Thank you Ladyaisha for the challenge. This is a bit of a cop out but I promise there will be at least one more chapter and hopefully that will appease you.

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Ringing in the new with the old

Chapter one: Buffy's Bells are ringing

This was one of Buffy's favourite times of the year. It was time to be with close friends and family and this year her friends had all come to visit from every corner of the world to ring in the New Year. Xander returned from Cairo, Willow from Rio de Janeiro, Dawn from London and Giles from Cambridge. She was wearing a sheer top over a red vest with a knee length black skirt and stilettos. Her hair was unbound and fell about her shoulders, just the way her vampire boyfriend liked. She wanted to look good as this was a very special occasion. This was her first Christmas since she and Spike had moved in together, and they were hosting a New Year's Eve party, or rather she was hosting and Spike was toasting the party. She still found it hard to believe how easily he managed to swig down alcohol. She had a couple of eggnogs and she was feeling the effects already, while he was almost sober after downing a half a bottle of Jack. Lucky him with a vampire constitution. She really wished she wasn't such a lightweight when it came to alcohol. Buffy was buzzing with Yuletide spirit and she was determined to make sure this party was the very best it could be. . The only task she had delegated to Spike was giving out the drinks. She knew she could rely on him to ensure everyone was merry. She surveyed the living room, making sure everybody was having a good time. She grinned seeing Dawn in a serious conversation with her date, a tall, blond haired student from university. At the other side of the room Xander and Willow were laughing about something. Giles was standing near the stairs, polishing his glasses as he was being talked at by Andrew. She searched out Spike, and found him surrounded by a group of young Slayers. He was showing off for them, his hands demonstrating some move, and they were giggling. Buffy's mouth thinned in disapproval. If any of her Slayers made a move on her man, she wouldn't responsible for her actions. It was best to head in now, before they got too comfortable flirting with her vampire.

"Hi, Spike," Buffy said, throwing her arm possessively around his waist. "Are you bothering my Slayers?"

"Who, me?" The vampire ran his tongue across his teeth. The bastard. He knew how that look always made her horny. Spike just winked back at her and she lost herself in the devilishly blue eyes, imagining exactly what she would do to him later tonight after the party or maybe they could sneak away now...

"No, Ma'am," Buffy vaguely heard one of the Slayers say through her lust induced haze.

Buffy shook her head bringing herself back to reality. No - she couldn't abandon her hostess duties.

She glared at her Slayers warning them to keep her hands off her man. Spike had wrapped his arm around her waist too and she could feel his cool fingers edging their way off the material of her sheer top and onto her bare skin on her back above her skirt. He was doing this on purpose; he always got off turning her on in public, the big pervert.

She pulled away reluctantly and grabbed his hand instead. "Come, help me in the kitchen."

Buffy could hear the snickers of the Slayers as she and Spike made their way through the crowded living room. When the kitchen door shut behind them, Spike pressed her up against the door and kissed her fiercely. She could feel a hand at her back and reaching down under the materiel and traced the top of her panties. Buffy arched back automatically, her brain vaguely remembering they had a whole load of guests the other side of the door.

"Mmm," she moaned and Spike's other hand had found his way under her skirt and up her thigh. He was about to pull her knickers down when they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Buffy was brought back to reality. Crap. This wasn't why she came into the kitchen, although if she was honest it kind of was. Spike rested his forehead on hers.

"Let somebody else get that," he whispered.

She pushed him back with a whimper at the loss of contact. "Sorry, baby. I really didn't bring you in here to ravish you."

"You didn't?" His brow was arched. He shook his head disbelievingly. "And what was that in there, then? Cos from where I was standing looked like my girl got a little green eyed when she saw I was gettin' the glad eye."

"I wasn't jealous," she lied, walking away from him over to the counter, which was laden with all sorts of food. "I'm not adverse to the idea of having some kinky fun, but let's make it later, though. Now, help me with the food and I'll make it worth your while later."

Spike came up behind her. "I hope you have plenty of knickers, love, cos tonight I'm going to rip them in half when I finally get my hands on you."

He was getting her all hot again. Sexy vampire. She turned around to face him, running her hands up and down his muscular forearms.

"Is that a promise?" she asked. She gave his crotch a squeeze. The bastard deserved it for his wandering hands earlier.

"Oi! That's not fair."

She smiled. "You might have to wait a while before you come back to the party."

"Bitch!" Despite the words there was no heat in his voice.

Buffy made sure to give him a good look at her ass as she went to leave.

"Hey, Buffy," he called.

"Yeah?" she said over her shoulder, her hand on the door knob.

