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Chapter 5

When Spike walked back inside, Angel knew right away that something had happened.  For one thing, he hadn’t been gone all that long.  He and Buffy had barely begun watching some program on the ancient television sitting perched on top of the rickety stand across from the bed – though truthfully neither one had really been paying all that much attention to it, instead spending the time discussing the Slayer’s changed status – when his childe had returned.  At a look from the other, Angel disentangled himself from Buffy and stood up, walking over to where Spike stood. 

“What is it, Will?” 

Spike gave an imperceptible shake of his head…and he knew.  Giles hadn’t wasted any time telling Buffy’s mother.  And, apparently it hadn’t gone well given the hard look on the younger vamp’s face. 

Angel reached out and pulled Spike close, allowing him a moment to get control of his emotions.  Projecting his worry on Buffy wouldn’t help matters – neither of the two particularly needed to deal with an emotional fledgling. 

“Come on, luv.  Let’s get you dressed,” Spike directed his comment to the girl lounging on the bed as he stepped away from his sire, his voice betraying none of his concerns.  There were so many things that could go wrong with Buffy seeing her mother, and he was happy that he had Angelus to keep him from flying off the handle at the least provocation. 

Buffy squealed with delight and jumped from the bed, racing towards her sire and throwing herself in his arms. “We’re going to see my mom, aren’t we?” 

“Yeah, pet.  Then, afterwards…well…”  He broke off, unsure how to proceed. 

“What Spike is trying to say is that we can’t stay here.  There are things…suffice to say, it’s time to move on.  Leave the Hellmouth behind.” 

“But what about Giles, and Willow, and Xander?” Her gaze shifted between the two vampires before finally settling on Angel. 

“I’m sorry, Buffy.  Giles had just received the call from the Watcher’s Council when I arrived.” 

“’S for the best, pet.” 

“Spike’s right.  As much as I know that Giles cares for you…if word got out that you’d been turned…the Council…” 

“We’d spend the next century lookin’ over our shoulder,” Spike finished.  

It was too much for her – the tag team conversation as the pair seemed to complete each other’s sentences.  Giles.  Her friends.  Her mom.  She was just supposed to leave them behind?  

Spike hugged her close, trying to soothe the rampant emotions churning within her.  “They think you’re dead, luv.  Your friends’ll grieve for a time, then move on.  Your place is with us now.  You’ve a new family to look after you.” 

He leaned back a bit and put his fingers beneath her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. 

He didn’t say anything, instead looking into her eyes and willing her to understand.  To accept.  To let go of her past and embrace her future.  With them. 

Buffy got lost in her sire’s eyes, their dark blue hue wise to the ways of men and demon alike, and knew he was right.  She wasn’t the Slayer anymore.  Hell, since she’d killed the Master something had been off with her.  Things she couldn’t explain to her watcher, her friends, or even Angel… before now. 

When she’d seen her sire – Spike – emerging from the shadows, she’d known.  Like a moth to the flame, she’d been drawn to him.  His whispered urgings to drink as he’d slowly drained her life force, too powerful for her to resist.  She’d embraced it.  Embraced him, and the darkness he could give her. 

What her Slayer self spent the past year straddling.  That line between darkness and light. 

She nodded her understanding.  It was time to leave her past behind.  Forge a new future with the two vampires standing so close to her. 

Buffy the Vampire Slayer had died.  In her place had risen a new Buffy.  One that her friends, her watcher, even her mother, could not understand.  And in that moment, she felt free.  Freer than she’d been since that fateful day in Los Angeles.  The day Merrick had shown up and turned her world upside down. 

“Do you have something for me to put on,” she asked her sire, voice sultry as she looked up at him from beneath her lowered lashes. 

“Just wear what you wore the other night.  You can get a fresh set of togs at your mum’s.” 

She nodded and pulled away, hips sashaying seductively as she crossed the room to get dressed. 

Spike watched her with a predatory gleam in his eyes as the muscles in her ass and legs rippled with movement. 

