her lips softly then began to move with Spike. After a few careful thrusts, the vampires built a rhythm of alternating movements in and out of Buffy's body. She did her best to work with them, but the pleasure that was building in her was growing so strong, her body was losing the ability to function.

Spike trailed his mouth from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and as far down her spine as he could reach while continuing the movements of his body. One hand slipped across Buffy's stomach, moving upwards to grasp one of her breasts and squeeze the flesh.

Angel kept one strong hand on Buffy's hip, attempting to smooth her jerky movements, while the other snaked around her waist to find her clitoris. From the way she was grinding against him on every down stroke, to her wild eyes and shrieks of enjoyment, he wasn't sure she even needed additional stimulation, but this was not a time for taking any chances.

"YES!" Buffy cried when he reached his target. The way her pleasure had been building from their mutual attention, she had thought she would come without anything further. Whether that would turn out to be true or not was no longer a concern as Angel's fingers worked their magic.

Screaming, Buffy came harder than ever before, bright lights flashing before her eyes before she fell forward and accepted the peaceful black unconsciousness had to offer. Her muscles still tightened around the two thrusting cocks inside her body, bringing both males over the edge, simultaneously.

It took several long minutes for Spike and Angel to recover before Angel had the strength to awaken Buffy. Confused after passing out, Buffy slid off of Angel's body and curled against his side, resting in the crook of his arm with one of her own arms and legs draped over him. Spike spooned against her back, holding a hand against Buffy's muscular stomach.

"God, I didn't know it could be that good..."

"That was nothing," Spike boasted, not about to admit he agreed with the tiny blond.

"It only gets better, my love," Angel added as he kissed Buffy's temple.

With a sigh, Buffy tried to bring both men closer to her. "So, is it just me or do we keep doing this?"

"It's not just you," Spike said and nipped at Buffy's shoulder.

"I know how wrong this should be, but it feels so right." Buffy accentuated her point by pushing her naked flesh closer to Angel's side.

"It does," Angel confirmed with a soft growl when he felt her wetness hit his leg. He ran a hand lightly across Buffy's ribs, tickling her and making her giggle. Trying to escape the touch that sent shivers across her skin, Buffy rolled towards Spike only to be practically pounced on by Angel as he prevented her escape and swooped down for a kiss.

* * * * *

Buffy emerged from the bathroom naked and reached for Spike's red shirt that was lying on the floor. She slipped it on, but stopped, mid-movement as she caught Spike staring at her from his position on the bed. Although he wasn't fully awake, he still managed to look at her in a way that made her feel like she was being devoured.

"That's mine," he commented.

"I'm just borrowing it," she told Spike as she buttoned the last button. "I'm cold."

"I'd offer to warm you up, but I don't think you could take much more," Spike said, manly pride clearly evident in his voice. The night had seemed to go on forever as every round of sex between them inspired another. Nothing could have pulled them away from each other. It wasn't until sheer exhaustion swept over them all that they decided to sleep.

"Good thinking." Walking back over to the bed, Buffy leaned down and kissed Angel gently, waking him from his sleep. He tried to grab her and hold her down for a more intense kiss, but she slipped away.

"Mmm..." he hummed in disappointment, but smiled when his eyes opened to the sight of Buffy's beautiful face.

"Do you have any food around here?" She had allowed herself to sleep through breakfast and lunch, having been far too exhausted to wake up until the afternoon hours.

Angel rolled onto his back, placing his hands behind his head. "Yeah, in the kitchen. There should be something."

She slipped on her panties and jeans before leaving the bedroom, not feeling comfortable with the idea of walking around the house in nothing but a shirt. Although she had grown up quite a bit in the past few weeks, she was still just a 17-year-old girl. Stopping at the door, she turned back to them.

"You know, there is something seriously wrong with this picture."

Spike stretched his arms over his head. "What's that, Luv?"

"Of all of us, I should be the most sore and tired but there you two are, lying on the bed while I'm on my feet."

The blond vampire grinned at her. "What can we say? You wore us out."

Home Now

"I see you found..." Angel paused as he surveyed the scene before him. Buffy was sitting at the kitchen table surrounded by every human food that he had in the kitchen. All of the windows were closed tightly, and the lights from overhead fixtures illuminated the kitchen and Buffy in a gentle light. "...All the food I own."

Buffy looked over her shoulder smiled at him as he approached from behind. "You're not going to eat any of it."

"No." Angel leaned forward and kissed the nape of Buffy's neck, tearing her attention away from the food to focus on something far more appetizing. "But I might be persuaded to try some of this..." Buffy snaked a hand back around his neck, holding him to her, but soon forced herself to let go. "Mmm, delicious."

Buffy sighed, hating that her need for nourishment had to come before Angel's sinfully talented touch. "Angel, I have to eat."

He nipped at her earlobe. "I'm not stopping you."

"Angel..." she pleaded. His lips were destroying her ability to think, but her stomach kept rumbling and she knew she had to be strong. "Later, I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," Angel grumbled. Pouting, he pulled away reluctantly and sat down in one of the chairs beside her. "Did you sleep well?"

"Haven't slept that well in about two weeks," she said, ducking her head to hide the tint of red that colored her features.

Angel was very aware that she was referring to the first night between the three of them and smiled at her innocent shyness. "We'll make sure that happens more often."

Still a little flushed, Buffy returned the smile and turned back to the table to examine the selection of food. She debated over the fruit in a bowl and finally chose a peach that was perched at the very top. Before she could do anything with it, Angel took the peach from her hand and reached for a knife. Carefully, he sliced a piece and offered it to her. Blushing nervously, Buffy leaned forward and accepted the offered fruit. Angel's eyes darkened as she swallowed the ripe sliver then hesitantly licked at the few traces of sweet juice that covered his fingers. Eagerly, Angel reached for the knife and peach again so the process could be repeated.

A throat cleared from the entryway and Angel aimed a menacing glare at the one that dared to intrude. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything," Spike said as he walked to Buffy and placed a kiss on the top of her head, smirking knowingly at Angel.

"You interrupt something?" Buffy replied sarcastically. She didn't miss the possessiveness she felt coming from both males, but everything was so new, she didn't know how to react. Reaching for a piece of toast, Buffy took a bite. "I'm just trying to make my stomach shut up." She glared down at her abdomen when her tummy growled again. Maybe *she* needed to shut up and start eating.

Noticing that all the food on the table was hardly part of a vampire's balanced diet, Spike proceeded towards the refrigerator and kitchen cabinets. It was unlikely that Angel had anything that could be considered edible by Spike's standards, but he looked anyway.

His private moment with Buffy disrupted, Angel decided to proceed with a conversation. Something they had been avoiding for as long as possible. "How's your mom? I didn't even think--" Angel broke off, remembering how caught up they had been that they hadn't even considered Joyce and whether she'd be missing her daughter.

"Don't worry, she's...not home. Mom went away for most of the summer. Left me a note, a phone number, and some cash," Buffy explained. "I called her a few days ago. She can't come home yet, but..." Buffy sniffed, keeping her tears at bay. She could survive without her mother, but that didn't mean she wanted to.

"I'm sure she's just happy you're alive and safe," Angel supplied for her, knowing it was the truth.

Buffy smiled weakly. "Yeah...safe."

Angel wasn't quite sure how to interpret her lack of security, but decided not to push the issue right then. "So, you'll be able to spend some time here?"

Buffy reached for the peach again, this time cutting slices for herself while Angel was busy asking questions. "If Giles doesn't have me slaying day and night, I'll be able to spend most of my time here." She finished another piece of the fruit then, with no napkin in sight, sucked away the drips of juice that ran over her hand and wrist. Angel's mouth opened slightly in envy; he wanted to be responsible for ridding her of the sweet drops. "Except for training and patrol," she amended.

Regaining his control, Angel cleared his throat and focused on asking another question. "Have you seen Giles yet?" A pang of regret accompanied the mention of that name; memories of Angelus were still fresh in his mind.

"Yeah, I went to see him. He was his usual unreadable self, but he was glad to see me. Already planning my training schedule." Buffy rolled her eyes, remembering how Giles had stressed the importance of focusing on her destiny again.

He probably wouldn't appreciate knowing that she *was* focusing on her destiny, just not the one he knew of.

"Your friends?"

"I called them the day after...I apologized for everything and they all seem fine. Healing well." A look of pain combined with already present regret crossed Angel's face and Buffy noticed it immediately. "If you're going to start looking guilty, I'll stop talking. I refuse to waste any time with you two brooding," Buffy said sternly.

Spike turned away from the open refrigerator where he had been examining labels on the bags of blood. "I do not brood."

"No, you just whine," Buffy retorted.

Spike looked offended again for a brief second before a very playful look appeared in his eyes. Knowing he had something evil up his sleeve, Buffy bolted from her chair for the nearest exit. It was useless though; her Slayer speed was nothing compared to the vampires and Spike had her tightly in his arms before she could take two steps. "No escape now," he whispered in her ear.

Buffy whimpered, feigning helplessness against the hard body behind her. Emboldened by feelings deep down inside of her, Buffy snaked her hands between their bodies to cup his denim-covered manhood. Spike growled and spun her around. Quickly, he bent and tossed the little blond over his shoulder and smacked her lightly on her ass. "Behave yourself," he scolded and she moaned.

Buffy adjusted to the new perspective, blood rushing to her head and making her slightly dizzy. She hummed in consideration, then patted Spike's denim-covered ass. "Your ass looks great from this angle..."

Angel rose from his chair with a bit of a struggle. Watching Buffy and Spike bicker and Buffy's response to Spike's gentle spank had been oddly arousing and incredibly inspiring for the future. Although he assumed Buffy still hadn't eaten enough to satisfy her hunger, waiting had just become too painful to go on any longer.

"What should we do with her?" Spike asked, grinning like a fool.

Before Angel could offer a suggestion, Buffy spoke up from her awkward position over Spike's shoulder. "I did happen to notice that incredibly large whirlpool tub in the bathroom..." The guys grinned and headed up the stairs.

* * * * *

Buffy gasped as she sank deeper into the hot water, the warmed flesh of Spike's body flush against her back, his staff buried to the hilt inside her pussy. Her hands clenched around the tub's rim in time with her rhythmic bouncing and the spasms of her inner muscles on Spike's cock. Spike grunted, but couldn't form words as he guided her hips in slow, steady movements.

Angel sat across from them, his hands stroking Buffy's legs and his eyes locked on her. Her concentration momentarily disturbed by Angel's heated gaze, Buffy lowered herself onto Spike too quickly, disturbing their pace and the water around them. Bubbly water dripped from the tub, covering the bathroom floor.

"Ooops," she giggled.

The hands that were guiding Buffy's hips moved north to grasp her bouncing breasts and rub her nipples. Spike used his new grip to continue leading her movements, but Buffy somehow managed to keep her speed. With her legs spread on the outside of Spike's, and most of the bubbles on the floor, she was exposed in the most intimate way to Angel's eyes. His hands never left her skin, but they finally progressed towards her center, reaching in for her clitoris.

"Please..." Buffy pleaded. She had been on fire since Angel first fed her the peach and once the tub had introduced, her lust had become almost unbearable. There was just something about sexy, naked vampires in water...

Angel caressed Buffy's clit and ran his fingers over Spike's cock each time Buffy's body lifted away and received equal gasps and groans from the two blondes.

Spike's fingers closed around Buffy's nipples until she yelled and arched against his hands and Angel's. Spike cried out as her actions destroyed his restraint and he lowered his arms to surround her waist and hold her down as his dead seed was shot deep into her.

"Oh god, Spike...Angel, please!" Buffy cried out, delirious with desire.

"Come Buffy, come for us," Angel whispered. Weakened, but still in command of his body, Spike lowered blunt teeth to Buffy's shoulder and bit gently as Angel pressed on her nerve center one last time. Buffy came with a scream for both of them.

Buffy's arms and legs splashed lifelessly into the water and her head dropped back against Spike's. Slowly, Spike lifted her limp body from his, sliding her to sit on the porcelain bottom of the tub between his legs.

"Oh my..." Buffy rested her hands across Spike's arms that draped her stomach. "I think I could get used to this." Her strength eventually returned to her and she readjusted her position. However, the movements caused pain to shoot through her body, her sore muscles and overused clitoris protesting quite loudly. "...Or not," she winced.

Suddenly, Buffy remembered that despite his involvement earlier, Angel had been focusing all of his attention on Buffy and Spike. Doubting that she could stand to be filled by either one of them again so soon, Buffy's thoughts were still on how she could bring Angel pleasure. She let one of her feet stray towards his body, but before she could reach her target, Angel caught her foot.

With a predatory expression, Angel narrowed his eyes at her. "What are you doing?"

"I--" His non-playful tone made Buffy feel very self-conscious and question whether she had done something wrong. What did she know about sex etiquette? Especially in the eyes of two vampires who had centuries of combined experience. Before she could think anymore on the topic, Spike's arms released her waist and Angel's hands tugged her body across the tub to sit in front of him. She winced again, her tired body demanded she stop moving, but went willingly to Angel nonetheless.

Concerned, Angel frowned when he saw her pained expression. "Sore?"

"Yeah, but you--" Buffy started hesitantly. She didn't want to exclude Angel or Spike from anything. This still was all so very new to her, but that was all the more reason to pay equal attention to both men. "I want to..."

Angel smiled and shushed her with a kiss and led one of her hands down below the water's surface. Buffy blushed uncontrollably, but encircled her fingers around Angel's cock when their entwined hands reached his flesh. Angel's larger hand covered Buffy's until she began to move on her own. As she pumped him at the speed and pressure he'd guided her to do on Spike earlier, he claimed her lips.

Buffy's body responded to the demanding kiss and she tried to scoot forward. With her hands occupied and her legs oddly draped over Angel's thighs, she failed miserably. Her sounds of frustration made Angel chuckle as he continued the kiss but drew her to him. Pleased with the new closeness of their bodies, one of Buffy's hands slipped further down to Angel's sac while her other hand started to pump his length faster than before.

Angel broke away from their intense kiss with an unnecessary gasp, his orgasm getting closer. Buffy looked down at the water, watching as Angel's body reacted to her ministrations. Her hands were working him into a frenzy, the sculpted muscles of Angel's stomach rolled and twitched with each stroke of his cock and brush across his balls. Gently, Buffy leaned forward and placed light kisses across his chest and lashed at his nipples with her tongue.

"Buffy," he gasped. "Don't stop."

Buffy looked up and smiled, making direct eye contact with Angel. "Never," she swore. Seconds later, he threw his head back as he came, shooting his emissions into the soapy water. While he recovered, Buffy kissed his lips delicately then rested her head on his chest and circled her arms around his torso.

"Love you," Angel whispered.

"Love you, too," Buffy said against his skin.

Spike shifted uncomfortably at the opposite side of the tub, feeling left out. Although his feelings for Buffy continued to escalate, he still couldn't bring himself to admit it was love. It was something--something powerful--but love?

For now, they all seemed content with mutual desire. Whether love could eventually become the feeling that bound them, only time would tell.

Ever so slowly, Buffy pushed away from Angel and moved to lean against another part of the tub. She eased her weight down, her entire body aching pleasantly. "I'm supposed to patrol tonight and I should probably go get some of my things from home and even pick up some food." Buffy said.

One of Angel's hands reached out for one of hers and their fingers entwined. "Want company?" he asked.

"Of course I do, but I don't think it's such a good idea yet." Buffy paused for a moment, tightening the grip her hand had on Angel's. "The gang knows your back, but they're not really keen on the idea. I have to break this to them gently. I--I can't lose them."

Angel wasn't sure how to react. He certainly didn't expect her to just tell her friends and family about the three-way she was bound to for the rest of her life. Even *he* had difficulty with that concept at first, but he had been so concerned with Buffy and Spike that he had completely forgotten about the way Buffy's loved ones would take the news. Especially after everything he had put them all through when Angelus tore through Sunnydale...

"Oh," Angel said, the word being the only appropriate thing he could think of.

Buffy's face became serious all of a sudden as she sought Angel's eyes. "Hey, no guilt. I don't blame *you* and that's all that matters."

Angel tried to act as if that erased all their problems. He knew it didn't. He knew there were still so many obstacles ahead and Buffy by no means deserved to suffer through any of them. "You're too good to us," he replied, lifting one of her hands to kiss the knuckles.

Spike huffed. "Speak for yourself, mate. I wasn't excluded from any guilt here." He crossed his arms over his chest and lowered himself further into the water, behaving like a young child.

"You don't feel any." She couldn't contain the small grin that tugged at her mouth. Child or not, he was still sexy.

"Yeah, so?"

Buffy giggled splashed water at Spike. He immediately returned the favor, soaking the Slayer in far more water than she had sent his way. The water battle continued for several minutes, the laughing blondes bringing a smile to Angel's face as he watched them.

Buffy yelped as a large splash drenched her hair moments before she was promptly dragged into Spike's lap, his hands tickling her sides. She laughed uncontrollably, shoving at his persistent hands as they found the sensitive spots of her body. He'd spent a considerable amount of time the night before going over every inch of her, learning her reactions to each touch.

Finally, she screeched and Spike paused mid-tickle. "Okay, okay...you win! You're excluded from feelings of guilt. Happy?"

"Yep," Spike said as he pulled her head down for a kiss.

Getting Dirty

"Six cemeteries, two parks, a playground, and nothing. What is tonight like Halloween or something?" Buffy frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. Like bodyguards, Spike and Angel walked on either side of her, their eyes roaming the surrounding area both for other predators and any sight of Buffy's friends. Another night with her patrolling while they waited impatiently at home was not an option to be considered anymore. They couldn't stand to be without her for that long, so Spike and Angel promised to keep things secret for a while longer and she allowed them to join her on patrols.

"I wouldn't say 'nothing,' baby," Angel said. One side of his mouth quirked up as he looked at her through the corner of one eye.

Buffy purposely ignored his words, knowing she got a lot more than "nothing" at the park and playground. "How am I supposed to have any fun if the bad guys won't come out and play?"

Spike slipped an arm around her waist and looked at her with a suggestive glint in his eyes. "I've got some ideas..."

Buffy smacked him lightly on the chest. "Down boy. We're patrolling now." Despite the phrasing, Buffy was also talking to her own body as it immediately responded to the slightest implication of sex. Not even the recent memories of being thrown up against a tree and fucked by Angel or Spike taking her on the slide at the local playground could completely prevent the feelings that blossomed inside of her. It struck her as slightly odd that there was a constant sexual charge between them, but she never allowed herself too much time to think about it. If the world was going to end sometime in the near future...she might as well go out with a bang.

Retracting his arm from her, Spike's expression turned grumpy. "Fine, but when we get you home, I'm gonna have my way with you. You won't be walking for weeks...at least."

"You say it like that and it doesn't sound all that good," Buffy said, slightly disturbed.

"Oh, but it will be," he assured her. Both of his arms found their way around her and he leaned his head towards her ear to whisper. "Do you want to know what I'd do to you?"

"Yes," she said in a barely audible whisper.

Keeping his voice low and his mouth near her ear, Spike detailed his plans slowly. "I'll start out so slow--drive you completely mad." Although she didn't say anything, his senses picked up on her increased heartbeat and breathing. She'd never admit to it, but he knew how much she adored long, drawn-out, torturous pleasure. "First, I'd spend about an hour just tasting you. I'd kiss every part of you until you're begging me for more..."

Buffy gave him a skeptical look even though she knew he could have her begging in minutes. Maybe seconds. "You sure about that begging part?"

"Oh yeah," he said slowly, but confidently. Buffy shivered at the heat in his voice.

"But just to be safe, I'd help," Angel whispered into her other ear. Buffy jumped, having been so focused on Spike that she didn't even sense Angel's closeness. Not that she stood a chance with Mr. Stealthy, anyway. "Just to make sure he doesn't miss *anything*," Angel said, one hand running lightly over her arm. He had been keeping quiet for most of the night, but always entered the conversation at the right moment with just the right words and just the right touch. Buffy was accustomed to his usual silence, knowing his actions always spoke louder than his words.

Buffy took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on moving her feet one after another in a direction that she hoped was towards the cemetery. This game had been repeated throughout the few hours they had been on patrol, their plans shifting from verbal teasing to sex and finally a quick sweep around each area to verify there was no evil--other than the two at her side--around them. Many times, Buffy regretted allowing them to tag along, but every time she found herself pressed up against one of their hard bodies or had their voice whispering in her ear, regret was ignored and Buffy accepted her fate. "Then what?"

Spike moved behind her and continued their walking with his feet spread on the outside of hers. Mindful of any unwanted listeners that lurked in the darkness, he kept his voice low and his mouth near to her ear. "Then, when you're so bloody hot and wet, I'd slide up your body and deep inside you with such ease...like you were made just for me."

"Ahem," Angel interrupted.

"Oh, sod off," Spike growled absently at his elder. Had his mind not been so full of sexual thoughts, he probably would have kept his mouth shut then. So, it was no surprise when he felt the familiar thwap at the back of his head and the accompanying look on Angel's face that clearly expressed he would pay for that later. Of course, he loved that look...

"Boys!" Buffy hissed at them. "Save the macho crap for when I'm not around."

Spike took notice of her expression; the mix of arousal and frustration coloring her face the most perfect shade of red. "Sorry luv. Now where was I..." Spike ran a finger up her side, then slid his entire palm around to flatten against her stomach. As his hand inched downward, Buffy's breath caught. "I think, right about..."

"We're here," Angel informed them. A part of his attention had remained with Buffy and Spike, but while they were too distracted with each other, his senses were the only ones available to pick up on the trouble that awaited them at the final stop of the night.

"And we've got company," Buffy said, pouting. Three vampires, in full game face, appeared from behind a group of trees. They snarled and appeared to puff their chests up like that would improve their chances against two very well known vampires and the Slayer. Buffy rolled her eyes, annoyed. Just when things were getting good...

Surveying her competition for a moment, Buffy reached around her back to grab a stake. "I'll take the cute one, you guys take the others."

Two eyebrows raised in question as Spike and Angel turned to look at Buffy. "Which one would that be, luv?" Spike asked.

"Um...I...uh...cute?" Buffy squeaked. She had been so on edge thanks to Spike, the descriptive word had just stumbled out of her mouth. She hadn't thought about what she was saying, certainly not the reactions of her lovers. The threesome of vampires began to charge forward, giving her a much-needed distraction. "We have work to do."

Spike glared at her back as she jogged towards their opponents. "You're not getting out of this that easily," he called after her as he followed, pulling a stake from his coat pocket.

Buffy leapt into the air and kicked one of the three young vampires in the chest. He stumbled back, but only came at her again with more determination. Buffy eagerly accepted the challenge with a smile. Aside from what it did to her thinking process, the teasing from Spike and Angel since they walked out the front door was very energizing. The promise of all the wonderful things they would do to her when they returned home and the unresolved sexual tension she was feeling as a result gave her more than enough energy to take on all three vampires.

Buffy and her lovers made quick work of the three that picked the wrong night and location for a hunt. Buffy only struggled with her opponent for a brief minute, the inexperienced vampire lacking any talent that could challenge her. Spike had staked his without so much as a punch while Angel tossed the other vampire around to stun him before slamming a stake into its heart.

Buffy dusted herself off, then surveyed the rest of the cemetery for any sign of other trouble. Nothing caught her eye and no strange sounds could be heard, so she resolved that with no other leads, it was time to go home and be with her vampires. Turning on her heels and, Buffy headed in the direction of the exit and found herself trapped--by her lovers.

"So..." Spike began, looking down into Buffy's startled eyes. "What was it you were saying about one of those blokes being cute?"

"Oh...cute?" Buffy asked nervously. "I didn't say--" She was finding it hard to think up a good story with both males standing there in front of her looking so delicious. Both wore black jeans and dark tops, Spike complimenting his dark crimson shirt with his trademark duster. "I said 'ugly.' Those guys were completely ugly. Yuck."

Spike closed in on her in a predatory fashion, making a part of her mind suggest running while the other part was eager for his "attack." He circled her, finally stopping behind her, moving both arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Vampire hearing, pet. We heard you."

Lying was clearly not getting her anywhere. "Okay, so what if I did? Am I not allowed to look at other males?" Buffy craned her neck to look at him as best as she could.

"No," Spike answered her, firmly. He swept her hair off one shoulder and began to place delicate kisses along the column of her neck.

Despite her body reacting to Spike's actions, Buffy couldn't help but laugh. Vampires could be so out-dated sometimes. "Oh really? And how do you plan to enforce that?"

"Lock you away in our bedroom and fuck you senseless for the rest of eternity," he whispered into her ear.

An intense shiver made it's way down her spine, physically shaking her. "Oh, well, in that case..." Erotic thoughts planted firmly in her mind and the gentle touch of Spike's lips against her neck caused Buffy's knees to buckle. Instead of keeping her upright, Spike guided them both down to their knees in the grass. The touch on her neck became more intense, Spike's tongue joining the events and tracing her pulse as it throbbed beneath her skin.

"Spike," Buffy whined weakly. "We're in a cemetery!"

"So?" He questioned between wet kisses.

Realizing she didn't have much of an argument or control over herself, Buffy surrendered her body to his touch, and mumbled one last complaint. "If anyone catches us, you are so dead..."

Spike bit back the comment about her being surrounded by the dead, knowing that would only put her out of the mood and he wouldn't get what he wanted. "Stop thinking, pet."

Blanketing her body with his, Spike's fingers worked quickly on the buttons of Buffy's denim shorts and under her top to undo the front snap of her white, satin bra. Frustrated by her T-shirt, Spike slid his claws through the thin fabric, baring her entirely to his questing hands. The shorts were shoved down her thighs as far as they could be along with her soaking panties. He forced himself to be mindful of their public location, ignoring the urging of his daring mind to remove all barriers between himself and her skin. More stupid fledglings could show up or something worse and they would have to run. As much as he and Angel would love to see her running naked through Sunnydale, that wasn't a sight for anyone else to view. Undoing his jeans, Spike then pushed her forward so she was on her hands and knees in the soft grass.

His eyes darted between Buffy's semi-naked form and his sire who was watching them both with fire in his eyes as he approached slowly. Smirking, Spike ran one hand over Buffy's slit, coating his fingers in her delicious juices and making her squirm.

"Inside. I need you inside me," Buffy pleaded. Spike grinned and continued with his tormenting activities. After a few minutes of her whimpering, he traded his fingers for his cock, skimming it over her wet flesh and lightly bumping her clit when he neared the tender spot.

"Spiiike!" Buffy whined, desperately.

Although they were in a cemetery at night, it was Sunnydale and cemeteries were just about as popular as anywhere else, so he decided tormenting could wait until they got home. With one swift movement, led only by his sense of touch, Spike drove into her body and she yelped a grateful, "Yes!"

"Ah hell, luv. You're so tight." In response, Buffy clenched her muscles around him, making Spike growled and increased his grip on her hips. His demon released, Spike's claws bit into her soft flesh but neither of them was coherent enough to notice or care.

Panting, Buffy lifted her head and shook the hair from her face only to find Angel kneeling in front of her. He silently asked her a question with his eyes, and Buffy nodded, unable to speak. As Spike slid deeply into her slick passage in long, powerful thrusts, Buffy licked her lips and watched as Angel released his erection from his pants and stroked it gently in front of her. One hand guided his cock to her mouth while the other held the back of her head gently. Buffy took Angel into her mouth, moving her lips up and down at a pace equal to Spike's thrusts so she could saw back and forth between her lovers.

"Fuck, Buffy!" Angel shouted as Buffy's tongue swept hard across the bottom of his length, striking a nerve that had long since been denied that kind of touch. Head bowed down, Angel watched Buffy's head move, his mind swirling with mangled thoughts, confusion and pure bliss. What he had done to deserve this or any reward was beyond him, but he wasn't going to jinx the situation.

Spike's movements sped up and Buffy was unable to keep up with the speed. She moaned slightly in protest, but Spike was too close to his release and she had to fight for control of her own body so Spike's jerky movements didn't push her too far into Angel. Angel was somewhat aware of her dilemma and maneuvered his own simple thrusts in a way that kept Buffy from gagging.

Finally, with a quiet growl--so no unnecessary attention was drawn to them--Spike stabbed into her once more, filling her with his seed. His last movement bumped her in all the right places, sending her over the edge mere seconds after him. Her scream around Angel's cock and Spike pulling out of her did not disturb her focus on her task. As Buffy's fingers curled into the grass, she sucked as hard as ever on Angel's thick staff.

Buffy and Spike had managed to control their noise, but Angel was anything but concerned with how much attention he drew to them. His balls tightened and he howled up to the sky as his orgasm hit. Buffy swallowed his emissions until he was soft then released him and collapsed to the ground on her stomach.

The damp grass connected with her bare skin and she scowled and whimpered. "Cold, cold, cold."

Both vampires chuckled as they refastened their pants and hauled her up to her knees again. Angel scooted forward and helped replace the clothes of the worn-out Slayer, smiling at the look of satisfaction on her face. She had the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips, her eyes barely open and her whole body was covered in the most amazing pink glow. It was a glow that was both a result of her arousal and Spike's sloppy suction of her neck and shoulders.

Angel smiled and tried to picture Buffy's appearance after he and Spike had properly inspected her entire being with their mouths and hands.

"You've gotten very good at that," Angel said, kissing her lips. "I'm gonna to have to return the favor when we get back home."

When she was as covered as possible, they helped her up to her feet and Spike held her there in case her legs weren't ready for the responsibility of supporting the rest of her.

Looking down at her shirt which was dirty, torn, and hardly covering her, Buffy sighed. "Coat."

"What?" Spike asked.

Buffy held out a hand to stress her point. "Give me your coat unless you want me flashing all of Sunnydale..." Spike's eyes widened as realization struck and he quickly abandoned his jacket to wrap around Buffy's shoulders and cover her.

Sliding her arms into the jacket, Buffy buttoned it closed. Spike's thick duster wasn't exactly a popular fashion statement or a wise choice during Sunnydale's summer months, but it was better than getting arrested for indecent exposure. "You two are going to have to start buying me new clothes if you keep shredding what I already have."

"He shredded, I watched," Angel explained.

"Just as bad," Buffy said, smiling uncontrollably.

Angel smiled and brushed a hand against Buffy's cheek. "It'll be a small price to pay."

"You two haven't been shopping with me," Buffy giggled as her lovers each wrapped an arm around her waist and she did the same to them. "Come on, let's go home." Buffy leaned her head against Angel as they walked. "All those promises you made earlier are gonna keep you very busy."

* * *

"Home?" a voice in the distance asked in utter shock. The rest of the Scooby Gang looked to Xander with similar expressions: jaws slack, eyes wide, all disbelieving. They had heard a loud shout and came running to this side of the cemetery, but never in their wildest dreams had they imagined they'd see...

The initial reaction to race forward and help their friend was curved when they all saw Buffy wasn't struggling. She was looking at the vampires with longing in her eyes, arching into their hold on her.

