Chapter Seven
Buffy stood in the center of her room, freshly showered and wrapped only in a towel, and stared at the two outfits on her bed.
“Hmmm,” her brow furrowed, “come-fuck-me,” she gestured to one, “or sexy-but-hard-to-get,” she looked at the other. Her frown increased. This was a life-altering decision.
“Ha!”
The loud shout from the doorway caught her by surprise, and she spun around to face a grinning Dawn.
“Dawnie, hi!” Her eyes went wide as she tried to cover her actions. “I was just…”
“Trying to attract more horny vampires from the Bronze?” Dawn rolled her eyes. “Puh-lease! Like I would fall for that one?!”
“Er…I…” Buffy’s face was turning a brighter red by the minute.
“I knew it!” Dawn exclaimed in delight. “I just knew that these late hours you’ve been keeping weren’t due to patrolling!”
“I have been patrolling!” Buffy insisted. “Every night…” Her face began to go purple at what usually followed her patrols.
“You’ve got a boyfriend!” Dawn sing-songed. “Who is it? Is it anybody I know?”
“There’s no boyfriend,” Buffy practically pleaded her case. “I’m just going patrolling tonight, really!”
“There’s no reason for you to dress up to go patrolling,” Dawn crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly. “Unless…”
Buffy’s eyes widened in horror, and the blush stretched practically down to her toes.
“Ohmygod!” Dawn squealed when her latest suspicion was confirmed. “It’s Spike, isn’t it?! That’s why he’s been so busy, too, lately! Oh my god, I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before!”
“Oh god!” Buffy collapsed on the side of her bed. “I…I…it’s just…we were…I mean, no!…and…”
“This is sooo cool!” Dawn exclaimed happily. “Does this mean he can start hanging around here again? Can he come over tomorrow night? Pretty, pretty please?!” She clasped her hands together in front of her imploringly.
“There’s a lot of…stuff going on right now,” Buffy put her head in her hands. “Now’s not really a good time.”
“But it is Spike, right?” Dawn demanded.
Buffy let out a weary sigh, cast one glance at the big puppy-dog eyes her sister was giving her, and gave up. “Yeah, it’s Spike,” she said, suddenly finding something on the ceiling very riveting. “Oh god, please don’t tell anyone.”
“Oh wow!” Dawn screeched. “And don’t worry, I won’t. Your secret is so safe with me! Man, he’s got to be so psyched! Have you kissed him yet? Has he kissed you? Is he a good kisser? How far have you two gone? First base? Second base? Third base? All the way?!” she screamed when her questions finally got nervous twitch from Buffy. “Oh my god! What does his look like naked? Is he still gorgeous? Did you get a good look at his ‘measurements’? Did you-”
“Dawnie!” Buffy finally cried out, mortified.
Dawn gave her a sheepish look. “Sorry, I just…” she gesticulated wildly.
Buffy gave her an amused smile. “It’s OK,” she reassured her. “It’s just that I’m not sure if I’m ready to discuss the details of my sex life with my fifteen-year-old sister.”
“That’s cool,” Dawn said enthusiastically. “I totally get it. But still! You and Spike, right?”
“Me and Spike,” Buffy said dreamily. “Who would’ve thought?”
“Well, me for one,” Dawn rolled her eyes. “I mean, duh! He’s hotter than all hell.”
“Yeah, well if I’m ever going to go meet him for patrol, I have to get dressed, so shoo!” Buffy waved Dawn out of the room.
“Fine,” Dawn mock-huffed. “See what I care! Oh, and Buffy?”
“Yeah?” Buffy peered at her from around the door.
“Definitely go with the sexy-but-hard-to-get,” Dawn gave her a wide grin and ran off down the hall.
Buffy fingered the pale blue top. “Sexy-but-hard-to-get it is,” she said, smiling.
* * *
2002-Spike paced back and forth across the upper level of his crypt feverishly.
“Will you give it a rest already?” 1997-Spike said wearily. “She’ll come when she’s good an’ ready.”
“’m not sure this is such a good idea,” Buffy’s Spike clutched at his hair in frustration. “I mean, I lied to her! She’s gonna know I lied, and then she’ll hate me all over again, and then-”
“Oh, knock it off!” past-Spike rolled his eyes. “She’ll give you a good yellin’ at, an’ then shag you into the ground. You saw the way she was this afternoon.”
Present-Spike nodded.
“She’s crazy ‘bout you,” past-Spike said confidently. “The way she was cryin’? She’s got it bad…”
“That doesn’t mean she won’t call it off,” present-Spike insisted. “She has a knack for yankin’ my chain. Done it before all too often…”
Past-Spike sighed. “Well, then we’ll give her one last good night to remember, won’t we?” he cocked an eyebrow at his fellow conspirator. “But somethin’ tells me: after tonight, she’s never letting you get away.”
“So why doesn’t she show?” present-Spike demanded, practically bouncing off the walls.
“’s nowhere near sunset yet, mate. Give ‘er time.”
“Oh, like you’re such a good waiter,” present-Spike retorted.
“’m a terrible waiter,” past-Spike agreed, “but I’ve got you puttin’ on such an entertainin’ show for me while ‘m waiting that ‘s no problem.”
Present-Spike gave him an annoyed growl before returning to his pacing…
* * *
“This is Eagle One. Eagle Two, do you copy? Over.”
“Eagle Two,” Andrew said into his walky-talky. “I copy. Over.”
“Eagle Two, are you in position? Over.”
“Eagle One, yes, I’m in position. Over,” Andrew said.
“Eagle Three, are you ready? Over.” Warren’s static-y voice sounded over the walky-talky.
“This is Eagle Three,” Andrew heard Jonathan’s voice. “I’m ready. Over.”
“Eagle Two, is everything still clear? Over,” Warren asked.
“Everything’s all clear, Eagle One. Over,” Andrew responded.
“Eagle Three, prepare to move in. Over,” Warren said.
“Eagle Three ready,” Jonathan responded.
“You forgot to say ‘over’,” Andrew pointed out after there was a long pause. “Over.”
“Fine, ‘Over’,” Jonathan grumbled.
“We’re moving in,” Warren said authoritatively. “Over and out.”
Andrew watched as his two partners-in-crime scrabbled out from their respective hiding places on either edge of the alley and joined him and the back door.
“Stage one complete,” Warren said, his eyes darting up and down the alley.
“So, uh…” Andrew began, “how do we get in?”
“Did you try the door?” Warren asked.
“It’s locked,” Andrew informed him.
“This is a problem,” Jonathan said anxiously. “What do we do?”
“ ‘What do we do?’,” Warren repeated in a whiny voice. “You idiots!” he slapped them both upside the head. “We’re villains, remember?”
“Yeah?” Andrew and Jonathan said.
“So we break in!” he finished.
“I’m not breaking in,” Andrew insisted. “We could get in trouble or something.”
“Yeah,” Jonathan said. “You break in.”
Warren rolled his eyes in despair. “Fine,” he finally sighed. “I’ll do it, just like everything else.” He began muttering under his breath as he looked around the alley. Finding a large rock, he threw it at the window…
And it bounced right off.
Jonathan and Andrew began laughing.
“You throw like my grandmother!” Jonathan said, covering his mouth with his hand in an effort to restrain himself.
“Oh, yeah?” Warren said. “I’d like to see you do better!”
“Oh…um…” Jonathan suddenly looked nervous.
“Yeah, let’s see,” Andrew chimed in.
“Er…OK…” Jonathan hesitantly picked up the rock. “You guys might want to get back.”
Andrew and Warren took a cautious step backwards…which was a good idea since the rock fell from Jonathan’s hand as he was swinging back to throw it, and it landed behind him with a loud thunk.
“Wow,” Andrew giggled. “You throw even more like a girl than Warren does.”
“Then you do it,” Jonathan cast him an annoyed look.
“Uh, no thanks,” Andrew said quickly. “I throw like a girl, too.”
“Oh, fine!” Warren sighed in exasperation. “I’ll do it again!” He hit the window three more times before it finally shattered. “Aha!” he exclaimed in delight. “It looks like we’re in!”
He wrapped his jacket around his hand and unlocked the door from the inside. Eagerly, the three of them stepped inside…
To face Anya with a crossbow.
“Ahhhhh!” they all screamed in unison.
“Gotcha!” Xander exclaimed in delight as he slammed the door shut behind them.
“What took you so long?” Anya complained. “We’ve been waiting here for like ten minutes since we heard you outside!”
“Er…oops!” Andrew squeaked.
“Now, we don’t want any trouble,” Warren raised his hands in surrender, “so why don’t you just-”
“Don’t move an inch!” Anya screeched and accidentally dislodged the first bolt in her crossbow.