"I might have got a little carried away. Your skirt is stuck in your knickers. You don't want to give the whole room an eyeful, do you?"

Buffy blushed and set about straightening out her skirt. Thank God Spike told her. She wondered if her hair was mussed or if her make-up was smudged. She caught her reflection in the mirror in the corner of the room and sighed in relief. She didn't look like she had been partaking in naughty fun.

"Don't know why you bother, love. They know what we're up to in here anyway."

"We're not up to anything. We had a few kisses and there may have been some groping, but that was all."

Spike chuckled at her "You're such an adorable prude, when you're not in the bedroom. Then, you're a ruddy minx."

Buffy decided she better get going before she gave into her lust and jumped him. "Behave," she ordered, wagging her finger before turning and leaving the room.

Buffy placed the tray of appetizers on the table in the centre of the room. She heard her name being called and she turned in the direction of voice. The voice belonged to Faith, who was standing talking to Willow and Xander.

Buffy made her way over. "Hi, Faith. I see you made it after all."

Her fellow Slayer grinned from ear to ear. "Hey, B. Where's Mr. Peroxide?"

"I left him chained in the kitchen, but he's probably snuck out back for a cigarette."

"You can't have chained him very well, if he's able to escape," Xander joked.

"Although, nobody wants chafed wrists during consensual kinky fun," Faith added.

Buffy rolled her eyes, "You're as bad as Spike for finding innuendo in almost everything."

"I hope you don't mind. I brought somebody along," Faith said.

Buffy shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, the more the merrier."

"Hi, Buffy." She jumped in surprise at the familiar voice.

"Angel!" Buffy's mouth opened in surprise as Angel walked into view.

He walked over and gave her a quick hug. "It's good to see you."

She looked up at him. "Wow! How've you been?"

"I'm good. You?"

"Great!"

"That's good." He nodded awkwardly, before looking over her shoulder. "Hi, Spike."

Buffy felt Spike come up behind her and wrap his arms around her. She leaned back against his chest, happily.

"Hullo, Peaches," Spike said.

"Don't call me that," Angel groused.

Buffy sighed. She really didn't want a night of bickering vampires and male posturing. She needed more alcohol.

The party was in full swing and Buffy was very drunk. She had been convinced her job as dutiful hostess meant she had to go dancing on the table. Spike had talked her down after taking a good look up her skirt. The advantage of having a vampire as a drinking partner she had found was that he would always be considerably less drunk than she and would save her from herself. The alcohol was making her head spin as well as making her incredibly horny. She had given up on her hostess duties for the time being. She was having too much of a good time sitting on Spike's lap in the armchair by the fire. Their lips were glued together in a passionate kiss, when there was a cough. The two looked up to see Angel shaking his head.

"You two should get a room!"

Spike gave Angel a two fingered salute.

"Want to join us?" Buffy was only half joking, as she climbed off Spike's lap and sat down on the side of the arm instead.

Angel looked taken aback by the prospect and unless Buffy was mistaken a little turned on. She knew that grimace from their ill-fated romance. That look he got when he really wanted to make love to her but knew he couldn't.

Spike must have read the signal as well. "Hold up, mate. She was only kidding."

No I'm not. Buffy licked her lips. She gulped, all the possibilities of such an encounter playing like a movie reel in her head.

Angel's lips quirked into a knowing smirk. "Why so shy, William? You've not always been so shy around me?"

Buffy's mouth dropped open. Did that mean what she thought it did? Spike narrowed his eyes at Angel.

"I'm getting another drink," he growled and got up from his seat.

Buffy left Angel standing there with a smirk on his face and walked over to Dawn.

"Did you hear that?" she hissed.

Her sister nodded, "They so had sex. If Spike wasn't undead, he'd have been blushing."

Buffy's eyes glazed over once more thinking about the two pale bodies writhing around her.

"Earth to Buffy." Dawn was putting her hand up and down in front of her face.

"Huh?"

"Wipe the drool off your face." Dawn rolled her eyes. "Why don't you ask them?"

"Ask them what?" Buffy tried to be coy but her sister was having none of it.

"You know what I mean. You, Spike, Angel."

Buffy shook her head, "Spike would freak out. He's never been good with sharing, and you know how many issues he has with Angel. Besides, I don't even know if they really did.."

"Well, you'll never know unless you ask," she pointed out. "Now, I want to concentrate on my own love-life, thank you."

Dawn left standing there with a vacant expression on her face.

Buffy went in search of her vampire and found him conversing with Clem.

"Hi, Clem." She smiled at the affable demon. "Are you having a good time?"

"Best New Year's bash I've been to in a while."

