This chapter is a heavy R rating for sex and language. Please be aware before reading.

Chapter 35

Mating

Buffy and Spike came slowly upon the mansion. Neither had spoken during their walk, both nervously anticipating what was to come. The mood of the town did nothing to help the tenseness they were feeling. As they moved through Sunnydale, they noticed an eery calmness settled upon the place. No creatures, dead or alive, moving around in the night. No chirps of nighttime crickets sounding in their ears. It was unusually silent.

Buffy gripped Spike's hand as they stared at the doors of the deserted building. The flickering of firelight could be seen through the window to the right, letting them know Angel was there and waiting for them. Buffy turned toward Spike and smiled. "Guess this is it."

He took both hands and looked deeply into her eyes. "Not too late to change your mind, luv."

She reached up to capture his lips. After a long, deep kiss, letting him know just how much she wanted him, she whispered, "Forever, remember?"

He nodded. "Forever."

Buffy pushed open the large door and pulled Spike inside with her. They found Angel standing by the roaring fireplace, waiting for their arrival. He walked to greet them and rested his eyes on the other vampire. "Glad to see you came to your senses. I wasn't sure you would."

Spike shrugged. "Yeah, well, you two can be bloody convincing."

The two men turned to watch Buffy who was slowly walking around the room. No natural lighting, the shadows from the fire danced off the walls and around the large space. Angel had positioned candles along the corners, adding their own shimmery glow and ambience. She stared down in the center to a huge, dark blanket spread out in front of the fireplace.

"I tried to make things nice. Place was a mess. Don't think anyone's been here for years." Angel said, gestering around the mansion.

"Thank you," Buffy answered, lowering herself to kneel on the blanket. She closed her eyes and let the heat from the fire wash over her.

"I'll be right back." Angel walked passed her and disappeared into another room quickly.

Spike discarded his duster, laying it on the back of a chair close to him, and walked toward Buffy. She held out her hand, inviting him to join her. He complied, easing himself down to sit beside her. "You're beautiful," he whispered as he watched the light dance upon her features.

"You keep saying things like that and we might not get to this ritual," she teased.

His hand reached up to caress her hair as his lips leaned in hungrily. Hers opened and allowed him access, enticing his tongue to trace hers.

Angel appeared in the doorway, clearing his throat to get their attention. He pushed the feeling of jealousy away, knowing the evening would get much worse before it was over. Two pairs of eyes rested on him.

He held out a glass to Buffy and a bottle to Spike. "Thought this might make things a little less...tense."

"Wine?" she asked.

"With a dash of something to relieve the jitters."

She gave a worried look.

"It's okay, Buffy. Just figured it would help. It'll be out of your system in a couple of hours."

She stared at the bubbling liquid. "You're sure?"

Angel moved to sit beside her and pushed the glass to her lips. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, Buffy. You know that."

She nodded and downed the drink entirely. Spike met Angel's glance and raised an eyebrow to the other man. A knowing look passed between them. Even though she was willing, they both knew she might not be entirely ready to experience true vampire mating without a little help. Something to allow her to let go of her inhibitions. Spike held up his bottle for a toast. Angel joined him as they too worked on finishing their drinks.

Buffy placed her empty glass beside her and looked between them "So what happens now?"

"I've gone over it. Every detail. I'll help you through it." Angel answered softly.

Her eyes widened. "You're gonna be here for the whole thing?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well...mating ritual...sex...me and Spike? You're gonna watch?!"

He smiled and sighed. He'd forgotten how naive she could be. "Not if you don't want me to."

It had honestly never crossed her mind that he would stay. Share his blood, say goodnight, and off he'd go. That's more of what she'd expected. She looked to Spike for an answer. "Woudn't that bother you?"

"Vampire ritual, pet. You keep forgetting we don't share the same morals as humans. But it's up to you, Buffy. Whatever you want."

She glanced between them again. "Alright, let's just start and see what happens, okay?"

With agreement all around, Angel reached over to grab a gold goblet from behind him on the floor. His other hand reached for a small, jewelled dagger. Buffy watched in amazement as he held the blade and sliced into the palm of his hand, squeezing the blood into the chalice. With a quarter of the cup full, he grabbed a nearby hankerchief to wrap his hand. He searched buffy's eyes as he handed her the offering.

She took it, staring deep into the red liquid.

"Drink it and take me into you. The blood of your mate's sire will lay claim to the knowledge that you are his. You will be of our line and therefore protected as such."

He nodded for her to drink. Buffy eyed the cup once more and then downed the substance quickly. The bitter taste slid past her tongue and down her throat. She held her breath, making sure it stayed down properly and then handed the goblet back to Angel.

Again he took the cup as he unwrapped his hand. The dagger reappeared and sliced through the same wound. Once there was enough, he handed it to Spike.

"Drink it and take me into you. The blood of your sire will lay claim to the knowledge that you have taken a mate. She will be of our line and therefore protected as such."

The blonde vampire greedily gulped the blood from the cup, savoring the taste of his sire after so long without it. When it was dry, the goblet was discarded.