"She couldn't possibly..." Willow finally managed to say. There had to be some good reason why Buffy would be with Angel *and* Spike in such a...compromising situation.

"I believe she has," Giles interrupted with extreme disappointment. He turned away and began walking in the opposite direction. Willow led Oz to follow after the Librarian, but Xander shrugged off Cordelia's attempts to do the same. Xander just stared in the direction Buffy had gone, his features expressing fury.

Ice Cream, You Scream

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.
Rating: NC17. M/F sex. B/A, B/S. Bondage, naughty use of ice cream.

Angel looked down at the cards splayed out on the coffee table and sighed. "You're cheating."

"Am not," Spike protested weakly, knowing there wasn't much of a chance that Angel would believe him. His Royal Flush easily overshadowed Angel's three of a kind, but the hands were not an impossible combination...

"Your hands may be fast, but they're not invisible," Angel explained, wondering why he'd agreed to play a game of cards with Spike in the first place. The blond always cheated. Thinking about it though only reminded him of the reason: Buffy wasn't home and he was desperate for something to do.

That "something" would have been Spike, except that Buffy had requested they wait until she got home, forcing the vampires to think of something non-sexual to occupy their time in her absence.

They really should have picked a different game.

Their senses picked up on the sound of footsteps that approached the house, then the sound of keys in the front lock and Buffy's unique scene entering the house, and both vampires smiled at each other.

"Hi honies, I'm home!" Buffy shouted from the foyer, slamming the door behind her. She kicked off her shoes then made her way to the living room where her lovers were waiting impatiently.

"Whatcha got there?" Spike asked over his shoulder with child-like interest, desperate for a distraction from defending his apparently not-so-subtle cheating efforts.

Buffy looked down at the bag in her arms as if she'd forgotten she was holding it. "Oh this! Well, I was out and about and I stumbled across this stuff. I think they call it... ice cream?"

The card game forgotten, Spike raised an eyebrow, Angel growled deeply and Buffy bolted up the stairs with a bag full of ice cream cartons.

A thunderous sound followed her up the stairs and into the master bedroom and she smiled and turned to face her lovers as they charged into the bedroom.

Completely naked.

Buffy's eyes widened in shock and appreciation. "I don't think you two have ever undressed that quickly."

"We were very motivated," Angel smirked at her.

"I think you two need to get your asses on the bed," Buffy suggested as she put the bag on the floor by the bed and casually dug through it for her first selection. She barely saw them move out of the corner of her eye, but the gentle rocking of the headboard against the wall and the soft rustling of the comforter and sheets were proof enough. With her back to them, Buffy reached for the shoulder ties of her sundress. Two quick tugs and the dress fluttered to the ground to surround her feet and bare her naked body.

Matching growls of desire sounded from behind her and Buffy smiled, pleased that she'd had the effect she expected.

Still smiling, she waltzed towards the bed with the chocolate ice cream in hand, digging the spoon she brought along into the rich substance. As she knelt at the foot of the bed, Buffy lifted the spoon to her mouth and sensuously licked the spoon clean.

Scooping another spoonful out of the carton, Buffy offered it to Angel. "Wanna taste?"

Unable to speak, Angel nodded and opened his mouth to accept the sweet offering, taking a particularly long time to release the spoon from between his lips. Buffy then repeated the process with Spike, noticing how he savored the flavor of chocolate as much as the erociticism of the action. She figured he'd enjoy this little game more than Angel, since despite his non-existent need for food; he enjoyed the taste of ice cream and chocolate immensely.

"So, since you two are such experienced lovers, any suggestions for what I should do with this delicious dessert?"

"Baby, you can do whatever the hell you want with it," Spike told her, his voice rough and hungry.

"I could, drizzle it over your bodies and then lick you clean..." Buffy purposely let a few drops fall onto Spike's chest, then swiped her tongue across his muscled body to clean away the ice cream.

She shifted closer to Angel and continued. "I could coat myself in it and make *you* two lick it off of me..."

"Or..." Buffy lifted one leg over Angel's chest and sat down on top of him, facing his bobbing cock. His eyes narrowed at the view of her lean back and delicious ass that just begged to be grabbed, or if she kept her games up too long, spanked. She took a large scoop of ice cream, sucked it into her mouth and then lowered her lips to engulf Angel's cock.

"FUCK!" Angel howled. He arched off the bed as her tongue swirled around him, spreading the ice-cold confection around his member. After a few teasing moments, Buffy pulled her lips back and swallowed the ice cream before glancing over her shoulder at her dark lover.

"Are you sure? There are still so many other options..."

"Buffy..." Angel warned, grabbing her hips to hold her still and support his warning.

Giggling, Buffy sucked another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth and took his cock completely back into her mouth. Angel howled in pleasure and reached for Buffy's legs. He lifted her lower body so she straddled his head and quickly went to work on returning the favor to her. He didn't need something like ice cream to drive her insane with the cold sensation of his mouth and Buffy was squealing in delight around his cock in a matter of seconds.

Scooping spoonfuls of Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream into his mouth, Spike watched, avidly entertained by his lovers' display. "This is better than watching TV," he commented between scoops.

"Keep talking and all you'll be doing is watching," Angel growled, not interested in Spike's commentary at the moment.

Annoyed that Angel had stopped licking long enough to speak, Buffy pulled back until just the sensitive tip of his cock was in her mouth, then sucked as hard as she could to get his attention.

"Oh hell, Buffy..." Angel managed to groan before eagerly pulling her hips down to his mouth again, determined to retaliate. Playfully, they both used their mouths as weapons in a battle to bring the other pleasure and make them come first. When Buffy scraped her teeth along Angel's length, Angel nipped at her clitoris. When Buffy took him to the back of her throat and swallowed hard around the head, Angel moaned in surprise, unintentionally returning the favor to Buffy with the vibrations from his mouth.

Together, the two drove each other to the edge of pleasure and neither relented until they were both the two cried out and came

Exhausted, Buffy toppled over to the side and stretched out on her back between her male lovers. Both watched her heaving chest rise and fall with each breath as she panted to regain her composure.

"Mmm, that was delicious."

"And it's about..." Spike began, hovering a spoonful of ice cream over Buffy's lower abdomen. Drops of the chocolaty substance dripped down, spilling into her belly button and trailing slowly towards the patch of curls between her legs. "...To get better." He sucked the spoon free of the excess as Buffy yelped and moaned at the sensations caused by the sugary concoction. Eagerly, Spike let his mouth follow each trail of ice cream, but he ignored the most important trail that moved between Buffy's legs.

Buffy lowered her hands to grab onto Spike's hair and direct the movement of his mouth to her clitoris, but he just chuckled at her eagerness and shook off her hands, moving his lips lower. Buffy growled at him and tried to grab for him again, but he batted her away.

"Do I need to tie your hands down?"

"Yes," Buffy gasped, as Spike's tongue danced on her inner thigh.

Although it was spoken quietly, Spike didn't miss her response and immediately pulled his mouth away from her. He glanced at Angel, who was equally as shocked by Buffy's comment.

"Hey don't stop!" Buffy shouted, once it registered that his mouth was no longer connected to her. She looked down at Spike and frowned at the intensity of his expression.

"Do you want to be tied up, Pet?"

The question made Buffy swallow as she realized her lovers had heard her quiet response. She hadn't meant to say that out loud...

"Umm..." Buffy looked from one lover to the other and sighed in resignation. She could see in their eyes how much the idea turned them on and knew that despite her reservations, it turned her on as well. Breathing deeply to control the tension and desire Spike had stirred within her, Buffy spoke quietly. "Well, the way you two talk about it, I... I'm curious."

"Is that a yes or a no?"

Buffy glared at Spike's persistence. "I don't suppose you're going to make me come first."

"Nah. I kinda like you all hot and bothered and wanting..." To emphasize that, Spike licked her inner thigh once, making her shiver.

Buffy nibbled on her lip nervously. "Yes. It's a yes."

As soon as the answer left her lips, Spike bounded off the bed and headed for the dresser. He didn't want to give her the opportunity to think too much about it or else he was sure she'd reconsider.

Buffy rose on her elbows to watch, her mind still whirling with the knowledge that she'd just agreed to be tied up and at the mercy of her lovers. Her *vampire* lovers. She knew they wouldn't hurt her, but it was still slightly frightening. Angel slid closer to her, wrapping an arm over her bare stomach and resting his chin on her shoulder. Buffy knew he wanted to ask her if she really wanted this, but he was biting his tongue. In response to his comforting gesture, Buffy reached out for and squeezed the hand that was resting on her stomach, reassuring him.

Seconds later, with two black scarves bunched in his hands, Spike crawled back onto the bed and up the length of Buffy's body, forcing her to lie back down to accommodate him as he straddled her stomach. Voluntarily, she raised her hands above her head, a final sign of her surrender, which made Spike grin in response.

As he finished tying the scarves around her wrists, Spike looked down into Buffy's eyes and saw excitement, desire and...fear. Startled a bit by the fear, he leaned down kissed her hard, hoping to drive away those unwanted emotions.

"We're not going to hurt you, sweets," Spike said reassuringly, cupping her face between his hands. "This is entirely about pleasure. And you can break through the scarves anytime. Okay?"

"Okay," Buffy said with a nod and a tiny smile.

With one more kiss to her lips, Spike moved to lay down at Buffy's side, trapping her between his body and Angel's. For a minute, they just watched her, raking their eyes blatantly over her bound nude form and delighting in the way she squirmed and twitched impatiently.

"Please tell me you're not just going to watch me..."

"On the contrary," Spike began as one of his hands lifted to her bound hands. While Buffy's attention was captured by his movement, she failed to notice Angel mimicking Spike. Together, their fingertips brushed ever so slightly over the skin of her arms, raising goosbumps and making Buffy shiver at the touch. As their hands reached her shoulders and neck, their mouths lowered to her breasts. Spike paused just before his lips could connect with her skin and grinned up at her. "You're going to watch us."

Buffy cried out helplessly as the combination of their hands touching her so softly and the suction of their lips on her breasts sent uncontrollable bursts of pleasure through her body. Spike nipped at her hardened nipple and Buffy's head flew back into the pillow, her eyes squeezing shut at the sensation.

"Don't close your eyes."

Buffy blinked up at Spike in confusion, his words taking a moment to penetrate her thoughts. "Watch everything we do," Spike continued, both to further the explanation and to make sure she understood him the first time. He and Angel returned to their exploration of her body and Spike continued to narrate. "Feel everything we do. You have to trust that we're not going to hurt you. Trust us."

Her lovers mirrored each other as they kissed and touched her sensitized skin. They both seemed to know exactly what the other was doing and it was driving her absolutely insane. She wanted nothing more than to dig her fingers into their supple hair to direct and encourage their efforts, but the scarves around her wrists quickly reminded her that touching them was not an option. She never knew how exhilarating it could be to give up control in such a simple way and experience such new pleasure as a result.

Watching their every move, like Spike had directed, Buffy began to whimper as they continued their oral attention down her tanned legs, both keeping a cruel distance from her needy center.

"Know that you're sacrificing your control to us. We're going to drive you completely mad with desire..." With a nip to her ankle and a devilish smirk, Spike finished his statement almost maliciously. "And there's nothing you can do about it." They all knew that was a lie, as one tug from Buffy's arms against the scarves or the slightest hint that Buffy wasn't enjoying what they were doing would end the game immediately, but the implication of her helplessness only heightened her arousal.

Both males rose high onto their knees at the foot of the bed, lifting and spreading her legs in the process. Buffy tried not to blush, but it was an inevitable response. Their strong hands were wrapped tightly around her ankles, their mouths sucked delicately and skillfully on her toes and their heated eyes traveled from her own to her completely exposed, dripping pussy. A rock would feel uncomfortable if her lovers looked at it the way they were looking at her.

Unable to take another second of the torment, Buffy begged them desperately to stop teasing. Almost as if he was just as desperate, Spike flung the leg he was holding out of his way, moved between her thighs and lifted her hips off the bed. With a grunt, Spike speared her body with his cock and Buffy screamed in pure pleasure.

Encouraged by her response, Spike helped her wrap her legs around him, then grabbed her ass and began to thrust into her with an almost animalistic intensity. Their eyes connected and Spike knew from her gaze that she was enjoying every second of this. She loved being made love to, but sometimes, she loved a good hard fuck so much more.

"You're so wet, luv," Spike said as he ground his pelvic bone into her, stimulating her clitoris with each pounding of his cock.

"Yes!" Buffy agreed with a gasp. She was so close to the edge, one syllable words were the extent of her vocabulary. He was fucking her so hard and her body was flooded with pleasure, her mind refusing to work.

It was heaven.

"More, please..." Buffy begged. "So close!" With one more powerful thrust from Spike that would surely result in delicious bruises on her thighs and pelvis later, Buffy was soaring into ecstasy. Spike's name flew from her mouth in a needy gasp and she bucked wildly on the bed.

The sight of her was more than enough for Spike and he finally let himself go, filling Buffy to the brim with his seed, grunting her name both in satisfaction of his own pleasure and encouragement for hers to continue. She was so absolutely beautiful when she came.

Drained, Spike's fell on top of Buffy, but he had enough sense to position himself so not to crush her. His cock remaining deep inside of her, held in place by Buffy's fluttering inner muscles and her legs that were cinched tightly around his hips.

"Mmmm, I had no idea bondage could be like that..."

"If we'd known you'd enjoy it this much, we would have tried it a long time ago."

Buffy smile at that, no longer frightened by the notion. "Now, can someone untie me?"

"Not yet," Angel spoke up before Spike could reach over and untie the scarves.

Buffy's eyes widened and she began to panic as Angel looked at her hungrily.

"Wha--?"

"Watching you two has made me hungry," he explained, reaching back over the edge of the bed for the ice cream. There was only one carton left, but as he looked at the label, he couldn't help but smile at the flavor.

"Oddly appropriate, I think," Angel mused, tossing the lid aside and fumbling around on the bed for the spoon that had been discarded.

"Karamel Sutra?" Spike wondered aloud once he caught sight of the carton's name.

Buffy smiled sheepishly. "It was hard to resist."

"Just like you," Angel whispered in a husky voice. Giving up on finding the spoon, he dipped two fingers into the ice cream and smeared it from her breastbone down to her belly button. Lowering his mouth, he began to clean up the mess he made on her flawless skin. Once he was finished with that, Angel dug his fingers back into the ice cream and brought them to her still-wet cleft, then carefully wormed his ice cream-slick fingers into her. She arched off the bed as the cold substance melted against her scalding heat and Angel licked his fingers clean, admiring the sight before him. Still bound to the bed, her hair was a mess from her desperate thrashing and her skin flushed from pleasure.

"Oh god..." Buffy groaned, unable to keep from squirming under his powerful gaze and the strange sensation of ice cream melting between her legs.

Moving almost too fast for her eyes, Angel slithered down the bed and settled between Buffy's legs. Holding her legs open and firmly against the bed, his tongue snaked out to find any traces of ice cream. His tongue stabbed into her core, seeking the ice cream he'd put there while his fingers spread her for his mouth and his nose brushed against her clitoris.

It didn't take long before Buffy was crying Angel's name and arching almost completely off the bed as her orgasm consumed her.

* * * * *

As the sun fell to the horizon and Buffy was finally untied from the bed, the three lovers collapsed together against the soft pillows and sheets, completely exhausted. The only movement amongst them was Spike as he delicately rained kisses over every centimeter of Buffy's wrists. They were only slightly pinkened from friction against the scarves, but Spike insisted on pampering her Buffy was enjoying the sensation of Spike's lips on her skin far too much to protest.

"Remind me to bring home ice cream again," Buffy said with a yawn.

Spike and Angel chuckled softly and snuggled closer to her on the bed.

"Sleep, my love. You have a busy day tomorrow." Without another word, Buffy took Angel's advice and let her body finally drift to sleep.

Delicious Surprise

"Spike?"

"Yes, luv?"

Buffy smiled as sweetly as she could. "Stop teasing me, damn it!"

"I'm just getting started."

Momentarily frightened and even more aroused by the idea of several more hours like this, she turned blazing eyes on him and shouted, "You've been 'just getting started' for over an hour!"

Spike leered at her and returned to his task of driving her completely insane. His lips caressed the skin on the inside of her thigh, nipping gently with his teeth then laving the mark with his oh-so-talented tongue. Buffy squealed and her legs kicked, but Spike held her down. Delicately, Spike moved his tongue closer to her center. Languidly, he licked along the full length one of her nether lips, then repeated the action on the other.

Buffy howled in frustration, silently cursing herself for encouraging the blond vampire.

An hour before, Angel announced that he had a few things to take care of and left before the sun rose. He refused to say where he was going or what he was doing, just that he'd be back. Despite his sun-proofed car, the enclosed garage, and Angel's trustworthiness, Buffy had been worried and in need of a distraction. Spike had been more than willing to help her out and eagerly accepted the challenge of getting her mind off Angel.

She really should have known better than to challenge him...

* * * * *

Drapes firmly closed, Spike shoved the coffee table across the room so the area in front of the fireplace was free. Then he surprised her with a kiss, literally lifting her off her feet. Fun plans in mind, Spike lowered her to the floor again and pulled away from her tempting lips. Buffy whined slightly at the loss of contact, but when she felt his hands on her hips, slowly pushing her shirt up and out of the way, all protests left her mind. He worked slowly--like he usually did--undressing her bit by bit until she was standing naked before him, shivering and stretching her fingers reflexively to keep them at her sides.

He couldn't hold back the grin that surfaced as he realized she was trying not to cover herself up. She was still so young, so innocent, in spite of everything she'd already done with them. Spike reminded himself of the mission and stepped forward to wrap her in his arms again. Buffy arched against him, throwing her head back and offering her throat for his attention. He obliged and attached his mouth to the long, flawless column of flesh. He laved her tender skin up to one of her most sensitive spots right behind her ear. Just as she began to moan, encouraging him with her sounds of enjoyment, he pulled away.

"Lie down," Spike directed, whispering the words right into her ear.

Buffy raised an eyebrow at his request, but complied and laid flat on the soft carpet, her arms and legs spread slightly. Gently, Spike used his bare feet to open her legs further then dropped swiftly to his knees between them. Buffy watched him with excitement and a tiny bit of nervousness in her eyes. This was the first time she'd ever been alone with Spike. It wasn't that feared him or his actions, it was just that she had no idea what his behaviors or capabilities were when Angel wasn't around. Angel always seemed to have control over Spike and Buffy had always wondered how much that control inhibited her blond lover.

He knelt there for what seemed like forever, examining her body while brushing his fingertips slowly up and down over the tops of her smooth thighs.

"Spike, please," Buffy gasped. The way he was devouring her with his eyes, watching a blush spread over her entire body was making her so hot, but she didn't know how much of it she could stand.

He dropped forward so his weight was propped up on his hands as he bent to kiss her softly. As Spike pulled away, there was a sadistic look in his eyes. Buffy yelped as he moved at a speed too fast for her to see and was suddenly on his stomach between her legs, his tongue teasing her entrance. Although the sound of her begging was one of the finest sounds he ever heard, Spike didn't cave in and give her what she wanted. She asked for a distraction and he planned on distracting her until she couldn't see straight.

* * * * *

That had been an hour ago. Now, Spike was perfectly happy to spend the rest of the day with his head between her legs and his plans didn't seem to involve a release of any sort for her. Occasionally, he'd dip fingers or his tongue into her entrance, move in just the right way, but it was never enough. He'd even ventured to slip a finger drenched in her secretions into her ass, making Buffy squeal and plead with him. Still, she remained on the very edge of orgasm, at the mercy of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

"Please, please, please!" Buffy sobbed, then yelped as Spike touched her clit with the tip of his tongue for one brief moment. "If I let you bite me, will you hurry it up?" There was only so much a girl could take before going completely insane!

Golden eyes flashed up at Buffy, a serious expression coming over Spike's face. "Not if you don't want me to, pet."

Buffy pushed herself up onto her elbows, trying to deal with her uneven breathing and Spike's consideration. She had expected him to jump at the opportunity and never give her a chance to change her mind. Then again, ever since their relationship had begun, he rarely did what she expected. "I trust that you can control yourself, but if you don't? I'll rip your head off. Both of them."

Spike chuckled. "That won't be necessary," he answered, placing one hand between her breasts and shoving her back down to the rug.

Wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking hard, the scream of delight he had been working towards for the past hour finally escaped her. Grinning, he licked at her secretions as they poured from her core. Buffy calmed and Spike slowly kissed a line to the inside of her thigh again as his face was distorted by his demon. Buffy's hands tightened in the rug while she felt Spike's mouth suck on a particularly sensitive part of her body. With both hands keeping Buffy's torso and legs still, Spike carefully pierced her skin with his fangs.

Her ambrosia-like blood filled his mouth and every taste of blood he'd ever had, short of Angelus's own, failed to come anywhere near the sweet flavor of Buffy's. He only took a few sips, not wanting to hurt or weaken her in any way, then pulled back. He lapped at her skin for a few minutes afterwards, savoring every last drop.

Distracted by her sweet life's blood, Spike was oblivious to Buffy's uncontrollable reaction. As his fangs had sunken into her, Buffy's body had been overcome with pleasure, and she screamed again. Convulsions shook through her weak limbs, her chest heaved as breaths were forced from her when her second orgasm hit. "Wow..." Buffy gasped as her body recovered.

Spike slithered up her body and claimed her slack lips. "Oh pet..." Buffy tried to raise a hand to touch him, but her strength was gone and the limb flopped lifelessly to the floor. Spike peppered kisses to her face and neck, grinning uncontrollably.

"Is that normal?"

"What?"

Buffy sighed and opened her eyes to look at Spike. "That I came from your bite? Is that normal?"

Spike tilted his head to the side in confusion and frowned. He knew a female vampire could easily orgasm from a bite, but a human? "Guess you're special."

She had no strength to question him, so Buffy held Spike close to her, then the surrounding room drew her attention. They were on the floor of the living room.

"We should probably move, An--" Realization dawned on Buffy as she remembered her other lover, who could be home any minute. "Oh god, Angel... He's going to be so mad!" She started to squirm under Spike in attempts to push him away.

Spike chuckled at her sudden fear. "Shhh, pet. He won't be mad. Maybe a bit hurt he wasn't first, but he'll get over it. I didn't bite your neck, saved that for him."

Offended, Buffy whacked his chest with the back of her hand. "Oh thanks, now I'm a piece of meat for you two to feed on!"

Spike sighed. "That's not what I meant, it's his right as sire. The neck is a sacred place for a vampire to bite. Traditional and all that rot." Pushing himself off of her, Spike stood in all his naked glory, looming over her. Buffy had to scold her body for its sudden arousal. He offered both hands to her and she allowed him to pull her to her feet.

Holding her body against his own, Spike ignored their clothes and started to lead the way towards the kitchen. "Come on. You should eat something, replenish yourself."

Buffy looked perplexed. "Why? You didn't take that much."

"No, but he will." Spike didn't bother to respond to the look of fear that crossed her face, knowing that they both knew she had nothing to fear.

* * * * *

Buffy sighed as she washed the shampoo from her hair, enjoying the sensation of hot water beating down on her head and back, soothing her muscles. After Spike had led her to the kitchen to eat a healthy array of food, Buffy finally decided to address the issue of her nudity and the fact that she was incredibly sweaty and sticky. Much to Spike's dismay, she went to take a shower...alone.

Suddenly, the shower door was pulled open, freezing cold air gusting into the small, steamy confined space. Buffy gasped and turned around, not surprised to Angel standing the doorway, very naked. She felt self-conscious for some reason and wiped at the streams of water sliding down her face. She had no reason to be, but there was just something about the way he approached her that made those little butterflies start fluttering inside her stomach.

Maybe it was that unique look that radiated from his eyes. That one made her melt into a puddle on the floor.

"Hi," she said meekly.

Angel smiled and drew her into his cool embrace. A few hours away was too long to be away from her or Spike. Okay, maybe just her. "Hi," he responded.

As their bodies became flush against each other, Buffy shivered. "Cold."

"It'll warm up." Angel looked at her with the expression of a predator as he grabbed her arms and pushed her back against a tile wall. Buffy wasn't sure if the chill circulating through her system was a result of the tile, Angel's forceful behavior, or her unending desire for both vampires. Using both hands to keep her firmly against the tile, Angel slid slowly to the tile floor, kissing a wavy pathway on her body as he went. "I missed you," he announced between kisses.

Buffy gasped slightly in pain after his hands slipped past her hips and over her thighs where Angel's thumbs swept inward. "Uh..." She had completely forgotten about Spike's bite and never even thought to consider how she'd explain it to Angel that she let Spike bite her first. "Angel, I can--"

She looked down to see his big, brown eyes staring right back at her, reflecting confusion. "You let him bite you?"

Buffy snaked a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him up to his full height. "It wasn't planned. He had been teasing me and I wanted him to stop, so I offered..." She saw the hurt on his face and didn't know what to say to make it go away. It was never her intention to hurt Angel, especially with something like this.

"I want you... to bite me too." The words just came out, all she could think of. She regretted the way it sounded the second she spoke and winced visibly, not sure how to take it back.

"Are you just saying that?"

"No! I let Spike bite me because I trust him," Buffy said, almost on the verge of tears. She wasn't supposed to hurt them, not like this. "I trust both of you now. If you had both been there I would have let you both bite me then. I promise I didn't mean anything by it." Her voice became more desperate with each phrase she spoke, wanting nothing more than to make this whole situation okay.

"I shouldn't..." Angel brushed a hand through her hair, calming her and smoothing the wet locks off her face. He tried to reassure her that he wasn't angry with her, but there weren't words that seemed appropriate.

"Yes, you should," Buffy persisted.

"How much did he take?"

"Not much...and I ate afterwards. Spike insisted." Buffy forced a smile as she was still caught between so many emotions. Spike had talked to her a bit while she had been eating, but he didn't say it was going to be so difficult.

Angel looked shocked. "He knew."

Buffy nodded. "Angel, he only bit my thigh. Right here," she said as she grabbed his hand and placed it against her neck. "For you."

Angel growled deep in his throat, still a bit bothered that Spike had tasted her first, but unable to deny her or himself. Especially after discovering all Spike had done to prepare her for him.

She wanted this. She trusted him.

Spike tasted her *first*.

His demon raged against the confines of the soul, demanding that action be taken. With his powerful hands, Angel lifted her up and slammed her back against the tile. Buffy cried out in pain, but Angel paid no attention to it. He concentrated on moving her legs around his waste and her arms around his neck.

The initial pain felt when Angel pushed her against the tile was fading quickly and as Angel slid his thick cock into her, Buffy had far more important things to be concerned with.

His hands and weight kept her pinned against the wall as he pulled back and slammed fiercely into her. Buffy cried out again, but this time in ecstasy. With every move of his pelvis against hers, Buffy's back was pressed hard into the cold, white tile, making her arms and legs strain and her body throb with intense arousal. Angel grunted and rubbed his hands up and down Buffy's sides as he raised his head to look her directly in the eye.

The kiss that he captured her lips in surprised her and just about literally sucked the breath out of her. Angel continued the ferocious attack on her mouth until Buffy moaned in protest and he pulled back so she could breathe.

"Bite me, Angel," Buffy pleaded, her hand trying to drag his head down to her neck. Without further encouragement, his fangs descended and he struck at her neck.

Every muscle in Buffy's body flexed as Angel marked her. It only took a matter of seconds before her orgasm hit and she screamed his name.

He continued to pound into her until he joined her on her flight over the edge and filled her with his seed. Angel softened and slipped from her body making Buffy moan and cling to him as her legs fell to the tile floor. His weight was held up by one arm against a wall and Angel used the other to keep Buffy on her feet with him.

"Don't look at me like that," Buffy snapped.

Angel scowled at her. "Like what?"

"Like you're consumed with guilt and about to apologize. You don't say your sorry for something like *that*." Angel opened his mouth to speak again, but Buffy interrupted, not willing to let him ruin the moment. "In case you weren't listening, I liked that...very much."

Happiness washed over him as he leaned forward to touch their foreheads together.

Buffy moved her arms around his waist. "I know I was reluctant at first, I was scared. But, I'm dealing just fine. Don't hide what you are from me. You don't scare me, I know you can't hurt me intentionally."

"How do you know that?" Angel asked defiantly.

"Because if you did, I'd kick your ass and spend the rest of eternity with Spike," Buffy responded honestly, a touch of malice in her tone. Angel growled deeply and pushed her back against the tile. She showed no sign that his possessive nature frightened her, looking at him with complete seriousness. "That's how I know."

* * * * *

Angel stroked Buffy's hands with his own, their fingers loosely entwined on Spike's back. Her chest rose ever so slightly with every even breath she took. Buffy was sound asleep on her back between Angel's spread legs, her own legs open to accommodate Spike. The younger vampire rested with his head buried between her breasts, hands resting on Angel's thighs. Although they each had a very busy day, it wasn't enough to keep them apart when the night drew near.

Her lovers had made sweet, tender love to her for hours. All teasing and roughness was forgotten in favor of thanking her for everything she'd given them that one day. Thanking her for her trust, for her life...for her. Buffy hadn't completely understood the need for that, but wisely, she hadn't said anything about it.

"She's exhausted," Angel said softly to the younger vampire that he knew wasn't sleeping.

Spike smiled tiredly. "Four hours with me will do that to her."

Angel cleared his throat and glared at the platinum blond head.

Spike sighed and ran his fingers up his sire's ribs. "Yeah, yeah, and you."

His muscles twitched, but Angel showed no other indications of how much the small movement affected him. Part of that had to do with Buffy, who was blocking his growing erection from view. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Can't," Spike explained. "Not with her taste still fresh in my mouth. So bloody marvelous."

"I can't believe you--"

Spike interrupted before a fight broke out between them and Buffy woke up. "I left the best part for you, mate. 'Sides, you weren't around and I sure as hell wasn't going to turn down *that* offer..."

A moment of silence passed, before Angel spoke again. "I didn't think anything could taste that sweet," he said, accepting the reality that he couldn't be mad at Spike. After tasting Buffy himself, he couldn't.

"Hey, no talking about me like I'm a buffet," Buffy mumbled, sleepily.

"We were being nice," Spike offered in their defense. He turned his head slightly to kiss a spot on her chest before he returned to his original position.

Buffy's skin tingled from his kiss, but it wasn't enough to let them off the hook. "Don't care. You ever want it to happen again, I'm not food to you."

"Awww, pet," Spike began shifting his body and using the bed to push his weight off her. "But you taste so good. Every last part of you." To emphasize his point, Spike began to place light kisses on her breasts, stopping briefly to suckle at her nipples. Buffy gasped and tried to move her hands to Spike's head, but Angel held them firmly on the bed on either side of their bodies.

Instead, she squirmed, moving against both men in retaliation. Her legs moved to circle loosely around Spike as he kissed the soft flesh between her breasts. She circulated her hips to rub her ass against Angel's cock, and her pelvis against Spike's.

Arching into Spike's mouth, Buffy moaned, "Mmm...lower." Spike smiled against her and began a slow, torturous path down her body.

