Three Come Blondes
©2003 Evenstar

In an elaborate and complicated summer's worth of research, toil, blood, sweat and sometimes beers on particularly late nights, a spell was devised by Wesley Wyndham-Price and Willow Rosenberg working in conjunction with the resources of Wolfram & Hart to resurrect the champion of the Slayer, Buffy Summers. The culmination of their efforts was supposed to reform the body of the ensouled vampire Spike, bringing him back to his previous undead and soulful status. There was an oops. A mispronunciation on the part of Willow, who before beginning foolishly had a large Slurpee from the near by 7-11, thus rendering her tongue somewhat numb, inadvertently altered the spell.

Spike, the vampire was restored, and so was the progenitor of his soul, William. Now Buffy had two champions it seemed, the souless demon and the soulful man, both utterly and completely devoted to her. Buffy for her part, was ecstatically happy to have her true love returned to her, his divided state however had her torn and confused. She loved both of them. Both men maintained their memories of the past year, particularly the death, but felt each themselves as though a part was missing, namely their other half. William for all intents and purposes was the same shy, virginal poet he'd always been, and Spike was still the fierce, brave and loyal vampire who had fallen for the Slayer.

Wes and Willow were hard at work with their team to devise a way to merge the two. In the meantime...

Buffy held William's hand in her left and Spike's in her right, the three of them were ascending a staircase to a private suite in the W&H building, courtesy of a still very broody but magnanimous Angel. Spike kept sneaking little nuzzles behind her ear, licking and kissing her, making her giggle uncontrollably and sending lovely little swirls of lust down through her body. Months of mourning her soul mate, both demon and human mate, evaporated with each step, knowing that her future years would not be stale, lonely, and loveless any longer. She had him...them....back. William cast her bashful glances, his cheeks pinking with a blush, his cock growing embarrassingly hard from Buffy's thumb merely stroking the back of his hand. His predicament had not gone unnoticed by the other two. Buffy had always suspected that William had been a softy, a virgin even, but this was just pitiable. She'd have to rectify that, and then some.

It was plainly obvious to the vampire what was going to occur once they reached their suite. He was going to shag the Slayer into unconsciousness until she'd come so many times her bones would be as sturdy as jello. William could watch if he wanted, but being the little devil he was, Spike had no qualms if his human self wanted to join in on the reunion. He wasn't about to admit it, but her rather fancied himself. Something about about the foppish hair and how he chewed nervously on his bottom lip was adorable on William.

They came to their room and Buffy sighed, tightening her grip on her men. Spike fished the the key card out of the pocket of his robe and unlocked the door and was about to step in when William held up a hand to stop him,"Ladies first," the poet stated. Buffy and Spike nearly burst out laughing, but Buffy proceeded, pulling the boys in behind her. Spike reached back to lock the deadbolt in place. Nothing was going to interrupt them.

When they'd come back from the dead, they'd been naked. Spike hadn't minded and in fact had curled his lip at Angel and sliced out a sexy little,"Hey there, Peaches." William on the other hand, poor dear, had been mortified and quickly covered his modesty with his hands. W&H staff had brought them monogrammed, fluffy robes. When Buffy was brought in there were no reservations between the trio, they rushed into each others arms and embraced. Now alone in this luxurious suite, William wasn't so bold. He still held Buffy's hand, but with the other he clutched his robed tight, praying to god that his erection wouldn't peek out and embarrass him any further.

"I hope it's a king-size," Spike ruminated, dragging the other two towards the bedroom.

"It's always a king-size, Spike, I remember," Buffy said sweetly, though obviously not speaking about the bed.

"Haven't had a king-size in months, have you pet?"

"No, of course not! I could only ever be with you....and you." She motioned to William, she was still a little discombobulated over the fact that she had herself two lovers instead of one. The bedroom looked mildly like the honeymoon suite in a Vegas hotel, a massive four poster bed with golden silk sheets and a brocade cover, rather tacky, but still romantic."Get into bed boys, I'll be with you in a minute." She disappeared into the bathroom for a moment to shed her clothing and get into her own robe, but when she reemerged, she came upon a disconcerting scene. William had gotten himself into bed and was clutching the sheet up to his chest, seeming to be in a bit of an hysterical fit. Spike was standing at the foot of the bed, naked, stroking himself and leering at William."Spike, what did you do?" He turned around and showed off the obscenely impressive stiffy he was sporting and Buffy temporarily forgot the English language. The moment passed when she looked back at the panicked William. She put her hands on her hips and gave her vampire an accusatory look. She cleared her throat.