“See how she’s beginning to embrace it now?”  The husky whisper at his ear caused him to shiver in anticipation, but it was the grip to the bulge in his pants, the way his sire draped his arms around him and drew him back against his chest that caused him to moan in delight.  Spike was set to turn in his sire’s arms and ravage the elder’s lips, but the grip on his upper body prevented the action. 

“Watch her,” Angel whispered, nipping at the blond vampire’s ear.  The hand on his crotch shifted and Spike let out another moan, in despair this time.  He sagged in his sire’s embrace when he felt a slight fumbling with his belt, the buttons of his jeans giving way allowing his engorged cock to spring out into Angelus’ waiting hand.  A soft whoosh and a clank of metal sounded as his jeans fell from his lean hips to pool around his ankles. 

“Angelus,” he hissed as the elder vamp began stroking him. 

“Look at her.  See how she’s teasing us?  Ass in the air, her pussy glistening with arousal as she bends down to grab at her discarded clothes…her mom now forgotten?” 

Angel knew he should stop tormenting his childe so that they could go see Buffy’s mother one last time.  It hadn’t been all that long, yet it felt like an eternity since he’d been buried so deep inside Spike.  His eyes strayed from where his hand was slowly driving his childe crazy, over to where Buffy lay back on the bed pleasuring herself with her fingers.  Having smelled their arousal, heard his words spoken to Spike, all pretext of her getting dressed was now gone. 

“Smells good, doesn’t it?” Angel asked. 

Spike nodded, eyes glued to the sight of his childe as she finger-fucked herself.  The visual and tactile stimulation were edging him closer to orgasm, the whispered plea escaping his lips before he could contain it. 

“Please what, Will?” Angel’s voice had taken on his Irish lilt.  “Ye wanna taste her?  Stick yer tongue inside her and make her scream?” 

“Sire,” Spike whimpered. 

“Take yer coat off.” 

Spike struggled to do as Angelus asked, ready to rip the thing to shreds when it wouldn’t come off fast enough.  The second it fell free, his sire’s cock nudged him in the ass as he stood naked behind him.  He’d forgotten that.  How could he have forgotten that Angelus had crawled naked from the bed once he’d arrived back at the room? 

“Angelus.”  Again his voice sounded like a plaintive mewl, but he didn’t care. 

“On yer knees,” the elder vampire rasped, and Spike didn’t hesitate to sink to all fours, his legs going as wide as they were able with his jeans locked around his ankles.  Angel followed his childe to the floor, his hand never letting up on his lazy rhythm as he steadily stroked Spike’s cock.  His own cock mimicked the actions of his hand, his length gliding back and forth along the underside of his ass, the tip nudging the other’s balls.  His canines trailed back and forth along his childe’s neck causing little rivulets of blood to ooze from the cuts he’d made.  Angel closed his eyes in ecstasy as his raspy tongue lapped at the droplets. 

“Tell me what you want, Will.” 

Spike was panting with need.  Didn’t matter that he no longer needed to breathe.  It was instinctual, his body swept away along a tide of lust. 

“Need you, sire,” he managed to gasp out.  “Need…argh…Angelus…” 

The name was drawn out as Spike was suddenly filled to bursting as Angelus forced his way past his tight sphincter.  As his skin tore and the scent of Spike’s blood hit the air, neither vampire could hold back their growls. 

“This what you need?” Angel demanded.  His hand constricted around Spike’s shaft as Angel plowed into his ass – not that his childe minded in the slightest.  Reveling in the violence of the elder vampire he’d been separated from for the last century.  

Angel should have been shocked at his behavior, his sudden need to dominate, to claim; he still bore a soul after all.  That he delighted in Spike’s pain surprised him, no matter how much the younger vamp got off on it.  His face was awash with pleasure – head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth opened on a soundless gasp. 

Angel’s gaze shifted from his childe to Buffy, forgetting, for a moment, her presence.  He wasn’t surprised to see that she’d stilled on the bed, the scent of her sire’s blood on the air too strong for her to ignore.  She didn’t seem appalled by what he was doing, especially given that a few days ago he’d confessed to being jealous of her friend, Xander.  And now…now he was driving his cock so hard into her sire’s ass that Spike was biting his lip to keep from crying out. 