"Here?" He asked in teasing, dipping his tongue into her belly button.

"Lower."

Bypassing the area he knew she was directing him to, Spike kissed past her lower stomach, hip bone and finally down to the top of her thigh.

"SPIKE!" Buffy shrieked, her eyes flying open to give him a deadly look.

He paused and returned the look with the most innocent expression he had. "You said lower."

Rapidly, Angel's hands left Buffy's and reached down to grab Spike by the hair and he shoved the face of the younger vampire between Buffy's legs. "She wants your mouth...here."

"She should have said so," Spike explained before descending his lips to Buffy's clit. The shock of the contact sent Buffy's free hands flying up to grasp at Angel's shoulders.

Angel's hands touched Buffy's stomach and he leaned his mouth down to her ear. "Isn't that what you want, Buffy?"

"God, yes!" Her body was torn between pain and pleasure but pleasure was winning out quickly. She was sore from all the day's previous activities, but not *that* sore. She yelled out again as Angel's hands enclosed on her breasts and he squeezed the tender flesh firmly. "Oh please, don't stop!"

Angel chuckled. "Don't stop what, baby? You have to tell him what you want or Spike won't know what to do." Spike growled at Angel, but didn't bother to raise his head from Buffy causing new and interesting vibrations to shoot through her body from the mouth surrounding her clitoris.

"That! Don't stop doing that! Suck my clit," Buffy said desperately.

As Spike's mouth built her towards orgasm, Buffy used her hold on Angel's shoulders to grind against Angel's cock and Spike's mouth simultaneously. Angel growled and tightened his hold on her breasts, sliding his fingers up to the peaks to capture her tight nipples between his fingers.

"So good. So, so, good," Buffy crooned.

One arm draped over her stomach to keep her from bucking and Spike lowered his other hand to the spot between her legs where his mouth was. Three fingers entered her slick passage and pumped into her willing body. A shriek erupted from her as a result of the invasion and she slammed her hips up to maximize the contact with Spike's mouth and fingers.

With blunt teeth and an unnatural sense of gentleness, Spike bit down on her clit and Buffy's whole body tensed as she came.

Spike looked up watch Buffy's reaction but his sire's face drew his attention away from her. All of Buffy's squirming clearly had him plenty worked up, but she had come and fallen still before he had a chance to find release. Angel's jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed to slits as he tried to demonstrate his control. Her body was slick with sweat other substances, Spike pushed Buffy to the bed beside Angel. Spike was pulled both by a physical and invisible force to Angel's mouth. As his hands grabbed the headboard for support, his lower body took over for Buffy, rubbing his own hard cock against the needy flesh of his sire. Angel half-moaned, half-whimpered into the kiss as he clutched at Spike's arms and bounced his hips to counter Spike's movements.

"You want something, Angel?" Spike asked cheekily as he pulled away from the elder man. He knew Angel had only been trying to tease Buffy earlier when implying Spike needed instructions, but that didn't mean he couldn't have any fun.

"You want to die, boy?" Angel asked, his voice low and hoarse with need but threatening.

Spike's smirk faded a bit, but didn't disappear completely. Reclaiming Angel's lips, he ground his hips forward, stimulating both of their cocks. Long minutes passed before Angel's orgasm hit and he shot his dead seed onto both of their bodies as a result of the contact with his childe. Spike started to pull away from Angel but stopped and looked at Angel in surprise when a hand enclosed around his aching staff and began to pump him. Angel's free hand wrapped around the back of Spike's head, gripping the short hairs as he drew Spike forward to his neck. Both males let their demons come forth as they buried their mouths in each other's neck, fangs digging deep into soft flesh.

The taste of his sire's blood combined with the remaining flavor of Buffy's was more than Spike could handle and his orgasm was immediate. Angel withdrew from Spike's neck quickly after feeling Spike's emissions on his stomach, but the younger male was far too lost in ecstasy to realize he was still drinking heavily from his sire. The grip in his hair tightened and Angel growled Spike's name, forcing him to stop drinking. Spike licked at the wound he'd created and then leaned his forehead against Angel's shoulder.

Ignoring their sticky skin, Angel effortlessly moved Spike to one side of his body and drew Buffy's sleeping form against his other before joining them both in sleep.

Begging

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.
Rating: NC17. M/M/F Sex, blood play, kind sexual torment. B/A/S.

The sun rose as morning arrived but the three lovers hidden in the dark security of their bedroom were oblivious to that fact. Exhausted from earlier activities, the two vampires and a slayer slept peacefully in each other's arms. Spike rested on his back with one arm reaching across his body to hold Buffy as she curled against him. Behind her, Angel spooned against Buffy's form, one arm cushioning her head while the other covered her hip. Their legs were intertwined in an intricate pattern that one might think only a Twister game could result in.

Buffy stirred a bit and snuggled even closer to Spike, unconsciously rubbing her knee against his flaccid cock. Spike groaned in his sleep and woke Angel from the sleep he so desperately needed. A quick glance at the clock reminded him that Buffy had made plans with her friends for the afternoon and would have to leave them in a few hours.

"Buffy," he whispered into her ear. "Time to wake up."

"No. I don't wanna. Like it right here," she mumbled sleepily.

"Come on, Buffy..." Angel ignored his desire to keep her in their bed for the rest of the day. He knew she'd only be angry when she fully woke and missed her friends.

"You two are no fun," she growled, still not opening her eyes.

Spike and Angel looked at each other from either side of Buffy and grinned sadistically at the challenge she unknowingly issued. With a gentle hand, Angel lifted one of Buffy's legs until it wrapped completely around Spike's waist, opening her for his talented fingers. With a feather-light touch, Angel's fingers danced over her labia until she squirmed and whimpered.

Buffy's neck arched and she tried to maneuver her body against Angel's hand. "Oh, yes! More..."

"More what?" Angel asked, nibbling on her shoulder. His fingers dipped into her slick channel, finding her sopping with desire for them.

"Fuck me," she demanded, her eyes still closed, but her body fully awake.

"Now, why would we do that? That would be fun." Angel's voice cracked with his slight laughter. Eventually she would learn that neither one of them could refuse a challenge, but he hoped that time didn't come very soon. It was far too much fun teasing her like this every time that she gave them a reason to.

Before Buffy could utter a response, Angel's hands left her and she cried out. She looked over her shoulder at Angel and attempted a growl at the amused expression on his face. She was tired and aroused and her lovers were *teasing* her!

"Ugh! Forget you, I have hands..." Buffy started to reach beneath the sheets only to have Angel grab both of her hands and hold them tightly in one of his against the pillow by her head.

Pushing his hard body against her back, Angel's eyes darkened as he leaned forward. "Nuh-uh, you insult us, you beg for it." Buffy let out a gasp of air as she felt Angel's erection press into her ass, the cold of his body cooling her heated skin.

"You're going to pay for this," Buffy hissed, desperately trying to get friction from Spike's leg but Angel's conspirator was keeping her hips reasonably still. "Both of you!"

"That didn't sound like begging," Spike said, tightening his grip on her hip as she struggled.

Angel licked the crease of her ear and brought a hand up along her stomach and up to the spot between her breasts. "We can stay here all day, Buffy."

Sharply turning her head, Buffy gave Angel an angry glare, which was masked by the hunger in her eyes. "No, *we* can't. I have to meet my friends." She tried to move against their grip on her, but it was a waste of her time. She wasn't stronger than the two of them together when she was at her best; in her current state, she was completely helpless.

Ignoring her unstoppable ability to tempt him, Angel didn't allow her effect on him to show in the expression on his face as he glanced down at her. "I'm sure they'll accept whatever excuse you come up with."

Buffy's anger faded away into fear. "You wouldn't..." It was one thing to tease her, it was another to keep her from her friends. She really wasn't prepared to tell them the truth about Angel and Spike and even if they already did know that much, the truth about her current situation probably wouldn't be the best excuse for missing their date.

"We would," Spike responded for his sire.

Angel cupped one of her breasts with his hand, purposely avoiding contact with the nipple. "You can't deny us, my love. Just looking at us makes you wet." Buffy arched into his hold and Angel ran his rough fingers over one of her sensitive peaks, but refused to give her anything more.

"All right!" Buffy finally gave up, ending her struggle and protests. It was fun while it lasted, but Angel's simple and gentle touch had aroused her so much. He was right, one look and she was dripping with lust for the vampires. Buffy assumed that the magic used on the three of them had something to do with that, but her lovers always saw that she was more than satisfied and she didn't have a reason to complain. "I'm sorry. You both know I didn't mean it. You two are the most fun vampires in the entire universe. Please, please fuck me? I want you both, buried inside me, forever and ever," Buffy practically snarled the last sentence, her control nearing its breaking point.

Spike knew better than to expect sincere begging from her in the state she was in. She was so turned on that a normal human could sense her arousal from a mile away. He was amazed that she could still be so hot for them after their activities of the past twenty-four hours. The morning before, she had come home to them with a bag full of ice cream. With that cute little coy grin that was uniquely hers, Buffy had them scrambling up the stairs behind her as she made her way to the bedroom they all shared.

The next thing they all knew, it was night, there were empty cartons of ice cream all over the floor, and they were all too weak to move.

"Much better," Spike said with a grin and a kiss to Buffy's nose.

"Egotistical bastards," Buffy grumbled. Any future complaints were cut short as Spike plunged his cock deep into her body. A sharp cry escaped Buffy's mouth and her head leaned back on Angel.

"You love us, anyway," Angel added, playfully biting at her shoulder with blunt teeth.

"Yeah, so--ohh god," Buffy moaned as Spike pulled back and slammed back into her, jolting her body against the bed and Angel's body behind her. The hard cock behind her rubbed against the curve of her ass and Buffy couldn't contain another moan. "Are you just gonna lay back there?" Buffy said, craning her neck to look at her dark lover. The grin and arched eyebrow that she saw sent chills down her spine.

Angel released his strong hold on Buffy's wrists, whispering a command huskily into her ear. "Don't move." Her stomach quivered as she recognized the promise in his eyes. Angel's body rolled away from her completely causing Buffy to whimper. In response, Spike sped up his thrusts and Buffy returned her concentration to her blond lover. She became mesmerized by Spike's face, his eyes keeping her captive and forcing all coherent thoughts from her mind.

"Spike..." Buffy panted. She was consumed by the sensations of his cock slamming into her rhythmically and the heat that swallowed her as a result of his intense gaze. There was something about his eyes that she'd never noticed in another man, not even Angel. He could do so much to her with just a look.

Buffy let out a shriek as two lubricated fingers entered her back passage. Angel's fingers pumped in time with Spike's thrusts, driving Buffy nearly out of her mind. Confident that he wouldn't hurt her too much, Angel reached his free hand around to Spike to brush against the younger man's forehead and get his attention. Spike slowed his pace, but didn't stop as he held Buffy's leg tighter around his waist. Angel entered Buffy carefully until he was completely within her, feeling the gentle stroking of Spike's cock through a thin membrane of skin.

Buffy let out a loud gasp then leaned forward to claim Spike's lips in a brief, but searing kiss. Her body protested to having both of them inside of her after the previous night's activities, but just one kiss from Spike took her mind off the discomfort and pain. More than anything else, she felt complete and a part of her really wanted to stay connected to her lovers forever. Angel started to move and Buffy dug her fingernails into Spike's shoulders.

"Fuck...more, more, more, more, more," Buffy chanted continuously. Spike and Angel complied with her request and sped up their alternating thrusts. Buffy only continued to beg them for more, no longer concerned with pride. No matter how tired or sore she was, she couldn't help but want more.

Buffy felt them both nearing release and knew there was only one way to make this even more amazing. Stretching her neck to one side, Buffy offered her throat to Angel behind her as she reached one arm out to Spike, presenting her wrist to him.

Demons released, both vampires struck with an unusual gentleness as they both managed to control their primal instincts. With the memory of Buffy's blood permanent in their memories, there wasn't very little that could stop them from accepting her offer. Aware that she was going out with friends later, Angel decided to bite into her shoulder instead of renewing the healed bite on her neck. Buffy screamed loudly as their teeth pierced her flesh and she was sent flying over the peek into an orgasm that rivaled every one she'd experienced so far. As she became lost in the sensations assaulting her body, Spike and Angel came almost simultaneously, neither able to remain in control as her muscles squeezed them.

Although weak themselves, the males called upon enough energy to pull completely out of their lover and curl around her exhausted body. They had only taken a few sips of her blood, never wanting to give her a reason to stop them from biting her. The power of her blood made one little taste incredibly satisfying. Buffy gently stroked the ridges on Spike's face with one hand and reached behind her for Angel. He surprised her as he snatched her questing hand and put it back in front of her.

"You moved," Angel hissed into her ear. Buffy shivered.

* * *

Buffy shoved at the clothes in the closet of her room, making frustrated noises, as nothing seemed to be right. Although she spent most of her time in Angel's bedroom which had the largest bed and usually, both of her lovers in it, she also had her own room. With all of her clothes and a private bathroom, it was the perfect sanctuary for when she needed peace. Except, Spike seemed to think that her room was also his room and the little time she spent there was usually with him.

"I can't wear any of this. I'm going to have to go home before I meet with Willow and Xander." She'd been through her closet three times already and the skimpy black bra and matching thong she was wearing hardly qualified as appropriate for a public appearance.

"All those clothes and you can't find anything?"

"No," Buffy pouted. She carelessly tossed a bundle of clothes over her shoulder, aiming blindly for the bed.

"Ow," Spike cried out.

Buffy just rolled her eyes and continued to search through her clothes. "Well, if you weren't back there staring at my ass, I wouldn't be hitting you."

"The least you could do is take the fucking hangers out first," he reasoned, rubbing his forehead. The tiny strips of lace she was wearing as undergarments just required the undivided attention of his eyes. She couldn't honestly expect him to behave himself when she was wearing that.

Buffy let out another cry of frustration and Spike sighed. "Pet, you have so many clothes here. Your friends are not going to care what you wear."

"Fine, I'll go nude," Buffy huffed.

"The hell you will."

She spun on him, charging towards the blond vampire. "You're not helping!"

"All right, stop your bloody screaming!" Spike said as he stood and tugged Buffy into his arms. His caress was soothing to her, but her emotions were so high, the change was hardly noticeable. "Where are you going with your buds?"

"Out to lunch before we meet at the library," Buffy pouted.

Walking her back over to the closet, Spike grabbed a top and held it up for her. "How about this?"

"If I wear that, I might as well just wear a big sign that say, 'Look, a vampire bit me! Oh, and by the way, I'm screwing Spike and Angel.'"

Spike scowled at her. He knew her true feelings about their relationship were more than just screwing, but he didn't like the tone she used. "You can't hide us forever. They do know we exist."

"Yes, but they don't--they don't know everything. They don't know a lot of things," Buffy added quietly with a guilty expression. Returning to the clothes that still remained in the closet, Buffy yanked down another top and held it up for Spike to see. "What do you think of this one?"

"You didn't tell them about Angel," Spike suddenly realized. He didn't even hear her last question as his mind processed the new information. He could understand her not telling her friends about him right away and especially the fact that she was shagging two vampires together, but he never imagined that she would have difficulty telling her friends that she was on good terms with his sire again.

Buffy looked hurt for a moment and her arms dropped with the shirt as the truth of Spike's statement hit her hard. "No, I couldn't. They don't see him like I do. They know he's back but they think I'm staying away. He hurt them all and they don't want to forgive him, soul or not." Sadness swept over her and she started to cry.

"Oh, pet..." Spike said as he brought her into another hug and kissed away the tears that fell from her eyes. "Shhh, we'll make it work."

"Spike? Buffy?" Angel called from downstairs. "Food's here!"

Buffy sniffed and pulled back from Spike, rubbing away stray tears from her eyes. "We'll be right down!" she shouted through the open door. She only hoped her voice didn't really sound as strained as it seemed to.

Turning back to Spike, Buffy pleaded with her eyes. "Don't tell him. Please."

Spike stared at her, concerned and took a moment to consider the consequences, but he nodded reluctantly. "I won't. But this can't--"

"I know," she responded quickly. Spike grabbed her robe from the back of the door and helped her put it on before pushing her gently out of the room.

Buffy ducked her head as she descended the stairs with Spike following her, only one step behind. Angel was waiting at the end of the stairs and noticed her slightly red, puffy eyes, and smelled her tears still fresh in the air.

He reached for her, but she avoided his grasp. "Buffy, are you okay?"

Buffy plastered her best smile on as she looked up at his face. "I'm fine."

Just from her eyes, he knew she wasn't being honest with him, but Spike shook his head from behind her and Angel didn't press the issue.

"What'd we get?" Buffy asked curiously as she perused through the various paper bags on the kitchen table.

"Willy delivered everything you said you wanted," Angel said as he put the containers of blood away in the refrigerator. Spike took a seat at the table, tipping one of the bags to see inside.

Buffy looked down into one of the bags with an expression of shock. "Impossible. He couldn't fit hot vampires into these bags."

Angel moved behind her and swept the hair off of her shoulders. "You better be talking about us."

"Might be."

Angel spun her in his arms so she faced him and ran a hand down the silk of her robe to rest on the small of her back. One hand reached around to the tie holding the robe closed and undid it. The fabric fell away from her, exposing the small pieces of sheer lace covering her breasts and sex. Groaning in appreciation, he tugged her barely covered body against his hard one and gazed down at her smiling face. "Don't tell me I'm going to have to persuade you..."

"After what you put me through this morning? You bet."

Angel laughed before swooping down to kiss her fiercely. His hands grabbed her upper arms and forced her to take a couple of steps backwards until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the kitchen table. His body flattened against hers and they both moaned.

"Mmm..." Buffy's eyes shut as she fell victim to the sensations caused by Angel's closeness. "We can't. I have to leave..."

A pitiful, childlike expression came over Angel as he whined, "Do you really have to?"

Buffy smiled at the sound of his voice, always enjoying the reassurance that she was wanted so much. "I really do." Buffy slid out from between Angel and the table and skipped upstairs to select something to wear. Her playful exchange with Angel had put her in a much better mood. Angel nearly fell forward into the table as she left him and Spike choked back a chuckle.

"Smooth, mate."

Angel glared. It was going to be a very long day.

* * *

Buffy peeked through the small circular window in the door to the library, frowning as she saw all of her friends and Giles gathered inside. Everyone seemed very calm and nothing like a big crisis had just developed. Looking at her watch, Buffy scowled at the accessory when it ticked repetitively, confirming that it worked. It was still an hour past the time she was supposed to meet Willow and Xander at the sandwich shop. She had waited a long half-hour without either one showing up for their lunch date. She grew more and more panicked with every passing minute and finally rushed to Sunnydale High, fearing the worst. She had been fairly distracted lately, but surely her friends would have contacted her if something were wrong...

"Hey guys, something evil brewing?" Buffy looked worried when she received no answer for her question. Giles stood behind the counter, his focus on the numerous books spread out in front of him. Willow, Oz and Cordelia sat around the table, equally engrossed in other dusty books. There was a pizza box at the center of the table, all but two slices of pizza had been eaten already.

"You ate... Did you forget we had plans?" Not one person greeted her or even acknowledged her presence. "Guys?"

Xander came down the stairs from the upper stacks, holding several books in his arms. "Xander, what's going on?" Buffy asked, stepping close to him. Maybe something evil was going on and she was invisible?

"We have research to do," Xander responded distantly. Their plans for lunch had been arranged before the gang found her in the cemetery and not one of them had been willing to cancel their plans with her. She would have wanted a reason and the truth was all they had to offer. "You know, enemies to defeat."

Instead, they had all decided to ignore her, but Xander knew she wouldn't just walk away from their silence. "Oh wait! You wouldn't understand, you conspire with the enemy..."

"What?" Buffy gasped.

"...And fuck them in cemeteries," he finished in a low, harsh voice. Buffy's eyes widened and she paled to an unnatural color of white.

"Xander, that is enough! Get back to work," Giles instructed. Still fuming, Xander slammed his book shut and stormed back into the stacks. "Buffy, it would be best if you left."

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she fought them. She wanted to try and explain--to say something--but no words formed in her head. Looking to the others for some support, Buffy was sorely disappointed. Cordelia and Oz pretended she didn't even exist, choosing to read instead of getting involved. Willow looked to her with a mix of sympathy and hurt in her eyes but turned back to her book, sad and unable to offer what Buffy wanted.

A rebellious tear dropped from her eye. "Please, I can--"

"You lied to us Buffy," Giles interrupted. "You betrayed us and your destiny." Without another word, he went back to his office.

Buffy sniffed and moved for the doors, whispering to herself as she left the library. "No, I didn't."

* * *

Buffy walked away from the school in a state of shock, her mind completely shut down. Eyes wide and unblinking, her feet carried her to the one place that made any sense to her anymore. Fumbling with her key, she unlocked the door and entered. The door was closed weakly, but it didn't latch and Buffy didn't care. She stopped only a few steps into the house and couldn't make herself move any further.

"You're back early..." Angel observed from the couch.

"How was lunch?" Spike asked casually before looking up at her. A whole wave of different emotions he hadn't felt in a long time hit him and he stood up with Angel. "Buffy?"

Her lips quivered and her tear-filled eyes looked over at them before shifting into hysterical crying as she collapsed to the floor.

Freedom

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.
Rating: NC17. M/M/F, M/M Sex. B/A/S, A/S.

Angel slipped from the Buffy's embrace and off the bed quietly. Slipping on a pair of pants and a button-up shirt, he headed downstairs and left her to sleep peacefully. In his absence, Buffy curled around a pillow, but never woke.

She had cried for hours after returning from the library. Eventually, Angel had carried her upstairs and she cried herself to sleep in their arms. It wasn't until later that evening that she'd awaken and told them what had happened with her friends. More tears were shed and when Buffy calmed down, the three had a long, serious talk.

With Spike's support and backup, Buffy confessed to Angel that she'd not been totally honest with him. His reaction was of sadness, but not because she'd kept something from him. Instead, he shocked both of his lovers with his sympathy and guilt for her situation. Like Spike, he never stopped to consider the reactions of her friends or the challenge of telling them the truth. Selfishly, he had let his love blind him to everyone and everything other than his lovers. The past, his time in Hell, Buffy's family and friends were all ignored for the sake of the happiness he'd been denied for so long.

The truth brought back the pain he'd managed to forget about.

Buffy had spent most of the past week in bed, sleeping or spending time with her lovers. Spike and Angel had remained with her for the entire week, tending to her every need and helping to restore her emotional strength. They held her and kissed away her tears when she cried, they wrapped her in their comforting embrace while she slept, and they made sweet love to her when she needed to feel something besides her broken heart.

With each passing day, her mood improved significantly and Buffy became more and more like her normal self. Still, fear of a confrontation with her friends kept her confined to the house. Sunnydale was far from a big town and she wasn't ready to confront her friends yet. Worried about the safety of her lovers, Buffy also begged them to stay home with her until the three of them were able to face her friends together.

Although they were willing to do anything for her, the vampires couldn't help but worry about the long-term damage this situation had on her. She was strong, but a lot of that strength came from her family and friends. Without them, how much of the Slayer was still in her?

Their advanced notice about their future was supposed to make them happy. It was supposed to give them something to live for. It wasn't supposed to tear at their hearts and separate them from everything but each other.

Why did happiness have to hurt so much?

* * *

Spike growled softly as he paced across the kitchen floor in front of Angel. The elder vampire tried to read the paper he held, but it was difficult with the loud, unusual breathing and not-so-subtle huffing sounds coming from the blond.

"Spike, stop."

Ignoring the command and keeping his eyes on the title floor beneath his feet, Spike announced, "I need to eat."

"There's blood in the fridge," Angel offered, needlessly. His childe had been walking in the same pattern for over an hour and it was starting to grate on Angel's already agitated nerves.

Spike shuddered visibly. "I can't stand another taste of *that*."

"We promised we'd stay with her," Angel replied as casually as possible. He knew his childe was asking for human blood, but they'd promised Buffy they'd stay home with her in case she needed them. The need for their presence had lessened over the week, but

"She's hardly left the house in over a week!" Spike suddenly shouted.

Angel's control snapped in response to the outburst and he slammed the paper down to the table and charged towards Spike. "That's a problem, Spike? You tired of gentle sex and not being able to sink your teeth--"

Spike reacted immediately, lashing out with a powerful punch that smashed Angel's nose and sent the dark vampire stumbling a few steps. Furious, Spike growled in a dangerous tone, "Where the *hell* do you get off..."

"I'm sorry," Angel said quietly, cradling his nose. "I wasn't thinking. This is... this is hard for me, too."

Spike looked squarely at Angel, crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his lower lip out in a pout. "Yeah, well quit taking it out on me."

"Hello? Who's the one with the broken nose?" Angel said, trying not to smile at the picture Spike made.

"Deserved it," Spike mumbled.

"Yeah, I did."

Spike sighed and leaned back against the kitchen counter. "I haven't had human blood since...her. I'm going out of my bloody mind," Spike explained through a desperate voice.

Angel couldn't argue because he understood what Spike was feeling; he felt as well. Only the century or so of time spent living off animal blood gave him the strength to regain most of his control. Spike didn't have that luxury and two weeks was a long time to go after something as potent as Slayer blood. "Okay, we'll both go, but just for a bit. I'll just leave Buffy a note in case she wakes up."

Spike nodded and went to search for his coat as Angel quietly made his way upstairs to the bedroom where Buffy was sleeping.

He watched with a smile as she continued to sleep peacefully. Knowing his touch would wake her, Angel left the note on the night table and snuck out of the house with Spike.

As the front door closed quietly, Buffy's eyes shot open and she darted from the bed. She knew they wouldn't leave her for long, so she had to hurry. Throwing on some clothes, Buffy reached for the phone and dialed a number that had recently become familiar.

* * * *

Only a few minutes after she had called, the doorbell rang and Buffy eagerly ushered Leroy into the house, locking the door behind him.

Buffy smiled warmly at the demon and pointed the way to the living room. "Thank you for coming. I'm sure you have other things to do--"

Leroy interrupted her, his tone serious. "I'm always available when you need me," he said.

"Can I get you something?" Buffy asked. "I'm not sure what you um..."

Leroy smiled at her cautious offer. "I'm fine, child. I don't actually eat or drink. At least, nothing you would care to hear about," he finished.

Buffy grimaced as her overactive Slayer mind considered the possibilities. "Um, well, have a seat, please." She pointed to couch and sat beside him.

"I assume all is going well," Leroy said.

The smile she saw on his face made Buffy blush as she confirmed the truth with a shy nod. "Do you have what I need?" Her voice rang with urgency as Buffy bypassed other formalities and got straight to the point.

"Oh, of course." Leroy pulled a book from the inside of his coat and offered it to the young Slayer. "You should find your answers in there," he explained.

"Will this be enough?" Buffy asked as she looked over the cover and thumbed through the pages.

Leroy chuckled and leaned back against the couch. "I am not that kind of a psychic, child. Present the book and the truth to your friends. If they care about you, they will take you seriously."

"I hope so..."

Leroy reached out to the young Slayer to touch her arm. "Spend some time with your boys, Buffy. You need to rest your heart."

"For someone who's 'not that kind of a psychic,' you sure seem to always know what I need."

"Well, I do have a gift," he responded with a wink. "I must get going. The vampires will be returning in a few minutes."

Buffy gave him a weird look, wondering how he knew where her lovers were, but couldn't bring herself to ask him directly.

"Remember what I told you. Knowing your destiny early will only benefit you if you take advantage of it. Every second counts."

Buffy took a deep breath and let his words sink in. So many memories rushed back at her as she was reminded of the time she was first told about her future. Buffy smiled again at Leroy as she opened the front door for the demon. "Goodnight Leroy and thank you. Really, thank you."

He looked back at her briefly as he made his way down the front walkway. "Anytime," he promised before dashing off into the darkness of the night.

* * *

"Buffy? Are you okay?" Angel asked exasperated as he charged into the bedroom to check on his lover. She sat on the bed with the conformer covering her legs as she read a book by the light of a lamp. She *looked* okay...

Buffy glanced up from the book balanced against her raised knees and frowned at the look of worry on Angel's face. The similar expression on Spike made her worry as well. "Of course, I'm fine. Why?"

Angel's eyes were dark with fury as he charged into the room, searching through it for any potential danger. "I smell--"

"Oh!" Buffy finally realized his reason for alarm. "Leroy was here," Buffy explained as his reason for worry occurred to her. She had communicated with Leroy all week long, but it had all been over the phone. She hadn't stopped to consider what traces the demon would leave behind when he visited the house.

"What?" Angel asked, his voice loud with uncontrollable anger. He didn't actually have any reason to be mad at her, but the feelings that had surfaced at the thought of something happening to her overwhelmed him and took control.

Buffy cowered back against the headboard as he barked at her. "Calm down. I asked him to be here." Holding the book up for him to see, Buffy tried to explain. "I needed a book," she added honestly. "He had it."

Angel took a seat on the edge of the bed facing her and took her hands into his own. "Buffy...I thought we agreed you wouldn't deal with this alone," he said with concern.

Buffy sighed and dropped her head back against the headboard. "I'm not. I just needed something to explain Leroy and the prophecies. The truth is too unbelievable to be accepted alone." Not wanting to discuss it any further, Buffy grabbed Angel around the back of his neck and tugged his mouth to her. The kiss was demanding as Buffy desperately tried to force all thoughts worthy of worry out of Angel's mind.

Angel pulled away from the kiss, stunned by the intensity. "You're in a better mood..."

Buffy laughed and lowered her hands to the buttons on Angel's shirt. "Yes, I'm a whole new me. Clothes off, now." Angel blinked and pulled back from her, not sure he was hearing her correctly.

"You're changing the subject," Angel observed.

Buffy kicked the conformer off of her legs and looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "Is that a problem?"

Angel shrugged. "Not for me." Pulling back, he removed his shirt completely and toed off his shoes. Impatiently, Buffy dragged him down on top of her. She saw Spike moving around to the other side of the bed, his eyes sparkling with interest, not jealousy. She smiled softly at him and silently promised equal attention in due time.

Buffy clutched at Angel's biceps and returned her attention to the dark vampire looming over her. Angel placed a gentle kiss to her collar bone as Buffy tried to illuminate the space that separated their bodies despite the clothes that still stood in the way. "I want you, now."

"What do you want? Slow and tender or hard and fast?" As the question was asked, Angel released the fastenings on his pants and shoved the fabric down his legs. Almost miraculously, the pants ended up in a pile on the floor after only a few seconds of Angel's talented maneuvering. While he undressed entirely, Buffy took the opportunity to yank her stretchy miniskirt up around her waist. Angel's eyes were magnetically drawn to her lower body and his jaw dropped in appreciation of the scrap of red lace covering her sex. Her damp curls glistened with visible proof of her desire beneath the sheer pattern.

She *really* wanted this.