Buffy closed her eyes as a rush of heat flowed through her. It felt like fire running through her veins. She began to feel lightheaded and decided to lay back until it passed. She steadied her breathing until she felt cool lips on hers. Opening her eyes, she found herself staring into the yellow gaze of Spike in full vampire visage, and gasped.

"Sorry, pet. Didn't think. Should have warned you."

"No, Spike. It's okay," she answered, reaching up to caress the ridges of his forehead. "Just wasn't expecting it. I don't mind."

"This is me, Buffy. Nothing hidden. This is what you want to spend the rest of your life with. I am a demon, luv. Can you live with that?"

Her fingers traced his features down his brow, over his sharp cheekbone, coming to rest on his lip. "You're beatiful no matter what face you wear."

Their mouths met again as he shifted his body to lay half on top of hers. He kissed her roughly, although careful not to let his sharpened teeth nick her lips. She was driving him mad, letting her tongue travel along the sharp ridges and then even more so when she rubbed up and down his sensitive fang.

He pulled away. "Easy, luv. Playin' with fire there."

She pulled him back in and repeated her actions, receiving a growl from the vamp. "You like that?"

"You keep doing it and I won't be responsible for what happens to you," he answered with a smile.

"Mmmm. Found a sensitive spot. Anything else I need to know? Any other little spots that need caressing?" The effects of the drugged wine were starting to kick in and Buffy was beginning to feel a little more unreserved. Her tongue reached out to lick his neck and she began to nibble with blunt teeth.

"I would think after the things we've done, pet, you'd know every inch of me by now," he answered, enjoying the feel of Buffy against him.

"I really only concentrated on certain inches of you, Spike," she said breathlessly in his ear as she slid her leg between his and began to rub. "Now I want to know the rest of you."

"Oh, Buffy... luv, you're so hot." He took her hand and lead it to the growing bulge in his jeans. "Feel how hard you make me?"

She licked her lips hungrily. "I wanna taste you. I wanna make you scream and growl. I love all the little noises you make when you come."

"Buffy..." he moaned as she began rubbing her hand against his erection.

"Um...hate to interrupt, but there's still a small thing that needs to be done first?"

Buffy and Spike both sighed as they turned their attention to Angel. In all the excitement of their foreplay, they'd both lost sight of what they were there for and the presence of the other vampire.

"Mmmm. Sorry, Angel. Got a little carried away," Buffy answered, still trying to stay attached to Spike's lips. As she finally pulled away, she leaned in and whispered, "I want you. I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fuck me, Spike." Her whole body was trembling, heat still pouring through her. Not sure if it was Angel's blood or the drink she'd had, but she felt like a bitch in heat and had the soaked through panties to prove it.

Angel moved in closer, trying to distract them. When he finally had their attention again, he gestured for Spike to sit up, receiving a distressed moan from Buffy as he did. Spike was having just as hard a time peeling himself away as the smell of her arousel overtook the room.

"Are you two always like this?" Angel asked, looking back and forth between them.

"Mm hum," they both answered, trying to move as close together as possible.

Their answer received a wide eyed response and a shake of the head as he reached around the side of the couch to retrieve another cup. "What now?" Spike asked.

"Just some herbs. Mixed with a little spell. You both have to drink this before the mating." He handed it over to Spike who sniffed the offending odor and scoffed at the cup.

"Bloody hell." He glanced at Buffy waiting patiently beside him. Lifting it, he guzzled half the concoction before handing it over, trying to control the horrified expression on his face.

Buffy took the potion and downed the rest, wiping her lips on her sleeve. The two men looked wonderously at her. "Hey, had to be better than blood, right?"

"Whatever you say, luv."

"Now, turn and face each other." Angel directed.

They did as told and Spike sat with his legs out as Buffy climbed onto his lap, wrapping hers around his waist.

Angel shook his head again. "Whatever works," he mumbled to himself. "Spike? Do you know this part?"

"Yeah, mate," the blonde answered quickly. Spike grabbed Buffy's attention with a kiss. He was surprised she hadn't protested to his features. He was still in game face and intended to stay until after the ritual was done. She sat inches away, intently staring into his gaze.

"Buffy, I've never known a woman like you. You're strong, both in mind and body. Strong enough to teach a monster to be a man. Now that you've let me in, I know you love deeply and wholeheartedly. I feel it when you look at me. I've seen your soul and I want to share it with you forever. Will you let me share your heart, your soul and your entire being?"

She rested her eyes upon him, trying to see through the tears blurring her vision. "Yes, Spike. I want to be with you forever. Will you take me? Make me yours?"

Spike stared in astonishment. She was actually going to give herself to him. In all the years he'd followed her around, loving and being unloved back, he never would have imagined a moment like this. He couldn't help but stare.

Angel watched on the sideline until he noticed Spike was frozen in the moment. He slowly reached up, pulling Buffy's hair to the side and bent her head gently in the other direction.

"Take her Spike. Make her yours."