It landed two inches from Warren’s head. He gulped when she inserted the next one into place.
“I’m prepared to kill in order to defend my cash register,” the ex-vengeance demon said proudly.
“Oh god, please don’t kill us!” Andrew fell to his knees, wailing.
“Pleeease!” Jonathan joined him on the floor.
Another nervous look at Anya, and Warren was also begging for his life.
“Uh, guys?” Dawn asked from her position peering into the doorway of the rear room. “What are we going to do with them?”
“Let’s tie ‘em up!” a wicked gleam entered Willow’s eye. “We can hold them until Buffy shows up. And if they try to get away,” she gave them her best evil glare, “then I’ll turn them into toads.”
Behind her, Dawn tried to restrain her giggles when identical horrified looks passed over the three nerds’ faces.
“There are some chains and handcuffs in the basement,” Anya informed Dawn. “They’re usually for sex, but we can make an exception this time.”
“Sooo didn’t need to know that!” Dawn exclaimed as she went in search of bondage.
Xander’s face had turned an interesting orangish-purple color. “Let’s just get them tied up,” he managed to say, ignoring the bemused look on Willow’s face and the worship on their three captives’…
* * *
Earlier that same evening, outside a crypt not so far away…
Buffy took a deep breath to center herself.
She ran her fingers down her cream-colored skirt, making sure it was straight. It was nowhere near as short and tight as the one from the night before, but it highlighted all the right curves and gave male eyes - and hopefully mesmerizing, sapphire-blue vampire eyes - a good look at her expanse of tanned thigh. However, it did have the advantage that the zipper ran all the way down it - something she hoped Spike would appreciate later.
Her blouse was the same light blue one Dawn had suggested she wear. She figured her sister spent enough time around the vampire to know what his preferences were. And she had to admit, she looked gorgeous in it. The cut was just low enough to show off her cleavage without looking slutty, and the color brought out in blue flecks in her hazel eyes.
In short, she knew she looked fabulous.
That just left the matter of facing him, feeling like she now did about him and both of them knowing that she felt it.
She took another breath…
And opened the door.
If the goal that night was to take the other’s breath away, he easily won. Buffy’s eyes were glued to him as she made her way into the crypt.
“Spike…” she whispered, her voice low and husky.
He’d opted for the best technique to show off his assets. Namely, he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
The sculptured muscles took on a bluish tint in the growing twilight, and he looked eerily beautiful at that moment, almost too beautiful to be of this world.
Yum, her mind provided.
“I wasn’t sure you would come, pet,” he said softly, taking a step towards her.
“I came,” she said, her eyes never leaving his chest as she moved closer. She had had enough chances to memorize those taut muscles, so why hadn’t she taken advantage of her opportunities before?
“Buffy,” he said with a hint of nervousness in his voice, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
“Uh-huh,” she replied dumbly. He was close enough to touch now, and she raised one hand to caress the smooth marble of his skin.
His eyes closed, and he took in a sharp intake of breath. But when his eyes reopened, his resolve had returned.
“I lied to you this morning,” he told her.
Buffy’s eyes instantly snapped up to meet his, and her hand fell back to her side.
A pained look crossed his face. “Me - the past me - he didn’t escape…” he began.
“He let me go.”
Buffy spun around to see the other Spike behind her in an equal state of dress…or undress, as the case may be. Her already quick-beating heart broke into a frantic staccato as the same dizzying thoughts that had crossed her mind the first time she’d seen them together returned.
Double yum, her sex drive nudged her along.
But important things were being said, and Buffy wasn’t about to let them pass her by. “Wh-What?” she turned back to her lover.
“’s true,” he said apologetically. “He hasn’t fed,” he quickly assured her. “I saw to that.”
“Bagged pig’s blood the whole time,” past-Spike rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You’ve done a right good job of domesticating ‘im, I must say.”
Her Spike cast him an angry sneer before giving Buffy a sheepish look. “’m sorry, luv,” he said quietly.
“A-And last night?” she said nervously. “You knew…?”
“The instant he came back,” Spike admitted.
“But, why?” she demanded, confused.
Spike looked away from her, focusing on a random point on the wall just above and to the left of her head. “I just thought that…that if you spent some time with him, then you’d realize…” He seemed unable to continue.
“That you’re different?” she finished for him.
His eyes dared to meet hers for the first time since he’d made his confession.
“I know,” she told him softly. “I can see…” Her hand reached up to stroke his cheek, and he leaned into the touch, nuzzling against her hand.
“This is all fascinating,” past-Spike finally got so bored he had to break in, “but can you two make with the lovey-dovey later? We’ve got important things to do, people!”
Buffy and Spike gave him virtually identical irritated looks.
“Maybe we should tie him up again,” she suggested.
“Make ‘im watch,” Spike added.
She blushed at the thought, but oddly it didn’t sound as perverse to her as she knew it should. “Or make him join,” she flashed them both a feline smile.
Oh my god, I did not just say that! The lingering remains of the prudish part of her mind exclaimed in horror.
You’ve had them both separately, her sex drive countered. Why not two for the price of one?
Buffy decided that her life was a lot less complicated - and more fun - when she listened to the second voice.
In the meantime, it seemed her two companions were equally turned on by her suggestion. They each began circling her, and it wasn’t long before she’d lost track of which was which. The light was just dim enough that their eyes looked ebony, and she couldn’t see what lay beneath.
For some reason, her lack of knowledge sent a thrill through her spine. It was like playing with fire.
Twin growls echoed through the room from either side of her as the two Spikes faced off. A heady rush of feminine power flowed through her that two such beautiful males both wanted her.
They were circling nearer to her now, teeth slightly bared. They moved closer and closer, never taking their eyes off each other.
Buffy waited until they were close enough to touch before stopping them. After all, a fight was not what she wanted. Planting one hard firmly in the center of each vampire’s chest, she held them apart.
They seemed to come to at her actions and flashed each other apologetic looks.
It was then that she let her touch turn to a caress, each hand lightly toying with a different Spike’s chest.
“I meant what I said earlier,” she informed them.
For an instant, they raised twin scarred eyebrows in unison at her, and then they were upon her…
Chapter Eight
Buffy moaned when two strong, male bodies pressed into her on both sides, trapping her tightly between them.
They both dove for her throat at the same instant, and she would have found their synchronization mildly humorous, if she hadn’t been so completely overcome with desire. One Spike was nipping at the nape of her neck, slowly making his way toward her collarbone. He gently traced its line, following it upward to the delicate column of her neck…
The other had started out at the bite mark Angel had left at the base of her neck. He bit it a bit roughly with blunt teeth as if trying to erase his Sire’s impact on her life. Buffy’s eyelids fluttered shut at the pang of need his actions sent through her. He then licked over the wound, caressing it with his rough tongue before moving upwards, past her other two bites…
They each found the pulse point on opposite sides of her neck simultaneously. Buffy let out a heady gasp, clutching at them. One hand found the hair of the Spike in front of her, and she held his head firmly to her throat. The other snaked around behind her and caught the other Spike by that sexy ass of his. She gave the cheek a slight squeeze and pulled his hips up against hers so that she could feel his erection grinding against her from behind.
In response, hands began to caress her everywhere.
Now, she had thought that just one Spike had the amazing ability to have his hands be everywhere at once. With two Spikes, the sensations were beyond incredible.
One hand trailed loosely through her hair before coming down to cup her cheek. She kissed his thumb lightly when it brushed past her lips and moaned at the wonderful salty flavor of his skin.
Another hand tenderly palmed one of her breasts, feeling its even weight before massaging the needy flesh there. He managed to explore every inch of her soft mound, discovering pleasure points that she hadn’t even known had existed.
A third hand caught her knee and brought it up to wrap around the waist of the Spike in front of her. It then grazed across her smooth skin, starting at the back of her knee and gliding slowly up her thigh, sneaking under her skirt as it did so. He caressed first the back of her thigh, then the smooth inside - she whimpered raggedly when he didn’t continue up into her core - and then the outside. He firmly cupped her ass when he reached it, and she fit so perfectly into his palm that she’d couldn’t help but wonder if her body had been made for his…
That would certainly explain how he knew how to set every nerve in her body on fire. An arm was now wrapping around her waist, holding her back against the hardness of the Spike behind her. He applied just enough pressure to hold her tightly but not so hard that the butterflies in her stomach couldn’t flutter about wildly. His thumb was now massaging slow circles into her abdomen, moving in perfect counterpoint to the butterflies…
A strong hand - she’d lost track of which one - now held her other breast as well. She was pretty sure a different Spike had each breast, but their motions seemed perfectly in time. They traced the outline of her areolas in the same moment, each teasing her needy, hardened nipples. She let out a short cry of frustration, and both hands gave in, fingering the hard buds. One flicked, while the other twisted. One rubbed in a circle, the other straight up and down… Always in perfect time with the other to give her maximum pleasure, but also off just enough to have her screaming at the differences.