"Hard...now," Buffy begged. That was all the encouragement necessary and Angel ripped her panties away and slammed into her in one fluid movement. Buffy's scream that echoed around the room made Angel groan and his eyes roll back. It had been so long since he'd heard that noise. Too long.

Buffy arched into each thrust, her body craving the rough contact she'd missed for over a week. It seemed like so much longer since the intensity of sex had consumed her. Comfort and gentle lovemaking had been exactly what she had needed over the past week to heal her broken heart, but now she needed something different.

She cried out desperately as Angel plunged into her, stimulating her body physically and emotionally. His love, power and strength seemed to flow from him and into her every time he entered her. A fire built within Buffy and grew exponentially as Angel's speed picked up and their bodies slammed together.

"Yes!" Buffy yelled. She bounced her hips higher to meet Angel's every downstroke with more energy.

The vampires watched as Buffy's eyes glazed over and she became lost to sensation. The blond man lowered his cool lips to Buffy's heated skin, kissing her softly and adding to her pleasure. Spike slipped one hand between the slapping bodies of his two lovers and began to undo the buttons of Buffy's shirt. Once the garment was pushed aside, he nudged at Angel to give him more room and the older vampire complied by propping himself up on straight arms, but never disturbed the pace of his thrusts. Spike lowered his head to one lace-covered nipple, and suckled rhythmically on the sensitive flesh.

Buffy whimpered as Spike continued to suck and undid the front snap of her bra. He released her just long enough to pull the fabric away to expose her damp nipple to the open air. Immediately though, he returned his mouth to her, reaching across her body to twist her other rosy bud with his fingers. Spike shifted awkwardly as he reached down to the button and zipper on his own pants to free the erection that refused to be ignored for another second.

One hand pumped gently but firmly along his cock, pulling him closer to orgasming with his partners. All while tending to his own pleasure, Spike moved his lips across Buffy's chest, licking and nipping at whatever skin he could reach.

The combined actions of both males sent Buffy spiraling into an orgasm unlike any that she could remember experiencing. She threw her head back, tensed in an arched position, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Beside her, a part of Buffy heard Spike grunt as he spurted his dead seed onto the bedspread and partially onto her hip. Angel watched through hooded eyes as his lovers reached the peak and slowly coasted down off of the high. He thrust hard into Buffy's still tense body several times before he came deep inside of her core.

Buffy and Angel collapsed as one into the bed. She panted heavily and her heart raced, pounding against Angel's still chest. Spike watched the two for a brief minute before drawing upon enough strength to drag his sire off of their tiny lover and pull a sheet over all of them. A few moments later, Angel slipped his arms around Buffy and Spike, drawing them against his sides.

"I need to get out," Buffy said as she snuggled further into Angel's embrace.

Angel took unnecessary breaths, his body limp and completely satisfied between his two lovers. "Get out? Of what?"

"Of here. I've been doing some thinking and I want to have some fun that isn't here at the house," Buffy explained, her fingers tracing wild patterns on Angel's chest. Intrigued by the conversation she'd raised, Spike propped his head up on one arm and looked down at Buffy.

"What's the matter luv, bored with us already?" Spike asked, his scarred eyebrow raising in curiosity.

"I'm serious. I know it was my choice to stay here this past week, but even before that. All we do is stay home and have sex. I'm a human girl. Nightly patrols that lead to sex in the cemeteries just isn't considered a 'social life.'"

"Yeah, but it's fun," Spike said with a grin. "What brought on this sudden change?"

"Leroy said something that actually made sense. I need to give my heart a rest. Which is why I want to go out somewhere that isn't here. I need to get my mind off of monsters and apocalypses and my friends who hate me..."

"Your friends don't hate you, Buffy," Angel interjected. "They just need some time. We all do."

"Exactly," Buffy agreed. "We need time. But...we don't know how much time we have. I don't want to miss out on more than I already have. I need to do normal things like go shopping and see movies..."

"You can do both of those things from here," Spike explained, intentionally trying to annoy her.

Buffy turned her eyes to Spike's face and tried to contain her grin. He knew exactly what she was asking for, but was going to be his usual difficult self. "It's not the same." Buffy pushed herself up onto her hip, facing Angel and bracing her weight with one hand on the bed. The other clutched her shirt and bra closed over her chest.

Angel grabbed Buffy's wrist and stilled her movements. "You really want to do this?"

"Yes, I really do. I don't care who sees us or what they think. I need my life to be more than this, but I want it all to be with you two."

"Even your Slayer buddies?" Spike asked.

Buffy paused a minute before she met his eyes. "Even them. Are you going to do this for me? I know, you don't eat or like to shop, but you two have the credit cards and you wouldn't want me to be unhappy, right?" Buffy offered them her most innocent look which she knew they could never deny.

"Oh no, here comes the guilt trip and that cute pouty lip..." Spike's expression was part mock-fear, part intense desire and Buffy couldn't contain her giggle.

The laughter died quickly and Buffy glanced back and forth between her lovers. Their unconvinced expressions were discouraging, but she wasn't ready to give up. If guilt didn't work, bribery was always successful. "I promise to make it worth it to both of you," she said sensually, her hand abandoning the hold on her clothes and trailing one long nail down the center of Angel's chest and watching it's path carefully. She stopped at the point just before reaching the sheet covering Angel's waist.

Like dogs with the promise of a new toy, both males were suddenly very interested in the idea of going out with their beauty.

"Fine, we'll go out," Angel agreed, through clenched teeth as the delicate touch of Buffy's fingernail was driving him insane. His abdominal muscles rolled as he tried to encourage her hand to continue its exploration further, but his attempts failed. "Tonight after the sun sets, we'll take you out to eat and shop and maybe more."

Buffy beamed and responded cheerfully, "Thank you! I love you both." Quick kisses were placed on each man's lips before Buffy shoved the covers away from her body and crawled towards the foot of the bed. Spike and Angel groaned at the sight of her bare ass, but their expressions turned to frowns as they realized she was leaving them.

"Wait, where are you going?" Spike questioned. He really didn't like the idea that their agreement meant sacrificing time spent in bed while the sun was still out.

"I've only got a couple of hours until sunset," Buffy explained as she slipped on her long silk robe and tied it, covering her body from their eyes. "I have to get ready." Blowing a kiss to them over her shoulder, she bounded off towards the bathroom, leaving her two very horny vampires alone.

"See!" Spike said, throwing his hands up for emphasis. "That's why we shouldn't have agreed. Women take too bloody long to get ready!"

"I heard that!" Buffy shouted from behind the closed bathroom door.

"Good!" Spike replied. Fighting the tangled sheets that imprisoned his legs, Spike moved to straddle Angel's legs.

"She said she'd make it worth it," Angel said, his eyes darkening as they focused on the blond.

"True," Spike mumbled as he targeted the older man's mouth and leaned in. They kissed hungrily, each trying to claim dominance with their tongue. Spike soon gave up, knowing Angel had far more patience and the erection Spike had would never get any attention if he continued to struggle for control.

Hoping to pursued Angel to reciprocate his generosity, Spike slithered down the bed, until his face was even with Angel's painfully erect penis. With a practiced ease that took years to perfect, his mouth engulfed Angel's cock entirely in one movement. Angel yelped, his hands reaching for Spike's hair.

As he pulled back, Spike swirled his tongue as far around the thick flesh as was possible, eliciting animalistic noises out of the brunette. Several long minutes were spent with Spike running his teeth and tongue over all the right places and building Angel's desire to unbelievable levels. Anxious for his own turn, Spike started to move his mouth up and down at a quick pace, opening his throat on each downward movement and sucking hard as he pulled away. One hand reached for his sire's testicles, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Soon, Angel was growling fiercely, his demon evident in his physical features. Spike grinned around the staff in his mouth, always pleased when he could bring his sire's demon to the fore. Angel often kept his human face on in a show of control, but Spike always sought to break that.

"Don't stop," Angel gasped.

Rough fingers massaged the back of Spike's neck as Angel's orgasm approached quickly. With a yell loud enough for all their neighbors to hear, Angel came and Spike's throat contracted around the thick shaft. Spike swallowed the semen as it entered his willing mouth and kept the pressure of his lips tight around Angel's cock until the older man was completely drained and he could pull away.

Angel took several long minutes to recover his strength then slid out from under Spike and stood on shaky legs.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

Angel smiled over his shoulder at Spike. "Shower. Buffy's taking a bath, we can get cleaned up and tease her mercilessly at the same time. Do you feel up to it?"

"Do I feel up to it," Spike grumbled sarcastically with a look to his angry erection that had been left unattended for far too long. He flew off of the bed and followed Angel to the bathroom.

* * * * *

Buffy sighed and leaned back further into the steamy water and thick bubbles of her bath. She had opted for the more relaxing bubble bath instead of the shower to prepare herself, for what she hoped was a long and wonderful evening with her vampires. Buffy couldn't contain her smile as her body had a chance to calm in the expansive tub. A soft towel cushioned her neck and head as she leaned back against the edge.

She never imagined she could be so happy about something as ordinary as a bathtub, but this one seemed to be the exception. The whirlpool invention had an infinite number of features and was exceptionally large and especially useful to the threesome living within the house.

The sound of the bathroom door opening slowly drew her attention and she looked over her shoulder to see her two lovers invading her quiet time. Not that she minded entirely as they were both completely naked and very much aroused. She was actually quite content to spend her time just looking at their bodies, but after she'd learned how much fun the touch could be, she was willing to ignore her desire to "look."

Buffy sighed. "You two are gonna make me regret asking to go out, aren't you?"

Spike strolled over to the very large two-headed shower, turning the water on and adjusting it to a scalding temperature. With a glance over his shoulder to make sure there were towels on the rack, he stepped in.

"Us? We would never do something like that." Angel leaned over the edge of the tub to kiss Buffy's exposed neck. "We just came in to take a shower." Buffy looked up at her lover, narrowing her eyes at him. They never "just" did anything...

He couldn't contain his grin as he walked away from her and joined Spike in the shower. Buffy followed him with her eyes, and she glared angrily as she realized their intent. The large shower had clear glass doors and not even the accumulating steam did anything to conceal the perfectly sculpted bodies of her mates as they kissed and caressed each other.

Angel suddenly pushed Spike roughly against one of the marble walls and dropped to his knees. Buffy's eyes widened as she watched Angel take a submissive position in front of his childe. Spike snaked his fingers into Angel's hair, pulling the older man towards the area of his body needing attention. Almost submissively, Angel allowed himself to be moved by his childe and sucked Spike's entire length into his mouth as soon as he was close enough.

"Ohhh, you two are so cruel!" Buffy shouted over the sounds of running water and Spike's cries of pleasure. Both males chuckled then Spike let out a long drawn-out moan as the vibrations of Angel's laugh traveled through his cock and throughout his entire body.

Love Me In That Special Way

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.
Rating: NC17, B/A, B/S, B/A/S sex.

Buffy stepped out of the bathroom, running her newly manicured hands down the length of her body to smooth her outfit into place. A quick glance in the hallway mirror--an object she had insisted on--confirmed that her hair and make-up were in fairly good condition. There was a good chance her lovers would destroy her work later on, but she couldn't complain about that.

She had debated over her outfit for over an hour, wanting something comfortable but sexy enough to keep the attention of Spike and Angel. Not that she usually had any problem with that, but this night was special and she wanted to remind them that they were doing this for a good cause.

She'd selected a sky blue tank top that was low cut in the front, mature, but sexy at the same time. A black skirt with a very high slit and a series of crisscrossing spaghetti-thin straps keeping the slit together and yet still showing a great deal of skin complimented the top perfectly. Despite numerous attempts to style her hair up, Buffy had finally decided to wear it down in gentle curls framing her face.

Her body sung with anticipation and nervousness. A real date with her *two* lovers was not something Buffy had ever really thought about before it became a reality. Not that she was ashamed, simply unsure of what the evening would be like. But, with Angel and Spike planning the night, it was bound to be interesting.

Carefully, Buffy started down the stairs, concentrating on each step and forcing her shaking legs to move without causing her to tumble down to the bottom. Preoccupied with her thoughts, Buffy had failed to notice the two sets of eyes glued to her and the drool her lovers were spilling onto the floor.

Not sure how to interpret the expressions she saw, Buffy couldn't help but question them. "What?"

"You're going to wear that?" Spike asked bluntly, his unblinking eyes fixed on her body from the neck down.

Buffy frowned. "Don't you like it?" Surely, it wasn't possible that all the time she spent looking for the perfect outfit was a waste.

Spike's eyebrows rose. "It's bloody marvelous! I just don't like the idea of other men ogling you."

His words calmed her nerves and increased her feeling of pride. "Good thing I'll have you two sexy creatures on my arms," Buffy responded with a satisfied smile. "You can protect me."

Angel stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Buffy. She looked up at him, surprised and couldn't avoid smiling when he spoke. "You're beautiful," he stated honestly. He kissed her lips briefly and then broke away, heading for the couch where their coats were draped.

As Spike helped Buffy into her black leather jacket, she couldn't refrain from asking the question that had been plaguing her ever since they'd agreed to go out with her. "So, where are you taking me?"

"Now, there wouldn't be any fun if we told you," Angel answered her.

"Oh, I don't know about that." Buffy checked her purse one last time, making sure she had everything. "You two are very good at making up your own fun."

Angel chuckled, "We're still not telling."

* * * * *

Buffy followed the maitre de silently as he led the way through several rooms of the restaurant and through the french doors that led outside onto the patio. Curiously, she glanced at her lovers who followed several feet behind her and wore identical knowing expressions with the tiniest smiles on their lips. As well as she'd been able to read their expressions in the past, they were intentionally disguising their true feelings. It was sweet, of course, but did nothing to soothe her curiosity.

"Here we are, Miss," the maitre de said, drawing Buffy's attention away from thoughts of her lovers to her location. They had bypassed the patio area and walked further outside to a private dining area.

Buffy gasped as the dinner table and the beauty of the surrounding area stunned her. The table was white and covered in a fine, intricate pattern of floral designs. Three place settings were set out for them with candles and a small red rose arrangement in the center of the table. Around them, tall rose bushes stretched along white trellises and formed a well-designed circle around the table. "Oh my..."

"Like it, pet?" Spike asked softly almost directly in Buffy's ear. Not realizing how close he was, she jumped, but recovered quickly and snapped her head around to look him in the eye.

"How? I only told you--"

"Have to keep you on your toes." She gaped at him, wondering how her lovers had arranged such a private location for their dinner at the only expensive restaurant in Sunnydale. She knew from previous experience that reservations required days, if not weeks of advanced notice. She couldn't even begin to imagine what had been done to make such exclusive arrangements in less than three hours.

"This is amazing," Buffy whispered, unable to make her voice sound any louder.

Angel walked around them and stood by the table, pulling out a chair for Buffy. Her mind emptied of coherent thoughts and somehow her body moved towards the chair and sat down. The vampires took their seats at the table each casually glancing over the menu with one eye on Buffy and her reaction to their surprise.

Angel noticed Buffy making faces as she read the menu and shook his head gently. He knew her well enough to read her expression and know it wasn't the food that disturbed her. It was her nature to put others ahead of herself and although she was aware of Angel and Spike's financial stability, she considered the put the prices ahead of her own desires.

"Don't think about the prices, Buffy. Order whatever you want."

Disbelieving, Buffy lowered the menu to the table and looked to Angel. "But this place is so expensive, they don't even put the prices on the menu!"

A stern look crossed Angel's face as he spoke. "Don't. Think. About. It."

Buffy bit back the instinct to challenge him and was spared the opportunity as a waiter approached to take their orders. Impulsively, Buffy ordered a salad and the filet minon. With no real hunger for human food, the vampires declined politely, both content to simply share a bottle of red wine and Buffy's company.

A short while later, Buffy's meal was served and the three conversed about their lives while she ate. They avoided the topic of the Scooby Gang and instead focused on potential plans for their future together. Buffy marveled at the wild suggestions her lovers had for trips they should take together and found herself laughing as the vampires told exciting tales of their previous travels around the world.

The stories died off and the table was cleared of unnecessary plates, silverware and glasses. As the waiter left the secluded area, another man in a tuxedo approached, carrying a violin. Spike rose immediately and offered a hand out to Buffy.

"Dance with me?"

Buffy was stunned by the question, but took Spike's hand and let him lead her over to an open space by the table. The violinist began to play a soft, romantic tune as the two blondes brought their bodies close and swayed in unison to the music. Buffy held tight to Spike's neck with her arms, taking advantage of a moment she considered rare.

"I didn't know you were the dancing type," Buffy said, truly surprised.

Spike responded with a smile. "You don't know a lot of things about me."

"I guess not," Buffy smiled in return. She glanced over at Angel who was reclining back in his chair, watching the two of them dance. "This has been so wonderful," she said. "Exactly what I needed."

Spike kissed her forehead gently. "It's only the beginning."

"And I love you guys for it." Buffy saw the way Spike didn't react to her words and decided to make her point clear. "I mean that, you know. I really do love you."

"Pet..." Spike tried to interrupt, but Buffy was determined to continue.

"I know you're not ready to love me back and may never be--"

"Maybe I am," Spike said quietly.

Buffy blinked in surprise. "What?"

Grinning ever so slightly, Spike leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Maybe I already love you."

Buffy pulled back to look Spike directly in the eye and recognized the true honesty of his words. It hit her suddenly, like a truck barreling into her at high speed. He really loved her.

There was so much that could be said; so many questions and explanations, but other words lost their importance after Spike's admission. Buffy hadn't expected it, at least not nearly so soon. His love had been something she had come to accept that Spike's love was something she may never have. But now after those few words, she was overcome by unexpected emotion.

Emotion that words didn't exist for.

Instead, Buffy wrapped her arms tight around Spike's neck and drew him down for a kiss that would take the place of words.

* * * * *

After dinner, Buffy suggested shopping for a couple of hours before the movie began. Adding to her wardrobe always made her feel good and this time she knew exactly what she wanted. For nearly two hours, Buffy had dragged Spike and Angel with her to several clothing stores that were open late, ignoring their protesting looks as she browsed through clothes and accessories. Angel had handed over his credit card repeatedly to cashiers, paying for the purchases of the young woman he loved. She promised to make it worth it, he kept reminding himself.

"Buffy, the movie starts in less than an hour..." Angel reminded her as she gazed at more stores through their display windows.

"I just need to go to one more place," she explained.

Pulling the men each by one hand, Buffy smiled to herself as they approached her destination. With a sexy grin, she went inside the store and left them standing outside the door. Spike and Angel shared a smile when they realized her last stop was a lingerie store.

"Well, if we must..." Spike moved hastily into the store, keeping an eye on Buffy while looking over the various items for sale. The selection varied from incredibly modest to incredibly expensive tiny scraps of fabric and ribbon. He imagined Buffy in each one and was strongly tempted to buy out the whole place, regardless of the prices.

"I won't be long," Buffy hollered at them as she made her way back to the dressing room with a bundle of multi-colored fabrics filled her arms. Spike tried to determine what she had in her hands, but she turned her back too quickly, leaving him with his overactive imagination and a store full of inspiration.

The men occupied themselves, casually looking through the racks of fabric someone was trying to pass off as undergarments. Nearly ten minutes after entering the back dressing room, Buffy emerged with her arms full. She spotted Spike near one of the racks, holding up a deep burgundy teddy in the air and examining it.

Buffy tried not to giggle at the mental image that popped into her mind. "I don't think that's your size, darling."

"It's yours..." Spike responded, arching an eyebrow at her.

"I can't afford any more," Buffy said, laying several items on the counter for the saleswoman to ring up.

"Oh no," Spike said emphatically, shaking his head as started towards the counter with the teddy. "You're not paying for anything bought here."

"Why not?" Buffy asked. She hadn't really planned on spending only their money on this shopping trip, especially after the expensive dinner, but Angel had always been at the counter with his credit card ready every time, insisting that he pay for her purchases.

"This night is our treat to you. It's more than my pleasure to pay for items such as these." Angel snorted from across the store, aware that Spike had mysteriously disappeared when it came time to pay at all the other stores. He wouldn't start to complain now though. This, at least, he could indulge in at Spike's expense.

Buffy sighed. "You're a sick man, you know that?"

"Yep," Spike said, offering his credit card to the saleswoman.

* * * * *

Already happy after dinner and shopping with her vampires, Buffy couldn't protest when Spike led the way to the back row of the movie theater with a goofy smile plastered to his face. A soda in one hand and a bag of gummy bears in the other, Buffy followed Spike's lead while repeatedly looking over her shoulder at Angel as he trailed them with the popcorn. Despite the marvelous dinner, Buffy couldn't ignore the concession stand before they entered the theater. Spike held his arms out and bowed gracefully, acting as a dramatic gentleman offering the seats for her selection. Buffy chose the one in the very middle, patting the seats on either side of her for Spike and Angel to join her.

The dancing foods began to play across the screen as the lights dimmed and the beginning of the movie neared. Overly pleased with the way this special night had gone so far, Buffy smiled to herself and placed a gentle hand on both Spike and Angel's knee. She didn't even know what movie they were seeing, but she really didn't care. The evening so far had been wonderful enough, they could see the world's worst movie and she'd still be happy.

Having survived off just a simple kiss before they left, Angel couldn't restrain himself any longer as Buffy's hand touched him. He moved the popcorn to the seat at his side, grabbed Buffy and yanked her onto his lap, keeping her facing the movie screen. One of Angel's arms held her flush to his body as her legs spread to either side of his and her skirt rode up.

"What are you doing?" Buffy asked, needlessly.

Her fingers gripped tightly at the arm surrounding her as Angel answered her without words. His fingers undid the tie on her skirt and once the string loosened, he slipped one hand beneath the fabric and found that she wore nothing underneath.

Buffy moaned loudly as his fingertips touched her, but the movie's volume was loud at the same moment, drowning her out.

Spike slid over into the seat Buffy had vacated earlier and raised a hand to cover her mouth. "Shhhh, no noise. Okay?"

Buffy gave Spike a look of exasperation, but nodded gently and his hand fell away. As Angel's hand resumed it's work between her legs, two fingers pumping inside of her vagina and his thumb rubbing her clit in tiny circles, Spike claimed Buffy's mouth with his own. His tongue reached into her mouth, exploring everything the small space had to offer.

The movie progressed and the other people in the theater seemed to be oblivious to the three in the back row. Buffy prayed no one in front of them turned around or else they were bound to get an eyeful.

Angel's worked Buffy's body into a frenzy with his hand until she came with a yell. Fortunately, Spike's mouth and a loud explosion in the movie kept the noise unnoticeable.

"I can't believe you just did that," Buffy whispered in Angel's ear as she slumped against his large frame. Her body was covered in a subtle red tint, the result of embarrassment and arousal. It was one thing to have sex in a cemetery at night when few people were around; it was something completely different when total strangers were a few feet away. The inexperienced teenager in her couldn't help from being slightly frightened by the potential consequences while at the same time excited by all of the dramatic changes in her life.

Spike cupped the back of Buffy's head gently as he redirected his mouth to her jaw and throat while waiting for her to calm down in the aftermath of her orgasm. In response, Buffy grabbed his head and pulled him in to renew their earlier kiss. The physical bond between their lips intensified and Buffy began to wiggle against Angel, forcing a warning growl to erupt from him. Knowing the message that growl possessed, Spike dragged Buffy's still limp body over to her original seat, never breaking the kiss.

Carefully, Spike pulled back, watching Buffy's expression as she adjusted to the loss of contact. "Think you can stay quiet?"

She nodded wearily and then her eyes widened as Spike slithered to floor in front of her.

He ignored the sticky substances staining his pants and the nearly overwhelming desire to pull Buffy down with him and fuck her senseless. His pleasure could wait until they got home.

Spike kissed each of Buffy's knees as he moved his hands along the outside of her thighs, pushing her skirt out of the way. Absently, Buffy parted her legs for him and found herself pulled to the edge of her seat.

As a cool tongue touched at her sensitive flesh, she silently decided to not wear panties more often. The slayer bit into her lower lip when the sensations caused by the gentle caress of Spike's tongue against her clit intensified. Spike sucked the nubbin of flesh completely into his mouth and shocks of pleasure raced through Buffy's veins.

Angel pried one of Buffy's hands off of the armrest and entwined his fingers with hers. Buffy's head fell back against the back of her chair and she focused on not making any noise as Spike's mouth and fingers worked magic on her body.

Her orgasm was quick, but powerful and Buffy ignored the temptation to scream and instead managed to whimper faintly as Spike guided her over the edge.

* * * * *

As soon as the ending credits of the movie began, the three lovers had raced for the nearest exit. They had made it as far as the entry way of their home and somehow managed to shut the door behind them before the three of them collapsed to the floor in a heap of tangled lips and limbs. Buffy's purchases were tossed into the living room and their clothes scattered to every room within throwing distance.

Soon after their frenzied lovemaking though, their bodies calmed and the naked lovers retreated upstairs to the bedroom. Buffy grabbed one of her bags from the living room and snuck away to the bathroom for a few minutes. Spike and Angel didn't mind much and instead occupied themselves with each other until her return.

Instantly after the bathroom door shut, Angel pounced on Spike, sending them both toppling to the bed. Spike barely had enough time to grunt in surprise before his sire attacked his mouth. The blond immediately retaliated and flipped them over so he was on top. Nails gently scratched over bare flesh and their lower bodies were ground together in near desperation for satisfaction.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes?" Spike drawled as he pulled away from Angel's needy kiss.

Buffy stood at the foot of the bed and cocked her head to one side, smiling as innocently as she could. With one hand, she untied the belt on her robe, exposing a sheer black bra and a matching bikini bottom. "See anything you like?"

Spike fell to the bed beside Angel and blinked, not sure he was seeing or hearing correctly. Buffy knelt up on the bed and slowly crawled in between the two vampires lying naked on the bed they all shared.

"Oh yeah," the blond man groaned as his eyes became fixated on her cleavage.

Buffy moved so she was propped up over Spike. "Really?" Leaning close, she ran her tongue along a crease of his ear, making him shiver visibly. "Like what?" she hissed.

In response, Buffy found her self on her back, Spike looming over her with a very hungry look in his eyes. "I'm going to have to investigate further before jumping to any conclusions."

"Oh. Well, explore away," she encouraged. As her tongue snuck out from between her lips briefly and she captured her lower lip between her teeth, Spike groaned appreciatively. One of his hands trailed down Buffy's body and slipped between her legs.

"Fuck! Where'd you get this thing?" Spike said, pleasantly shocked to find that the sheer item she was wearing was appropriately crotchless.

"You bought it," Buffy informed him.

"I did, did I?" Spike complimented himself before taking advantage of the situation and sliding deep into Buffy's sopping channel. She gasped in surprise, her hands going to his shoulders.

"Oh!" Buffy gasped. Spike grinned and pulled his hips back to thrust back into her again.

Not wanting to exclude Angel, Buffy turned to him. "Want you too," she whispered.

Angel looked at her for a moment then reached forward and kissed her. Buffy arched into the talented caress of Angel's tongue and Spike's shallow, but intense thrusts. It seemed impossible to get completely close to both of them at the same time, but she wasn't dissuaded from trying.

Without warning, Spike slammed his hips forward into Buffy, forcing her to pull away from Angel with a yelp. Her eyes flew to Spike's, which sparkled with desire and the slightest bit of amusement. Spike just repeated the movement and Buffy clung to him tightly with her arms and legs.

"Please... more. Harder!" Buffy begged, delirious with need.

His lovers preoccupied with each other, Angel reached for something on the nightstand and slid to the end of the bed. One of Angel's hands caressed Spike's backside, silently informing his childe of his intentions. Buffy watched Angel with interest and adjusted her position to accommodate Angel's plans. Her eyes locked with Angel as he prepared Spike's back passage for his cock. In response to the minor invasion, Spike buried his mouth in the crook of Buffy's neck and without warning, bit gently into her soft skin. The taste of her warm blood flowed over his tongue and calmed his nerves. It wasn't as if Angel fucking him was a new experience, but this particular position with Buffy was definitely new. It wasn't fear, but excitement that built the tension in his body.

"Oh god," Buffy moaned as the sensation took over her.

Angel smelled the slightest hint of blood and couldn't control himself any longer. He slammed his hips forward and entered his childe completely. Spike reacted to the sudden and powerful entry unconsciously and bit deeper into Buffy neck. She winced in pain and gasped, but pulled Spike's body closer rather than push him away.

Angel's eyes narrowed and he growled at the sight of Buffy's painful expression. "Spike," he barked in warning, immediately catching the attention of the younger man who retracted his fangs and licked gently at the wound he'd unintentionally inflicted.

"Sorry, luv," he whispered in her ear before kissing the lobe.

"It's okay," Buffy responded. "Just fuck me," she ordered tenderly.

Instead of the rocking motion she usually adopted when between them, Spike moved with Angel and drove his cock into her every time Angel entered him. It was a challenge to keep smooth, but the force of their bodies slamming into her was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. The combined energy of her lovers filled her with ever thrust and she screamed in pleasure as a sudden orgasm rocketed through her body. Buffy knew her pelvis would be bruised in the morning and the rest of her body would surely ache all over, but it was a small price for all of the pleasure. Before Spike and Angel, Buffy had no idea it was even possible to experience so much pleasure.

Still working towards his own completion, Spike continued to thrust into Buffy a few more times until he was overwhelmed by his orgasm and he filled Buffy's sore channel with his dead seed. Amazingly, Spike withdrew from Buffy slowly and rose to his hands and knees without disturbing Angel's pace. The elder vampire simply took advantage of the new position, wrapped an arm around Spike's lower body and pounded steadily into his childe.

Head lowered, Spike gritted his teeth while Angel kept his eyes glued on Buffy's face as she panted and came down from the peak. The brunette man grunted Buffy's name with every thrust, practically desperate for her to be coherent again.

As soon as she had enough sense to notice her dark lover watching her, Buffy gasped out a passionate, "For me, love." Angel didn't need to hear more than that and tensing his grip on the younger man beneath him, he slammed his hips forward several times and came deep within Spike.

Angel forced himself to pull out of Spike and he only had enough strength to collapse to the bed beside Buffy. Spike also fell forward, landing partially on top of Buffy, his face burrowed into her shoulder.

"I think I'm set for the next century...or two," Buffy said. She could feel Spike laugh in response against her skin.

After long minutes of silence passed and the three began to regain their strength, Buffy reached out to either side of her. One hand twined with Angel's while the other wove into Spike's hair.

"Thank you," she said.

Angel looked at her curiously. "What for?"

"For tonight...for everything. I had no idea you two would do anything like what you did tonight. I don't know what I could possibly do that could compare." Her eyes closed and she couldn't ignore the thoughts in her mind that led her to doubt herself.

"Don't say that," Spike replied. The sound of inadequacy that echoed in her voice really threw him. How could she think such a thing?

Angel pushed himself up so he could look directly at her. "Buffy, I don't know what you could do that *wouldn't* compare." He kissed her lips and pressed their foreheads together, ensuring that she couldn't turn away from him. "Don't ever think you don't deserve this. You *do*."