“Come over here, Buffy,” he called out, his hips never pausing in their movements. 

Buffy quickly scrambled off the bed to stand in front of the pair.  She’d been enjoying teasing her sire, Angel too.  Since waking, she couldn’t seem to get enough of them.  Between the blood they fed her and they way they filled her – sometimes together, sometimes separately – she was happy to wile away her time right there.  Actually looked on their room as their little home.  She’d been content in their little world until they’d mentioned her mother.  Then something inside her had shoved its way to the forefront of her thoughts, demanding to be heard.  

Her mom, Giles, and the others – she wanted to let them know that she was safe.  That she was…happy.  And she was.  Her sire gave her what she’d secretly been craving. Having Angel too, was a bonus.  Though, she’d been nervous at first upon waking on seeing him there. 

But, the two had talked when Spike left to check on her mother.  That he’d not seemed upset, or disgusted by the three of them together had gone a long way towards making everything seem right with her.  He’d been so accepting of Spike, of her with him, and now that she knew their history, she understood why. 

“Lay down in front of him.” 

Angel’s words brought her out of her reverie, and she quickly complied with the elder vampire’s directions.  She lay there, waiting to see what would happen, and was rewarded moments later when her sire lowered his head and began laving at her pussy.  Buffy’s hips arched off the floor as Spike’s tongue went to work on her quim.  Her fingers fisted in his blond curls, holding him in place.  Not that he seemed intent on leaving anytime soon – it just gave her hands something to do. 

His fangs sliced into her clit and she screamed Spike’s name as her body convulsed beneath him.  He was right behind her, the ceaseless motions of Angel and the taste of her blood driving him over the edge. 

Angel gazed down at both of them and let himself go.  With a snarl, he leaned over Spike’s back and sunk his fangs in his shoulder.  His childe’s blood flooded his mouth and he drunk it down greedily.  He need to come, so he tore his fangs free while at the same time letting go of Spike’s flagging cock to grip his lean hips, holding him in place as he slammed in and out of his childe’s ass.  His lower body finally stiffened in release and he used his hands to draw Spike down onto his cock again and again until he was wrung dry. 

Completely spent, Angel sat back on his haunches and slid free from Spike’s abused passage.  He watched as Spike fell forward onto Buffy, purring in contentment.  Unwilling to be left out, he stretched out until he halfway covered Spike with his own body.  The younger vamp didn’t appear to mind, actually gifting him with a dazed smile over his shoulder.  Angel basked in the love shining in the younger male’s eyes, squeezing him tight to let him know he felt the same way. 

Some time later, Angel reluctantly drew away.  They needed to shower before they went to Joyce’s and time was getting away from them.  He nudged Spike, who in turn prodded Buffy from her spot at the bottom of the pile. 

“It’s getting late,” Angel commented.  He sat up, dragging the shoes and pants from Spike’s legs so that he could get up too.  “After we get dressed, we’ll swing by my place before going to Joyce’s.  That way we can leave from there.” 

They hurried through their shower and were dressed and out of the motel room within thirty minutes.  Buffy sat in the back of the DeSoto as Spike drove to Angel’s apartment.  Now that the time had come, she was starting to feel— 

Honestly, she didn’t know how she felt. 

“C’mere, kitten,” Spike called out as Angel exited the vehicle to get a few things from his place.  Buffy needed no further urgings and quickly climbed into the front seat and cuddled on her sire’s lap.  “What’s wrong, luv?” 

Unable to explain her feelings, she snuggled into Spike’s chest and closed her eyes, lying there until Angel returned. 

The elder vamp arched a brow in question at Spike as he resettled himself in the front seat.  Spike just shrugged his shoulders, indicating with his head that he should take Buffy from him. 

“Come here, Buffy.  Spike needs to drive.” 

Buffy opened her eyes and looked at Angel.  At his beckoning expression, she scrambled off Spike and curled up in Angel’s lap.  Her eyes drifted shut again, and the ride to her mother’s was made in silence.

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