One hand gave her a hard tweak, and she couldn’t take in anyone. She roughly took hold of the head of the Spike in front of her with both hands, and forced his head up from her neck to her mouth.
He groaned at the feel of her soft lips against his one more. Her lips parted under his pressure at once, and he caught her mouth fully, his tongue plunging deep inside her. Her own tongue was ready to meet it, and the two wrestled within her mouth, neither able to overpower the other and neither really wanting to…just like their fights.
Buffy’s hands ran over the sharp edges of his cheekbones as he deepened their kiss. She knew abstractly that she would probably die from lack of oxygen if she didn’t break away soon, but what a way to die!
However, before this had a chance to occur, the Spike behind her gave her back between her shoulder blades a good, hard, blunt-toothed love bite that sent her head flying back in a moan of delight.
The Spike she had been kissing instantly took advantage of her bare, exposed throat. His teeth - still blunt, also - latched on to the smooth, vulnerable skin, and Buffy had no doubt that she would have the mother of all hickeys there when this was all over.
Right now, however, she craned her neck around to look at the Spike behind her and suddenly found his lips mere millimeters from her own. He let out a slow, unnecessary breath, and she could feel the cool tickle of the air on her lips…as well as the soft, accidental brush of his lips when he exhaled.
She pulled back a little to look into his eyes, and one glance into the midnight blue fire was all it took to determine that this was her Spike.
She let her arm fall back around his neck and toyed with the fine, silken hair at the nape of his neck. He closed his eyes in response, resting his forehead against hers. She stood there frozen for a minute, her body aroused by the Spike at her throat and relaxed by the one nestled against her. It was an unusual combination of sensations. Unusual, but not at all unpleasant.
She rolled her forehead slightly to give herself a better angle and then gently kissed her Spike. His lips responded slowly, as if he were savoring every moment of this kiss… And then the flames within them reached inferno heat, and they were no longer able to hold back. Their mouths crashed together, hungry and demanding and unyielding. Buffy whimpered when he pulled back to change to slant of their kiss, and then practically cried for joy when his lips claimed hers again, possessing them.
The other Spike, meanwhile, had finally relented on his continued tease of her thigh. His fingers slipped into her panties and twirled the soft, dark curls there. She thrust her hips onto his hand in response, and he rewarded her by allowing his thumb and forefinger to catch her clit between them, pinching and twisting at the sensitive nub of flesh until it was raw and aching with need.
“Oh, god!” Buffy exclaimed, breaking her kiss with her Spike.
“Couldn’t agree with you more, pet,” he panted needlessly.
The other Spike’s fingers found their way to her swollen entrance and plunged inside. Her leg clutched him closer, forcing his fingers deep within her, and she began to let out breathy moans in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
Her Spike had now taken over her breasts, slipping beneath her shirt and bra to cup one in each hand. He roughly rubbed her hard, pink buds until she thought she would burst with need.
“Downstairs,” she gasped for air. “Now!”
She got no disagreement. Afterwards, she tried to remember how all three of them had got down the ladder without breaking contact in the slightest. Her final conclusion was that the hellmouth must have warped space and time around them because there was no way even the fittest and most agile Slayer and two vampires could have managed it without magical intervention.
But what did it matter now? She had two beautiful vampires kissing and licking and pressing up against her in ways that made her eyes roll back.
“To. Many. Clothes,” she managed to voice her complaint, reaching for the hem of her blouse.
Her hands were instantly batted aside, those of one of the Spikes taking their place. She had managed to lose track again. The other Spike found her skirt zipper, and they undressed her fast enough to break the world’s record. The only casualties to their passion were her bra and panties, which flew across the room in ripped shreds.
Now completely naked, Buffy squealed in delight as one Spike lifted her up over his shoulder and dropped her down onto the bed.
“Finally made it,” she gave him a seductive smile before tackling him down to the mattress beside her.
He half-heartedly tried to fight her off while she peppered his face and chest with kisses, her body pinning him down in a hold that left him completely defenseless and at her mercy.
In the meantime, the other Spike had taken advantage of the opportunity to kick off his jeans. He launched himself at Buffy from the side, trapping her beneath his now equally naked body.
“Sticky situation you’ve got yourself in, Slayer,” he hissed in her ear, setting the short hairs there in motion and tickling her lightly. “What’re you gonna do about it?”
“Hmmm,” Buffy said thoughtfully, eyeing him up and down. “I do need to come up with a plan, don’t I?” She turned to the other Spike whose jeans had just joined his twin’s on the floor. “Do you have any suggestions?” she asked him.
He crawled onto the mattress beside her. “You looked pretty trapped, luv,” he shook his head. “That’s a tough hold t’ get out of.”
“I don’t suppose a Big Bad vampire like you would ever agree to help me, huh?” she bit her lip. “Even if I would be very, verrrry grateful?”
“Sorry, ducks,” he sighed ruefully. “Not in the job description for bein’ a Big Bad.”
Buffy looked up at the Spike above her. “Then I guess I’ll just have to take of you myself.”
He gave her a bemused grin, but then his eyes widened when she managed to wrap her leg around his and sent them rolling across the bed. They finally ended up with her on top of him, pinning his wrists neatly above his head.
“Gotcha!” she exclaimed proudly.
“Very good,” the other Spike said from the far side of the bed, prowling over to her like a panther, muscles rippling as he went.
“So,” the Spike beneath her gave up his struggles, “what’re you gonna do with me, Slayer? You gonna stake the Big Bad?”
“Actually,” she said, straddling him, “I was hoping that you would stake me…”
With that she thrust herself down hard on his erection, forcing him deep within her.
“Christ!” he screamed beneath her in amazement and how wet and hot she was.
“No one by that name here,” Buffy shook her head as she began rocking up and down on top of him. “This time try to get it right…” She gave her hips a powerful push downward and clenched her internal Slayer muscles around him at the same time.
“Buffy!” he gasped, his eyes rolling back at her tight heat.
“A fast learner,” she gave him a feline smile. “I like that…” She began to ride him at a slow, steady pace, letting the feel of his rigid member inside her block out everything else.
Thus it was that she didn’t feel the other Spike come up behind her at first. He pressed his body up tightly against her back, letting out a slow sigh when the contours of their bodies melded perfectly together, not allowing a flicker of candlelight to pass between them. He began rocking in time with her, helping her reinforce her rhythm.
She rested her head back against his shoulder when he began licking at her collarbone. He allowed his hand to slip between them, his fingers gently massaging her spine, slowly moving lower and lower until…
She gasped when he first reverently circled her rear opening. She was already full to bursting with the first Spike! He couldn’t honestly expect her to-?
He did.
Her eyes opened wide as one well-lubricated finger slid slowly into her, prodding the tight muscles there and loosening them up.
“Oh, god, Spike!” she cried out, her next downward thrust plunging the Spike below her even deeper inside her. “More! Please!”
He smiled into her hair and made sure his middle finger was thoroughly slicked from the bottle of lubricant before it joined his index finger within her. Her inner walls stretched further, and all she could think to do was to start pounding onto the Spike below her harder and faster.
He clutched at her hips, angling her bucks so that her clit rubbed against the coarse hair at his groin with each thrust.
“Yes, pet!” he whimpered. “That’s a girl…let me all the way in…”
The Spike behind her now had three fingers within her, and she was absolutely convinced she was stretched to her uttermost limits. She remained ignorant of the fact that he was lubing up his long, hard cock until his fingers pulled out and suddenly she felt something else at her opening. Something velvety soft but rock hard at the same time…
“Jus’ relax, pet,” he whispered softly in her ear. “Relax and open wide for me…”
He penetrated her tight ass inch by agonizing inch. She stopped riding the other vampire while he entered her, instead resting briefly with the swollen cock still buried in her cunt up to the hilt and leaning against his chest for support.
“That’s it,” the Spike behind her kneaded the knots at the base of her spine while he pushed the rest of the way in. “You’ve got me, luv…”
Buffy screamed in pain and ecstasy. It felt as though she were being ripped in two…and yet also as if she was truly filled for the first time ever. It was like losing her virginity all over again.
She had felt that once before that night when they had brought the building down. She had firmly believed up until that moment that anal sex couldn’t give a woman an orgasm. That was until Spike had stolen her second virginity… She didn’t think she had ever screamed so hard, but still she’d only let him do that to her twice since, and she was still very inexperienced with these new sensations.