"What? I'm evil, love, did you forget?"

"Yes, but you're my evil, which isn't all that evil."

"I'm still the Big Bad here!"

"Evidently, but you're not answering my question. William, honey, what did he do?"

"He...he...he..." William stammered.

"Breathe, sweetie, or you'll faint."

"He wants to...to me!!!" Buffy's jaw dropped.

"Spike! That's awful! You can't bugger yourself! That's twisted, even for you. Just look at him, he's all innocent and stuff. Our little Victorian virgin, we have to gentle with him. It's his first time." William pulled the bedsheet up to his chin and cowered from the vampire with the wicked gleam in his eye and the magnificently hard penis.

"Looks like he's in need of one though, pet," Spike replied curling his lip seductively at his human self. Buffy whacked him across the stomach.

"Forget it, I get him first if either one of us gets him." She dropped her robe, revealing to the timid young Victorian her tanned, toned and very naked body. His eyes widened and he let the sheet drop,"So, William...like what you see?"

"Oh...oh yes, Miss Buffy," William gasped.

"I like it too, pet, bloody hell I've missed you." Spike grabbed her and crushed his mouth to hers, pushing his tongue inside. This was their first kiss since his return and Buffy melted into Spike, swirling her tongue around his, drawing it deep into her mouth. Her arms went around his neck and she held on to him, afraid he might go away again. After a few moments they parted and turned in unison to gaze upon the timid Victorian.

"I don't want him to feel left out," Buffy said.

"'Course not, love, we can both see to him, then I'll just slip it in somewhere in the middle." Buffy nodded in agreement and climbed on to the bed, giving Spike a glorious view of her derriere, not to mention the glistening wet lips of her sex, already in want of him....them. Buffy kneeled before William, who's eyes were cast downwards. She reached out and tipped his chin up, then leaned in to bestow a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips. He responded tentatively, but warmly to her touch. That was until he felt another pair of lips on his neck, suckling on the pulse point while a strong masculine hand pinched his nipples.

"What the...?! Back with you I say!!" William shouted in protest, pushing Spike away,"Who are you take such liberties, and with another man no less, I'd surely like to know!! Shameful!!!"

"Yeah, I'm totally mortified with myself," Spike droned sarcastically,"Wanna spank it?"

"You foul mouthed knave...and...and...in front of a lady!"

"Come on mate, I'm you for bloody sakes! I remember how much we used to touch ourself! You know you want it! Give us a kiss." Spike said, adding a feral little growl for emphasis.

"Why I?! Oh dear me, I feel I shall take ill with all this scandalous talk! Miss Buffy....Miss Buffy what are you doing there.....oh dear....oh yes..." During the little spat, Buffy had tugged the sheet away from over William's middle, letting the twin to Spike's cock spring free. She'd immediately grown ravenous for it and taken the full length of his down her throat and was presently sucking and licking eagerly, remembering which veins and underspots to stimulate.

"I call it cheating," Spike replied, moving in on his counterpart while fascinated by what oral acrobatics Buffy was presently engaging in."Come now, poet, show us what passions lie beneath this timid surface...show us your fire, Wills." Buffy punctuated Spike's plea by a swallowing action that left William utterly defenseless.

How William had been resurrected with his spectacles on was mystery, but Spike pulled them off and tossed them away. William was about to protest when Spike's lips touched his. The vampire was cool to the touch, but satiny soft and remarkably gentle. Spike's hand rested on William's chest as he sunk into the other man's warm mouth. The touch of this tongue as opposed to Buffy's was surprisingly exciting to both of them and in not time at all William was responding eagerly to his counterpart. William closed his eyes and abandoned himself to temptation and sensation. Spike was attentive and giving with his deep kisses, exciting William further with little growlies and nips on his bottom lip. When they parted Spike was grinning. He gave the poet and sly wink, then turned his attentions to Buffy.