Tears began to gather in Buffy's eyes, but they were tears of happiness. "I love you guys," she said. She kissed Angel once more then turned and kissed Spike's forehead.

Spike nuzzled her shoulder and slowly inched his hand from her hip up along her side. Buffy reacted immediately to the sweet sensation of his touch and latched onto his wrist in a deadly grip.

"Spike," she warned sweetly. "If you get me all hot again, I will hurt you."

"Promise?"

"Yes," Buffy said mid-yawn. She turned on her side towards Angel and like a blanket, pulled Spike's arm around her body and drifted to sleep.

Revenge is Sweet as Chocolate

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.
Rating: NC17. M/F Sex, blood play, bondage, torturous teasing. B/A, B/S.

Spike yelped as he was unkindly awakened by something cold and wet dripping onto his bare stomach. Opening his eyes and raising his head from the pillow, he spotted Buffy in one of the most stunning outfits he'd ever seen on a woman, sitting across his thighs. A tight black corset covered in dark red lace cinched her from waist to just above her breasts, the plump flesh mounded oh-so-high and very visible with her hair pulled back. A garter belt was hidden beneath the corset but the garters were seen as they held the silk stockings on her legs. The outfit was completed by a very tiny pair of matching lace panties that tied with ribbon at her hips.

Easy removal.

But the best part, and the reason for his rude--no, pleasant, very pleasant--awakening, was the bottle of chocolate syrup held in one of her hands.

As the situation began to register in his mind, Spike noticed that his arms were raised above his head, and a slight movement confirmed his suspicion of being bound to the headboard.

With thick, metal manacles.

A glance up at his hands informed Spike that he wasn't going anywhere for a while--the chains were his and he knew for a fact that they didn't break. Another look let him know that he also wasn't alone. Beside him, Angel was in the exact same position, except that the elder vampire had yet to wake up. He always was a deep sleeper.

"Luv, what are you doing?" Spike asked, slightly nervous but also very aroused.

"Remember the other night when I promised you'd both pay for teasing me?"

Spike's eyes widened as the seriousness of her promise was realized. She wouldn't *really*... would she?

With a tilt of her head, Buffy smiled. "Payback time."

Slowly, Buffy bent forward and licked at the dribble of chocolate on Spike's abdomen. His eyes nearly crossed as he was given an even better view of her breasts coupled with the feeling of her hot tongue on him.

As she removed all traces of chocolate from his skin in several long and unnecessary strokes, one of her hands crept up Angel's thigh, over his hip and towards his chest. She was well aware of the fact that he'd been pretending to be asleep for the past few minutes, but now it was her time to play and her toys needed to be awake.

The boys had fallen asleep in nearly perfect positions on the bed together after a long night of patrolling and illicit sex at the park. Buffy had grown accustomed to their habit of sleeping the day away occasionally, and usually joined them herself. But this morning, she had much bigger plans in mind for the day. Thoughts of revenge had been stewing in her mind for over a week and with some secretive plotting and shopping, the pieces of her plan fell together perfectly.

"Ah, Buffy..." Angel gasped when her fingers twisted one his nipples.

"Took you long enough," she said.

"Baby..." Angel started to say, only to be cut off when Buffy pressed a finger against his lips.

"Shhh. No more talking unless it's in the form of...begging." Sitting upright on Spike's thighs, Buffy turned the syrup bottle over and poured a small droplet of the chocolate onto one of her fingers. With extreme slowness, she sucked the finger into her mouth and watched the lust grow in her lovers' expressions. "And no coming until you do beg for it."

Spike groaned loudly, deeply regretting his participation in their game a week ago. He should have known she'd really get them back. Of course, an unknown amount of time spent at her sexual mercy did have its perks.

"Now stay still," she commanded. Buffy began to draw patterns onto Spike's chest and stomach, paying close attention to her art. The chocolate was a perfect contrast to his light skin tone. When she was finished with her first masterpiece, Buffy capped the bottle and tossed it aside. With an evil grin directed at Spike, she began the to clean him of the chocolate with her tongue.

"Mmmm…chocolate Spike. You taste delicious, love." Every few licks, she glanced at Angel, who was watching her every move with great interest.

As Buffy pushed herself up higher on his body to reach the edge of her drawing near Spike's shoulders, she made sure to rub her damp cleft against his hardness through the sheet. She'd noticed the sheet over his waist tenting from the moment his eyes focused on her new corset but made sure to avoid any contact until the time was right.

As her lips latched onto one of his nipples, sucking away any chocolate there, her feet began the difficult task of easing the sheet lower until his cock sprang free. Adjusting her position, Buffy lowered her lace-covered sex to rub against his bared body, eliciting a long, drawn-out growl from the vampire. Her body and the lace panties were thoroughly soaked with her juices.

Looking down onto the expanse of his chest, Buffy realized that she'd finished erasing all of her drawing and frowned. Her games weren't lasting nearly as long as she had intended them to. Of course, she could always find new ways to amuse herself with the bound vampires. Moving quickly, she removed herself completely from Spike's body and crawled to Angel.

"Fucking hell, woman! Come back here!"

Buffy giggled as she settled between Angel's spread legs and reached behind her for the syrup bottle. "Now, that didn't sound like begging," Buffy responded cheekily.

Spike howled in frustration as she used his own words against him. He did *not* beg.

Humming a tune she'd made up in her head, Buffy went to work on Angel. His muscles twitched as the chocolate covered him in a sweet pattern. Buffy repeated the same actions on Angel as she had on Spike, licking away every bit of the sticky substance and making sure to touch his cock in teasing touches only. Never enough to bring either one of them to release.

"Buffy, please..."

Buffy paused, raising her body above him and glancing down at his face. "What was that? Did you want something?"

Although he'd tried to remain strong and withstand her creative and wondrous torture, Angel just couldn't take another minute of it. "Please, baby, let me in," he begged. Angel's entire body was tense with his need for her. "I want to be inside you and stay there forever. I want to fill you, make you scream my name over and over until your voice is hoarse. I want to feel you surround me, squeezing me, making me come so hard I don't think I can ever recover. Please..." Angel babbled, unable to control his body or his words.

Buffy was frozen completely as Angel spoke and kept direct eye contact with him, his words hypnotizing her. By the time he finished, she was panting and considering the idea of letting him go from the chains so he could pound into her forever.

Spike snorted from the other side of the bed. "Weak bastard."

Buffy was snapped out of her daze and gave Spike an irritated look. "No. He's smart."

Rising up high on her knees, she pulled at the strings of her panties until the bows came free and she dropped the scrap onto Spike's bare chest. Spike flinched when the soaked lace touched his flesh. Angel strained to keep control, pulling against the manacles in a hopeless attempt for freedom. Regardless of how much he was enjoying himself, he hated not being able to touch her.

Buffy giggled lightly and stretched her arms over her head before blindly lowering herself onto Angel's staff. It was like a magnetic force that kept her together with her lovers, one that couldn't be broken. Angel's back and hips arched off the bed in attempts to bury himself even deeper into her.

"So good, baby," Angel hissed almost silently.

Using her hands on his stomach to keep him still, Buffy began to slam down onto him. Tiny gasps escaped her as she built her pleasure as well as Angel's. Balancing herself with one hand, Buffy lowered the other to the location where she was joined with him. Her index finger and thumb stroked her swollen clitoris while her other fingers stretched back to brush against Angel's cock every time she pulled away from him. Angel yelped in response to the new sensation.

"Do you want to come?" she asked saucily, as if she didn't already have enough evidence to answer that question herself.

It took a moment for the question to register in Angel's brain. He was so absorbed in the sight and feel of her as she moved fluidly on top of him. "Yes, please. With you. I want to watch you."

Satisfied with his answer, Buffy focused her fingers on her own pleasure and twisted her clit harder than before.

"Yes, Angel!" Buffy shouted. She bounced her hips hard against him and twisted her clit, striving for the orgasm that had been building inside of her since she began to put her plan into effect. Ecstasy bubbled within her and clamped her inner muscles down on Angel's shaft. Her nails dug hard into his chest, unintentionally cutting into the skin.

"Buffy!" Angel howled, his whole body tensed and strained as his orgasm overtook him entirely. His body relaxed and his arms dropped lifelessly against the manacles while Buffy tumbled forward against Angel's chest, panting harshly. Time passed quickly as the two just lay together, enjoying the aftermath of their orgasms.

Buffy turned her head to face Spike and saw anger radiating from him. His cock was swollen and looked painful. But beneath that anger and pain was desire and a deep craving for whatever she had to offer him.

"Awww, poor Spike," Buffy sympathized. With a soft kiss to Angel's slack lips, Buffy slid off of the elder male and stretched out on her side between both bound vampires.

"All you have to do is beg me," she said.

Still not willing to give up in the battle, Spike bit down on his tongue and refused to admit defeat. Shrugging, Buffy's eyes sparkled with renewed inspiration and she again reached to the end of the bed for the neglected chocolate syrup bottle. The blonds made eye contact and Spike's expression darkened when her intent became clear.

"Don't you--" Spike yelped as the cool chocolate dripped onto his erection, then he scowled as Buffy smiled. Thick streams of chocolate spilled down his stiff flesh, pooling at the base. "...Dare."

Again capping the syrup, Buffy repositioned herself so her head was even with Spike's hungry-looking cock. Teasingly, she reached out with the very tip of her tongue and ran it from base to tip once before bringing the accumulated sweetness into her mouth. Spike cursed her loudly as she repeated he motion a few more times. After every touch, she pulled back and savored the sweet taste of chocolate coupled with the unique taste of Spike. Unable to take much more, Spike thrust his hips up in desperation. She obliged and sucked his rigid flesh into mouth completely.

"Fuck..."

Still, the mission still fresh in her mind, Buffy only sought to clean him of the sticky chocolate, not to give him complete sexual satisfaction like he desired. When she was confident that the task was done, she pulled back completely.

Practically delirious, Spike couldn't believe it when she pulled away. "Fuck, don't stop," he begged. "Please! I will spend eternity as your slave. Anything you want, you got it. Just no more stopping!"

Buffy grinned, satisfied with herself in reducing Spike to begging...no matter how pathetic he was at it. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Although, the slave part is worth consideration..."

Spike snarled at her and strained against the binds around his wrists, making it very clear that he could take no more. That noise of frustration sent a tingle deep down into Buffy's womb and she knew the games were over. Twisting her body around to straddle his head, she lowered her pussy over Spike's face and knew he wouldn't deny her.

With a deep breath to prepare herself, Buffy took him into her mouth again, sucking hard. She no longer had reason to tease him and instead combined the gentle caress of her hand on his balls and the touch of her tongue and lips to allow him the orgasm he desired.

As soon as Buffy's clit was within reach of Spike's mouth, he latched onto it and nipped gently, making her yell around his dick. The vibrations shredded his last hold on control, and he pulled back from her. Buffy didn't have any time to protest as she suddenly felt his fangs sink into her inner thigh. His bite sent her soaring over the edge into orgasm.

Simultaneously, Spike shot his cum into Buffy's mouth and she swallowed eagerly. She continued to caress him with her tongue, waiting for him to go soft in her mouth, but he remained hard and she finally released him from the confines of her mouth.

This was better than perfect.

After Spike pulled his fangs free and cleaned the wound of any excess blood, his head fell back to the pillow, helplessly tired. Buffy maneuvered herself off of Spike and turned around, managing not to kick him or Angel as she did so. Facing them, she stretched her legs out in the space between their bodies, leaned back on her hands, and assessed the situation. Both of her lovers were rock hard, chained to the bed, waiting patiently for her to make the next move.

"I should just keep you both here, tied up and at my mercy. I could do this forever. Have you bring me to orgasm over and over and over with your mouths, worship you with my tongue, ride you so hard until you yell out my name. But..."

The vampires glared at their lover.

No longer in the mood for her torturous game and confident that they had learned their lesson, Buffy encircled their cocks with her hands, stroking them together at the same pace and releasing them both from the remaining tension she'd built up in their bodies. Cries of her name that sounded almost coordinated shook the room as they came. Jets of their cum shot into the air and onto her hands and their stomachs.

Licking her fingers clean, Buffy scooted towards the headboard and produced a key from between her breasts. Spike and Angel were freed, but both were too spent to move. Their arms flopped lifelessly to the pillows by their heads and their heavy eyelids finally closed completely.

Buffy stretched out on her stomach between them, her eyes darting from one to the other to see which one recovered first.

"That was... That was..." Angel tried to speak a clear sentence, but his brain was refusing to cooperate with him.

Buffy scowled at him. "What? You didn't enjoy it?"

"That was incredible, luv. I never imagined--well, actually I did..." A knowing smile spread over his features.

Rolling over onto her back and stretching her arms over her head, Buffy beamed. "So I did good? This corset cost me a fortune."

"You did very good," Angel said, finally in enough control of his body to move and speak. He gently ran his hand over the patterned corset that covered her. "But now, it's our turn."

"You can't possibly..." Buffy began, a tiny bit of fear in her eyes. Angel propped himself over her, shoving her legs apart and rubbing his hardening flesh against her inner thigh. "I guess you can..." Buffy amended, surrendering.

Fever

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.
Rating: NC17. M/F Sex, blood play, teasing. B/A, B/S.

It had been almost three weeks since Buffy's fallout with her friends and watcher, but until Buffy figured out every detail of her plan to reconcile with them, she tried to focus her attention elsewhere. Quality time with Spike and Angel was keeping her sufficiently distracted and for the first time in a long while, happy. Since her friends discovered her secret relationship, Buffy decided to move in with Angel until her mother returned home. She no longer needed to pretend she was living at home for the sake of her friends and even though she still required some alone time, Buffy was much more comfortable at Angel's.

Buffy had called her mother earlier in the week and was relieved to find that Joyce was still out of the current information loop. She knew about her daughter's unique job and Angel's return but that was all Buffy wanted her to know at the time. Once her mother returned home in two weeks, Buffy would have a great deal of explaining to do. Until then though, she decided it was best to leave out the fact that she was bound to a relationship with two much older vampires. It just wasn't a conversation to be had over the phone.

After a day spent in bed watching movies, the three destined lovers had set out on patrol that night, hoping to avoid a run-in with Buffy's friends and any unusual nasties. They were spared the awkwardness of running into the Scooby Gang, but the demonic underworld had no intention of letting the Slayer and her lovers experience any peace.

A small Reelo demon launched itself onto Buffy's back just as she was about to slaughter one of its mates. Reaching back over her shoulder, Buffy grabbed the demon and flung it over her head.

"Catch!"

"I don't want him," Spike responded, catching the Reelo demon by two of its arms and holding it as far away from his body as possible. Buffy raised her sword and sliced cleanly through the demon's neck, effectively beheading the creature and coating Spike in a bright orange substance.

The head rolled onto the ground and spewed orange goo for several seconds before dissolving along with the body. "Okay, that was gross," Buffy observed.

"You're not wearing his insides," Spike groused and tried to brush off the goo that coated his shirt.

Biting back a laugh, Buffy looked at him apologetically. "Sorry lover."

Knowing she didn't really mean it, Spike didn't respond; he just glared at the hint of a smile on her face. "Are we done here yet?"

"I think that was the entire nest," Angel said as he approached with an orange covered sword of his own. "They usually only live in packs of six."

"Here's hoping there's only one pack," Buffy said. Hot from the local temperature and her recent battle, Buffy's skin was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration and despite her strength, her sword started to slip from her sweaty hands. "What is with this heat?" she wondered aloud, trying to keep from loosing her hold on the weapon.

Spike smiled and took the heavy sword out of Buffy's hands. "This is *Sunny*-dale, love."

"Easy for you to say, you're dead," Buffy pouted.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Angel leaned close and offered a solution to her problem. "How about we take you home and cool you off?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of you two getting me off..."

"That could end up being a side effect of our plans," Angel replied and smirked as Buffy's eyes lit up with interest.

* * * *

Spike and Angel remained true to their promise. As soon as they hit the front porch, Spike swept her up into his arms and carried her over the threshold and upstairs to the master bedroom they all shared when Buffy stayed with them. Buffy sat back against the headboard and watched as the two of them sensuously stripped off their clothes for her and when they were done, they looked to her.

Wanting to return the favor, Buffy rose up on her knees and started to unbutton her navy blue shirt. The males watched with hungry looks in their eyes, each fighting the urge to rush to her and rip her clothes off for her. Once the buttons were undone on her shirt, Buffy removed it and then her bra, throwing both in the direction of her lovers.

She crooked a finger at them and like wild predators they proceeded towards her. Spike wrapped her up in his arms and arched her back against the bed. Before he got too comfortable on top of her, Buffy maneuvered her legs so they weren't so awkwardly bent underneath her. She pulled Spike's mouth down to hers and drew her legs up and around his back, needing to feel him close.

Spike's hand found its way under her skirt and between her legs and he groaned when he encountered her wet flesh instead of panties. "No panties? On patrol--" Spike babbled and stared wide-eyed at her, stunned by the fact that she had patrolled with them for hours, fighting demons and vampires and all without anything under her skirt.

"Not my fault you two didn't notice. I had big plans of fucking you both senseless in the park, but did you notice? Noooo..."

Spike was torn between regret because he'd missed out on her special plans and anger at the thought of all the demons that could have gotten a free show from his lover. As usual, the appeal of her warm, welcoming body, diluted his anger and as regret won over, he became concerned only with satisfying the woman lying practically naked beneath him. "Gonna have a lot to make up for, then."

"You bet you do. Get to work, mister," Buffy ordered.

"You're asking for it," he warned, but before the words were even out of his mouth, he had slammed his cock forward and into her waiting body, making her yell out in surprise and lift her hips up against him.

"YES!"

Spike lowered his head to one of Buffy's breasts and bit down gently on one rosy nipple as he pulled his hips back and thrust again slowly. Buffy cradled his head against her chest and threw her head back against the pillow. While Spike sucked one breast into his mouth, Angel leaned forward and kissed her slack mouth. It took a couple of seconds for his actions to register, but Buffy quickly moved one hand from the back of Spike's head to Angel and deepened the kiss.

Spike continued to pound his pelvis against Buffy's with deep, hard thrusts and shifted so he was suckling her other nipple. He raised one hand to her neglected breast and wormed his other arm under her hips to arch her closer to him. Overwhelmed with sensation, Buffy clutched at both males and moaned, silently wishing that they'd never stop what they were doing to her.

The readjustment of their position allowed Buffy's clitoris to hit against Spike's pubic bone every time their bodies collided. That coupled with his cock stretching her completely, his mouth and hand on her breast, and Angel's tongue dancing around in her mouth was quickly propelling Buffy to a spectacular peak.

Spike moaned as Buffy's muscles fluttered and contracted around him and he sped up his movements. She cried out into Angel's mouth and squeezed her legs around Spike's hips as she came. Angel drew back and let Buffy catch her breath as Spike gave in and released himself into Buffy's warm depths with a soft moan of pleasure.

Angel and Spike made love to her repeatedly, pausing only to cool her body with their unnaturally cold mouths. Buffy lost count of how many times they had brought her to orgasm and it seemed as if her body just couldn't get enough. The pleasure they brought to her seemed endless. Every time, she just wanted more and her vampires were more than happy to satisfy her needs. They always knew just how to touch her and how she would react.

As the sound of Buffy's heaving breath penetrated the otherwise silent air, a wicked idea popped into Spike's head and he flew off the bed and out of the room with a mumbled, "Be right back."

"Where's he going?" Buffy asked Angel, rolling over to snuggle into his side.

"Who cares?" Angel replied playfully as he moved on top of her and lowered his mouth to the vast space of skin between her breasts.

"Oh!" Buffy cried out, the fire in the pit of her belly igniting again.

"Always wet for us, hmm?" Angel observed, recognizing her shock as her overworked body responded to him again. He used the tip of his tongue to trace patterns across her chest while he waited for her answer.

"Always. I always want more... Need more..." She gasped sharply as his teeth gently clamped down on one of her nipples and his cock hardened again against her inner thigh. She had almost forgotten about Spike until he returned to the bedroom and made enough noise to distract Angel from what he was doing to her breasts.

Buffy looked over at him, irritated, but Spike just stood there with a tray of ice cubes in his hands and a mischievous look on his face.

* * * *

"Oh god..." Buffy moaned into her pillow and tightened her hands around the bars of the headboard. Angel chuckled against her ear and let his fingertips dance along the length of her spine. She growled at his amusement and turned blazing eyes on him. "Please...stop teasing," she begged and tried to kick her feet up in frustration.

Spike prevented her from that though with his hands holding her ankles firmly to the bed as he used his mouth to guide an ice cube gently over the back of her leg.

"I thought you wanted this, love?" Angel asked, kissing her shoulder.

"I wanted to be fucked, not tortured!" Buffy whined. Spike gently slipped an ice cube between her parted legs and ran it over her swollen lips. In response, Buffy bit into the pillow beneath her head and screamed. She wiggled back against Spike's hands and the frozen water he was using to torment her, but the males managed to stop her every time from finding completion.

As Angel moved her hair and kissed the back of her neck, Spike returned to trailing ice cubes up and down her legs, ass, and lower back. His mouth busy gliding the ice cube over her skin, Spike eased one hand back to Buffy's wet core and started to tease her more with his bare hand. He easily slid two fingers into her and began to pump and twist the fingers into her wet passage. Buffy squealed and began to mutter a mass of insults and curses directed at her supposed lovers. Even though she knew the orgasms she experienced after being subjected to their twisted ideas of foreplay were unbelievable, that was a truth she was unable to understand in her current state.

Spike suddenly stopped everything he was doing and sat back on his heels. Outraged by the loss of contact, Buffy let go of the headboard and tried to twist around to face her lovers. It was one thing to drive her insane with their constant touch, but stopping was not an acceptable option.

"Ah, ah, ah," Angel scolded, grabbing her hands and putting them back around the bars, preventing her from changing her position. "Don't let go."

"Then...don't...stop," Buffy gasped. Both males chuckled at her impatient response. Spike plucked another ice cube from the tray and lowered it to Buffy's inner thigh. Goosebumps rose on her soft flesh as the chilled block was moved from her knee to the very edge of her intimate center. Spike repeated the same movement on her other leg before answering her silent plea by moving the ice to her core again. Buffy shook from a combination of desire and cold as the ice melted quickly against her heat. Once the cube disappeared completely, Spike lifted Buffy's hips slightly so he could lap at the water combined with Buffy's unique moisture. She wiggled and pleaded with him as she tried to rise up to her knees, but Spike held her still.

No longer interested in letting his childe have all the fun, Angel reached for the last ice cube in the tray. Starting with her upraised arms, he dragged the small block of ice from her wrist to shoulder and then to the heated skin of her neck. Buffy moaned softly as Angel's soothing efforts countered the pleasurable agony Spike was inflicting on her lower body. He raised the cube above her body and dripped a path of ice water down her back then lowered the ice to the base of her spine and dragged it slowly back up towards her shoulders.

Then, Angel somehow managed to force air onto her wet skin, making Buffy yelp and shake. Near tears, she squeezed her hands painfully around the headboard bars and pleaded, "Please, make me come."

Confident that they had teased her enough, Angel and Spike glanced at each other with predatory smiles on their lips. Holding Buffy to the bed, they released their demons and swooped down on her. Angel bit into Buffy's shoulder as Spike bit into the back of her hip and Buffy screamed as pleasure swamped her.

* * * * * *

Buffy moaned softly as she tossed and turned in her sleep, kicking at the covers on top of her. Her lovers had kept her occupied and cool for hours, until she was so limp and exhausted, she could hardly move. Still, she couldn't sleep comfortably in the strange Sunnydale heat or without Spike in bed with her. He had snuck out of the house nearly a half-hour before to hunt alone before the sun rose. Spike made a weekly habit out of the solo hunting and Buffy was learning to accept the powerful desires of his demon. He promised early on in their relationship that he would hunt and not kill as long as Angel and Buffy continued to provide him with a source of human blood. Still, she had grown so accustomed to sleeping with both of her lovers and it was difficult for her to sleep any other way.

Sweat began to build on Buffy's body and she rolled towards Angel and the coolness that seemed to radiate from his body. Angel slept soundly as she unconsciously rolled on top of him.

"Fuck, it's so hot..." she whimpered against his chest and tried to pull his arms around her.

Angel came awake as Buffy's lips brushed against his chest and she squirmed above him. "Buffy? You okay, baby?"

"So hot, so hot..." She babbled and continued to move on top of him in attempts at cooling every inch of her skin at once. For the most part, she was asleep, but her body craved close contact with her vampires. Angel frowned down at her and then a growl built in the back of his throat as she moved against him. Although she was too far lost in sleep to plan it, she still managed to arouse Angel's body with her unintentionally erotic wiggling.

"Buffy, wake up, baby," Angel said as he rubbed his hands up and down her back.

"You're cold..." Buffy observed as she started to wake from his touch and soothing voice. Feeling his erection stir against her inner thigh, Buffy began to purposely move her hips against him. "Feels so good," she whispered, rising up enough to slip a hand between her legs. With practiced ease, she guided his cock to her entrance and sank down on him with a grateful sigh. She flattened her body against him as much as was humanly possible and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

A long minute passed, but Buffy wasn't moving. Angel panted needlessly, trying to force his body under control. "Um, Buffy?"

"Mmm?" she replied through her sleepy haze.

"You just going to sleep like this?" He tried not to sound too desperate, but he wasn't exactly in full control of himself with her surrounding his staff with her powerful inner-muscles and her breasts smashed against his chest.

"Mmm-hmmm." Her body cooled off significantly with him against her and inside of her, she was much too comfortable to move.

Angel couldn't help but chuckle a little. He wasn't sure if she was awake and teasing him on purpose or if she was honestly too caught up in sleep to realize what she was saying or doing. "Not that I mind you being this close, but you're killing me, baby."

"Don't wanna move."

Gritting his teeth against the demand from his body to roll her over and make love to her, he ran one hand over the back of her neck and around to feel her forehead.

"Shit, Buffy, you're burning up."

His concerned voice finally broke through the barrier of sleep and Buffy came almost fully awake. "I'm fine. You just feel good like this," she said, trying to calm him down as she snuggled closer to him. Physically and mentally exhausted, Buffy's ability to think was reduced to the bare minimum. As far as her body was concerned, she was hot and Angel possessed the cold that eased her discomfort. Hoping her brief explanation would satisfy him, Buffy placed a quick kiss to his collarbone and tried to sleep again.

"Playing without me, I see," Spike said from the doorway.

"Come over here," Angel directed almost immediately after his childe came into view. His voice was practically silent, but it was loud enough for Spike's ears to hear. The older man cradled Buffy's head against his shoulder and gently rolled their bodies together so they were both on their sides. Spike frowned at Angel's tone, but without further instruction, he shed his clothes and climbed into bed behind Buffy.

Buffy sighed as Spike's coolness covered her back and she arched against him for maximum contact. Spike had many questions, but he kept them to himself and trusted Angel to know what he was doing. He knew something was wrong; he knew Buffy felt unnaturally hot and that worried Angel, but still he said nothing.

"Mmmm....much better," Buffy sighed and drifted back to sleep in the cool comfort of her lovers' arms.

Angel just wrapped his arms around Spike and pulled all three of their bodies tightly together. His lust was squashed by the frightening reality that something could actually be wrong with Buffy. The rational part of his mind told him she was fine, but a paper cut would worry him. He finally had the woman he loved and his treasured childe with no obstacles keeping them apart, but without knowing how much time they had left together...he couldn't take anything for granted.

Slippery When Wet

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.
Rating: NC17. M/F Sex, M/M/F interaction, blood play. B/A, B/S, B/A/S.

* * * *

A Few Days Later...

* * * *

Buffy took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she stared at the large doors in front of her. She didn't remember them ever looking so intimidating before.

She felt as if she had used up all of her courage getting out of the house and leaving her lovers behind. They had fought her decision to leave during the day without them for hours, it seemed. Both were still concerned about her health after her strange reaction to the heat wave, and neither liked the idea of her confronting her friends alone, but Buffy was determined. She knew she had to do this alone and in the end, Spike and Angel realized that too, no matter how much they hated the thought of her friends upsetting her when they couldn't be there to rip their heads off.

Steeling herself against her own personal demons and whatever awaited her on the other side of the doors, Buffy took the necessary step forward and pushed the doors open.

"You're not welcome here," Xander said once Buffy entered the library.

She flinched at the harshness of the voice that she once knew to be so comforting. Fighting the emotion threatening to burst from inside, Buffy reminded herself of her purpose.

"I'm not staying," she began in as strong a voice as she could manage. "I just need to say something and then I'm gone. I think I deserve that much."

Xander opened his mouth as if to protest to her assumed rights, but didn't utter a syllable after the glare Willow shot his way.

"What do you have to say, Buffy?" Willow asked. She was as upset as the rest of them, but her intuition warned her that there was more to the story than they knew.

Giles stepped from his office as soon as he heard Buffy's voice, but he wasn't sure what to say to her. Instead, he just looked towards Buffy in a silent request for her to say what she had to say.

Hugging the book she held close to her chest, Buffy let her eyes dart from Xander to Willow and to Giles before she began to speak. "What I'm doing with my life right now, it's out of my control. Spike, Angel and I--" Buffy paused for a second, making sure she wasn't going to say something to make matters worse. "You have no idea what we're going through. We didn't decide to end up like this. We never had a choice, but we're dealing and we're happy together. You may not believe it, but I do love them and they love me."

To her surprise, the entire gang refrained from responding. They all just looked at her with seemingly sympathetic expressions, but none uttered a syllable. A part of Buffy took their silent response to her words as a sign of her failure. Her heart ached at the thought that she was doing this for nothing and that she might never get her friends back.

"This book explains everything. Please, just read it. I hope you'll change your minds once you know the truth. Angel's number is on a card inside the book. I can be reached there." Carefully dropping the book onto the table her friends sat at, Buffy turned quickly and headed for the doors.

Pausing just before the exit she closed her eyes and spoke just loud enough for the others to hear her. "I miss you guys."

* * * *

Buffy spent the entire walk home corralling her emotions and fighting an onslaught of tears. She knew the sight of her tears would only stir up questions from her lovers and she just wanted to crawl back into bed with them and stop thinking about her future. The present was painful enough without dragging in thoughts of what was to come.

Spike and Angel had been anxiously awaiting her return and both were sitting at the top of the stairs when she walked in the front door. Closing the door quickly to block out the sunlight, she smiled up at their concerned looks. As Buffy ascended the stairs towards them, she warded off their questions with a quick explanation about her meeting going as planned. She stepped between them and headed for their bedroom, asking over her shoulder, "Will one of you please come make love to me now?"

Unable to refuse *that* request, both chased after her.

Hours later, the sun began to set and Buffy suggested they go downstairs to watch a movie while she took a bath alone. Unaware of Buffy's real intentions, the males dressed and left her to have some alone time.

