The Wish Realized
by Jeni

A/N: This fic is in response to Challenge #55 at the Bloodshedverse.  Shippy, this is for you. I hope I do your idea justice. See challenge requirements at the end of the fic.  

Summary:  Season 6: Buffy has been ripped from Heaven and is having trouble adjusting.  She has been using Spike, but does realize what she is doing, just doesn’t know how to stop and really doesn’t want to stop.  Enter a wish, and a justice demon, and things will get interesting!

Pairings: Buffy and Spike and William

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Sex, sex and more sex m/f, m/f/m, Language, Violence, Blood-play (all as per requested *grin*) plus light on the angst-promise.

The Wish Realized:

Buffy groaned and turned over her sore and abused body protesting at the movement, but she didn’t let it deter her from getting up and gathering her clothes, stumbling around in the darkness of the crypt.  She stubbed her toe on the chest at the foot of the bed and grabbed at it, crying out softly, disturbing the sleeping vampire there. Cool arms reached around her, catching her up and cradling her just as the sniffles from the slight pain in her foot turned to sobs at harshness that was living.  She clung to him, a child in the dark and knew that he would protect her, just like she knew that he truly loved her and that she had been using him to feel ever since she had crawled out of her grave.  She had known that she was using him for a while now, but couldn’t stop, wouldn’t, her dirty little secret.

It took a few moments for her to realize that the lover who had bruised her body with his passion was now softly purring, the deep rumble in his chest soothing her anguish, relaxing her to the point of sleep. She offered no protest as he laid them down again, spooning his body protectively around hers, more man then demon, but accepted only as a monster, by her friends, by her...She wanted so badly to accept him for both the man and the monster, to love him freely, but her duty, a calling she both lived and died for, wouldn’t allow it.  They wouldn’t allow it, her self-absorbed selfish friends.  They couldn’t let her rest in peace and wouldn’t let her live in it either.  So she kept him hidden, coming to him here in the dark. Punched him in anger and fucked him in fear, the Slayer and her willing slave.

As she drifted off to sleep deep underground, ironically feeling safer there in that dark place of death then she felt safe anywhere since before she punched her way out of her coffin, she sighed, mumbling, “I wish...I wish they could see him the way that I do, the monster and the man...wish I could love him in the light as well as the dark.”

She was deeply asleep even before she completed her thought, before the flash of light illuminated the darkness briefly, before she could hear, “Wish granted.”

~~

Halfrek felt the change over take her as the wish was voiced aloud, finally allowing for justice to be served.  She had been hanging out in the tunnels and alleys of this stinking little hellmouth for weeks, called there by the pain in the Slayer’s heart.  Never had she so clearly heard the cry for revenge and justice as she had with the blonde girl ensconced in the bed of vampire she had once known as a human, William.  Her task had been made more difficult by the fact that Anyanka lived in Sunnydale and she had had to take care not to alert the former vengeance demon to her presence.  Anyanka would have tried to interfere and that just wasn’t acceptable friend or not; she had a quota to meet after all.

The Slayer’s wish actually allowed her to clear an old debt as well.  She had been such a bitch when she was human, always thought herself above others.  It was that attitude that led William out into the London night and into deaths embrace.  She had found his body in the alleyway, pale and lifeless, tears still drying on his face.  All she could think of as she looked down him was the words she had spat at him not an hour before, ‘beneath her’ and the others laughing and calling him the ‘bloody awful poet’.  It had been his death that had led to her becoming a justice demon and in some small way every time she granted a wish she was granting it to William.  Now she had the opportunity to make things right, give him a chance to live again and she would take it.  Maybe not exactly what the Slayer had in mind, but it would do nicely. Nodding her head and smiling at how well things had turned out, she grasped her pendant and went home.

~~

Buffy groaned and turned over, or at least tried to turn over, but was hindered by the hard cool arms holding her tightly against a hard chest and a harder cock.  She moaned, wiggling her bottom against Spike’s erection, and nuzzling her face into the warm skin under her cheek.  She tightened her arms around her life-size pillow and pulled it closer to her, rubbing her lips over salty skin and sweet scented flesh.  As her tired brain caught up with her body all vestiges of sleep disappeared and her heart sped up, body stiffening in the embrace of what she had come to realize was two men.  Well one man and her vampire.

She lay still assessing the situation in which she found herself.  ‘Think Buffy, you can figure this out...you found Spike at the Bronze, he fucked you while you watched your friends dance below, you made excuses to said friends, left Dawn with said friends, and went home with said vampire where you fucked him until you were both tired and bloody.’

She experimentally ran her hands over the slender back and up over strong shoulders.  She traced curious fingers over sculpted cheekbones and a full pouty mouth, before running them gently over closed eyelids and perfect brows, with the exceptions of the heartbeat and the unscarred eyebrow he was familiar to her in everyway.  The heart beneath her ear sped up and a low husky moan sounded in the silence of the crypt before warm arms joined cool ones wrapped around her body.  The vampire behind her purred and nuzzled his nose under her hair, cool lips caressing her nape, causing her to shiver, while the man in front of her, mirroring the vamp, nudged his nose under her chin, warm lips pressing sleepy kisses to her throat.