The gentleness of the lover behind her solved the mystery - once and for all - of which was which. In fact, now that she had both of them inside her, she couldn’t believe that she’d ever had any trouble telling the difference.
The physical differences were the most obvious: black nail polish on the fingers of the one below her, none on the arms around her waist, different patterns of scarring - some old scars had she had licked and traced dozens of times before were fresher on the body beneath her. But it was more than that.
Their touches were so different. One set her ablaze, but only the other stoked the fire to a raging inferno. The feel of them as they thrusted inside her - both primal and out of control, but a hidden tenderness slipped through the actions of the vampire behind her.
And then there was the way her body responded. At that moment, she could almost feel the cells in her skin reaching out for the man behind her, instinctively knowing that his touch was the one they sought…
In a flash, her inspiration receded, burned in her memory forever. But for now, the feel of two large cocks within her was too good to waste worrying about serious introspection.
The Spike behind her - her Spike - had begun thrusting slowly now that her muscles had adjusted to his girth. He pressed up into her, lifting her off of past Spike’s hard member. She relaxed on his down stroke, impaling herself one again upon past Spike. They took a few slow pumps that way, getting the feel for the new three-way rhythm.
Buffy gasped in amazement as their pace slowly increased. She was being penetrated at twice their rate, one vampire pushing into her the instant the other pulled out, and it was causing the tightening before the explosion to build within her faster than she ever could have imagined.
By now, there was almost no time between their thrusts, and although they were still alternating, she felt as though they would meet inside her right at her center…
The Spike below her reached up to catch her breasts, fondling the nipples roughly and urging her on. The one behind her wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, clutching her to him and lightly fingering her clit as he did so. They both pounded into her faster and faster, and deeper and deeper…
And Buffy couldn’t take it anymore.
“Spiiiiike!!” she screamed, bracing herself against the chest of the vampire below her as the world collapsed around her.
Her arms gave way when everything turned black and she started falling, but strong arms held her up from behind.
Her internal muscles spasmed harder than ever before, clenching around both Spikes with superhuman strength and fury.
“Buffy!” That was the Spike below her, roaring out his ecstasy to the world with gleaming fangs and yellowed eyes.
The one behind her collapsed against her throat, his face struggling to maintain its human planes as he spilled his cool seed into her in time with his counterpart.
Buffy had an another of those strange moments of clarity in between the sparks that threatened to blind her. “Do it,” she managed to gasp, still falling from that infinite precipice.
“Luv?” her Spike’s voice asked raggedly.
“Do it,” she insisted more firmly.
She screamed again when his fangs pierced her flesh for the first time, flying back up to the top of the peak only to fall again.
Spike knew he was as close to heaven as he would ever come the instant her warm blood touched his tongue. His bite was deep but controlled, and she didn’t bleed much into his mouth. After all, his goal was to give her pleasure, not to feed.
He felt her slump in his arms once again, and struggled for the strength to hold her up. His past counterpart had recovered as well by now, and together they managed to lift her off past-Spike’s body and onto the bed beside him.
Present-Spike settled himself down on the opposite side of her and spooned against her back, lovingly licking at the mark she had finally allowed him to give her. On her other side, past-Spike pressed his body right up against hers, resting her head against his shoulder.
The three of them lay like that for a long time before Buffy finally stirred.
“Mmf,” she murmured dreamily upon finding herself surrounded by such lovely naked vampires. She let out a giggle.
“Wha’s so funny, luv?” her Spike was still kissing his mark proudly.
“Yeah, spill,” past-Spike caught her chin and forced her to look up into his eyes.
She blushed a little and giggled again. “It’s just,” she shrugged, “that now I know what they mean when they say ‘between a rock and a hard place’.”
And indeed she did. Two vampiric countenances flashed evil grins at the same moment and ground their rock hard erections back up against her…
Double Spiked (continued)
Chapter Nine
Buffy closed her eyes, savoring the feel of the two cool male bodies sandwiching her. One of them gently pushed her onto her back, and soon they were both atop her, kissing and licking her all over.
Her Spike started at her toes, nibbling and licking each one. It tickled, but strangely enough it also sent erotic tingles up her legs and straight to her core. He turned his attentions to her other foot, his hands gliding up and down her smooth, tanned legs as he did so.
The other Spike had begun at her stomach. He studiously licked the outlines of the flat muscles there, causing little goosebumps to form where his tongue left a wet trail. He discovered a still-healing scar from her recent encounter with a Trellix demon and bit at it lightly with blunt teeth. His hands splayed on the mattress on either side of her, effectively trapping her beneath him.
Not that she would have wanted to escape…
Her Spike was now moving up her leg, covering her sensitive inner thigh with small butterfly kisses. However, instead of moving up to the area that cried for his touch the most, he backed off, focusing his attention on the soft skin behind her knee instead.
The Spike above her chose a similar method of torture. He kissed his way right up between her breasts, intentionally leaving the two needy mounds untouched. His lips moved right up her sternum to her collarbone. He gently licked his way up each side, carefully avoiding the fresh bite mark that now graced her right shoulder.
This had to be a coordinated effort to frustrate her, Buffy decided. “Please…” she moaned aloud.
“Something troublin’ you, luv?” her Spike flashed her a wicked grin.
“Would’ve thought this would be the sort of thing a good girl would like,” his companion pretended to be baffled.
“Not a good girl,” Buffy moaned. “Bad girl. Gentle later. Hard and fast now!”
“Bossy chit, isn’t she?” her Spike teased, sliding his body up along side her.
“Think we should give her what she wants?” past Spike asked, mirroring his future’s position on the other side of her.
“Yes!” Buffy insisted.
“No,” her Spike shook his head slightly, “I think it’ll be more fun if we do this our way…”
They flashed each other evil smiles, and both dove for her breasts simultaneously.
Buffy moaned and gasped as one mouth covered each of her breasts, enveloping them in their wet cool. She clutched an identical peroxide head in each hand, holding them to her. They continued to suck and bite at her tender flesh, needing it roughly with their tongues and eliciting small cries from their victim.
Twin erections pressed into each of her thighs as they moved over her to get better purchase on her body. She unconsciously spread her legs wide for them, silently begging that one would soon give in and take her.
However, the two vampires were far too experienced to cave in so quickly. In response to her unspoken demand, they both let up on the intensity of their ministrations, leaving her whimpering with unfulfilled lust.
“Please…” she begged, turning her Spike’s head up to look into her eyes. “Spike, I want you so bad…”
“Tricky,” past Spike commented, noting his companion’s resolve wavering. “Nice try, pet,” he flashed her a wicked leer. “What do you think?” he asked her Spike. “She had enough yet?”
“Hmm…” her Spike murmured thoughtfully, giving her a quick peck on the nose. “I’d better go check.”
“Spike?” she whimpered and then cried out in delight when one of his fingers pierced her moist folds.
“Well?” past Spike cocked an eyebrow at him.
Her Spike closed his eyes as her heat burned his hand. “Think I’d better go in for a closer look…” he said raggedly.
“Looks like you get your wish, Slayer,” past Spike turned back to look at her once his future self had dropped down between her legs.
She opened her eyes to look at him and beckoned him forward with one finger. “Come up here,” she said softly.
He immediately lowered his lips to hers, plundering the sweetness there and roughly forcing his tongue inside of her.
Between her warm thighs, Buffy’s Spike began licking at her tanned skin once again. His fingers toyed with her dark curls, twisting them between his fingers, before his mouth moved to explore deeper within her.
She gasped into past Spike’s mouth when her Spike closed his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth. He twisted and teased the sensitive nub of flesh until it was firm and swollen under his caresses.
Buffy clutched past Spike to her more firmly at his companion’s actions. His hand came up to fondle one of her breasts, and she dug her nails into his scalp in response, urging him on. Their tongues fought furiously within her mouth, neither yielding in the slightest, until eventually Buffy was forced to pull back for air.
Past Spike moved his lips to her shoulder while she panted heavily, forcing the oxygen back into her lungs.
“When I said ‘come up here’,” she finally said after she caught her breath, “I meant all the way up…” She gave him a catty smile.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
“C’mon,” she teased, “you said you wouldn’t mind a repeat. So, are you going to take advantage of it or not?”
He let out a deep growl and crawled up her body until his thick cock was right above her face. She gingerly reached out with the tip of her tongue to lick off the drop of precum that escaped the narrow slit at the end of his length. His growl grew louder, sending gentle vibrations through his body and straight into her mouth.
She caught hold of one firm buttock in one hand and slowly eased him between her lips.
“Cor, Buffy!” he cried out, arching his back as his eyes rolled back in his head. He felt as though her mouth were molten magma, searing him alive. But, oh, what a wonderful way to go!