Yellow eyes caught brown ones for a split second before Spike moved in, growling posessively as his fangs breeched the skin of Buffy's neck. She flinched at the feel of the intrusion, and then relaxed as he began to suckle the blood from her body. As he drank, his hands grabbed her from behind and he pulled her closer, grinding his throbbing erection against her center. She moaned into him and reached for the back of his neck, wrapping her fingers through the curled tips of his hair.

As he managed to come back to his surroundings, Spike withdrew, licking the excess blood from his lips. "You're mine, Buffy."

She stared, not sure of what to do. She turned her eyes toward Angel and noticed his demon was also at the forefront. In a quick movement, he grabbed Spike's head and leaned him away. Angel's face moved closer, stopped for a moment to look at Buffy, then closed in, sinking into Spike's neck. He speedily pulled out and lead her mouth to the wound. "Drink him and it'll be done."

Buffy latched on and sucked with all her might, pulling as much blood as she could before she felt queasy. Spike moaned under her, grabbing and pulling, begging her to take everything. She pulled away and stared into lustful eyes. She knew it was the most intense moment she'd ever experienced. Sweat poured from her and her body was throbbing with need. She felt arms from behind her on her shoulders, moving around her, fumbling with buttons as Spike's mouth overtook her own. She managed a glance down and realized Angel's hands were pulling her blouse down, exposing her naked skin and erect nipples. He held her around the waist as she leaned her head back against his body. Spike slowly made his way down, licking from her neck to her breasts.

His eyes finally looked up to meet hers. "Do you want Angel to go?"

"I don't... no...I don't care, Spike. I just need... make me come. Please, Spike. I'm so hot and I need you so much. I need you to make me come."

With her legs still wrapped around his waist, he quickly unbuttoned her jeans, fumbling with the zipper until he managed to back away and pull them off of her. Her sopping panties joined her jeans in the pile as she began trying to thrust against him.

"Mmmm, Buffy. You're so wet, luv. You smell so good. Do you want me to taste you?"

"God, yes! Please!" she demanded with growing need. He reached onto the couch and grabbed an oversized pillow, pushing it underneath her hips, giving him better access.

He grabbed her legs and pushed them wide, pushing his tongue inside her.

"Auugghh," she moaned, already trembling with the feeling of his tongue inside her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, when a hand pulled her head sideways and back. Angel reached down and thrust his lips onto hers, pleading access to her warm mouth. She opened up and let him in.

Spike quickened his movements as his tongue slid up and down, finally catching her clit and flicking it roughly back and forth. His eyes darted up to find Buffy and Angel engaged in a deeply intense kiss. Instead of feelings of jealousy, a wash of desire flooded through him. Seeing his mate with his sire was both exciting and erotic and he secretly wondered just how far Angel could go without unleashing Angelus. He wanted to give Buffy as much pleasure as she could handle. He sped up, licking and sucking her nub and then slid in to tongue her until he felt her begin to quiver and buck up toward him.

Buffy let go of Angel's lips as she ascended toward her orgasm. His hands reached out to tweak her nipples while Spike grabbed her legs to keep her from getting away from him. She began to shake with release and screamed out her lover's name as she collapsed.

Spike listened as she screamed for him. His name. Not Angel's. His. And he felt complete. He lapped up the remainder of her juices from his lips and climbed up her body to ravage her mouth. He had to be inside her. Now. He wanted to sink his fangs in as he pounded into her tight heat.

"I need you, Buffy. I want to fuck you, and drink you and make you beg for more."

"Please, Spike. I need it, too. I need to feel you. It's like I can't be close enough."

He kissed her deeply. "It's the claim, luv. I feel it too. Never felt anything like it before."

She turned her head slightly when she realized they were alone. "Where's Angel?"

"Don't know. Was too busy snogging you to notice." He smiled and then looked at her, pondering a thought. "Did you enjoy that?" His tongue reached out to lick her lip. "Kissing Angel while I fucked you with my tongue?"

"Did you mind?" she asked sheepishly.

"Doesn't matter, pet. Did 'you' enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"Good. And no, I didn't mind. You have to understand, vampires are different. As sire, Angel doesn't need permission, luv. I was surprised he even asked if you minded that he stayed. But you're mine, Buffy. I feel it in my gut. And he'll respect that, even considering the history."

"He doesn't need permission for what?"

"Well, for anything. Traditionally, it's his right to take my mate before I do."

"Really?"

"Yes. And I would have to watch while he did it. Glad he has that damned curse."

"Even if he didn't, he wouldn't."

"Don't know, luv, and don't want to think about it. I don't mind sharing as long as I'm involved. Don't think I could handle seeing him pleasure you without me." His eyes turned down away from her.

She was ready to change the subject and smiled seductively at him. "You have too many clothes on. I'm ready for the begging."

"Was just joking, pet. I'd never make you beg."

"Shut up and get naked so you can fuck me good and proper."

"I like it when you talk dirty," he teased.

She reached up and nipped at his lip. "Human nature calls, but when I get back, I expect full naked Spike, got it?"

"Loud and clear, pet."