She inhaled the familiar scent of the man in her arms, easily recognizing it as the same as the vampire at her back.  She wanted to freak out, but could only sob quietly in relief at how complete she felt held between them.  She had to see them, to understand...she reluctantly crawled from between them and felt her way to the bedside table, lighting the candle she found there and caught her breath.

The two males had moved together in response to her loss, limbs entangling and clinging together like naughty children.  Identical faces lay nose to nose, one’s hair bleached blond, the other honey gold. She ran her wide eyes over pale, nude bodies, taking in the similarities and differences; scars that decorated the vampire but were non-existent on the man, smooth, lightly muscled chests, rounded buttocks, and twin, hard cocks, lightly rubbing against one another, causing her to lick suddenly dry lips.  The monster and the man, separated somehow...she leaned over and nudged the vampire...calling his name...

Chapter 2:  Bloody Hell...

Spike grunted and shrugged his shoulder against the annoying poke, snuggling deeper into the warm arms around him.  He felt the dip of the bed as someone climbed on behind him and moaned as soft breasts pressed into his back and a slim, toned leg found its way between his, nudging the soft flesh between his thighs.  He groaned again at the soft touch, his all ready hard cock growing harder and he rubbed it against the long column of flesh nestled against his front, his ass rubbing against the soft bush behind him.  He froze as he realized the wrongness of the situation.  The body he now recognized as male rubbed against him, warm arms pulling him tighter against a masculine chest, soft, hot male lips trailed over his cool ones, and a hot male cock pulsed against his.

He growled in confusion and sent out his senses to explore the room.  He easily picked out Buffy from the new scent in the room; she was the one behind him, small breasts tucked against his back, warm and sweet.  The man in front of him smelled human and... familiar.  He finally opened his eyes, widening them in shock when he saw the other man.

 “Bloody hell...” he whispered.  He raised a shaking hand, touching soft gold hair, sharp cheekbones, and soft warm lips, before bringing his hand to his own face tracing the same path.

Stunned blue eyes, looked into smiling ones, “William?”  Spike asked, unsure.

The blond man nodded, “Well, just Will now, not quite the same ponce I was a hundred years ago, love.”

“How?” he demanded, unsure of how he should feel.  He felt Buffy lean up and look over his shoulder at the other man, wanting to hear the answer as well.

Will shrugged.  He really didn’t know what had happened, where he had been, he just knew that he was here now with his two loves and that he belonged to them.  “Don’t know, don’t really care.” He moved in closer to Spike, leaning in to kiss him, but the vampire growled and pulled away to sit up.  A flash of hurt passed over Will’s open features and he too pulled away to sit up, conscious for the first of his nakedness, he flipped the sheet over his lap and leaned against the headboard, head down.  Was he always to be hurt by those he loved then? 

Buffy shot a scathing look at the vampire and crawled around him towards Will, crawling into his lap and using her hand to tilt his up.  “Ignore him, Will. He’s just grumpy when he first wakes up.”  She leaned in gently kissed him, lips closed at first, before sighing and running her tongue along his full mouth, begging entrance.  He complied, parting his lips with a groan as she sunk her tongue inside of his heat. 

Spike looked at the two of them for a moment, feeling guilty because he had hurt the other man, before moving towards the two of them with predatory grace.  He nuzzled his face first against Buffy and then against Will.

“Sorry, Will, Buffy. Just startled me is all. Not everyday that you see your human self again.  Forgive me?”  He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of both humans.  His they were both his, for better or worse.

Will cautiously broke away from Buffy and looked at his vampire half, blue eyes glazed with tears at the thought of rejection again. He found his courage and leaned towards Spike again, “Please, Spike...” He begged.

Spike couldn’t stop himself this time, didn’t want to and he leaned in towards Will until cool lips met warm.  They groaned into each other’s mouths at the contact, sighing when they both felt Buffy stroking their hair, settling herself between them easily, wrapping toned legs around Will’s waist and leaning back into Spike.  He pulled away from the other man slowly, lingering over the full bottom mouth before giving Buffy a quick kiss and pulled back the rest of the way.

“Mine!” He growled, making sure they knew he was referring to both of them.

Buffy and Will sighed at the same time, happy, and she tipped her head back against Spike’s shoulder and wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a long kiss.  She gasped into his mouth as she felt a warm mouth close over a suddenly tight nipple, just as a cool hand enclosed the other. Her hips moved automatically, rubbing against the hard cock in the small of her back and the one between her thighs, making all three of them groan.

She broke the kiss, panting as the two men continued their assault of her breasts, Spike’s mouth going automatically to her neck, “So we’re all in agreement, right.  We don’t care where Will came from, we belong to each other?” She questioned, wanting to make sure they were all together in this.

She took their grunts as a yes and unwrapped her legs from around Will’s waist, he groaned at the loss of contact with her wet heat.  She gently shoved him away from her breasts, breaking Spike’s hold as well.

“Love!”