In the bathroom, Buffy ran the water in the tub, but the water was merely for a sound effect. Her actual plans involved both of her lovers and the much-more spacious pool in the backyard. Although the lengthy experience and endurance of her lovers ensured that she had been introduced to countless new sexual acts in more positions and locations than Buffy ever thought possible, the pool was one obvious location they had yet to play in.

She wasn't sure why they had forgotten about it, but she intended to remedy the little oversight.

Buffy finally turned off the water in the tub and used the supposed "soaking" time to freshen up. She wanted to waste as much time as possible to make sure her lovers didn't suspect anything until the right moment. If she emerged from the bathroom five minutes after entering, surely they would know she was up to something. This particular operation required proper timing and hopefully the end result would be worth the wait.

* * * * *

More than half an hour after she had sent them away, Buffy entered the living room wearing her long, black, silk robe, but she failed to draw the attention of her lovers from the movie they were watching on the television.

"I'm going out to the pool for a quick swim. I'll be back in a bit." Opening the French doors that led out to the backyard and swimming pool, Buffy smiled to herself and decided to leave the doors open.

Dropping her towel onto one of the pool chairs and stepping out of her shoes, Buffy proceeded towards the edge of the pool, untying the belt holding her robe closed as she went.

Out of the corner of his eye, Spike saw Buffy as she slowly removed the robe from her body. His head turned to follow her and his attention was fully captured when the black silk hit the pavement, leaving Buffy completely naked. With a combination of slayer and feminine grace, she dove into the water and out of his view.

"Fuck. That little tease!"

Angel looked over the back of the couch and narrowed his eyes at the discarded robe and seemingly nude silhouette of their lover in the pool. "I think that's exactly what we should do."

Both men jumped to their feet and sped towards the outdoors, each trying to get ahead of the other as they flung clothes in all directions. Buffy was waiting for them in the middle of the pool, a pleased look upon her face. Spike finished undressing first and leapt into the pool, while Angel gave up on trying to win the race.

"Took you guys long enough."

Spike narrowed his eyes at her as he moved towards her. "You like playing with fire, don't you."

"Well, I was just thinking that since we've been um...living here, we've christened every part of the house but the pool."

Spike smiled wickedly. "We should fix that right away."

Buffy waded over to Spike's open embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and smashing her lips to his. Spike held her close while he plundered her mouth then moved his hands down over her ass and down around the backs of her thighs to bring her legs up and around his body. Angel watched for a moment as his lovers' tongues probed for tonsils, increasing his desire for them both. His wandering eyes spotted her robe on the pool deck and the length of silk used as the belt drew his attention.

He smiled as an idea invaded his mind and he picked up the fabric before jumping into the pool with his lovers. Spike continued to keep Buffy occupied, the blonds kissing and touching like a couple of horny teenagers. Only one of them could actually use the excuse of really being a horny teenager.

Angel brushed a gentle hand across Buffy's shoulders, sweeping her wet and tangled hair away from her face. She seemed oblivious to his actions and hardly reacted as the long piece of silk was placed over her eyes and tied at the back of her head. Angel started to pry one of Spike's hands off of Buffy's body, earning a warning snarl from the younger vampire. Angel's persistence finally made Spike break the kiss, but once he noticed the silk around Buffy's head, he became very interested in what Angel had planned.

"What are you up to?" Buffy asked. A hand reached up to feel silk covering her eyes, effectively blinding her, but she made no move to remove it. An incredible trust had developed between her and her vampires; she couldn't force herself to really feel threatened by them anymore.

"Trust us. Just feel," Angel directed. He pulled her body off of Spike and held on to her until her feet were able to balance on the bottom of the pool. She stood at a depth where the water hit her just below her breasts.

With her vision blocked, Buffy's other senses became incredibly aware of her surroundings. The quite sloshing of water and her heavy breathing echoed in her ears as she waiting for one of them to touch her. For what seemed like an eternity, she stood there alone, naked and blindfolded, exposed and unaware of just what her lovers had in store for her.

There were no unusual sounds and no indication that either of her lovers were moving at all. The thought that they had just left her there suddenly rose in Buffy's mind and she felt tempted to remove the blindfold and see if her suspicions were true. Before she could fully weigh that option in her mind, something brushed against the juncture of her thighs.

Crying out, Buffy nearly lost her balance at the sudden and intimate touch. A repeat of the first action, a bit harder than second time alerted Buffy to the fact that either Spike or Angel was under the water--thankfully not having any need for breath--touching her ever-so-erotically with their tongue and nothing else.

Her pleasure built with the each lick and firm touch, her breath and heart rate raising to nearly unhealthy levels. The water coupled with the sweet pressure on her sensitive flesh and her inability to see was so much...

Without warning, the contact ceased and Buffy was left hanging on the edge of what promised to be an incredible orgasm. Frustrated, she screamed out at the vampires before catching herself and realizing it probably wasn't a wise idea to scream outside where all of her neighbors could hear and call the police.

Regaining some of her composure, Buffy took a deep breath before whispering to them in a harsh tone, "Don't leave me."

Two low chuckles answered her weak threat, but they seemed so far away.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Angel asked.

"We're yours...for eternity. We can't leave you," Spike supplied and then placed a quick kiss on Buffy's lips.

A light wind blew, making Buffy shiver and her already-erect nipples harden more. A quiet wave of water signaled that one of the guys was moving closer, but Buffy was unable to tell which one or just how close they were. "Stay still," Angel whispered directly into Buffy's ear. She shivered more, but not because of the cold.

"Please..."

Two wet fingers enclosed one of her nipples, applying gentle pressure to the erect nubbin of flesh. Buffy jerked slightly, but tried desperately to keep in control of her body's reaction, even when the fingers pulled away. Seconds later, a light sweep of fingertips moved across one hipbone, eliciting a gasp from Buffy's lips.

Her legs widened to keep her balance and she was pleasantly rewarded when two fingers slipped between her legs and entered her core. With a gasp, Buffy rose high on her toes and her arms splashed about as she tried to regain her balance. Large hands grasped her shoulders to keep her from falling over and Buffy relaxed.

Although she couldn't see them, she finally figured out that Angel was supporting her from behind while Spike's fingers stroked the flesh between her legs. Spike expertly directed her to orgasm with his hand while watching her face respond to his actions. Her mouth was slightly agape, her cheeks flushed and although he couldn't see her eyes, Spike suspected her expressive green eyes were wide open beneath the silk, desperately seeking sight of her lovers as they brought her to the edge.

A long broken whimper escaped Buffy as her muscles clamped down on Spike's fingers and she came.

Before her orgasm finished rolling through her body, Spike lifted her, pulled her legs around his hips and dropped her down on his cock. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes flew wide open beneath the blindfold. The sensation of being filled by one of her lovers was usually shock enough for her, but the inability to see them made it all the more intense.

"Let me see you," Buffy begged desperately. In response, the blindfold was removed and Buffy locked eyes with Spike as they held each other close.

Buffy rose and fell on Spike's cock in a perfect tempo, staring intently into Spike's eyes. Angel kissed across her back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, as one hand caressed the muscles of her lower back and the other casually reached beneath her and firmly cupped Spike's sac. Completely unprepared for the contact, Spike howled and thrust his hips forward into Buffy and against his sire's hand.

Spike grunted and tensed and suddenly, his plans of drawn-out love making in the pool with Buffy were tossed aside as pleasure shot straight to his groin where Angel was expertly forced the younger man's orgasm.

"Fuck!" Spike howled up to the night sky when his orgasm struck quick, his fingers digging into Buffy's hips as he held her flush against his body and spilled himself into her depths. Drained physically and mentally, Spike slipped from Buffy's body and loosened his grip on her.

As the intimate contact was broken between them, Buffy wailed in frustration, her orgasm denied seconds before it would have hit. Shaking, she clung to Spike's shoulders and called out his name, but Spike was oblivious. The unexpected combination of Buffy's heat and Angel's talented fingers left Spike unbelievably weakened.

"Oh please, please, please, please..." Buffy cried out loudly.

"Shhh, you'll disturb the neighbors," Angel warned. Before Spike could come back to his senses, Angel pried Buffy off of the younger vampire and pulled her into his own arms. Clutching her close, Angel took a couple of steps until Buffy's back was up against one wall of the pool. Using one arm to protect her delicate back from the rough pool deck, Angel angled her hips with the other and guided his cock into her slick and needy entrance.

Buffy pulled on his head until she could reach his lips and kiss him hard, grateful for the contact. Angel returned the kiss and drove into her as fast and hard as he could in the water. His supernatural strength proved to work to his advantage, but the water was still an obstacle.

Already so close to orgasm, it was a matter of seconds before Buffy came with a muffled scream. Still, Angel didn't stop or slow his movements as he renewed her desire almost immediately and continued to strive for his own pleasure. Buffy encouraged his wonderful assault by digging her fingernails into his shoulders and moaning loudly into the seemingly endless kiss they were sharing.

Angel growled possessively as two more hands joined Buffy's on his shoulder and a fully recovered Spike stepped up behind his sire.

"Didn't think I'd go away that easily, did you?"

"Yes," Angel answered against Buffy's mouth.

Buffy pried her lips away from Angel's reluctantly but continued to rise and fall on his cock. "Hey, there's enough of me for both of you," she announced to end their pointless bantering before grabbing Angel's head and pulling him back into her kiss.

With Angel sufficiently distracted by Buffy, Spike smiled evilly and decided to exact his own version of revenge. He dropped his hands beneath the water to rest on Buffy's knees and pulled himself close enough so that his rising erection rubbed against Angel's backside. Spike's hips began to move at the same tempo as Angel's while the blond latched his lips onto the crook of his sire's neck. Angel growled again, but this time it was in appreciation of Spike's pleasure-inducing actions.

Hearing the telltale moans of Buffy's impending orgasm, Spike changed tactics, let his fangs drop and bit hard into Angel's neck. With a cry of complete shock, Angel slammed his hips against Buffy and came uncontrollably inside of her. Spike sucked gently on the bite and savored the potent taste of the blood while he thrust hard against Angel's ass in order to bring on his own orgasm. Buffy threw her head back and moaned as she joined both of her lovers in an amazing orgasm.

* * * * *

After thoroughly christening the pool, the three lovers retreated indoors to the bathroom to rinse the pool water from their bodies. Buffy sighed as she ducked her head under the steaming hot spray and brought the slightest bit of relief to aching body. It was the most pleasant kind of ache, but the water was just as much of a relief.

Spike stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, but instead of doing what Buffy expected him to do, he swung her out from under the water and claimed it for himself.

"Hey!" Buffy pouted.

"Vampires need to get cleaned too," he explained, trying to ignore one of her more powerful weapons: the pouty look.

"You couldn't have waited a few seconds for your turn?"

"Not enough patience, love."

Buffy just crossed her arms under her naked breasts and stuck her lower lip out. She wasn't really upset with him, but since she never really fought with her lovers about legitimate things, playful bickering between them was a necessary part of their relationship. It continuously refreshed their bond and gave them an unnecessary excuse for make-up sex.

"He has a point, Buffy," Angel said. Chuckling at both of his lovers, he shoved Spike out from under the spray and quickly rinsed himself off.

"C'mere," Buffy directed to Spike as she reached for the body wash on the ledge.

Weary of her mood, Spike looked at her playfully. "Why?"

Buffy arched a brow as he questioned her. "Because... I want to wash every inch of your body with my bare hands."

Spike swallowed hard and smiled. "In that case, I'm all yours."

"As it should be," Buffy replied proudly. "Now, come here and turn around." This time, Spike obeyed and spun on his heels as Buffy poured some of the liquid soap into her hand and began to lather it up. She started at his shoulders, massaging the muscles there before slowly working her way down his back. Spike groaned quietly as she managed to relax his muscles and stir his cock to life again at the same time.

Behind her, Angel took advantage of the situation, reached for the body wash, and began to mimic every thing she did to Spike on her own body. Soon, both blonds were moaning in sync and Angel grinned. Buffy spent several long minutes rubbing Spike's shoulders then eased her hands down his back with her thumbs firmly tracing slippery circles over his spine. Almost miraculously, Buffy covered Spike from his neck to his ass with soap while maintaining her composure as Angel did the exact same thing to her.

"Turn around again," she instructed quietly and Spike again listened to her.

Using her already soapy hands, Buffy began to rub Spike's shoulders again, this time from the front and then ran her hands down his chest. Her eyes rolled back a bit as Angel's hands continued to work on her body and his lips joined the effort by grazing over her neck. From behind her, his large hands cupped her breasts and his fingers gently brushed over the sensitive tips before sliding down her stomach. Although she wanted Angel to continue caressing her the way he was, there was more of Spike's body that she hadn't explored yet. Her hands slipped further down Spike stomach, running over each bump and crevice of his muscular abdomen, but stopping before reaching her ultimate target.

Buffy tugged Spike under the spray and rinsed the remaining soap bubbles from his skin. Pulling away from Angel's mouth, she leaned forward and started to place gentle kisses along Spike's chest. His hands wrapped gently around her upper arms as she lashed one of his nipples with her tongue. Using his body for balance, Buffy kissed, nipped and sucked at Spike's abdomen as she lowered herself to her knees. Spike looked down at her with wide eyes as she brought her mouth painfully close to his erection.

"Do you realize how sexy you are soaking wet? Makes me want to--" Buffy ran her tongue from the base of Spike's cock to the tip then glanced back up at him through her eyelashes, feigning innocence. Something about the way she looked at him with such desire in her eyes touched a part of him inside that nothing else every seemed to reach. He never really knew what it felt like to have someone express to him such powerful emotion until she came into his life.

"Oh hell Buffy... please," he rasped.

Angel stood back and watched as Buffy single-handedly reduced Spike to a begging pile of wet, vampire mush simply with the promise of her lips on his dick. It didn't matter that they had sex in the pool only a short while ago, the three of them were eternally horny for each other.

Angel couldn't help but smile at the look on Spike's face and the tension that was evident in the younger man's muscles. Buffy slowly sucked Spike's cock into her mouth and with a loud groan, Spike threw his head back and fought to keep from thrusting his hips against her. He knew exactly who was in control of this particular situation and he didn't mind one bit that it wasn't him.

For a vampire whose name and reputation struck fear into demons across the world, Spike certainly was easily manipulated by a talented mouth. Not that Angel could admit that he wouldn't be responding exactly the same way as his childe, but it was no less amusing to watch.

Buffy let her teeth scrape along Spike's cock as she pulled away and he let out a shout. Chuckling, Angel stepped forward and captured Spike's lips in a forceful kiss.

Glancing up, Buffy saw her lovers kissing passionately and smiled. Her hands reached for Spike's cock again and she guided it back to her mouth. This time though, it was not just to tease. With a conscious effort to control her gag reflex, Buffy took his cock down her throat and sucked hard. Swallowing around the head, she made Spike cry out in surprise against Angel's mouth. Holding his hips still with her hands, Buffy bobbed her head back and forth, pulling back and taking him in again and again.

Spike caressed Buffy's hair with one hand as pressure built in his balls, silently warning her. She brushed his hand away, enjoying her control over him far too much to let him take any part of it away, and sucked harder. With a vicious howl into his sire's mouth, Spike came into Buffy's and she enthusiastically swallowed his emissions without losing a drop.

Empowered by the response she'd evoked from her lover, Buffy rose gracefully to her feet and quickly found herself wrapped up in Angel's arms. Locking eyes with Spike, Buffy grinned at the look on his face and the way he was leaning against the shower wall for support.

"You liked that, didn't you?"

Before Spike could respond with sarcasm, Angel dipped his fingers between Buffy's legs, finding her swollen and sensitive to his touch. "You liked it, too," he declared. Buffy hissed in pain has he caressed her wet, overused flesh.

Sighing as he realized Buffy was too sore for anything further, he continued to hold her close but reached for the faucet. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

"No!" Buffy said when she realized what he was trying to do. She intercepted his arm and stopped him from turning the water off, worried that her words alone were not enough. "I can't sleep like this," she confessed desperately.

Angel hated the idea of denying her, but he hated the idea of hurting her more. "We'll hurt you..." he admitted, knowing she was already aware of that.

Buffy tugged on the wrist she held and tried to pull it back towards her throbbing center, but Angel was too strong for her at the moment. "I don't care. Fuck me," she practically begged.

Angel leaned down and placed a hard kiss against her neck. "You will."

She knew he was right. She knew her body couldn't take anymore, but that didn't stop it from wanting more. The feel of his lips against her introduced another solution to her nearly painful problem. "Then bite me," she suggested.

"You sure?" Angel questioned.

Buffy stomped her foot on the tile floor. "Yes, damn it!"

Angel smiled at her impatience and reached around Buffy to grab a handful of Spike's hair and pull him close. "You heard the lady."

A combination of soft laughter and hungry growls echoed in the confines of the shower as Angel tiled his head to one side of Buffy's neck and Spike mimicked the action on the opposite side. The vampires bit softly and simultaneously into her soft flesh, causing her to whimper in pleasure and pain. Once the initial pinch of the bites was subdued by pleasure, she reached one arm around Spike's hips and the other behind her to grab Angel's ass, pulling them both hard against her lower body.

"Oh..." Buffy gasped as an ache began to build in her stomach and her body temperature rose quickly. Her lovers drank from her slowly and with such tenderness, no thoughts of fear could even enter into her mind. Her orgasm struck suddenly, knocking all thoughts from her mind and making her surge against Spike's rising erection that poked against her belly.

As soon as they sensed her orgasm, both vampires stopped feeding and simply licked at the wounds they had inflicted. By the time the waves of pleasure rolled off of her, the bleeding had stopped.

"Oh my god," Buffy panted and leaned forward against the support of Spike's hard body.

"Don't you mean 'gods'? There are two of us, after all," Spike asked with a smile he just couldn't resist.

"I'd hit you, but I don't have the strength," Buffy said.

Angel reached out to touch Buffy's shoulder as her breathing quickened and she struggled to hold Spike close. "You okay, baby?"

Buffy's eyelids felt heavy and her body felt like it was slowly being engulfed by fire. "Yeah. I'm just so hot..."

"I though you liked the water this hot," Spike laughed and reached behind him to adjust the tap.

Buffy swayed on her feet. She knew they hadn't taken much of her blood, but still she felt as weak as if she was almost completely drained. "I think...something's wrong," she gasped out before her legs gave out and she fainted.

The Fire Within

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.
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."

Angel chuckled and propelled himself over Buffy's form so he could sleep on her other side. "Can't wait, love."

The Awakening

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.
Rating: NC17. M/F sex. B/A, B/S.

Buffy slept soundly as the early morning sun glowed a soft golden around the edges of the heavy red drapes that protected the room and her vampire lovers from the deadly rays. Exhausted and sore from her activities two days before, Buffy had wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with Spike and Angel. Her lovers had been more than willing to please her and had slept by her side, leaving her only long enough to feed downstairs. Both could put their sexual desires on hold for as long as necessary, but the temptation posed by Buffy's warm blood was too strong for them to risk losing control over. Angel and Spike had left her at sunrise that day, both hoping she would be ready to wake after sleeping for nearly two days. They didn't want to rush her, but they didn't want to let her sleep forever either.

From the doorway, Angel watched her sleep with an expression of pure contentment secured over his features. Carefully avoiding the darts of light that littered the floor, he silently crawled into the bed and arranged himself on his side, facing Buffy. Intending to finally wake her from her peaceful slumber, he reached under the sheet and pressed his cool hand under her tank top and against her warm stomach. Without so much as opening her eyes, Buffy suddenly took his questing hand in hers and boldly relocated it between her spread legs.

Smiling to himself, Angel answered her silent request and skillfully dipped his fingers beneath her panties and into her moistening folds. He had sensed that she was more awake than she seemed, but he enjoyed waking her like this too much to ruin it. Tentatively, he gently slid one finger inside of her body, testing her previously overused flesh. Instead of a gasp of pain, Buffy moaned and arched into his touch.

"Good morning, my love," Angel whispered to her.

"Morning," Buffy answered him.

"All better?" he asked softly, his lips against her earlobe.

"Mmm-hmm," Buffy hummed. Her eyes remained closed and her body still as she refused to completely wake for him.

Satisfied with that answer, Angel repositioned his thumb over her clit and rubbed gentle circles. Another finger slid effortlessly into her body and Angel began to pump his fingers against Buffy's lightly bouncing hips.

Rolling her head back into the pillow, Buffy moaned deeply. "Mmm, where'd you learn how to touch a woman like that?"

"You don't want to know."

Buffy's eyes connected with his for a brief moment and saw a flicker of humor in his eyes. "Yeah, you're right... but don't stop."

"No chance of that happening," Angel assured her as he removed his sweat pants and Buffy's panties before carefully moving between her legs while never disturbing the movement of his hand. Fluidly, he traded his fingers for the head of his cock and kissed Buffy's lips gently as he slid all the way into her. She whimpered into his mouth, but grabbed at his hips and with all the enthusiasm she could convey with her mouth in her still-sleepy state, encouraged him to continue.

Desperate for the opportunity, Angel made love to her with great care and delicacy. He wanted to make the moment last for as long as possible, but he wasn't quite sure his body could cooperate. The threat of losing her still weighed heavily on his soul and he felt like he had to make love to her as if it was the last time he'd ever have the chance.

He claimed her lips in a soft, tender kiss and propelled his hips against her, intent upon hitting her most sensitive spots with each stroke. Buffy pulled away with ragged breaths and stared up at him with passionate eyes.

"I love you," she said softly, knowing instinctively how the words would affect him. She could tell by his eyes just how hard he was trying to prolong their coupling in spite of his body's need for release.

Gritting his teeth and thrusting faster, Angel made eye contact and whispered the words back to her. His words had the same effect on her that she had intended for him, making Buffy dig her nails into Angel's hips and orgasm with a soft cry.

Watching the pleasure drift across her face and body, Angel accepted the fact that he wasn't going to last much longer nor did he want to either. He continued to watch Buffy revel in the aftermath of her orgasm and with a few more thrusts, he spilled his seed into her heated core.

Silence took over the room and Buffy combed her fingers through Angel's hair as he rested his weight on top of her, his head between her breasts.

"Well isn't that just lovely," Spike observed from the doorway. "While I'm slaving away in the kitchen, you're here slaving away between her legs."

Buffy giggled and shoved lightly at Angel's shoulders until he moved his weight off of her and curled up at her side. "Good morning, Spike," Buffy said sweetly, hoping her voice would rid him of any jealous feelings.

He scowled at her. It just wasn't fair that she had this ability to manipulate him just with the sound of her voice. Sighing away his sour attitude, he moved towards the bed. "Well, my good morning isn't quite as orgasmic as his, but it comes with a side of toast and orange juice."

Buffy's eyes widened and she shoved herself up into a sitting position, dislodging Angel from his comfortable position against her in the process. "You made me breakfast?" she questioned, genuinely shocked by the gesture.

"Well, yeah," Spike replied defensively, placing the tray over her legs and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Unless you're not hungry..."

Buffy's eyes went wide as she took in the plate in front of her complete with a cheese omelet, bacon and toast. "I haven't had anything to eat except blood in the past two days. I'm hungry."

Ignoring her pointed comment about the recent ritual, Spike took a fork from the tray and cut a piece of the omelet, then raised the bite-size piece to Buffy's mouth. She eagerly accepted the food and savored the magnificent flavor that reached her taste buds.

"Oh my..." Buffy said after swallowing, not able to say anything else. Her eyes turned eagerly to the plate, ready for another bite and Spike answered her silent plea by offering her another piece of the omelet. She snagged a bite of bacon and a sip of juice, and then waited for the next bite of eggs. She was too baffled by Spike making her breakfast in the first place to object to Spike feeding her.

She continued to eat and make little moaning sounds with each delicious taste catching Angel's attention and making him scoot closer to her.

As Buffy's stomach began to fill with actual food and her energy was returned to her slowly, she noticed the heated looks her lovers were directing towards her. She knew that look well.

"I don't believe you two. Why is it that you always get horny when I eat?"

"Everything about you makes us horny, my love," Angel reminded her. "We just realized how hungry we were." Spike quickly pulled the tray away from her and dropped it to the floor, then helped Angel yank the covers away from Buffy.

Buffy barely had enough time to blink let alone respond to the corny comment before they had her legs spread wide and two tongues were lapping at her entrance and clitoris. She couldn't tell who was doing what as Spike and Angel's tongues swirled together against her, stimulating her in a way she'd never experienced before. She wasn't even aware their current position was physically possible, but apparently Slayer flexibility combined with centuries of experience and skill made anything possible.

After a minute of dueling with Spike's tongue as they sought to pleasure Buffy, Angel pulled his head away and redirected his attentions elsewhere. He knew Spike was bothered by the fact that he wasn't a part of their lovemaking earlier and he didn't want to aggravate those feelings further. Spike deserved time with Buffy as much as he did. As soon as Angel was out of the way, Spike tossed both of Buffy's legs over his shoulders and used his fingers to spread her lower lips for his attentive mouth.

Immediately, Buffy tightened her legs around him and lowered her hands to his head to keep his mouth in place. He didn't even try to tease her; he practically attacked her sensitive flesh with his lips, tongue, teeth and fingers in ways he knew she enjoyed. Buffy was again reminded of how grateful she was for her vampire lovers who had no need for breath. The way Spike was touching her, she couldn't even begin to comprehend letting him break for air. Pressure began to build deep inside of her, making her legs and fists tighten on Spike, but a warning growl tinged with pain from the blond vampire sent her hands flying to the bed and away from his bleached locks.

Satisfied that she wouldn't be yanking out anymore of his hair, Spike eased two fingers into her wet pussy and was pleasantly rewarded as her juices slid from her slick core, coating the rest of his hand. Buffy dug her fingers into the sheets at her side and nearly ripped the fabric to shreds when Spike added a third finger to her. She cried out incoherently, tears of need building in her eyes and begged him with her wanton body language to give her the pleasure she craved.

Reading her like a book he had studied hundreds of times over, Spike's teeth finally closed around Buffy's clit, triggering her orgasm.

"Oh, yes...SPIKE!"

Spike lifted his head as much as Buffy's muscular legs would allow him to watch her arch off the bed and cry out his name. The sight was one he longed to see for what seemed like an eternity but was really only a matter of days. Buffy fell back onto the bed gasping for breath and her limbs dropped lifelessly to the soft mattress beneath her, but her eyes sought out Spike as he watched her with avid interest. The blinding orgasm left her momentarily dazed, but she had no problem distinguishing her lover from the rest of the world.

Crooking a finger weakly at him, she beckoned him closer to her. "Come up here," she whispered.

With a wicked grin, Spike slid his body along hers until he was face to face with her and he had her hands pinned on the pillow beside her head. Buffy interlaced their fingers and lifted her head to gently bite his earlobe. "I want you inside me," she told him softly as she raised her knees, making Spike's erection come in contact with her still dripping moisture. "Right now."

Her words sent a thrill through his body and Spike let his head fall forward against her shoulder. A growl erupted from within him and Buffy let out a deep moan.

"Oh, that sound turns me on so much..." Buffy said aloud before she even realized it.

"That so, luv?"

"Yes!" Buffy practically squeaked when Spike brought the tip of his cock against her clit, causing a bolt of sudden pleasure to hit her.

"Tell me," he prompted her seductively against her ear.

As she felt his cock rub against her in a teasing fashion, Buffy realized he was going to wait for an answer.

"Mmm, it always makes my stomach go fluttery."

"Yeah?" Spike's lips gently grazed her cheek and he nipped at her jawbone with blunt teeth. She gave him a growl of her own as she tried to direct the movement of his hips, but he evaded her and she continued.

"I feel like I'm in bed with an animal." Completely frustrated with him, Buffy dug her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass and smiled to herself. "And it's just a little bit scary."

Spike suddenly ceased all movements, ignored the erotic pain she was inflicting on his ass, and looked at Buffy in utter disbelief. "'Just a little bit scary?' I think I'm offended."

Buffy resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his comment.

"You don't want me scared of you. Now shut up and fuck me or..."

Spike smashed his lips down her hers, silencing her as he finally led his cock to her waiting passage. At first, his movements were hard and demanding, but soon he propped himself above her on his elbows, cradled her face between his hands and softened his kiss and his thrusts. He wanted to give her what she asked for, but subconsciously knew he needed to restrain himself and savor the moment. He could fuck her into unconsciousness later.

Holding Buffy close, Spike gently rolled them onto their sides, continuing to drive his hips against hers in a steady rhythm. The switch in position made room for Angel to move in behind her. Neither male had the intention of testing her recovery and challenging her body to take them both at the same time, but Spike understood how much Angel always wanted to be near her as well as how much Buffy needed them both.

Angel pressed himself against Buffy's back and wrapped an arm around both of his lovers. Spike and Buffy stopped kissing, but they continued to rock together while they stared intently into each other's eyes. Angel's presence was not lost on them, especially Buffy as he used one hand to hold her hair out of the way and place kiss after kiss on the back of her neck. His other hand wandered along her side and Spike's back, soothing them both with his touch as they made love. Buffy began to whimper as her orgasm grew closer and Angel slowly slithered his way towards the foot of the bed, kissing Buffy's spine along his way.

Once he was low enough, he gently nipped at the swell of her ass, making Buffy cry out in surprise as an erotic bolt went straight to her womb. Her orgasm hit with a great intensity, forcing a guttural cry of pleasure from her lips and the natural squeezing of her inner muscles around Spike's cock. In response, Spike buried his face against Buffy's neck and repeatedly chanted her name as he continued to strive for orgasm while she came down from hers. Buffy encouraged his pleasure by kissing him everywhere her lips could reach and gently scraping her nails up and down his back. Her efforts had him howling in ecstasy against her sweat-soaked skin quickly as his cold semen coated her core.

The blonds calmed down and melted against each other for a few minutes before Spike pulled out and flopped back against the bed. Tiredly, Buffy rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow and let out a moan of utter satisfaction. Spike chuckled up at the ceiling and reached over to rub her back. Angel returned to his spot beside Buffy and let his hand join Spike's in the gentle caress of her back.

"Why does it feel like we haven't done this in forever?"

"Well, I'd like to think it wasn't a repeat performance..." Spike joked.

"You know what I mean," she scolded, her voice muffled by the pillow. "It's like we're getting a fresh start. Everything all shiny and new."

"I know," Spike whispered, leaning over to kiss her bare shoulder gently.

The phone rang in the other room and Buffy growled into the pillow at the disturbance. "Who the bloody hell is that?"

Spike chuckled loudly at her language and Angel turned horrified eyes on Buffy as he climbed out of bed. "Oh no... don't you dare start talking like him!" he shouted as he left the room.

Ignoring his comment, Buffy started to sit up when she realized she'd never heard the phone ring before.

"Angel, who even has this--" Buffy stopped speaking and sat bolt right up in the bed. "--number," she finished in a whisper.

Angel returned to the bedroom with the portable phone in his hand, holding it out for Buffy.

"It's Willow," he said softly.

"Hello?" Buffy said hesitantly into the phone once she took it from Angel.

"Buffy, hi," Willow's nervous voice answered. Buffy wasn't sure she had ever been so glad to hear her friend speak.

