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Chapter 3

The hunger forced her out of her dreamless slumber, and she lay there unmoving, trying to figure out where she was… and why she was so hungry. 

Sounds drifted over her, so crystal clear that they seemed to overwhelm her at first.  Eyes still closed, she forced herself to calm down and notice other things. 

Like the fact that she just knew it was near dusk. 

The putrid smell of stale sex that lingered in the room and made her nose crinkle in distaste. 

How she knew she wasn’t alone. 

And beneath it all was the unconscious thought of how very hungry she was. 

Buffy opened her eyes, staring at the cracked ceiling above her before lowering her gaze to the pale arm wrapped possessively around her middle.  Her bare middle…as in, she was completely naked beneath the covers. 

She was all set to start panicking, could feel a full-blown hyperventilation coming on, when she suddenly realized that she wasn’t breathing.  She could feel herself starting to shake uncontrollably and she forced herself to seek out the identity of the arm wrapped around her. 

Her head turned ever so carefully to the left, and she nearly gasped at the man asleep next to her.  It was the blond from the alley.  The hottie… 

…who was a vampire. 

It slammed into her then with a force of a freight train, everything that had happened in the alley.  His clapping.  How he’d said he’d see her on Saturday.  The disappointment she’d felt, which had felt like a betrayal to Angel.  His deception.  The way his fangs had felt in her neck.  The taste of him. 

Her eyes closed and she remembered drinking him.  Unconsciously, her hands lifted to finger the puckered scar on her neck, gasping when she felt an answering throb deep in her core. 

When she opened them again, she found herself staring into his blue eyes.  Found herself getting lost in his penetrating stare.  She licked her lips, swallowing hard, as she forced herself not to buckle beneath his piercing gaze. 

“Hungry, pet?” he asked. 

Buffy couldn’t help but nod helplessly. 

He smiled at her, and she smiled back.  Hesitant.  Unwilling to anger him.  He’d been so volatile before and she didn’t want to see a return of that if she could help it.  She liked him like this.  He seemed almost soft.  Open. 

Carefree… now that she thought about it. 

Buffy gasped when she felt herself pulled flush against his hard body.  Naked.  Just like her own.  His cock pressed intimately against her belly.  She groaned in pleasure for a second before abruptly cutting herself off, eyes going wide in embarrassment. 

Only to flutter shut a second later as he nuzzled her neck. 

When his fangs pierced her flesh, Buffy lost it, rolling to her back and pulling him on top of her.  Her legs wrapped around his back, drawing him even closer.  The throbbing between her legs intensified as he continued to suck at her neck, and she wiggled helplessly beneath him, trying to get him to fill her, to erase the ache he’d caused. 

There! 

Finally. 

She felt something hard brush against the folds of her sex, the instant rush of pleasure something she wanted repeated.  Now.  The second thrust drove him inside her a bit.  She spread her legs a little, tilting her pelvis up so that she could feel more of him.  Take more.  She had to have all of him.  Right now. 

Oblivious to the dark-haired vampire propped on his elbow as he watched them unabashedly, Buffy’s hands found their way to his ass to drive him deeper.  The growl he emitted produced an answering one from her, and a second later Buffy cried out as she felt him break through her virginal barrier. As the pain washed over her, she couldn’t prevent her nails from digging deep into the pale globes of his ass, the crescent marks oozing blood.  

~*~ 

Spike’s control snapped at realizing he’d been her first.  He ripped his fangs from her throat, growling possessively. Fisting one hand in her hair, he yanked her head back and attacked her lips, his tongue boldly taking possession of her mouth.  He felt her inner walls squeeze his length in response and couldn’t help the groan that escaped his mouth as he drove himself into her tight passage again and again as he sought his release. 

He pulled almost all the way out of her, knowing that this last thrust would send him over the edge… 

And felt a restraining grip on his throbbing cock.

 Angelus. 

He turned to look almost guiltily at his sire, mentally cringing at his reproachful look as he gestured to the Slayer.  Spike glanced down at his childe and wanted to kick his own arse. 

Her eyes were glazed over with lust, but even that was eclipsed by her hunger.  Her bottom lip was bleeding where she’d bitten herself to keep from biting him, her demon knowing instinctively not to trespass without permission. 

Spike hung his head in shame, unsure what to fix first with his childe.  She was starving, but to leave her body poised on the brink of orgasm also seemed cruel. 

~*~ 

Angel could see the tormented look on his childe’s face and took pity on him.  Releasing his tight grip on Spike’s cock, he scooted closer to the pair, his actions finally drawing the notice of Buffy. 

“Angel?” 

“Shh…” he soothed, leaning in to brush a gentle kiss across her lips before she had time to react to his presence.  He lifted his head a moment later, brushing her hair off her face.  “You need to feed, Buffy.” 

He placed his wrist in front of her mouth and frowned when she just stared at it in confusion. 

~*~ 

Buffy.  Her name was Buffy. 

And his sire had known it.  Known her. 

All those niggling fears he harbored deep within himself made him wonder if he was the reason his sire had come… or if it had been for her. 

Spike pulled free of his childe, determined to put space between him and Angelus when he felt a strong hand clamp around his wrist.  Then his sire was kneeling beside him, forcing him to look his way. 

“Don’t even think it.  I came for you, Will, no one else.” 

“And the Slayer?” 

“She was my means to redemption.  I helped her with information about the master… ended up staking Darla to protect her.” 

