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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.