Meanwhile, Buffy’s own eyes clenched shut at the feel of what her Spike was doing to her. He gently kissed his way up and down her slit before repeating the pattern with his tongue. It circled her opening one, two, three times, tantalizing her before he slowly pushed his way through her inner folds to taste the sweet nectar within.
Buffy clamped her thighs around his head, and he lapped at her inner walls, exploring them fully and savoring the flavor and aroma of her salty juices. They tasted like honey to a vampire, almost as wonderful as the delicacy of Slayer’s blood he’d had earlier that evening.
He continued to plunge deeper and deeper within her, moving closer and closer to the one spot that would bring her ultimate pleasure…
Buffy’s tongue moved at the same frantic pace. She took Spike’s hardened member as deep in as she could, her free hand encircling the rest of him and holding his hilt firmly in place. She began to suck up and down, enjoying the feel of him. He was cool and tasted of salt and Spike, and she feel just like she was licking on a Spike-flavored popsicle.
Her lips pulled back to the very tip of his erection, and her teeth teased the foreskin there before her mouth engulfed him once more.
Above her, he growled and purred and whimpered at her ministrations, thrusting himself deeper into her hot, wet mouth. He shut his eyes tight and moaned her name as her tongue swirled around and around and around…
* * *
“C’mon, guys,” Jonathan whined. “These chains hurt my wrists. When are you gonna let us go?”
“Not until Buffy gets here,” Willow said firmly.
“When will that be?” Andrew complained.
“When she’s done with her patrol,” Willow insisted.
“But-” Warren began.
“Toads!” Willow reminded them.
“Sorry,” they all ‘eep’ed in fear.
“Buffy will back when she’s done with her important work,” Willow said with finality.
* * *
Between her legs, her Spike finally struck at her sweetest spot. Buffy cried out in ecstasy as the world collapsed around her. Her lips gave past Spike one final squeeze before the dizziness finally overcame him, and his balls clenched, pouring cold seed deep into her throat.
They fell from their high almost simultaneously, and it took all of Spike’s strength to hold himself up against the headboard instead of collapsing atop her face. With great effort, he managed to roll off of her before falling at her side.
“Mmm…” Buffy moaned contentedly, stretching like a pampered kitten.
“Feeling better now, luv?” her Spike crawled up over her body with supernatural grace.
“Wonderful,” she sighed. “So relaxed…”
“Up for a good rough an’ tumble then?” he kissed her forehead.
“Always,” she agreed.
“My insatiable little Slayer,” he whispered fondly, looking deep into her eyes…
And then he was inside her, hard and strong.
Buffy’s eyes widened and she gasped when she was fully stretched once more. Spike’s own eyes were burning with a deep, dark passion.
He stilled himself within her for a moment, letting them both savor the feel of being joined together once more. Then, he slowly began to pump in and out of her, setting a steady pace.
After his first few thrusts, Buffy began moving her hips in time with his, their pelvises grinding together at each meeting. She hooked her ankles behind his back, increasing the force of the coupling and giving him a better angle into her.
Each push drove him deeper and deeper inside her. It wasn’t long before he was completely buried in her heat.
They let out breathy moans in unison every time he pulled out of her, the loss of connection complete agony. Her inner walls squeezed him, trying to hold him captive. But each time he escaped, only to be recaptured instants later.
Buffy began panting desperately as her sweat-slicked body rocked beneath him, keeping time with his ever-increasing thrusts. His own unnecessary breaths joined the music of their lovemaking.
Their pace began to quicken now with new fervor. Buffy clenched her teeth when he pierced her further than ever before, hitting her womb.
His gaze held hers, and she clutched at his hair with sweat-soaked palms, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. Their mouths devoured each other, tasting demanding, needing…loving?
She let her head fall back when the need for oxygen overwhelmed her. Her eyes opened again, and she stared deep into his cerulean depths.
“Cor, Buffy,” he moaned, penetrating her even further with his next thrust. “’ve never been so deep before, so…” His eyes squeezed shut tight as the heat became unbearable.
“I feel it,” she said back breathlessly. “You feel so good, so strong…”
“So beautiful,” he brushed the wet locks of hair back from her forehead. “Want you so much… Even now. Can never get enough…”
“Oh god! Spike!” she screamed when her climax finally struck.
The world around her spun at a dizzying pace, all except for him. He was falling with her, spurting his chilled semen deep into her womb, crying out her name, the same look of complete and utter ecstasy written on his face as well.
“Love you,” he said raggedly, clutching her to him tightly as her inner muscles milked him for everything he had.
“I know,” she whispered softly when she landed from her fall back onto the soft mattress. She wrapped her arms around his back, holding him close and waiting for him to join her.
It was a few minutes before he finally stirred above her.
“Spike?” she said softly, twining his peroxide blond curls between her fingers.
“Yes, luv?” he murmured from where his head had buried itself against her throat.
“You’re never leaving, are you?” she sighed wearily.
“No, I’m not,” he was still exhausted but managed to prop himself up on his elbows anyway to look at her. “Why do you ask?”
“They all left me,” Buffy responded, tracing the line of his solar plexus with her index finger. “Why are you so different?”
“Don’t know,” his brow furrowed. “Just am.”
“I think,” she said slowly, “that maybe you’re the only one stubborn and persistent enough to love me. I know it’s hard…”
“’s not hard at all, Buffy,” he assured her, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. “You’re the easiest person to love in the world.”
“As long as you’ve got a really thick skin,” she smiled slightly.
“An’ ‘ve got the thickest in the world, baby,” a hint of a smile began to play across his lips.
“No wonder I-” she froze in mid-sentence.
“You what, luv?”
“I…put up with you for all these years,” she hastily amended. God! Her mind screamed. I can’t believe I was about to say-! I couldn’t, I wasn’t, I don’t feel…
“’S all right,” he said, slowly pulling out of her. They both whimpered slightly at the loss of connection. “That’ll do for now.”
He rolled to the side and nearly landed on his twin. After cursing under his breath while Buffy attempted to stifle her giggles, he managed to crawl over her supine body and settled on the other side of her.
“Spike?” she repeated.
“Yeah?” he opened one eye to look at her in annoyance.
“Are you done?” she pouted slightly.
“Jus’ give me a moment to rest up, kitten,” he said. “Looks like you’ve worn us both out. Always knew you were ravenous…”
She bit her lower lip sullenly, and then her face brightened. “Hey, other Spike!” she nudged him hard in the side.
“What?” he demanded. “’m busy tryin’ to sleep through all your touchy-feely yappin’ over here.”
“I have an idea,” she said smugly, ignoring his ire.
“Oh, and what’s that, pet?” he turned to look at her curiously.
“It’ll take both of you to work,” she turned back to her Spike.
“You know I’m in,” he lay back beside her and looked up into her face as she sat up.
“What would you two say,” a feline smile graced her face, “to a race?”
“Race?” Twin scarred eyebrows raised in perfect unison.
“You two just lie back,” she pushed both their chests back down, “and get your engines started…”
They flashed her confused looks.
“You’ll catch on in a second,” she assured them. “On your mark… Get set… Go!” And with that she grabbed a limp cock in each hand, rubbing them up and down. The race had begun…
Chapter Ten
Buffy made a small, satisfied, feminine smile when the thick member in each of her hands began to harden immediately. Both vampires let out an excited little gasp, and their hips thrust upwards to meet her caress.
“Told you you’d catch on,” she began squeezing and milking them, keeping a slow, steady rhythm. “So phase one: who can get rock hard first?”
“Christ, Buffy!” her Spike moaned aloud at these words.
The other Spike let out a deep, sensual purr. “What do we get if we win?” he asked raggedly.
“The winner will be…well-rewarded,” she pulled back twin foreskins as she said this last word and gently slid her thumb nails into the narrow slit at the tip of their cocks.
They both groaned and whimpered at her actions, beautiful bodies thrashing wildly beneath her. Buffy decided that she could get very used to this.
“They’re neck and neck at the halfway mark,” she announced when both members stood at half-mast, each swelling with lust. “C’mon,” she whispered sensuously in their ears, “it’s not good form to keep an eager Slayer waiting…”
That did the trick. Both cocks sprung up hard and fast, rising high above their firm stomachs.
“Hmm…” Buffy pouted. “It looks like a tie.”
“Wha’s that mean then, pet?” past Spike gave her a sultry smirk.
“I guess we’ll just have to do a tie-breaker,” she teased. “OK, rules of this one: whoever cums first loses. The winner gets an extra big reward.”
“Those are the kind of rules I like,” her Spike purred.
“I thought you two might appreciate them,” Buffy gave them each an evil smile. “Are you ready?”
Two pairs of sapphirine, lust-filled eyes locked on hers and nodded.
“Then, go!” she said, her hands pumping their swollen lengths with newfound intensity.