The vampire whispered something in her ear that seemed to trigger the autonomic motions of her hips moving against the air as if in the throws of passion. Spike licked his way down her spine, hands underneath teasing her swaying breasts until he'd positioned himself behind her. He took hold of her hips and angled her just so before easing his way inside. She was impossibly tight, it had been so long since she'd had a lover. He'd been the last, well over a year ago and feeling her again gloving him with hot silken walls of flesh had him on the verge of coming already. Buffy for her part became utterly relaxed, her body remembering the touch of her true love, remembering how much she's missed him and how empty life had been since he'd sacrificed himself. She was ever mindful of her duties to William and eased off a bit, raising herself so only the head remained inside the pressured warmth of her mouth. Her hands gripped his shaft and massaged slowly up and down, her thumbs pressing and her fingers kneading. William groaned and let his head knock back on the headboard, hypnotized at the sight of the vampire taking her from behind and more so by the wet pink of her lips sucking hungrily on his penis. One hand slid down to cup his sac, rolling the heavy weights in her palm. William closed his eyes and sighed. This was bliss.

Spike had himself buried into her to the hilt and was it seemed, just resting inside the oasis of her, so long denied and now finally at the well of his greatest desire. He leaned over her and kissed her shoulder and then said,"I love you, Buffy." She tensed her vaginal muscles around him and he got the message, no more delay. He pulled back and slammed into her, bumping the ending of her passage and surprising her and William, who caught a bit of teeth. Spike smirked at them both and began a healthy rhythm of thrusting in and out of the Slayer.

Buffy was in Heaven again! The delicious flavor of a human male in her mouth, pearls of precum tangy on her tongue and the sublime satisfaction at being the first to pleasure this virginal Victorian; behind her a demon lover full of wild passions and unparalleled devotion made love to her with pure glee and fierce skill. She'd been without this sort of happiness for so long, she realized then how hollow her worldly existence had been. She was meant for this, for love, for sex, for him, for them. And hell, Spike just made everything better. So did William. One of the vampire's hands stole down between her legs, finding the protrusion of her swollen clit and stroking it in time with each thrust back inside her. Buffy moaned around William's straining cock, pushing back to meet the vampire's vigorous thrusts.

The three of them lost themselves in the pleasure of giving pleasure. William lovingly ran his hands through Buffy's hair, sometimes caressing her cheek, all the while muttering poetic endearments to her. He occasionally looked up at Spike, the vampire's eyes shut tight as he pumped and kneaded the flesh of Buffy's ass with his free hand. Buffy was ecstatic between them, every moment restoring a piece of her soul that had splintered off when Spike had been rendered to dust.

"Miss Buffy, I'm close..." William gasped. Buffy mmmmm'ed in acknowledgment and sucked her cheeks in while squeezing what she held in her hands. At the same time she tightened herself around Spike, stilling his movements completely. He fell across her back, more than a little stunned by her power.

"Fuck, Slayer...you have one evil pussy..." Spike growled,"Pet, I'm gonna go off at any moment." She clenched even tighter and he responded by polishing her clit with maddening speed. As it turned out, Buffy was the first to orgasm. She cried out around William, the vibrations of which sent him over the edge, while the milking pulses of her sex around Spike brought him off like a rocket. She swallowed warm semen down her throat, while accepting cool in her womb. She sobbed out her climax, every cell in her body blinded by the extreme pleasure of it.

William slipped soft from her mouth and she rained kisses on his abdomen as Spike did the same over her sweat drenched back."I love you guys," Buffy mewed, laying her head on William's chest while Spike eased out of her and pulled them both into his embrace.

"We love you," they said in unison.

"So, who's ready for round two??!!" Spike quipped enthusiastically.

"Are you quite sure this is acceptable Miss Buffy?" William asked, his voice wavering slightly.

"Don't worry, mate, I've already done her this way before," Spike retorted as he toyed with a part of Buffy that William was certain he shouldn't be. Buffy straddled the human male, her hands pumping him back to hardness.

"William, honey, don't worry, you just have to lay here. Well, maybe you could be a bit thrusty about it. I really want to do this. K'?" Buffy asked, dotting little kisses over her poet's shy face.

"If you're absolutely certain, my love," William said, trying to add a bit of conviction to it, but it came out as nervous as if he was trying to walk on stilts.

"William, you've waited all your life for this, for someone who loves you and I do. We all know it's not going to be like this forever, that eventually Willow and Wesley will be able to put you two back together, but I want you to know that I love you both equally, separately and together. Okay?" He nodded his head and smiled lovingly at her,"Until then, this is just a bit of fun. So, my dashing Victorian gentleman, make love to me. Spike?"