"We, um, we read the book you gave us and" Willow began. "God Buffy, we had no idea! I-I..."

Buffy couldn't help the smile and small burst of laughter that escaped her. Whether it was true happiness or simply relief, she didn't know or care.

"Willow, it's okay, you don't have to--"

"No! No, it's not okay!" Willow interrupted quickly. "We didn't even give you a chance."

Buffy ducked her head self-consciously and blushed a bright red, despite the fact that she was talking to her friend on the phone, not in person. "Considering what I assume you all saw, I can't say I would have been any more open to an explanation."

"It doesn't matter. You didn't deserve that from us. We were--are--your friends. Will you meet with us?"

Buffy's mind stumbled over the question as it finally registered that her self-diagnosed fate of living through this bond without her friends wasn't coming true, after all. She had prepared herself for the bad news, but not the good and while she weighed the situation in her head, she completely forgot about answering her friend.

"Buffy?" Willow prompted. Buffy physically shook herself to regain her thoughts.

"Uh, of course. Of course, I'll meet with you. When?"

"Tonight, at the library. If that's okay?"

"Sure," Buffy agreed. "Oh, and you can bring Spike and Angel, if you want," Willow finished.

A tear slid down Buffy's cheek and a smile covered her face. "Thanks, Will. We'll see you tonight." Almost numbly, Buffy turned the phone off and looked at her expectant lovers.

"Everything okay?" Angel asked, not wanting to let on that he already heard every word of the conversation she had with Willow.

"They want to meet with us tonight. To talk."

"Us?" Spike questioned. Buffy smiled at Spike. "Yep. You're both invited."

"There are a few hours left until sunset. I think this calls for a celebration," Spike suggested.

Buffy brightened even more at the idea. "I like the sound of that. What'd you have in mind?"

Spike launched himself at Buffy, grabbed her round the waist and pulled her down onto the bed with him. The two wound up rolling around on the bed, laughing and crying out like two children wrestling.

Finally, Buffy gained the upper hand and as Spike willingly relinquished control, she pinned him down against the mattress.

"I guess this means you win, luv."

Buffy shook her head to get her hair away from her face. "Yeah, but now what am I going to do with you?"

"Anything you want," Spike suggested honestly, certain that he would enjoy anything she thought up.

Buffy gave him a tiny smile then looked over her shoulder at her other lover. "Angel, where'd you put those chains?"

* * *

Later that night, the three lovers walked hand-in-hand the short distance from Angel's house to the high school. Buffy's mind whirled with thoughts and potential scenarios of how the meeting could take place, but she remained silent the entire way. Angel and Spike knew from the look of pure concentration and concern on Buffy's face that it was better for them to stay quiet. They simply conveyed their support of her through the strong grasp of her tiny hands in theirs. Following Buffy's lead, the three stopped feet from the library doors Spike lifted his hand that was entwined with Buffy's and kissed her knuckles.

"You ready, luv?"

Buffy released her lower lip that she had been gnawing on since she stepped foot inside the school again. "No. But that's never stopped me before."

Reaching around her, Spike pushed one of the library doors open and let her lead the way into the library. Buffy forced her feet to carry her through the doorway, then looked hesitantly at her friends and Watcher as silence overtook the library.

Before Buffy's confused brain could think up the right words to end the quiet, Willow launched herself from her chair and into Buffy's arms. Tears fell from both their eyes as they both clung to each other and exchanged silent apologies. Silently, Xander stumbled forward to embrace the girls, but he kept one eye on the two vampires standing in the shadows. After several long moments, the three broke apart, smiling at each other.

Through the gap between Xander and Willow, Buffy spotted Giles standing in front of his office. They made eye contact for the briefest moment, but Giles looked away nervously.

"I-I'm not sure what to say--" Before he could say anything more, Buffy launched herself at Giles, hugging him fiercely as he hugged her back.

Tears continued to flow from Buffy's eyes, but she spoke through them.

"Don't say anything. Just be my Watcher again."

Spike and Angel kept to the edge of the room as they watched the scene before them, both mentally breathing a sigh of relief as their love was reunited with her friends. They had a world of obstacles still before them, but it seemed their destiny was finally headed in a positive direction.

Reunion

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.
Rating: NC17. M/F, M/M/F sex. B/A, B/A/S.

The foursome hugged for what seemed like eternity, each one of them shedding tears of joy and relief.

"Okay, we really need to stop crying. I've cried more than my share this week," Buffy confessed, keeping her hold on her friends and Watcher, regardless.

"Right," Giles said as he broke apart from the group hug. "Why don't we sit?"

Collectively, the group moved towards the table and chairs across the library, each taking one of the four remaining chairs. Buffy didn't mind Cordelia and Oz being there for her explanation. They had as much interest in the situation as the others, even if they weren't close friends.

Spike and Angel continued to keep their distance from the group, letting Buffy stand on her own unless she needed them. The two took a seat on the stairs leading up to the stacks, within eye-range of Buffy.

Still sniffing away the tears, Buffy steadied herself and started things off. "So, you read the book?"

"Yes, that did seem to explain...the technical aspect of the situation," Giles replied.

"I'm so sorry we treated you like we did, Buffy," Willow said suddenly and then slouched back into her chair, a bit embarrassed by her outburst. She'd already said it once before over the phone, but she couldn't help but say it again, to Buffy's face. Oz reached out a comforting hand and Willow took it eagerly.

Buffy smiled reassuringly. "It's okay. Totally in the past. How about we start over and I tell you the whole story--the truth--from the beginning?"

"Uh, not the *whole* story, Pet..." Spike interjected with the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips. Angel cuffed his childe, sending his head into the railing of the stairs as a bonus effect. Rubbing his head, Spike growled and glared at his sire, but knew better than to do anything else.

"Everything they need to know," Buffy corrected. "Spike and I ran into each other in L.A. and as you know, he brought me back here. We found Angel at the mansion and that's where the weirdness started. We were put under a spell that, well, it attracted us to each other. We found out the next morning what happened and why, but I especially didn't take the news well."

Buffy continued to relay the details of the story to her friends, looking occasionally to her lovers for their emotional support. Her friends listened avidly to her, only interrupting occasionally to ask questions. The explanation grew easier for her with each passing minute as her friends didn't turn away and shun her for her situation. She began the night on edge, fearing the worst could happen at any moment, but by the time she had finished recapping most of the story, she felt a renewed sense of security.

"And that brings us to now, with the latest news."

"There's more?" Giles wondered, not expecting any changes in the situation. Intrigued, he removed his glasses to clean them with a handkerchief then placed them on his head again.

Buffy nodded. "It seems that our bond is so unique that we have to keep it renewed, in blood."

"Ewww," Cordelia chimed in, not caring for the details of that revelation.

Before any questions could be asked, Buffy finished her explanation quickly. "They have to drink my blood and I have to drink theirs occasionally. Otherwise, I'll die."

Off the worried looks of her friends, Buffy realized she left out a crucial part of her explanation. "But I'm not a vampire or anything like one and I'm not going to become one," she added.

"That's an interesting development," Giles observed. Intrigued, he moved to his office for a few select readings the bond reminded him of.

Xander scooted his chair back just an inch, but the legs scraped across the floor, drawing everyone's attention. "Well, can't we do something about it? Research, find out how--"

Buffy smiled at Xander and interrupted him. "Xander, it can't be stopped. It's like me being the Slayer, we don't have any choice in the matter. But, I'm okay. All I need from you is to be my friend and support me."

"You know I will," Xander conceded, though he wasn't ready to drop the subject completely.

"We have no idea what's next for us," Buffy continued. "We're supposed to be players in some huge world-saving event, but we're clueless to the when, where and how. All we do know is that we really love each other more than anything and we need each other to continue living. But I need you guys too."

Willow rose from her chair and moved towards Buffy. "I think I speak for everyone when I say you've got us. It may take us some time to adjust, but we're here for you."

The girls hugged again and Buffy smiled at her lovers over Willow's shoulder.

Eventually, Willow pulled back with wide eyes, an idea in mind. "How about a trip to the Bronze? I think we could all use a little winding down."

"Sounds wonderful," Buffy answered.

The rest of the group nodded their agreements to the suggestion, although Spike and Angel just shrugged noncommittally. They didn't particularly care where they went as long as Buffy was there.

"I think I'd best stay here and do some research," Giles began, his nose already buried in a book.

Buffy smiled at him. "Don't wear yourself out, Giles. We've got fortune telling demons predicting our every move. There's not a lot they don't know."

Giles laughed lightly. "Yes, well, you know me and my books."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay guys, to the Bronze!"

* * * * *

"Your drink, milady," Angel said with an exaggerated tone as he placed Buffy's drink on the table before her and handed Spike a beer.

Buffy quickly thanked Angel then returned her attention to the conversation she was having with Willow. They laughed and talked like the best friends they were as they caught up on the non-supernatural events of each other's lives. Buffy's life had been primarily consumed by the supernatural, but she eagerly listened as Willow updated her on everything Buffy had missed in the past couple of months. Xander buried his face behind his soda when Willow began to retell an embarrassing story about one of Xander's less-than-spectacular attempts to slay a vampire on patrol. Spike forced himself to hold back his smile; he didn't want to do anything to screw this night up for Buffy, even if it meant not picking on the boy.

"Will, do you have to tell that story again... to other people?"

"Yes," Willow confirmed with an evil smile.

"Cordy, let's dance," Xander said before he had to suffer through another second of Willow's torment. He didn't give Cordelia a chance to agree or disagree and pulled her too her feet and towards the dance floor. The rest of the group could hear her protesting for a moment before the loud rock music drowned out her voice.

"Have you talked to your mother yet?"

"Not about...them," Buffy said, looking guilty. "I know I should though."

Willow took a sip from her drink and looked down nervously. "Yeah, Giles kinda mentioned something about it to her."

"He told her?!" Buffy shouted and nearly making Willow spill her drink. Her frightened eyes darted to Angel and Spike, but they both looked at her with stoic looks, not sure how to react.

"No! No, he didn't tell her. He...just hinted that something was going on."

Buffy sighed, loudly. "Great. Well, if you guys can forgive me, hopefully she can too."

Xander and Cordelia returned to the table and Buffy gave Xander a comforting smile, confirming that they were done telling humiliating stories about him.

"Are you two almost done with the girl talk?" Spike asked quietly against Buffy's ear.

Curiously, Buffy turned to him. "Why? Can't I talk with my friend?"

"Course you can. I just had this uncontrollable urge to dance with you."

Stunned by the sweetness of his voiced desires, Buffy excused herself from the table and followed Spike almost blindly to the dance floor.

Willow and the others watched on and for the first time in weeks, they realized that Buffy was okay. And she was happy.

A slow song began on the speakers as Spike pulled Buffy's back against his chest and enfolded her perfectly into his arms like that's where she always belonged. He gazed across the dance floor to where Angel stood against a pillar, eager to watch his lovers and their sure-to-be-erotic display.

Buffy's eyes drifted shut and she let Spike and the music guide her movements. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to her temple then nuzzled her hair away from her ear.

"You were bloody amazing tonight, pet," Spike whispered.

A small smile came over her and she wiggled back against him. "Thanks. I'm glad you both came with me."

"We'll always be with you."

Comforted by that, Buffy turned her head and leaned up to kiss him. Aware that they were being watched, Buffy kept the kiss was soft and gentle, but she silently promised there would be more when they returned home.

As Spike's hand drifted up under Buffy's top, she knew he got the message, he just didn't agree with her time table.

"Stop that," she gasped, reluctantly pulling Spike's hand away from her.

"No one's looking," Spike assured her, not bothering to look up and see.

"*Everyone's* looking, Spike. Especially Angel."

The two paused to look up at the dark vampire as he glared at them both. He wanted to be out on the dance floor with them, but knew the display might be a bit much so soon after Buffy renewed her friendships.

"So?" Spike questioned, keeping his eyes glued to Angel's as he ground his erection into Buffy's ass and grinned at his jealous lover.

With a gasp, Buffy reached back to grab Spike's hips. "We're here with my friends," she reminded him. She wouldn't let on that the reminder was also for herself and her seemingly uncontrollable lust.

"Spoil my fun."

Turning around in his arms, Buffy leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on Spike's lips. "At home tonight, I promise. I'm feeling much more...rejuvenated."

With an almost painful groan, "I *will* take you up on that. Count on it."

* * * * *

"It's been a long time since I've seen her this happy."

Angel turned around, startled by the voice. Willow smiled sheepishly at him, and then looked once more to Buffy and Spike as they danced and kissed on the dance floor.

"She is," Angel confirmed. "Especially after tonight."

"I know we said it to Buffy, but I'm sorry for how we acted. You probably won't hear that from Xander and the others, but I am sorry."

"It's not necessary, Willow. Buffy's your friend, not us. You have no reason to apologize to me, or even to trust me. I just hope you'll trust Buffy."

"I don't," Willow said honestly. "Trust you that is. Or Spike. But I trust Buffy and in a way, I'm glad she found happiness with both of you."

"Thanks." An awkward silence developed and Angel looked around, not sure what else he could say.

Willow's face grew serious and she caught Angel's wandering eyes. "You do know what'll happen if you ever hurt her though, right?"

Angel laughed. "I wouldn't expect anything less than the worst the Scooby Gang can dish out," he said with pure honesty.

"Good. Now that that's taken care of, I think we're all getting ready to head home. It's been a long night."

"Yeah, let me just..." Angel trailed off, indicating the couple practically making love on the dance floor.

Angel dragged Buffy and Spike back to the table and the group paid the tab and said their goodbyes for the night. Buffy set plans with Willow and Xander for the following afternoon to have the lunch they should have had a few weeks ago and they all agreed to meet at the library that night before it was time for patrol. With a few more hugs, they all headed to their respective homes.

* * * * * *

The three of them had kept their hormones in check until the car was pulled into the driveway, and then none of them could take it anymore. Buffy followed Angel out of the driver's side door and leapt up into his arms as soon as he was standing. Spike made sure the car doors were shut, then dug his hand into Angel's pant pocket for the house keys.

Angel growled a warning when Spike's hand "accidentally" brushed against his erection through the pocket.

"What? Not my fault you put the keys there," he offered innocently. Angel let Buffy's legs hold her to his body and spared a second to grab Spike's neck and shove him roughly towards the house.

If they were lucky, none of the neighbors were watching.

Spike hastily unlocked the front door as Angel blindly carried Buffy into the house and up the stairs. The weight of the world had been lifted off them, even if it was just temporary, and Angel intended to savor every second of it.

She landed with a bounce and a giggle then held her arms out for her lovers to join her.

Instead, they each grabbed a foot and began to remove her shoes. While they continued to undress her lower half, Buffy wiggled around and removed her shirt and bra. Once she was fully naked and writhing in anticipation on the bed, they both began to undress.

Buffy leaned up on one arm to watch and almost unconsciously, her other hand moved between her legs to finger her clitoris. She rarely had a need for self-stimulation--her lovers always made sure she was more than taken care of--but she couldn't help herself this time. She also adored the way their eyes blazed with desire when she touched herself.

"Impatient, are we?" Spike grinned, his eyes torn between her face and what her hand was doing.

"Told you, got my energy all back."

Spike swallowed when she slowly dipped one finger into her slick pussy. "Not that I don't love watching you, but you want some help with that?"

"By all means," Buffy replied, spreading her arms and legs in invitation. "I was just getting warmed up."

Spike knelt up on the bed between her legs then fell forward onto his hands so that he was looming over her. His mouth claimed hers in a tender kiss as he brought one hand between her legs.

"God, you're wet," Spike proclaimed against her lips.

"Since the dance floor," Buffy responded, equally engrossed in their kiss.

The bed shifted around them and Buffy tore her lips away long enough to see Angel lounging against the headboard, watching them both and stroking his cock.

An idea came to mind and she wiggled out from under Spike.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked with a pout, though he didn't try to stop her from leaving.

Without answering him, Buffy just nudged Angel's thighs apart and settled herself on her hands and knees before bowing down and licking a drop of pre-cum from the tip of Angel's length. Then, with a shake of her ass, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at Spike.

"Come and get it, lover."

Spike pounced on her and drove his cock in, hoping to whatever was listening that she really had regained all of her strength. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, but after her sultry little invitation, slow and tender sex was no longer on the agenda.

Buffy moaned and took a moment to adjust to Spike's pace and nearly brutal thrusts. She'd definitely have bruises in the morning, but she didn't care. She needed this. Needed to be reminded of the intensity of their relationship and of the way she could drive her lovers to nearly primal levels.

Carefully, Buffy braced herself on Angel's thighs and took his cock into her mouth. His hand fell away from the base of it and wove soothingly into her hair. She concentrated on sucking on the head, laving it with her tongue and scraping her teeth along the underside like she knew he always enjoyed. She didn't need to bob her head as Spike's thrusts pushed her forward and she used her hands against Angel's thighs to push back every time.

Before she could anticipate it, Spike was roaring her name and flooding her insides with his cum. He pulled out of her and sank back on his heels, making her moan around Angel and pressed her thighs together for friction.

"Shit," Spike growled to himself.

"Come up here," Angel said as he tugged Buffy's head up and pulled her onto his lap. Without any further prompting, Buffy positioned herself and dropped down onto Angel's cock. She moved on him slowly, drawing out the pleasure that had already been built in each of them. One of his arms held her about the waist while the other tended to her nipples. He was enjoying the sight of her wanton display as she rode him so sensuously too much to do much else.

She was a goddess.

Arching back and shifting her pelvis as she rose and fell on Angel's lap, Buffy made sure her clitoris rubbed against Angel's public bone, keeping her hands free to run over the hard muscles of Angel's chest and shoulders. Ever since her recent brush with death, every time between them felt like the first time and she wanted to appreciate everything, even though they knew each other's bodies and desires so well their love making was like that of lovers that had been together forever.

They didn't have forever, but every second they had together would be worth it.

Approaching his orgasm, Angel threw his hips up off the bed and met one of Buffy's downswings and she yelped in surprise. Her hands tightened on his shoulders for balance and she began to move almost furiously on top of him.

"Oh god, Angel, yes!"

Both of Angel's hands relocated to her hips and he helped to guide her until they were both yelling out their nearly simultaneous pleasure. With one final thrust to meet Angel's, Buffy's arms gave out and she fell onto his chest with a shuddering breath.

Angel wanted to hold her, but he couldn't get the message to reach his arms that laid lifelessly on the bed. It was the perfect opportunity for Spike to move in, and he carefully pulled Buffy off his sire and laid her down with her head on one of the free pillows.

Moving behind her, Spike gathered Buffy's weak form in his arms and cradled her against his chest. "I don't know how you always do it, pet. Make me lose control like that."

"I have many talents," Buffy confessed, but feeling satisfied by the thought that she had that much control over him.

"I always thought it was because he lacked stamina," Angel mused.

Taking offense to the insult, Spike leaned up to hit his sire, but his hand stopped mid-air at the dangerous look Angel gave him.

"Boys, let me rest for a minute. Then we can see which of you has the greater stamina."

Spike gasped in mock shock. "You'd pick between us?!"

"If I can still process a thought after you're both done doing what I have in mind, yes."

Don't Let Go

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.
Rating: NC17. M/F sex, anal. B/A, B/S.

...Tuesday...

"We need to talk."

Spike and Angel both fell back into the extra-soft couch and looked warily at Buffy as she stood before them and spoke.

"No conversation has ever gone well after those words," Spike said.

Buffy tried to smile reassuringly, but she knew she wasn't doing a very good job. "It's not bad... well, not really." Her hands fidgeted in front of her and she nibbled on her lower lip, displaying all of the signs of her nervousness.

"Buffy, stop stalling and scaring the shit out of us," Angel suggested, sitting forward and anticipating the worst.

"Sorry. I need to tell my mom. About us."

Both relieved and slightly angry that she'd scared him over nothing, Angel slapped his hands down on his thighs. "That's what this is about?"

"She stuck at work. I need to go to her and tell her face to face," Buffy continued hesitantly, knowing they weren't going to like this plan.

"Why not just tell her over the phone?" Spike suggested. "Probably safer that way, anyway."

Buffy shook her head. "No, I need to see her. Giles indicated something was going on with me, but he didn't get into specifics. I need to tell her in person and I need to do it now, before I lose my nerve. And I need to do it alone."

"I was with you until that last part..." Spike growled.

"I already talked to mom and she's bought me a plane ticket to New York for this weekend. I can't really ask her to buy two extra seats for my vampire lovers she doesn't know about yet."

Angel scooted forward on the couch, visibly upset about the direction of their conversation. "Not a problem. We'll get our own."

"No. I need to do this alone. I haven't seen my mother in months. We still haven't even sat down in person to talk about me being the slayer and running away from home and getting expelled from school. It'll only be for a few days."

Fearful that he would be losing her for any amount of time, Angel's mind drew upon every alternative he could think of. "What about the bond? What if you need--" He began.

"I already talked to Leroy. He said you can bite me before I leave and I can...drink your combined blood. It should prevent any cravings from occurring, at least for a few days."

Angel's face fell further. "Well, seems you've already got this all planned out."

"I'm sorry. I just knew you wouldn't let me go alone unless I took care of everything ahead of time," Buffy tried to explain. "I know you don't understand, but I have to do it this way."

"You're leaving us?"

Buffy's heart almost broke at Spike's tone. He made it sound like she was never coming back.

"Oh baby," she said sympathetically as she moved to the couch to sit on his lap. "I'm *not* leaving you. I'll only be gone for a few days. I just need to tell my mother before it gets to be too late."

"And we can't go with you, why?"

"You do remember my mother? With an ax?" Spike winced reflexively. "She doesn't exactly have great memories of either of you. It's going to take all weekend, if not a lot longer to clear things up. Even if you two were there, I wouldn't have time to see you. It's better if you both just stay here and keep the bed warm."

Spike continued to pout, though the slightest hint of a smirk appeared on his lips. "Is that all we are to you? Your bed warmers?"

"Yes," Buffy said jokingly. "My two gorgeous, irresistible, loving, understanding, creature of the night bed warmers that I love more than anything in the universe ."

* * * * *

...Thursday...

Gently, yet firmly, Angel pulled both of Buffy's hands over her head, pinning them to the pillow as he wiggled his way between her legs.

"Angel, you can't keep me prisoner."

Angel froze and looked down at her with a grin. "Sure, I can." With Buffy's cooperation, his hard cock slid inside her body with ease.

He swiveled his hips against her, shifting his cock inside of her and making her whimper.

"You're not playing fair," Buffy gasped.

Reluctantly, Angel and Spike had both finally agreed to let Buffy leave, but they were having a terrible time living up to that verbal agreement. Spike was moping and smoking constantly, but Angel was taking a more physical approach to expressing his displeasure with the situation.

"I hate playing fair," Angel explained. He pulled his hips back and thrust hard into her once, making her cry out.

"Oh god!"

The conversation faded between them into sweet moans of pleasure as a rhythm built between their bodies and they made love. Angel held on to her gently with his hands and kissed her endlessly, but delicately. Buffy met him thrust for thrust, and though she couldn't move her hands to touch him, she caressed his back, ass and legs with her feet, encouraging him to continue.

"Harder baby, harder, harder, harder!" Buffy begged mindlessly. A part of her didn't mind their possessiveness, in fact it craved the animalistic nature of her lovers and the fact that she was able to bring it out in them.

Silently answering her plea, Angel slammed himself into her, and leaned down to suck on the hollow of her throat.

"ANGEL!" Buffy screamed when her orgasm ripped through her. He followed soon after, spilling his seed deep inside of her and growling her name against her skin.

Still deep inside of her, Angel released Buffy's hands and placed desperate but light kisses along her neck and chin. As quickly as she could move her lazy limbs, Buffy wrapped her arms around Angel's neck and held him tight to her as she arched to give his mouth room to maneuver.

"I have to go," she said softly.

Frustrated, Angel growled against her skin, "I don't have to like it."

"Please don't make this any harder for me. I need to know I can rely on you and Spike to be my strength in this."

Her words seemed to change Angel's perspective and he frowned as he realized how childish he'd been acting. "You can, my love," he replied sincerely.

Quickly dropping the serious tone, Buffy smiled at him. "Good, now how about you go find Spike and we all take a bath before I have to finish packing."

Angel gave her a doubtful look. "You know he doesn't like baths."

"Tell him he'll get lucky if he joins us," Buffy suggested as she rose nude from the bed and reached for her robe.

* * * * *

As Angel sank into the tub across from Buffy, he caught her mischievous smile across the abundant bubbles and returned it with an inviting smile of his own. Teasingly, Buffy started to half-crawl, half-swim towards Angel until she could go no further. Squeezing her knees tightly around his hips, Buffy leaned up and kissed him solidly on the mouth. Angel let his hands roam over her back as Buffy rose up on her knees, pressed her torso against his and looked down at his upturned face with pure love.

Unable to withstand the separation from her lips, Angel tugged on her shoulders, pulling her mouth down to his again. They kissed as Buffy undulated her hips against Angel's stomach, feeling the tip of his cock tickle her between her legs. Finally, after Buffy realized she needed to stop and breathe, she pulled away with a needy gasp.

"I need you inside."

Holding her arms around Angel's neck, Buffy lowered herself onto his lap, automatically guiding his cock into her body. They both sighed pleasantly as their bodies joined slowly. Their lovemaking was slow and tender, almost as if neither one of them wanted to disturb the water around them.

"So what was this about me getting lucky?"

Keeping her pace, Buffy grinned seductively over her shoulder at Spike as he leaned against the frame of the bathroom door. "A clever trick to get you in here."

"Well, it worked," Spike replied, a touch of bitterness in his voice. "What are you gonna do to keep me here?" He knew it was his own fault he'd been excluded from their bonding for most of the day, but he still didn't like being left out.

"Get undressed and come find out."

Spike quirked an eyebrow at her, but began to unbutton his shirt in response to her order.

Returning her attention to Angel, Buffy arched back, fully exposing the vulnerable expanse of her throat and chest to the hungry eyes of her vampire lover. In response, Angel groaned and suctioned his lips to her throat, knowing he couldn't mark her with a visible bite and that Spike needed to bite her at the same time.

As he sucked, Buffy continued to ride him and she reached around for one of his hands, relocating it to one of her tender breasts.

The water sloshed behind them as Spike climbed naked into the tub, but he kept his hands to himself.

"Shit, Buffy! Gonna--" Angel slammed Buffy down on his cock and water splashed over the side of the tub and onto the floor in an almost graceful wave. Buffy yelped, but she wasn't quite ready for Angel to stop and forced his hands aside so she could keep moving. His cock was still semi-hard, but Angel's head lolled back against the edge of the tub and Buffy gave up on his usefulness in getting her off. Shutting her eyes, she dropped one of her hands beneath the water to touch herself.

She was close, she just needed-- Angel's blunt teeth bit into Buffy's shoulder and she screamed, surprised by the sudden contact. Apparently he wasn't as out of it as he had been seconds before. Her orgasm hit without further prompting, her body was an instant slave to the vampiric nature of her lovers.

With a weak groan, Angel let his head fall back against the edge of the tub again, and tried to regain his strength. He pulled her down to rest against his chest, holding her with loose arms and Buffy went willingly with a sigh. Her body was still buzzing softly with desire, but she could use a moment to catch her breath.

"My turn?" Spike whispered in Buffy's ear as he grabbed her about the waist and pulled her back against his slippery form. She groaned desperately at the feeling of his erection against her ass and lust surged within her, reviving her energy.

"Yes," she gasped, falling helpless to his manipulation of her body. Nearly insane with the need for his contact, Buffy whimpered when she realized he was doing something other than touching her. Before she could turn around and see what he was doing, two oil-slick fingers wedged into her back passage.

"Ooohhhh..."

Careful to keep her close, Spike grabbed both of her arms by the wrist and lifted them to wrap around his neck.

"Hold on tight," he commanded with a bite to her earlobe.

She barely had the time to register his husky orders before he lifted her to the right height with one arm around her waist and guided his cock into her with his other hand. Buffy groaned and gasped at the sensations caused by the new position and the slightest hint of pain. She was already stretched from earlier activities and Spike was supporting her weight almost entirely so the strain on her was minimal.

He held her up effortlessly for a few gentle strokes keeping her knees from touching the tub floor. Only her toes brushed the porcelain as he held her and guided her movements with his arms. She tried to help him, but her arms could only keep her from falling forward while Spike carefully thrust into her. The position was awkward, but Spike didn't care and judging from Buffy's whimpering moans, she didn't either.

They'd never done *this* in a bath tub before, but she was always eager to try something new.

As Buffy's arms tensed, Spike expertly slid his hands over the fronts of her legs to grip her inner thighs and position her better.

Angel reached out with a hand as Buffy's breasts were arched towards him, but Spike's voice brought his hand to a halt before it touched her.

"No touching," he growled. "I had to watch you two. Now you watch."

Angel's eyes narrowed at the command, but he was willing to play along and leaned back against the edge of the tub to watch his lovers acrobatic display.

Eventually, Spike sank down onto his heels, lowering Buffy's knees to the bottom of the tub while still keeping up the pace between them. The change in position allowed Buffy to help keep the momentum, but she didn't release her hold on Spike's neck. Instead, she leaned her head back and began to drop kisses on his jaw until he turned his head and captured her mouth with his own.

"Bite me, now," Buffy pleaded against Spike's lips.

He almost wanted to pretend he didn't hear her. Maybe if they didn't bite her, she wouldn't be able to leave them...

Shaking the ridiculous thought from his head, Spike pulled away from Buffy lips and indicated to Angel that it was safe for him to join them. While Buffy continued to softly move up and down on Spike's cock, her lovers surrounded her in the tub. Putting all of his control to use, Spike forced Buffy to sit still on his lap and pulled one of her wrists from behind his head. Angel ducked down and captured one of Buffy's nipples with his fangs, Spike bit gently into Buffy's wrist, and she came instantly with a cry.

The taste of his mate's blood combined with the intense squeeze of her inner muscles began to throw Spike over the edge as well and he gently tore his fangs from her with a snarl. His body desperately wanted to thrust up into her, but he settled for holding her tightly to his body, not wanting her beautiful breast to be torn on his sire's fangs.

Angel eventually pulled away, licked the traces of blood from his bite, then leaned up to kiss Buffy and Spike. Buffy whimpered in response to a new twinge of pleasurable pain when Spike carefully lifted her off of him. Her ass hurt and she figured the plane ride would not be as pleasant as it could be. She couldn't complain though, it would be an almost welcome reminder of what she would be returning home to.

A moment of silence passed and the reality that they were going to be apart for three days, the first real separation in their relationship, finally set into Buffy's head. But before she could let the temptation of her lovers convince her otherwise, she reminded herself that she had to do this, regardless of how little she really wanted to.

They could survive three days.

* * * * *

The next morning, the three dragged their feet as they headed towards the front door, beyond which a cab would be arriving to take Buffy to the airport. After their bath the previous night, Buffy fended off her cravings with a mug of her lovers' blood. Then the trio retreated into the bedroom where they cuddled and made love throughout the night and into the early morning hours. Finally though, the time for Buffy to leave arrived and they all reluctantly went downstairs.