She started with her hand wrapped around the base of each vampire before slowly sliding her way up and down a few times, keeping her grip tight around them. After the first few strokes, she picked up her pace, pumping up and down fiercely. They bucked up to meet her, moving their bodies in time with her hands. Grunts and growls escaped their mouths, and she noticed with satisfaction that they both had their eyes shut tight in pleasure.
Deciding that maybe they needed a bit of a tease to help them along, she abruptly stopped her motions and instantly met two forlorn pairs of eyes.
“Shh…” she said softly at their needy whimpers.
Her fingers began to slowly trace their lengths, starting at the tip and moving slowly downwards, following the paths of their veins as she went. She continued to explore every side of the twin columns of flesh, her fingers only gently grazing the soft skin there.
The sound of whimpering increased.
“Verrry nice,” Buffy purred seductively, lowering her body so that she was poised over the two magnificent cocks.
She leaned a little bit lower and allowed her hardened nipples to just brush the heads of their aching members. She gasped in time with them at the burning flame of desire that went straight to her core at this most intimate of touches.
“Oh!” Buffy exclaimed. “Very, verrry nice!”
She continued to rub her breasts up against them, savoring the feel of cool hardness against her sensitive, needy flesh. Neither vampire seemed to have the ability to speak at this point. Rather, they both had their eyes clenched tightly shut in an effort to keep from spilling themselves all over her ripe, tender breasts.
Buffy let herself enjoy the feel of them for a while longer, but soon it became apparent that they both retained enough control that this wasn’t going to send them over. And that would never do.
She reluctantly pulled back, earning two disappointed groans for her troubles. Her hands returned to their previous positions, encircling each of their members.
“Time to up the stakes,” she informed them, gripping them tighter…
* * *
“Where is she?” Anya complained. “I have receipts to tally, you know! I can’t just sit around waiting here all night.”
“Now, Ahn,” Xander patted her hand reassuringly, “I’m sure Buffy’s got her hands full at the moment…”
* * *
“Are you ready?” Buffy asked, still holding a rock hard vampire cock in each hand.
Two mute nods followed her query.
She gave them a wicked smile at their response, and with agonizing slowness leaned over to give the throbbing tip of one cock a lick. Both Spikes groaned - one at the feel, and one at the view. She moved over to the other member and repeated her action.
They squirmed and thrusted beneath her, each trying to fully capture her mouth. She denied them both, instead continuing to lick alternately at each cool phallus.
Her tongue began to get more adventurous, adding in a slight swirl here and a long stroke there, but she always made sure to keep the intensity of the torment evenly distributed between the two. After all, this was a serious race, and it wouldn’t do to leave one gorgeous vampire at a disadvantage.
Her hands came back in to play, and they gently cupped a sensitive ball each. She palmed them tenderly, rolling the perfect spheres thoroughly about. She took time to fondle each of the their balls in turn, moving her hand back and forth between the two of each vampire in sync with each other. Her tongue matched the alternating pattern of her hands, and she began to slurp hungrily at their cocks, taking them into her mouth in quick succession.
Her Spikes were barely holding on, the heat of her mouth and the persistent throbbing of her heartbeat sending them to the brink every time she engulfed them, only to be pulled back again whenever she left them to tend to the other.
Her fists were now clenching and un-clenching around their balls, urging them forwards and attempting to break through what remained of their control.
“Oh god, Buffy!” her Spike finally screamed out. “Cuming, cuming…”
She quickly caught hold of his cock firmly between her lips, swallowing down the spurts of white fluid that were shooting from him like a geyser. Her mouth milked him until she’d drunk everything he had down, and then she began to slowly clean off the first few bursts that she’d missed from his stomach.
She savored in the salty taste briefly before turning to the past Spike. “Looks like you’re the winner,” she informed him. “That means I’m yours any way you want me…”
He snarled and caught her to him, the intensity of his arousal nearly painful by this point. She let out a delighted squeal as he flipped them over and instantly plugged his aching member deep inside of her.
His eyes flickered yellow and his fangs gleamed as he pounded into her feverishly, again and again. Buffy clutched him to her, moaning in delight at the feel of a wild demon between her thighs once more.
His thrusts picked up their pace, becoming harder and more frantic. He filled her with bruising intensity, slamming into the opening of her womb with every thrust.
And she loved every minute of it.
She wrapped her legs behind his back, pushing him impossibly deeper inside of her. Their hips ground together, super-human speed and strength forcing his penetration beyond what any human could survive or even experience.
His body was completely slick with her sweat now, and they stuck together each time they pressed together. His stomach was grinding against her needy clit now, and she felt the orgasm within her building and building…
“Slayer!” he cried out when her inner walls finally clenched around him with their full strength, capturing him and holding him tightly. He managed to thrust as far in as he could get before her Slayer muscles milked every last bit of semen they could get out of him.
“Oh, Spike!” she screamed when the fire within was finally quenched with blessed cool. She fell back to the mattress limply, giddy pleasure filling with from head to toe, overcoming her…
And then she was back to earth, a strong, hard vampire still lying atop her.
“Spike…” she whispered again, brushing the soft, platinum curls back from his forehead.
“Luv…” the voice came from beside her, not above her.
She turned to see her Spike curled right up next to them, his length pressed firmly against her thigh.
“My Spike,” she gave him a small smile and let her other hand play with his hair.
“Yours,” he agreed softly, leaning into her touch.
“Oh god!” the Spike above her suddenly shifted and came back to reality. “You feisty, little vixen!” he looked down at Buffy in awe.
“Told you she could be quite the Dominatrix,” her Spike said. “Should’ve heeded my warnings better.”
“I did, but-” past Spike paused to stretch his body out slowly. “Oh god!” he repeated his earlier sentiment.
“You two were comparing notes behind my back?!” Buffy exclaimed indignantly.
“Had to,” her Spike insisted.
“Needed to plan our attack,” past Spike clarified. “Give you the most bang for your buck…”
“Or ‘bucks’ as the case may be,” that evil little smile was once again on her face. “You two come up with anything else,” her index fingers traced down the center of each alabaster chest, “that I might enjoy?”
“Tons,” her Spike informed her.
“Then show me,” she fell back to let them have their wicked way with her…
* * *
“Where did Buffy say she was going?” Willow’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Just on patrol,” Dawn insisted innocently.
“Was there anything in particular she was after tonight?” Tara clarified.
“You could say that…” Dawn mumbled under her breath. “Um, no,” she said aloud.
“Maybe we should go looking for her,” Xander said.
“No!” Dawn practically screeched.
Four curious stares turned in her direction.
“I mean, she just said she might be a bit late, and we shouldn’t worry,” Dawn tried to cover for her sister like crazy. “I’m sure she’ll be coming any minute now…”
* * *
Buffy moaned slightly in protest as past Spike rolled off of her. He lay on his back beside her, and she took the opportunity to stretch herself out.
“Good idea,” her Spike gave her an evil grin. “You’ll want to keep nice and limber for this…”
“And what exactly is this?” she inquired.
“You’ll see,” he said cryptically.
He caught hold of her wrists and proceeded to wrap her arms around his neck. She eagerly hung onto him as he lifted her off the bed, her legs moving to wrap around his waist as well. She could feel his hardness rubbing into the cleft in her ass and lifted herself up, attempting to capture it within her.
“Not yet, pet,” he said, evading her wet, throbbing hole.
“But, need you now!” she whimpered in protest.
“And you’ll get it, baby,” he assured her. “You’ll get more than enough…” He turned to look at past Spike. “You ready, mate?”
“Never more so,” the other vampire responded eagerly.
“You just relax now, luv,” her Spike whispered in her ear. “Just enjoy every second.” He lowered her down slowly onto past Spike’s body.
Buffy’s eyes widened in realization when she felt past Spike line her up so that his cock was pressing against the tight opening to her ass. She bit her lip slightly when her Spike set her gently down upon his twin’s thick member.
“Relax, Buffy,” he comforted her, stroking her hair lightly with one hand.
She found it was easier to do this time, even with a Spike she trusted less behind her. Her rear walls gave in more easily, probably still stretched from her Spike’s most recent intrusion and still lubricated with his semen.
Inch by inch, she was impaled upon the massive member beneath her. She let out a low moan when she was filled to completion and beyond.
“Cor, Slayer!” the Spike below her whispered, his voice low and ragged. “You took me in, baby. You took all of me…”
“Still OK?” her Spike asked.
She nodded quickly; the pain was nothing compared to the absolutely glorious feel of him within her to the hilt.
“OK then,” her Spike continued to guide her body, pushing gently on her shoulders. “Just lie back now…”
She gave way to his demands, her eyes widening as the change in angle plunged past Spike even deeper within her. The vampire inside her wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her back to rest against his chest.