"Yes, Slayer?"

"Make me scream!" She eased herself down on William until she was fully seated. Strangely enough, though their shape, thickness and length were identical, she was aware that this was a different man inside her now, one that was brimming with kindly, reserved ways, but with a deep seated fire burning with embers hotter than Hades, just laying in wait for the prowess of the demon that was Spike to bring it out. Buffy leaned forward, grinding herself down on his pelvic bone, shuddering with the stimulation against her already well used clit. William shifted back and forth until he'd sunk deep into the mattress, thoroughly delighted with suddenly no longer being a virgin. Buffy was slick from Spike's spendings, but not in the least stretched and she gloved him snugly. They gazed into each other's eyes and shared a knowing smile. Buffy mouthed love you to him and William blushed and said it back.

"If you two don't stop with all this lovey dovey tripe I'll bloody heave!" The two connected sighed and cast a unified glare of annoyance over to the vampire. Spike suddenly felt rather guilty,"Sorry, pets, didn't mean to get snippy."

"I love you, Spike, baby," Buffy crooned, reaching back to tug him flush against her back,"I need you too, need you inside me."

"Relax then, precious, I'll be gentle."

"You always were. I trust you, Spike." After a few careful nudges, a little effort from Buffy and a few sensual moans from William at the increasing tightness inside her, the three of them were joined. Buffy arched her back and leaned into Spike's embrace. He cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples while William ran his hands up and down her thighs. Fortune favored their situation with Buffy being the Slayer, making having both men inside her exceptionally gratifying and not in the least painful. She was filled completely and her body hummed with the rapture.

The three of them began to rock carefully, just enough to awaken their bodies to how such a joining felt, the three of them working in conjunction to ensure the other two were well tended to. Little noise permeated the air around them, save for heavy breathing and a few grunts and groans, this wasn't a time for mindless fucking, this was showing mutual love and giving of themselves. So much so, that Buffy extended and invitation to Spike she never had before. She pulled her hair away and exposed her neck to him, then reached back and guided his mouth down to her. He kissed the spot, suckled her skin, the reached down to pull William up to them. He bent his head to capture a ripe nipple in his mouth and Buffy's hand immediate threaded through the thick golden locks of his hair and held him in place.

The trio began to move a little more energetically, actively bringing themselves towards climax. William and Spike wrapped their arms around each other, and Buffy, an action that spoke of sanctification for this union. Knowing that the moment was imminent Spike brought for his demon and plunged his fangs into her neck and drank long and deep. Millions of colors exploded behind her eyes and Buffy cried out, her entire body tensing for a seemingly endless stretch of time before she melted into waves of unending waves of ecstasy. Her body throbbed and contracted around the two columns of flesh she had inside her, bringing both men to their own release.

Afterwards, when Spike had sufficiently cleaned the wound on her neck, the three of them disentangled themselves and collapsed boneless to the bed.

"I'm all sticky," Buffy mumbled into a pillow.

"Me also," William affirmed.

"Yep, haven't been this drenched since my unfortunate encounter with a pack of Fyarls during the particularly nasty cold and flu season of '62," Spike described.

"Nice analogy, honey," Buffy giggled,"Shower."

"Mmmmm....this is nice," Buffy crooned as the boys soaped her up. Having four male hands rubbing and scrubbing was divine, not to mention the heat of the water was making her lightheaded. One of Spike's fingers accidentally slipped between the lips of her sex and slid up over her clitoris before he went to work washing her tummy,"Behave."

"Never, love, never never," Spike smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Wonderful invention this sho-wer," William mused, loving the massage setting currently raining down on his back. The other two gave him a quizzical look.

"I was hoping when he lost his virginity he'd lose at least some of the total gitness."

"If you have any hopes of getting in with me, vampire, I suggest you treat me with a modicum of respect."

"That implies that you might be interested? Honestly? Because, well, that's a rather ripe peach of a bottom you've got there."