Buffy leaned up on her toes and kissed first Angel and then Spike briefly before putting some necessary distance between them. The closer they stayed, the stronger the need for her to stay with them.

"I'll call you as soon as I get settled in at my Mom's."

"You better," Angel growled.

Buffy snuck out the front door, careful to keep the early morning's sun away from her lovers. As the door shut with a click, the vampires turned to each other.

"Now what do we do?" Spike asked.

"We brood and wait for her to call."

"I don't brood."

Angel wrapped an arm around Spike shoulders and started towards the stairs. "Yes, you do."

Don't Let Go

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.
Rating: NC17. M/M sex, implied M/M/F. A/S, B/A/S.

Buffy and her mother talked for hours over iced tea and cookies about everything they'd missed in each other's lives. Buffy explained the reasons for the trouble at school and why she left, and after many long phone conversations with Giles, Joyce was readily accepting.

"There's something new I need to tell you about," Buffy continued after she finished explaining why she walked out the last time they saw each other.

"New?"

"Yeah, the troublesome thing Giles was hinting at."

Joyce's face tightened with concern, but she tried to keep her calm. "Oh, that."

"Well, you remember how I had to save the world before I left?" Joyce nodded and Buffy continued. "Well, I'm going to have to do it again."

Confused, Joyce frowned. "Isn't that what you always do? As the Slayer?"

"Yeah, except this time, it's a bit different. You remember Angel and Spike, right?"

"Vaguely."

"Well you know they're both vampires, but they're good," Buffy recapped. "They're--they're going to help me save the world."

"Okay... this doesn't sound like the shocking news Giles was talking about. What do they have to do with you?"

"I'm in love with them."

* * * * *

Several long, agonizing, hours passed as Buffy filled in only the necessary details of the story. She left out the blood bond and the likelihood that she would die in her attempt to save the world with her lovers and stuck to the facts that her mother needed to know. For the most part, Joyce just sat there and listened, trying to take in the abundance of news her daughter was supplying, but the look of constant shock on Joyce's face was starting to unnerve Buffy.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"I'm not sure 'okay' is the word. This is...more than a lot to take in."

"I know, it took me a while too."

"You? How is this possibly hard for you?"

"I didn't ask for this! You think I just woke up and decided, 'Hey, I've got nothing else to do today, I'll go be eternally mated to two master vampires.' This is hard for me! My future is written in stone and there's nothing I can do about it!"

"I--I guess I didn't realize. I'm sorry honey. You've just had a lot of time to adjust. It's all new to me."

Buffy smiled reassuringly. "When I first found out, I wanted nothing more than to find a way to stop it. It wasn't how I planned to live the rest of my life. But then, I realized how much I love them and how much they love me. It happened fast because of the magic, but it's real. I wouldn't change any of it, now."

"This is just so much... "

"I know. Every day, I'm scared. I never know what new thing will come at us or whether it'll be time for the end. It's been my life ever since I found out I was the Slayer, only now, I'm not alone anymore."

"Buffy, one vampire boyfriend is tough enough, but TWO?! That's just..."

"Mom, I can't change things and I don't want to. It's beyond weird, but I haven't led a normal life in years."

Joyce sighed as the weight of her daughter's situation settled in. Resigning herself to some form of acceptance for the time being, Joyce pulled Buffy into her arms and the two hugged.

"We're not done talking about this, but it's been a long day. I'm going to try to get some sleep and deal with all this new knowledge. We'll pick it up again with breakfast tomorrow."

* * * * *

"'Lo?"

"Hey Sweetie, did I wake you?" Buffy asked into the cell phone her lovers had given her before she left.

"Nah, just watching some bleeding movie on the telly," Spike answered, grinning helplessly at the sound of her voice.

"Can't sleep either, huh?"

"You know I can only sleep with you around."

"You'll have me back soon enough," Buffy said with a smile.

A wicked idea formed in his mind. "What are you wearing?"

"Spike, my mother is right next door so don't even think about it."

"I can't help it," he complained. "Just talking to you is making me horny."

Buffy couldn't let herself fall victim to his tempting voice. "Let me talk to Angel. I'll see you both in a couple of days."

"...Fine. Love you."

"I love you too."

Spike literally tossed the phone to Angel without moving from his slouched position on the bed. Angel just rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"Hi, my love."

"Hi yourself. He's still pouting, huh?"

"He hasn't stopped. Can't say I've been any better though."

"I miss both of you, too."

"How's your mom?"

"She's...good."

"You told her?"

"Oh yeah. I think she's dealing as well as can be expected from a mother who's daughter just told her she was in love with two vampires."

"Oh fuck," Angel growled unintentionally into the phone.

Buffy couldn't help but grin. There were only a select few things that produced that sound from her lover and the news about her mother certainly wasn't one of them..

"What's he doing to you?" she asked, knowingly.

"His tongue..." Angel began.

Needing to think about her lovers more than her situation with her mom, Buffy smiled as a thought came to mind. "Tell me," Buffy begged softly as her hand drifted beneath her sweatpants. She may not be able to talk dirty, but she could listen.

"He's licking my cock," Angel described. He tried to force Spike's mouth to engulf his cock, but with one hand holding the phone, Angel couldn't get the leverage he needed. "Just licking... the fucking tease."

Spike chuckled, but continued to lick.

Angel picked up on the sound of rustling clothes and Buffy's increased breathing over the phone and smiled. "Are you touching yourself, love?"

"God, yes..."

"Close you eyes and picture me there with you."

Spike suddenly lifted his head and frowned at his sire. "Hey, what about me?"

"Start sucking and maybe you can join this fantasy," Angel retorted.

Scowling, Spike accepted the terms and swooped down on Angel's cock. Having heard the brief exchange over the phone, Buffy giggled as she imagined her lovers together.

"YES!" Angel shouted suddenly and thrust his hips up to meet his childe's mouth.

After nearly a minute of silence over the phone, Buffy grew worried. "Angel?"

"Sorry baby. My hands are running up your sides until they reach your breasts. I take them each in one hand and gently squeeze. Your tits are so soft and your nipples stand out so perfectly. They're hard for me, yes?" As he spoke, Buffy cradled the phone against her shoulder and moved both of her hands to her breasts, touching herself like she expected he would be if he were there.

"Yes," Buffy whimpered, her fingers closing around one nipple as she wiggled down against the sheets.

"I lean down and suck one, nibbling at it gently with my teeth. You taste so good, baby."

Spike scrapped his teeth along Angel's length a bit too hard as he pulled back and gave Angel a warning glare.

Shoving Spike's head back down, Angel continued to talk to their distant lover. "Open your legs, Buffy. Spike wants to play too."

Buffy moaned at the thought and instantly let one of her hands drift back down to her dripping curls between her already spread thighs. "He stretches out between your legs on his stomach and separates your lips with his fingers to see your beautiful pink pussy."

Buffy moaned again, softer this time, remembering her mother in the adjacent room.

"I switch to the other nipple and repeat what I did to the other. Sucking, biting..." Angel caressed the back of Spike's neck, encouraging him to continue the sweet torture he was inflicting. "Spike's tongue reaches out to touch you. He teases your entrance with the tip then drags it up to press against your clit. He's getting you ready, but you're already so wet."

Buffy grunted, pressing down hard on her clit and bouncing her hips lightly against the bed.

"I can tell how ready you are, so Spike switches positions with me and starts kissing your neck, your ears. Can you feel him, my love?"

"Mmmm.... Angel... I can't... keep talking."

"Shhh, it's okay love. Just listen. I move between your legs and grab your hips gently. Spike got you so wet for me, I can see you're practically dripping onto the bed. My cock is so..." Angel paused and groaned when Spike dragged the tip of his tongue along Angel's perineum. "...hard for you. I tease you with the tip, for just a minute, I know you're not in the mood to be teased," Angel growled the last part of the sentence, glaring down at Spike's blond head. "Then I slam my entire length inside of you."

Anticipating Angel's words, as he spoke the last few, Buffy plunged three fingers into her body, her mind intensifying the sensation to feel as if it really was Angel's cock driving completely into her, filling her. At the same time, Spike refocused his attention on Angel's staff and slowly took it down his throat and swallowed around the head.

Angel continued to verbally walk his lover through her orgasm while he strove for his own. He could have been more creative with his wording, but Spike's cool mouth surrounding his hardness was messing with that part of his brain.

"You're like a tight, warm glove on me, baby. I pump into you so hard, going so deep on every thrust." Mimicking his words, Angel thrust his hips up into Spike's willing mouth. He was ready to come at any moment, but he wanted to hear her first so he held back.

Buffy bit harshly into her lower lip, trying to contain her whimpers as she almost brutally thrust into her core, desperate for something more than her hand. Her thumb ground into her clitoris and her breathing sped up as the pressure inside of her grew almost too great.

He heard her start to gasp and the faint hint of her heartbeat increased and realized she was almost there. "I'm so close, Buffy. I know you are too. I want you to come for me. Come for us, baby."

Angel's words sending a pang to her womb and for a second, Buffy panicked as she struggled to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. Without needing to hear another word from him, Buffy grabbed a pillow from beside her and bit into it as she came. Her silent scream echoed inside of her head so loud she didn't hear Angel as he shouted her name and Spike's while he buried his cock to the back of Spike's throat.

A few long minutes of silence passed between the sated lovers before Angel regained his ability to speak again.

"Feel better now?"

"Like Jell-O," Buffy groaned into the phone.

"We miss you."

"Not as much as I miss you guys. But I'll be home in a couple of days."

"I love you. Goodnight."

Buffy sighed happily, still reveling in the aftermath of her orgasm. "Love you. Night."

Return to Sender

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.
Rating: NC17. M/F, M/M/F sex, B/A, B/S, B/A/S.

Buffy stared adoringly at the couple sleeping naked in bed together, and couldn't help but smile. She always loved to look at them and she only really had the opportunity when they were sleeping. Her smile widened as she saw the way Spike was curled trustingly into his sire's embrace.

Quietly, she moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge. The slight depression on the mattress made Angel stir and his sleepy eyes opened slightly to greet her.

"Buffy?" Angel questioned, not sure if he was really seeing her or not.

Buffy reached out and caressed his cheek lovingly. "Miss me?"

Angel growled and dragged her on top of his body, disrupting a sleeping Spike in the process. Buffy found her head yanked down by Angel's strong arms and her mouth sucked into one of the most powerful kisses she'd ever experienced.

Aware of her need for breath, Angel didn't hold onto her for too long and let Buffy pull away when she was ready. Dazedly, Buffy sucked air into her lungs and grinned. "Guess not."

"Hey, share the love here," Spike whined, trying to pull Buffy from Angel's grasp, though the elder vampire wasn't letting go.

Buffy leaned over and gave Spike a kiss, ignoring her other lover's possessiveness. "I missed you guys so much."

"How was your trip?" Angel asked.

"Can we talk later? I haven't gotten laid all weekend," Buffy complained.

"Talking or sex? Tough choice." Spike grabbed Buffy by her waist, lifted her away from Angel and practically threw her onto the other side of the bed. Buffy laughed playfully as Spike moved on top of her, reaching an arm beneath her to arch her body towards his.

"You'll have to forgive him. He doesn't know a beautiful woman in need when he sees one."

"Good thing you do," Buffy replied sweetly.

With a smirk, Spike set to the task of removing all of Buffy's clothes off as quickly as possible without destroying them.

Once she was completely naked, Spike laid his own nude form on top of her and kissed her again, softly. He wiggled his free hand between his body and hers, checking to make sure she was as wet as he suspected she would be. His fingers slipped easily against her dripping flesh and almost naturally found her opening. Buffy squirmed against the invasion, forcing his fingers as deep as they would go.

"Please don't tease me," she practically begged against his mouth.

"Not teasing," Spike promised huskily, moving his moisture-slick hand from her core to wrap around his cock. He watched her face flushed with anticipation and need as he guided his length into her, savoring the feel of her heat scalding him.

Three days was far too long to go without her.

Still holding onto her with one arm, Spike held his weight with the other and began to thrust into her. Buffy pulled his head down and kissed him as deep as she'd wanted to earlier.

Spike groaned and Buffy whimpered each time their bodies came together, the speed increasing with each thrust. Despite his intense concentration on pleasing her and making the moment last, Spike couldn't help but smile a little at the very idea that Buffy was finally home, in his arms, under him...

The bed shifted behind Spike and a cold, solid body blanketed him. "Lucky for you, boy, I do know an ass in need of fucking when I see one," Angel whispered harshly in his childe's ear.

Spike faltered in his pace, but it was more from anticipation than from fear. Focusing on Buffy beneath him, Spike busied himself with meeting Buffy's hips as they desperately thrust up to him and sucking hungrily on the crook of her neck, trying not to let Angel's actions distract him.

"God, I missed this," Buffy panted and pulled Spike as close to her body as possible.

She was equally thrilled to finally be home with her lovers. Self-induced pleasure and the mere sound of her lovers voice just hadn't been enough to truly sate her cravings for them. But after only ten minutes at home with them, she was already nearing her first orgasm and she knew this was only the beginning.

"Oh, Spike!"

As if he knew what she was thinking and could sense how she was trying to prolong their coupling, he whispered against her ear, "You're home now, sweets. Let go." With those words, Spike thrust hard and fast a few times and drove her over the edge.

As Buffy threw her head back and climaxed, Spike slowed his pace, but kept moving inside of her. He groaned and thrust forward reflexively when Angel finally worked two lubricated fingers into his ass. The sudden jolt returned Buffy's focus to her lovers and before her first orgasm completely finished, her passion was renewed again. Her hands joined one of Angel's on Spike's ass as she sought to continue their lovemaking.

"You're going to kill me," Spike swore as he gently wiggled his hips between his two lovers, desperate for Angel to fill him and the familiar momentum to build between the three of them.

"You love it," Buffy giggled, her lips tickling his neck.

Angel finally replaced his fingers with his cock, which had been hard since he woke to find Buffy had returned. Spike groaned and pulled back from Buffy to meet his sire halfway.

Spike continued to rock back and forth between his lovers, entering Buffy and then allowing himself to be fully entered by Angel. His demonic control was not enough for the combined attack of his lovers, especially after being deprived of Buffy for so long. When Buffy's blunt teeth bit down on his earlobe, Spike howled and spilled himself into her.

Angel slowed his movements and pulled out of Spike before shoving the blond vampire's nearly limp form off to the other side of the bed. Before Buffy could even notice that Spike was gone, Angel buried his mouth between her legs and eagerly lapped up the combined juices of his lovers.

He didn't stop until he felt Buffy's hands tugging at his hair, pulling him up to her. He went willingly, kissing her sweat-slick skin on the way. Desperate for more than just the kiss they'd shared, Angel kissed her lips again and rubbed his cock along the juncture between her thighs.

"Again, again..." she begged against his lips.

Happy to comply, Angel easily glided his cock into Buffy's smoldering heat, and began an even pace of thrusts. He was in no rush and the very idea of being inside of her again was enough to maintain his control. Though he might not always admit it openly to anyone except his lovers, he couldn't bear to be apart from either of them for any prolonged period of time. He was sure he would go insane if he was ever without them both.

"Angel!" Buffy whined, not wanting to be teased.

"Shhh, my love. Gonna go slow. Make you come so hard..."

"Want it fast," she complained, weakly. It was hard to complain with Angel promising such great pleasure she knew he could deliver, but she was already so insane with need.

"Tough," Angel replied with a grin. Before Buffy could reply to his snarkiness, he pulled back and thrust all the way inside of her, sending a wave of pleasure rolling through her entire body.

They made love for what seemed like hours to Buffy, but this was the kind of torture a girl only dreamed about and begged for. Her lovers didn't disappoint her and Angel eventually remained true to his promise, making her orgasm harder than she could remember doing in recent time.

* * * * *

Buffy snuggled down into the pillow beneath her head and pulled an arm from her lovers on either side over her bare breasts. Angel and Spike leaned on their sides, watching as she recovered from their latest round of lovemaking.

"I really missed this so much. Curling up with you two wrapping me in your arms. I don't think life can get better than this."

Spike quirked a brow at Angel, confident that he knew how to make it better. Stealthily, he pulled his free arm away from Buffy and reached down to her thigh. She gasped when she noticed what he was doing, but she didn't protest as he lifted her thigh and draped her leg back over his hip. Before she had a moment to process what he had planned, Angel repeated the action with her other leg and his own hip, effectively opening her up for them.

"Are you sure about that?" Spike asked.

Buffy couldn't help but blush deeply and squirm slightly in embarrassment.

"Now don't get shy on us now, lover."

Watching her face intently, both Angel and Spike slid their free hand down Buffy's inner thigh until just their finger tips brushed her soft curls and swollen lips.

"Is this what you did when you were away?"

Blushing again against her will, Buffy's head tossed on the pillow and she mumbled an affirmative. She truly had no reason to be embarrassed, but her lovers had the ability to make her melt with just a glance and she couldn't help it.

There was something that just made the act so terribly intimate, that she couldn't push away the slight hint of embarrassment that colored her cheeks and chest. She'd been filled by both of their cocks and eaten out by their talented mouths, but they'd never just used their hands to bring her off before. Never together as one, at least. Her lovers were capable of making her melt with a single look and the fact that they were both touching her, looking at her, bringing her pleasure in such an erotic way, it was all too much.

"Did you make yourself come hard, listening to us? Thinking about us?" Angel asked. One of their thumbs pressed down onto her clit and rubbed it gently in a circle while her brain tried to process the question.

As if their fingers were on the same hand, they each slid in one finger and then another into her passage and slowly began a rhythm pumping into her.

"Oh...OH! I... Never... this good."

Buffy bounced her hips to meet their fingers and whimpered helplessly as her lovers exploited her weakness to them and their complete mastery of her body. They both knew when, where and how to touch her to get the response they desired. Whether they wanted to tease her or make her scream, there was nothing they didn't already know that would make her react just they way they wanted.

Suddenly there were two thumbs pressed against her clit, massaging it and her climax washed over her. Buffy cried out, arched her back sharply against the bed and ground her hips down into the fingers of her lovers. Just as skillfully, they drew out her orgasm and guided her back down from oblivion carefully.

"God I missed you two," Buffy sighed.

After licking his fingers clean of her juices, Spike leaned over her, tucking his head into the crook of her neck. "Us or the incredible sex?"

Buffy didn't answer immediately and Angel looked down on her, incredulous. "Buffy!"

She giggled "You already know the correct answer to that."

"Do I?" Angel questioned.

Spike moved off of her and Buffy leaned up to kiss Angel hard on the lips. "I missed both. Every microsecond I was away from you, I felt like I was going to go insane from the separation. The sex is just a bonus."

"Good answer," Angel replied, pulling her on top of him so he could kiss her again. When they finally pulled apart, Buffy realized she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast at her mother's and she was starving.

"Now, I've worked up an appetite," Buffy said as she climbed off of Angel and the bed. "Want anything?"

Spike leered at her. "You."

Buffy rolled her eyes, but she'd walked right into that. "Later. After I've eaten."

"Uh, pet? Don't you want to put something on?"

"I closed all the windows downstairs. No one can see," she said over her shoulder as she headed for the stairs.

Unable to object to her walking around naked, Spike just shrugged and leaned back against the pillows. Then, suddenly, his mind was filled with images of Buffy naked in the kitchen and he scrambled to his feet.

Sleepily, Angel looked up at him. "Where are you going?"

Preoccupied with thoughts, Spike barely managed to mutter a response. "Kitchen. Buffy. Naked."

Too tired to get up, Angel just smiled at his lover. "Don't make a mess."

"But that's half the fun."

"Then you'll clean it up."

Grumbling under his breath, Spike rushed towards the stairs. As naked as Buffy was, Spike leapt down the stairs to the kitchen and skidded to a halt at the entrance.

Spike couldn't help but groan loudly at the first sight that met his eyes. Buffy was bent over in front of the refrigerator as she dug through the contents on one of the lowest shelves.

"You couldn't wait a few minutes?" Buffy asked, not needing to turn around to know Spike was watching her from behind.

"Uh-uh."

Teasingly, Buffy wiggled her ass and that was all the invitation Spike needed. He flew across the kitchen, grabbed her by the waist and spun her away from the open refrigerator. He claimed her lips in a kiss so powerful and desperate, it was almost as if he hadn't just spent the past several hours making love to her in their bed.

For a moment, the kiss made Buffy forget why she came downstairs in the first place, but as his lips left hers and began to trail towards her ear, her stomach rumbled softly and she remembered.

"I'm still hungry."

"Not a problem," he assured her and lifted her off her feet. Buffy clung to him, although she had no fear of being dropped, and held on patiently as he walked her over to the kitchen table and sat her down on it.

Just when Buffy thought he was going to lay her back and make love to her right there, he pulled back and looked her in the eye. "What are you hungry for?" he asked.

It took her a second to understand the question, but her nearly empty stomach helped her out. "Anything. You didn't give me much time to look." Grinning at that, Spike went back in search of foods that would be both filling for her stomach and entertaining for them both.

Buffy remained on the table and kicked her legs back and forth as she watched Spike set a bowl of fruit and a wedge of her favorite cheese on the counter. He gathered the items in his arms, added a box of crackers and grabbed a knife from the block before returning to her.

She knew the food wouldn't satisfy her hunger for food, but she really couldn't expect him to be thinking of anything but sex at the moment.

A never-ending grin was plastered to Spike's face as he approached her, setting the items down on the table beside her and placing himself between her legs. Wordlessly, Spike picked up the cheese, cut a slice and offered it to her on a piece of cracker.

Buffy eagerly accepted the cracker as well as the two similarly prepared crackers that followed it. She didn't say a word and instead let their eyes speak to each other. After she finished the third cracker, Buffy raised her feet to wrap around Spike's ass and pull their bodies together. She slid to the edge of the table and Spike took several tiny steps until he could move no further and their sexes were pressed together.

Spike's eyes shut and Buffy could see his jaw clench as he tried to control himself.

"Give me one of those strawberries," Buffy asked softly.

Spike reached for the bowl of fruit and chose a large, ripe strawberry for her. As he fed it to her, he couldn't control the deep rumbling growl that erupted from him as she ate the fruit like a world-class seductress. His cock hardened even more and he ground his pelvis into hers.

Buffy licked her lips of a few stray drops of strawberry juice and smiled. "Another one," she said.

Her voice was so sweet and innocent, but Spike knew she was anything but innocent and she was prolonging this purely for his torment. Still, he complied with her request and raised another strawberry to her lips. Again he groaned as Buffy took several slow, sensual bites and never broke eye contact with him. This time, Spike bent down and licked away the trails of juice on her chin and the tiny droplets she purposely left on her lips. Naturally, Spike

Kissing her deeply, Spike used one hand behind her head to lay her back onto the table and the other to raise her hips just right for him. She cried out into his mouth when he finally entered her and tightened her feet around his waist.

"Oh, fuck yeah..." Spike groaned.

Buffy rocked her hips up, forcing her even closer to the table's edge, but Spike's hands, hips and cock kept her from falling off the edge as he thrust into her slowly and deeply.

With a whimper, Buffy practically clawed at Spike's arms as she tried to pull him down to her and capture his lips. He quickly answered her unspoken demand and moved to kiss her. The lingering taste of strawberries entered his mouth along with her questing tongue as they kissed hungrily. The table banged against the kitchen wall with each move of their bodies and food noisily splattered onto the floor, but the two lovers were oblivious to the sounds and mess they were making.

Buffy's mouth ripped away from Spike and she let out a scream of pleasure with her orgasm. Watching her come so intensely, Spike pounded into her several more times before letting go of his control and filling her with his dead seed.

Spent, Spike laid his weight on top of Buffy and listened to the sound of her deep breaths as they both tried to recover.

Buffy stroked the back of Spike's neck as she gasped and tried to catch her breath. Long minutes passed, but her breathing and heart rate didn't slow, her body didn't relax, and Spike began to worry.

"Buffy?" He inquired, looking up at her. One look at her eyes and he knew something was wrong.

With a needy pant, Buffy meet his gaze and clung tigher to him. "Hot..."

Pulling his weight off of her, but keeping his hands on her waist as if she would fall away from him if he let go, Spike turned his head towards the stairs and called out at the top of his lungs.

"ANGEL!"

* * * * *

An hour later, Buffy again snuggled between the cool bodies of her lovers in their bed.

Angel kissed the top of her head and squeezed his arm around her shoulders. "You sure you feel better, sweetheart?"

"Much." Buffy kissed Angel's chest. Almost guiltily, Buffy muttered, "Heck of a way to finish off the day, huh?"

"Don't do that," Angel scolded. "You have no control over when the craving happens."

"Still..."

"Baby, we'd give our lives a million times over for you. Whatever we have to do to be together, we'll do it. But don't you dare feel guilty about this. Okay?"

"Yes, master," Buffy replied playfully to lighten his mood.

Angel groaned and hugged her close to his side.

Bound for the Birthday Boy (Incomplete)

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.
Rating: NC17. M/F, M/M/F, M/M sex, B/A, B/S, A/S, B/A/S, bondage, oral, anal.
Author's Note: This story is not yet complete, but I thought I'd release a little teaser of the next story in the series..

Angel stumbled as his childe pulled him roughly from his chair in the kitchen towards the stairs without so much as an explanation.

"Spike, wha--where are we going?"

"Would you quit asking questions and just follow me?"

He contemplated protesting more, but there was an unfamiliar glint in Spike's eye and Angel decided to see what he was up to. The two made it up the stairs without tripping then Spike slowed down as they approached the master bedroom. The blond leaned against the doorframe and just smirked and looked inside.

Angel followed Spike's lead and then swallowed hard as his eyes took in the sight before him. Buffy was stretched out in the middle of their bed, a tiny and completely see-through slip the only thing keeping her from being entirely naked.

Her arms were raised above her head and fastened to the headboard.

With Spike's manacles.

The cuffs had been padded to protect her delicate skin, but there was no mistaking what they were.

"What's going on?"

Buffy wiggled under his intense gaze, making the bottom hem of the slip ride up a few inches more and nearly exposing her completely. Only her legs, which were squeezed together, kept Angel from seeing the flesh between her legs, which was already dampening.

"Well, you're not exactly the easiest vampire to buy for and you don't eat, so a traditional birthday dinner or cake was out of the question. I thought I'd give you a present you can unwrap, a birthday cake you can decorate yourself and a dinner you can savor all in one carefully bound package."

Angel sputtered.

"Happy Birthday," Buffy said sweetly.

Still at a loss for words, Angel began to mumble and think aloud. "Birthday? But I don't celebrate my birthday..." The words left his mouth before he could realize what he said, but the damage done.

Buffy's eyes welled with tears and her confidence crumbled at his words. "Well fine, if you don't want me. Spike get me out of these things..."

Furious, Spike glared daggers at Angel and took a step towards the bed to free Buffy.

"Touch her and die," Angel commanded harshly as he blocked Spike's way with his arm. Realizing he needed to remedy the situation quickly, he took a few steps until he was standing beside the bed, looking down on Buffy. "I didn't say I didn't want my gift. I'm just surprised. Do you realize what you're doing?"

Defensive, Buffy rolled her eyes at him. "I'm chained to our bed. I think it's somewhat obvious."

"You know you can't break those," Angel said needlessly, though he felt obligated to confirm that she understood. They'd never played bondage games with anything more than delicate scarves that could she could tear without a struggle.

"Yes. You aren't planning on hurting me, are you?"

"Of course not."

"Then I have nothing to worry about. Angel, I know what I'm doing. It's part of the present: my complete and utter sacrifice of control to you."

Crawling onto the bed, Angel ran his hands along the outsides of Buffy's legs as he kissed the lengths of her legs and took in the sight of her smooth tanned skin as he examined it closely. His hands ran over her hips and ass as his mouth inched closer to her core and he slowly pushed the hem of her slip up around her waist. When his eyes fell on her pussy, he froze and gaped up at her.

Buffy let out a little laugh at the look on his face. "That's another part of the surprise. Hurt like a bitch, but worth it." Experimentally, Angel brushed his fingers over her thoroughly waxed lips, and grinned.

"These surprises just keep getting better and better. Anything else I should look for?"

"Nothing that I'm aware of, but you may have to do a complete examination to be sure."

"Is that so?"

With an almost evil smirk, Angel grabbed the material of Buffy's slip that was bunched around her waist and yanked the entire article from her.

Desperate to touch her, he immediately leaned down and kissed the newly exposed area between her breasts while he skimmed his fingers over her sides and raised goose bumps.

"That was brand new," Buffy protested.

"I'll buy you another. In fact, I'll buy you several more. One in every color. But now, I don't want anything in my way."

Trying not to melt from the heat that was radiating both from his smoldering eyes and needy words, Buffy drew in a shaky breath.

His mouth worked upwards to her collarbone and throat, then his tongue snaked out to touch the lobe of her ear and draw it into his mouth.

Buffy shuddered visibly, reminding herself that he was only just beginning, she couldn't afford to lose it already.

"Before you get too involved, um, Spike helped me pull this off. I know it's not his birthday, but..."

"Don't worry, I won't forget him. First, I need to finish exploring my present."

One of Angel's hands lightly brushed over Buffy's skin, running from one of her bound wrists down to her shoulder and finally over the hardening peak of her nipple. His lips resumed their exploration around her throat and shoulder, touching every inch of flesh he could find and reach. He continued to go over every inch of her body until Buffy was whimpering and shaking with denied pleasure.

Still, Buffy kept from protesting or begging. This was his birthday and she was his gift and if he wanted her hanging perilously from the edge of ecstasy, she'd play along.

For a while.

Before she could give his tormenting ways another thought, Angel slowly slid his length into her and lowered the weight of his upper torso onto hers. Buffy gasped at the pleasant crushing sensation and leaned up to kiss Angel's grinning lips as soon as he was within reach. As cruelly as he had explored her body with his hands and mouth, Angel rocked slowly against her with no intention of speeding up anytime soon.

"Gonna make love to you all night long," he whispered huskily in Buffy's ear. "Make you come so many times, you won't be able to leave this bed for a week after I take those chains off."

Buffy shuddered and felt her orgasm hit just from his words. "Oh god, Angel!"

Pleased, Angel raised his hips more and began to thrust more forcefully into her, drawing her from her first orgasm quickly into another wave of pleasure.

"This is supposed to be your birthday present..."

"It is. And I get to do whatever I want to you. What I want to do to you, is make you scream."

Gripping the chains over her head, Buffy held on to them for leverage as she thrust her hips up to meet his. With a challenging look in her eyes, she smiled up at him. "Then make me."

Angel ducked his head to take one of her nipples between his teeth, then slammed his hips down into hers and Buffy did exactly as he wanted.

She thrust her hips up to his, arched her breast into his mouth and screamed what every man wanted to hear from his lover in the throws of passion.

His name.

* * * * * * To Be Continued