Once she was comfortably lying fully on the past vampire, he began to experimentally move within her, using his grip around her waist as leverage to push slowly in and out of her.
“That feel good, baby?” he asked, picking up on her pounding pulse and heavy breathing.
“It feels real good!” she exclaimed, thrusting back into him a bit on her own in response.
“It’ll feel even better in a minute,” her Spike assured her, taking her hand in his and giving the pulse point on her wrist a quick kiss. “I need you to hold still for a minute now, OK, luv?”
It was absolute torment for Buffy to have past Spike inside her yet not to be able to move against him. She managed to hold herself steady and nod, though, knowing that what was coming would be well worth the wait.
“Now open up wide for me,” her Spike said, resting his hands on the insides of her thighs and pushing them gently apart.
She complied with his wishes, spreading even wider than he would have dared to try and get them. “All limbered up, remember?” she reminded him with a satisfied grin at his amazement.
“Oh yeah…” her Spike was unnecessarily panting now in desire.
He slowly eased himself on top of her, until she was pressed firmly between the two hard, naked, vampire bodies. She felt her breasts flatten against his strong pectorals, and her backside pressed deeper into the Spike behind her, eliciting a small moan from each of them.
“You ready?” her Spike asked raggedly.
“I’m ready for you,” she said softly, keeping her legs as wide as possible while he nudged his hips so that he was poking right at her slick entrance.
“Hold on tight,” he instructed her before he plunged himself into her wet depths.
Buffy cried out in astonishment. She was completely and utterly filled from every angle, and the pleasure was almost too much to bear.
A cry escaped her throat at their first tentative push, their hips moving together this time so that both cocks pierced into her at the same time.
“M-More!” she managed to shout out.
They began to pick up their pace, grinding deeper into her from both front and back with every push.
“Oh god, yes!” she screamed, pulling her Spike down to her tighter. “More! Deeper! Faster! Please!”
Her frantic cries picked up in tempo as they complied with her wishes, slamming into her harder and harder with each thrust.
“You’re deeper,” she informed the Spike above her, touching his cheek lightly.
The one beneath her redoubled his efforts.
“No, you are,” her caress turned to his face.
“No, you…
“You…
“You…
“You!”
Her screams grew wilder and louder as the competition between the two caused them to explore hidden depths within her that had never before been discovered.
Her mouth latched on to that of the Spike above her. Her lips parted at his insistence, and he thrust his tongue deep within her, retracing every taste it had ever taken inside of her.
She found herself completely overwhelmed. Everywhere she could feel, there was Spike. Spike above her, Spike beneath her, Spike on all sides, Spike within her, Spike within her in every way… She was completely saturated by Spike, and she felt as though she were losing herself, becoming Spike as he conquered her from inside and out…
“’ve got you, Buffy,” the Spike above her said, breaking their kiss. “’ve always got you…”
She looked into those familiar blue eyes, and suddenly losing herself in Spike didn’t seem so scary anymore. In fact, it was something she wanted. She felt as though she could never get enough Spike, never have enough Spike within her…
“Do it,” she whispered softly. “Bite me.”
His eyes flashed feral yellow, but she could still see the love for her written there. She turned her head to the side, giving him better access and cried out with newfound pleasure when his fangs pierced the soft flesh at her throat.
“You…too,” she managed to gasp out to past Spike. “Want you both…inside me…cocks…and fangs…”
The vampire beneath her didn’t need to be asked twice. His teeth sunk deep into the back of her throat, holding her head steady as her Spike’s fangs ventured deeper and deeper within her, sucking at her warm blood.
Penetrated four times over, it was finally too much for Buffy to bear. She screamed her ecstasy out to the world while her inner muscles throbbed and clenched, her orgasm shattering her entirely.
Her two vampire lovers followed her in the same instant, their balls clenching and un-clenching in time with her brutal Slayer muscles and their chilled seed shooting deep within her womb and ass.
The three collapsed on top of each other in an exhausted heap when their world-crushing orgasms finally subsided.
The Spike above her managed to awaken first, body aching all over - but in a decidedly good way. He tenderly licked the second bite mark he had made on her this evening clean, his cool saliva closing the wound. He turned his attention briefly to his other mark, nuzzling it fondly, before he raised himself up on shaking arms and slid out of her warm passage. His cock was quite spent, but still tingling in a pleasant way from her borrowed heat. With a satisfied sigh, he moved to the side and lay down on the soft mattress.
The feel of his rough tongue against the newly sensitized bite marks on her throat caused Buffy to stir as well. She groaned in agony at what felt like the simultaneous pull of every muscle in her body. She managed to sit herself up with great effort and raised herself enough from past Spike’s cock to slip it out of her rear entrance. Spent from that effort, she collapsed to the side, her head pillowed against her Spike’s chest and his arm wrapped lazily around her waist.
Past Spike awoke with a whimper when the wet heat that encompassed him moved away. He rolled over onto his side and spooned up against Buffy’s back, pressing himself firmly against her warmth. His tongue flicked out to tend to his own bite mark, and a proud smile graced his lips at the thought that the Slayer - of all people - had allowed him to mark her in this way.
“Mmm…” Buffy murmured softly as she drifted off to sleep. “Don’t think I’ve ever been this tired. Looks like you finally wore me out…”
Her Spike chuckled sleepily. “An’ all it took was two of us,” he replied.
And then all three felt into a deep, relaxing sleep…
* * *
“C’mon!” Xander sighed in frustration. “What can possibly be taking this long?!”
Dawn’s face turned bright red, and she buried her nose deeper into the book in front of her.
Chapter Eleven
Buffy yawned contently and stretched her lips lazily as her eyes finally fluttered open. She was immediately greeted by the sight of soft, peroxide blond curls. She gave them a quick pat before rolling over to her other side. The naked vampire limbs that wrapped all around her shifted with her motion, and she soon found herself eyeing an equally beautiful view. A tender, white vampire throat just begging to be tasted…
She gave him a quick love bite before beginning the difficult process of extricating herself from two such lovely demons. She finally managed to sit up between them and got a good look at the clock for the first time.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, instantly leaping out of bed.
“Mmm?” one vampire moaned sleepily when the hot little Slayer he had been laying against escaped his arms.
Buffy ignored him, making her way to the ladder that led to the upper level and gathering a pile of clothes with her as she went.
“Buffy?” her Spike mumbled, rolling over to look at her. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to find clothes,” she sighed in exasperation when she realized that yet another pair of panties was ruined.
“Oh, well, that’s just great!” he jerked up and his face darkened. “Go running away again. ‘s fine, really! It’s not like what I want matters. No, I have no feelings whatsoever, so you jus’ go about an’-”
“Spike!” she cut him off, throwing his jeans at him. “I’m getting all of our clothes.”
Spike’s expression lightened a bit. “Oh, well then…that’s… Huh?” he finally said, confused.
“Get dressed,” she insisted, pulling her top over her head.
“Why?” Spike eyed his jeans skeptically. “’s not like we’re goin’ anywhere…”
“Yes, we are,” Buffy said, zipping her skirt up. “We need to get to the Magic Box. I told Willow and Anya that I’d show up tonight, and when I don’t and then they find that I’m not at home…” She trailed off as she tried to find her shoe.
“Oh, c’mon,” Spike gestured to the clock. “’s nearly two. They probably-”
“Are looking for us right now,” Buffy insisted. She put her hands on her hips and looked at him critically. “Am I going to have to dress you?” she demanded.
“Oh!” Spike suddenly realized that he was still holding his jeans and moved to put them on.
“Here’s a shirt,” she said, yanking a maroon button-up from his dresser drawer and tossing it in his direction. She fiddled around a little while longer and finally pulled out a red, silk scarf. She wrapped it neatly about her neck, covering up the beautiful bite marks that marred her skin. Spike groaned slightly in protest, and she gave him a sly smile.
“Now,” she turned to the only current resident of the bed, “to wake up Sleeping Beauty…” She gave his shoulder a hard shake, but he just let out a slight growl and buried his head in the sheets. “Why me?” she lamented, crawling over the mattress to poke him in the stomach.
“So,” her Spike asked, doing up the last of his buttons, “are you finally going to tell your pals about…this?” He gesticulated wildly.
“Maybe,” she gave him a shy smile before pinching past Spike’s nose in her continued effort to wake him up.
“ ‘Maybe’?” Spike repeated. “How are we ever going to get their help if you won’t even tell them? I hate to break it to you, Slayer, but we don’t exactly have the magical resources to fix this!”