Came two identical protests at her movement, but she shushed them, getting to her knees and straddling Spike’s lap. “Gonna, have you both, now.” She panted, urging Will to his knees as well.   She gripped his hips for leverage and slowly lowered herself onto Spike’s cock, the vampire quickly grabbing her hips and guiding her.  She paused just as the tip of his cock parted her folds, Her mouth now even with Will’s bobbing length.

“Ready?” She asked, her eyes holding Will’s, the warmth of her breath against the tip of his cock causing him to shudder.  The twin grunts made her smile and she lowered herself the rest of the way, engulfing Spike’s hard length with her pussy and Will’s with her mouth.

“Bloody hell!” They cried out, speaking in sync again.  Buffy moaned in agreement, her mouth busy working Will’s length down her throat.  Once she had him in, she began to move, raising herself off of both men at the same time, before sliding down engulfing them again. She did this several more times, before crying out in frustration, the position wasn’t allowing her to take them in as deeply as she wanted.

The men looked at each other over her head, wicked glints in identical blue eyes.  Spike gripped her hips, stilling her movements and Will pulled himself out of her mouth, groaning as the cool air of the crypt caressed his over sensitive flesh. 

“Wha’?!” Buffy cried out, dismayed at the loss of the two men.

Will moved, settling himself back down and positioning his back against the headboard, lazily pumping his length as Spike gained his knees and walked Buffy forward hard cock still buried inside of her, causing her to groan and cry out at the penetration, until they both straddled Will’s out stretched legs.

Will gripped his cock more firmly, angling it away from his belly as Spike gently pushed Buffy forward, bending her upper body until she was resting on her elbows, ass in the air, mouth once more hovering over Will’s cock.

“Now, Love,” Spike encouraged pulling out and shoving himself back in, forcing her forward to take in Will’s length as well.  She cried out around Will’s hard flesh, loving the moans she received from both men.  She kept herself firmly on Will’s cock; sucking him in to the back of her throat and swallowing in time to Spike’s hard, steady thrusts.

Will tangled his hands in Buffy’s hair and held on as her strong throat muscles milked his erection. He wanted to thrust up, but had no leverage to do so.  He cried out again when she cupped his balls with her little hand and rolled them in her palms, he could feel himself tighten and knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Buffy, fuck, so hot...wet...gonna cum soon, love.” he groaned.

Spike was turned on like never before. He gripped Buffy’s hips and slid his aching cock in and out, watching as her wet pussy gripped him tightly.  He looked up at Will and smiled at the other man’s pleasure, well aware of Buffy’s oral talents.  He leaned forward, over Buffy’s back changing the penetration to stroke that spot deep inside of her and enable him to reach Will’s mouth. 

He sucked the other man’s tongue into his mouth and groaned at the dark, familiar taste of him.  Buffy was right, it didn’t matter how Will came to be here, it only matter that he was and that he was theirs.  He pulled away from Will’s mouth and looked at him, his demon coming to the fore at the sound of his loves’ gasping breaths and the feel of Buffy tightening around him.

Will came first, crying out and automatically baring his throat for the vampire before him.  He came hard, shooting his hot load down Buffy’s throat, moaning at the feel of her swallowing him.  He cried out again as he felt Spike’s fangs slip into his neck and ejaculated again from the pleasurable pain.

Buffy eagerly swallowed Will down, moaning as Spike’s cock hit her g-spot over and over.  She heard Spike feeding and felt a thrill go through her at the thought of being bitten and claimed by the vampire pounding in her pussy.  The thought was just enough to send her over the edge and she came with a small cry, licking and sucking at Will’s softening shaft, gripping Spike’s hardness deep inside her.

Spike growled in possession and pleasure as Buffy’s muffled cry reached his ears and her pussy clamped down on his thrusting cock, milking him. He felt his balls clench and buried his fangs deeper in the enticing neck in front of him, Will’s hot, sweet blood flooding his mouth, filling him as he filled Buffy with his cool cream.

“Mine!” He growled, removing his fangs and licking the marks closed; he clumsily moved off of Buffy groaning as he slid out of her wet flesh and collapsed beside his mate on the bed.

“Yours...” came Will’s tired reply.

Buffy released Will’s spent shaft and fell heavily down on his legs, breathing hard.  She knew Spike had just claimed Will and it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.  She had to have that, be one with them.

“Spike,” she said huskily, pulling herself towards the knackered vamp.

He looked up at her questioningly, and smiled happily when she bared her neck to him.  He reached up and cupped his hand around her neck, pulling her down for a long kiss, letting her taste Will on his tongue.  He grasped her hair and pulled her neck back into a clean line, licking and sucking at the sweet flesh there, before gently biting down over Angel’s old marks, eradicating them.  “Mine!”

Buffy gasped at the penetration of his fangs and blindly searched for Will’s hand and held on, “Yours,” she whispered, tears pouring down her face.  She trembled as he pulled his fangs out and licked the wounds, settling her down between them.  Will automatically curled into her back and the two men kissed over her head all of them feeling better than they had in a long time.

TBC

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