"That's good," Buffy said. "Can I steal Spike for a bit?"

"Sure, go ahead," said Clem, leaving the pair alone.

"What if I don't want to be stolen?" Spike asked.

"You always want to be stolen," Buffy argued.

"Depends on who's doing the stealin'."

"Spike," she said. "I want to know did you really have sex with Angel?"

Spike sighed. "It was a long time ago, pet. It was a once off. Dru and Darla were being right bitches at the time and we were both pissed off our heads."

Buffy starred at him, mouth open. "You and Angel, was it what was it like?" she asked.

Spike jerked away from her. "Why the sudden interest in Angel's goods?"

"Just wondering," she said. "Don't worry I'm much more interested in your goods than his."

He smiled at that. "You ought to be careful, sweetheart. You ever hear how curiosity killed the cat?"

She leaned over and breathed in his ear. "And information brought it back."

"That it did." He shook his head and chuckled.

The guests were starting to leave and Buffy was getting drunker and drunker. Spike wasn't far behind, although he had drunk considerably more than she had. She leaned her weight against him, she was feeling a little dizzy. Soon everyone had left except for Angel. Why wasn't he going? She wanted to have Spike all to herself. Although a very naughty thought hit her. Angel didn't need to go. She'd always wanted to have both vampires at the same time. It was a fantasy she had for years. She had kept it quiet, but now that she knew they'd had sex in the past, she was even more hot and bothered by the idea. It was unfair that they had been naked together and she never got to see it.

She leaned her head on Spike's shoulder. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"You can tell me anything, sweetheart," Spike said, running kisses up along her neck.

"Maybe I shouldn't. I don't think you'd like it."

He froze in his ministrations to her neck. "Wouldn't like what?" he asked warily.

"Well, I kind of have a fantasy about having two vampires in my bed at the same time."

"Well, that can stay in your head, cos I'm not going there again."

"Spike, remember that fantasy you told me about? You do this for me, I'll do that for you."

Spike bit her lip as if measuring the pros and cons. "Well, it all depends if Peaches is willing to play, but if he is, then I'm game. But this is just between the three of us, no telling tales to your friends."

Buffy squealed.

"Don't count your chickens, love."

He looked over at a snoring Angel in the armchair by the fire. "Wake up, Peaches. C'mere, will you?"

"Huh!" Angel jumped up suddenly. He tried to stifle a yawn and walked over the couple. "What?"

Spike put his arm around him, picked up a bow from the coffee table and popped it on Angel's head.

"How about it, Slayer? Here's your little pressie."

"Huh?" Angel looked perplexed.

"Drink, you're going to need it." Spike took a glass and poured Angel a decent sized glass of whiskey. "Egg nog might cut it for the Slayer, but I'm going to need to considerably more plastered."

"What's going on?" Angel asked.

"The Slayer reckons she wants to be the meat in a man sandwich," Spike explained.

Angel crinkled his forehead. "Really?"

Buffy nodded excitedly. "You, me and Spike-"

She stopped in mid-sentence. There was something niggling at her brain. There was something they needed to remember connected to Angel and sex. Her face fell as she remembered the curse.

Buffy turned to Spike. "What if he turns into Angelus again?"

Spike scoffed. "Don't think he can be truly happy if I'm involved, sweetheart."

He looked at Angel. "Besides, we can just stake him if he goes to the dark side. A stake or two would make things even kinkier."

Angel coughed. "There's no need to worry, Buffy. I don't feel like that about you anymore."

"Oh?" Buffy said. "That's good, I guess."

"So, what do you say, Liam?" Spike batted his eyelashes. "Will you shag us?"

Buffy held her breath, waiting for Angel's answer. Please, say yes.

"We can pay you," Buffy blurted out in desperation.

"Hang on, love. I'm not paying that ponce for anything."

"Don't worry, you won't need to," Angel said. "I'm game, but this is just between us, right?"

"I should think so," Spike said gruffly. "Don't want anyone to know, neither. And just so you know, Peaches. The only reason why I'm doing this is because I want to show Buffy exactly how little she missed out on." He paused for a moment and then added, "That, and I'm incredibly drunk."

"Me, too," Buffy said.

"Somehow, I don't think I'm drunk enough yet, though," Angel said.

"More drink?" Spike asked.

"Please," Buffy and Angel chorused.

Spike made his way to the drinks cabinet, while Buffy found three clean glasses. She handed them to Spike and he poured out a generous measure of brandy for all three of them. They each took a glass.

"Happy New Year," Buffy said.

They clinked their glasses together in a toast. Where to begin? Buffy wondered, When there were three people involved, who makes the first move?

To be continued...