"Yes, I do believe it is, now as Miss Buffy commands - behave." Buffy watched the exchange, highly amused, and rather aroused at the notion of Spike having his wicked way with his human self. Once Buffy was thoroughly cleaned, William and she exchanged places for her to rinse and for Spike to take the liberty of sudsing up William. Turning out to not be quite the prude nor the wallflower Spike described his original self to be, William stole the bar of soap from the vampire's hand and very conspicuously ran it over his counterpart's chest. Buffy stood there with her mouth agape at the erotic scene playing out before her.

"RINSE! BED!" she cried, unable to endure a moment longer.

"There, how's that Will?" Spike asked, draped over his human self's back, fully embedded.

"Not altogether unpleasant, I dare say!" William replied, holding them up with his strong arms and looking back over his shoulder at the grinning vamp. Spike gave a bit of a twist."OH!"

"And that?"

"Jolly good!"

"How do you feel, William pet?"

"Scandalized."

"You like it?"

"Oh yes!!"

"Now you just relax and I'll do the work, you concentrate on Buffy." Who was under William, legs spread wide and around their waists. She smiled up at her poet and waved, scrunching her nose up like a cute little bunny and blowing kisses to him. Having the weight of two men on her, only one of them inside her, was something new and incredibly nice. She's never taken anyone this deep before, or felt quite so filled, even more so than the three of them an hour previously. It was as if her entire body's sensory system had moved to between her legs."Relax and enjoy the ride, kiddies, daddy's puttin' the hammer down!!"

Four and a half hours and a good over turning of the room later, the three of them lay exhausted and satiated in the middle of the bedroom floor. Buffy sighed contentedly as she lovingly stroked the cheekbones of each man that lay upon a claimed breast. William's hand lay on her stomach, his thumb moving back and forth, while Spike had a paw on her inner thigh, kneading gently like a kitten at the teat. Both men reciprocated her sigh with groans of perfect satisfaction, snuggling contentedly down into her over heated body.

"I'm sorry we didn't make love the night before you died," Buffy said suddenly, breaking the contented ambiance that had blanketed them,"I was too scared. I knew I loved you, that I wanted forever with you, that the stupid cookie dough speech I gave Angel was a total lie, I was done. I was done since I found you in the basement and you were a frightened, broken man and in that first second I thanked god with everything that was in me that you had come home. I love you. We'll never be apart again. That's a promise." No more words were spoken and the triune pulled each other closer and fell into slumber.

Buffy awoke to a darkened, silent room, the only sound her own breathing. Someone had carried her back to bed and put her under the covers, one of those someones was whom she presently lay her head upon. She turned into him and bestowed a kiss on his pectoral, hugging him closer.

"Hey love, have a nice rest?" Spike asked, nuzzling his cheek on the crown of her head.

"Where's William?"

"Back where he belongs." She drew back, taken by surprise.

"What? You mean..."

"Back inside, I'm all me again, vamp with his soul. You happy?"

"Yeah, honey, I'm happy. It was fun, and he was adorable and all vampire was exciting to have again too...but this is how it should be, the perfect combination of both, my whole man. My man."

"I am. Yours."

"And I'm yours. Welcome home, I love you."

"Love you too, pet, love you for bloody ever."

....and because this author is a terribly sentimental sap.....

"I don't bloody believe it! Good ol' William got it done!" Spike laughed, a full on belly laugh that had him nearly keeling over. Buffy couldn't help herself from sharing in his enthusiasm and laughed also.

"I wasn't expecting this, I wasn't even thinking of hoping and now suddenly..." He crossed over the divide of their new London loft and scooped her up in his arms, then sat them down on the couch and held her close, one hand resting on her still flat stomach. It had been one month since they'd left California behind and left their old lives behind for good, starting over with the New Watchers Council that Giles had formed with Willow and Robson in England. New lives seemed to be the order of the day.

"You're absolutely certain?" She nodded and placed her hand over his.

"I took three different tests because I knew you'd ask and I think the running from the bed and heaving my guts up every morning for the past three days was a bit of a clue."

"A baby....our baby...I just can't believe it."

"It's in there, no bigger than a grain of rice, but she's in there."

"She?"

"Or he...or them, maybe it's twins!"

"God I hope so! Definitely twins."

"Spike, don't be silly."

"Silly nothing, sod twins, I want quadruplets."

"In your dreams, vampy. There's barely enough room in this Buffy body for one."

"I'm just so grateful for one let alone more, never thought I'd be so blessed. I was dead, love, I was dust. And now..."

"You're a daddy."

THE END