“And now?” 

“It’s like you said.  We’re family.  We’ll have both.  Like it was meant to be,” he murmured the last, leaning in to kiss him. 

Spike responded instantly, sinking into the elder vamp’s embrace and allowing his concerns to be assuaged. 

“Angel?” 

Buffy’s confused voice reluctantly pulled the vampires apart. 

Once more secure in his sire’s love, Spike turned to his childe.  Confusion.  Lust.  Hunger.  It was all there for him to see, and at Angelus’ urging, he resettled himself between Buffy’s legs.  She responded instinctively, wrapping arms and legs around him as he positioned himself at her moist entrance and slid home. 

Spike bit back a groan as her inner walls stretched to accommodate him.  When he was fully sheathed inside her, he rolled them so that she lay on top of him. 

“Feed, childe,” Spike murmured, drawing her to his neck. 

Buffy may have been confused, but the demon wasn’t – it needed no further urging to slake its hunger. 

Spike hissed in pleasure when her fangs pierced his neck, his hips giving an involuntary buck as she began to drink.  A moment later, he nodded to Angelus. 

~*~ 

Angel stared in wonder at his childe. 

Surely he hadn’t… 

“It’s only right, Sire,” Spike murmured. 

Angel nodded once, unable to say anything.  But, he’d not question his childe’s gift. 

Settling himself on his knees between Spike’s legs, he reached between his and Buffy’s joined bodies to coat the fingers of one hand; the other he used to gently squeeze his childe’s balls, smirking at the result.  His name hissed like a reverent prayer while the younger vamp’s hips arched off the mattress, Buffy’s purr of pleasure as Spike’s cock thrust deep inside her pussy. 

As she continued to feed, Angel’s fingers rimmed her ass, preparing her.  When she no longer flinched at his touch, he wormed a finger inside, pleased when she pushed back against him.  A second finger soon joined the first, and then a third… sliding in and out of her until her hips were moving of their own accord. 

Sensing that she was ready, Angel looked up at his childe.  At Spike’s nod of assent, he removed his fingers and positioned himself at her rimmed entrance, pushing his way slowly past her tight sphincter. 

This time it was Angel that groaned as she took him to the hilt.  A feeling of contentment washed over him and he realized that he was finally where he was meant to be. 

~*~ 

“Sire!” Buffy gasped as she tore her mouth from his neck at Angel’s invasion.  She whimpered at the searing pain that seemed to snake up her insides. 

“Shhh…” he whispered in the same tone Angel had earlier.  “Just relax, Buffy.  It’ll feel better in a minute.  Body’s jus’ getting’ used to it, is all.” 

“Why is…is this…” 

“We’re family.  You.  Me.  Angelus.  Can you feel it?” 

Buffy nodded hesitantly, her body beginning to relax between the two males.  Her sire was right; the pain was starting to dissipate, leaving behind a yearning for…something.  She watched him nod, and a second later felt hands at her hips holding her in place.  Then they were both moving…the pair taking turns filling her with their hard lengths. 

It was too much for her.  Too much. Too fast.  It scared her.  This unknown.  

She was all set to fight against it when she felt her sire’s eyes upon her. 

“Let it happen,” he urged her. 

Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to what the two vampires were making her feel.  She could feel the pressure building within her womb, her body quickly reaching sensory overload as they never let up in their sensual assault. 

Buffy seemed to shatter into a thousand pieces as the first orgasm of her young life rushed through her body.  Unprepared for anything of that magnitude, she screamed her release, oblivious to the people that might be around her.  Afterward, she collapsed on top of her sire, wincing slightly when she felt Angel slide free. 

She felt a bit of movement beside her, then found herself rolled to her back. 

~*~ 

Spike rolled Buffy to her back, rising to his knees so that Angelus could put a few pillows beneath her bum.  She seemed willing enough… if slightly dazed.  Heck, he was sure he wore the same expression.  The thought of his sire at his back suppressing his Big Bad nature and turning him into the soppy poet once more. 

He didn’t care though.  He was happy. 

Probably for the first time in over a century. 

He felt fingers probing his ass, and he growled at his sire to get on with it.  He wasn’t going to break if he wasn’t properly “prepared.” 

~*~ 

Angel growled and rammed his way home, goaded into action by his childe’s brash words.  He smelled the blood instantly and it fueled his bloodlust, causing him to thrust into Spike’s ass without mercy. 

His childe didn’t seem to mind, taking perverse pleasure in the pain he gave.  He could see his face perfectly in his mind’s eye.  Eyes half-lidded with passion, fangs biting into his bottom lip to keep from crying out, his hand wrapped around his own cock, sliding up and down its length in time to Angel’s thrust.  Only this time, his childe’s shaft was buried deep in Buffy’s pussy, slowly bringing her off as her body jerked from his sire’s thrusts. 

It was that image that had him coming in long spurts deep within Spike’s ass, his fangs sinking into the younger vamp’s shoulder. 

~*~ 

Spike arched back against Angelus as he felt the elder vamp’s arms slip around his middle.  He was trying to hold off his orgasm until the last possible second, unwilling to let the moment be over so soon.  But, his body had other plans, his sire did too, sinking his fangs into his back as his body began to climax. 

With his hands gripping Buffy’s waist, he allowed his sire’s momentum to finish him off, slamming her down on his cock as Angelus thrust forward into his ass.  His childe’s second orgasm was his undoing, and he finally allowed his body the release it craved.

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