“Oh!” Buffy’s eyes widened, and she turned to look at him. “You meant that ‘this’! Um…well, yeah. We’re going to tell them right now.” She looked back down at the other Spike suddenly, her face turning bright red at her error.
“Wait a minute,” her Spike froze in the center of the crypt. “You were talking about…?” He pointed back and forth between the two of them several times dumbly.
“Well…” she brushed a lose strand of hair behind her ear nervously and pinched harder on past Spike’s nose, “yeah, I guess.” Her face was taking on more purplish hues now.
“Oh,” Spike said softly. “Well, about time I guess… You know, that won’t work,” he decided to break the awkward moment. “He doesn’t have to breathe, so…that won’t work,” he finished lamely.
“Good point,” Buffy sighed and released past Spike’s nose.
“Try givin’ him a good, hard whap in the gut,” her Spike suggested, grabbing hold of the black T-shirt past Spike had brought with him and walking over to her.
She raised one eyebrow at him incredulously.
“Always worked for Dru,” he insisted.
Buffy frowned slightly at the thought of another woman waking him…every morning…for over a hundred years. How come she had never gotten to figure out how to wake Spike up in the morning? She decided to ignore the glaringly obvious answer to that question - that she’d never stayed around long enough to find out - and proceeded to sulk.
“Buffy?” Spike waved a hand over her face when she zoned out. “You still in there?”
“Hmph,” she turned her back to him and proceeded to take his earlier advice.
“Oof!” past Spike exclaimed when he got a fist to the stomach.
“Wake up, and get dressed,” Buffy ordered.
“Domineering little- Oof!” he repeated when she gave him another jab.
“Up. Now.”
“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, hastily getting dressed.
Buffy stalked over to the ladder and waited impatiently. She knew she was being unfair, but she’d put her emotions on the line several times in the last day, and then he had to go and mention Drusilla, of all people…
“Buffy?” her Spike had, of course, noticed her abrupt change in mood, but not even his seemingly telepathic abilities when it came to her could infiltrate this bizarre bout of feminine illogic.
“Let’s just go,” she sighed wearily. “We’ll worry about everything else later.”
“Sure, pet,” he shrugged, and he and his past self followed her up the ladder.
* * *
“We have to go find her!” Xander insisted. “She’s never been this late before, and-” He opened the door and stopped his ramble mid-sentence when the object of his concern walked right in. “And never mind,” he quickly amended.
“Thanks, Xander,” Buffy said. “Sorry I’m so la-ate…” She paused when she noticed the three nerds chained together in the middle of the room. “What’s going on here?” she demanded.
“Buffy, we’ve got a big problem,” Xander began. “You see, Spike- Ahh! Spike!” He pointed when the vampire followed her into the Magic Box. “Duck, Buffy!” he yelled, yanking on her arm. “He could be evil, un-chipped Spike!”
Buffy rolled her eyes, giggled slightly at the look of pure menace that Spike had put on his face in order to further freak out Xander, and gently shook her friend off of her arm.
“It’s just the usual, same old Spike,” Buffy assured him.
Xander breathed a sigh of relief.
“This,” Buffy said, stepping to one side and allowing her other vampire companion to enter, “is evil, un-chipped Spike.”
And Xander promptly fell to the floor in a dead faint.
* * *
“Xander? Xander? Wake up, Xander…”
Past Spike watched the vengeance demon and the two witches try to revive the wimp who had fainted and chuckled to himself.
“Who’s the ponce?” he pointed his thumb in Xander’s direction.
“That’s Xander,” Dawn informed him. “He doesn’t like you…either you, actually.”
“Gotcha,” he lit up a cigarette. “And you are?”
“Dawn,” she smiled at him brightly. “I’m Buffy’s sister.”
Past Spike’s brow furrowed for a minute.
“Yeah, I know,” Dawn waved her hand in the air dismissively, “Buffy doesn’t have a sister yet in your time.”
Past Spike raised one eyebrow at her apparent age.
“Don’t ask,” Dawn shook her head. “You see, I’m actually this Key that was given human form and…it’s a long story.”
“I think I have a headache,” past Spike complained.
“You want some blood for that?” Dawn asked helpfully.
Past Spike nodded wearily and watched the cheerful little teen run into the back. “And these three are?” he turned to his present incarnation.
“Three losers who think they can cut it as Big Bad,” Spike sent an annoyed scowl in their direction and took another puff from his own cigarette.
“They the ones that brought me here?”
“Yup.”
“Do I get to kill them then?” past Spike gave them a deadly smile.
They all gulped in perfect unison.
“Not yet,” present Spike said, sighing. “Wait till we’ve figured out how to fix things…”
The nerds gulped again.
“Xander, wake up!” Anya persisted in shaking his shoulder. “If you stay unconscious for too long, you’ll get those bags under your eyes, and then we’ll have to delay the pre-pre-wedding photos, which means we’ll have to put back the reception, although I suppose we could move up our appointment with the decorators, if you stop into the tailor’s this week, which means-” She ran over to get her wedding planner and began flipping through the pages making notes.
“We never did decide on napkin color,” she pointed out. “I still think red…”
“Blue,” Xander insisted, waking up.
“But then we’ll have to change the tablecloths,” Anya’s brow furrowed, “unless you wanted the gray-blue…but then-”
“Guys!” Buffy cut in on what could easily have become another wedding summit meeting. “We do have other matters to discuss…”
“Don’t remind me,” Xander groaned. He took a quick look at the two Spikes leaning against the counter, shook his head, and groaned again.
“So,” Willow turned her evil eye back to the Trio, “what did you do exactly?”
“Eep!” Andrew squealed, trying to hide behind the other two at the memory of her earlier threats.
“It was all Jonathan!” Warren insisted. “We tried to warn him not to!”
“You liar!” Jonathan turned an angry glare on Warren. “You were the one that said-”
“Toads!” Willow reminded them. “Or maybe newts,” she added thoughtfully. “Toads are a bit to much like frogs…”
“Or mice,” Dawn added, “although after the whole Amy thing…”
“What about cockroaches?” Tara suggested.
“Then we’d never be able to kill the buggers,” Spike commented.
“Good point,” Tara agreed.
“OK, OK, I’ll talk!” Jonathan squirmed in his bonds.
All eyes turned to him.
“It was a summoning spell,” he confessed. “I didn’t know what it was going to summon, and if I’d known about the whole time-travel two-Spikes-at-once thing, I would never ever have-”
“How do you undo it?” Buffy demanded.
“Er…I’m not sure,” he answered nervously.
“Oh, well that’s just great!” past Spike rolled his eyes in disgust. “’ll be stuck here forever.”
“He can’t be stuck here forever,” Buffy’s brow furrowed, “or else normal Spike wouldn’t exist.”
“And this is a bad thing, why?” Xander chimed in.
“Shut up, Whelp,” Spike said sourly. His expression softened a bit when Dawn handed him one of the two mugs of microwave-warmed blood.
“Or you’ll what?” Xander retorted. “Annoy me to death?”
“Can I kill him?” past Spike said, taking the other mug.
“Go right ahead, mate,” Spike said jovially.
“No!” Buffy leapt in front of him. “No killing!”
Past Spike shrugged and leaned back against the counter.
Present Spike gave Xander an evil glare.
“Just ignore him,” Buffy said softly, resting her hand on his forearm.
Spike looked down at it in surprise. She had never ever shown him the slightest bit of affection in public before. He gulped slightly and nodded.
Buffy flashed him a small smile before turning her attention back to their prisoners. They still looked thoroughly terrified. “Fix. This,” she insisted.
“I tried,” Jonathan defended himself, “but I couldn’t find a spell to send someone back in time. The one I used only works one way.”
“That’s why we came here tonight,” Andrew added, “to try to find a spell.”
“Shut up,” Warren hissed at him.
“Looks like its amphibian time for Warren,” Willow cracked her knuckles, an evil bemused smile on her face.
“Talk all you want,” Warren abruptly changed his mind.
“So,” Tara said, trying not to laugh at the false wicked-witch image Willow was portraying, “what do we do?”
“I guess we research,” Buffy sighed.
“We needed Buffy here to tell us to research?” Anya jabbed Xander in the arm. “We could have researched while we were waiting, and I could have sent in those order forms for the-”
“Guys,” Willow said, dropping a pile of books before them, “get to work.”
“Yeah, right,” present Spike got up, “’ll jus’ be on my way then and…”
He trailed off when Dawn stood in front of him, hands on her hips. “Oh no, you don’t,” she informed him. “We’re going to have a nice, long talk.”
Spike cocked his head to the side and looked down at her confusedly. “Sure thing, Nibblet, but-”
“Now!” she insisted, grabbing his hand and dragging him back into the training room.
Spike gave Buffy a bewildered look, and he would have sworn she winked back at him…