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Chapter 36A
Bonding
She'd been gone for less than a minute when Spike felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach. A gnawing feeling that something was wrong. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it into the corner. His socks and boots followed as he eagerly undressed. His hand made its way to the buttons of his jeans as a sense of nausea passed through him. He eased his way onto the couch when his head began to swim. Closing his eyes, trying to steady the spinning room, he felt a presence.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked.
Spike looked up at the other man who was standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets, staring at him intently. "Came over a bit queasy's all."
Angel nodded and turned his eyes toward the fire. A long moment of silence passed between them before he spoke again. "I'm sorry."
Brown eyes met blue ones. "For what?"
"For the kiss. It just felt.....right. Seeing you like that, I couldn't help it." His gaze traveled back to the comfort of the fire. "I wanted her so badly."
"I know."
"That doesn't bother you?" he asked, turning his attention back to the blonde.
"Bloody hell, Angel. You're cursed, not dead." A knowing looked passed between them. "Okay, technically..... But you're still a man for Christ sake. I'd be calling you a ponce if I didn't think you'd get a hard on for her. Anyway, figured you'd left to go toss off somewhere."
"It's hard, being here. Seeing the two of you," Angel said, ignoring Spike's comment and trying not to look too guilty.
"No one said you had to stay, mate."
"I wanted to. I needed to see it done. I love Buffy, I'll never deny that.... and I think I was looking for the closure I needed to let her go."
"Did you find it?"
"I know she's happy. That's good enough."
"Well then why don't you toddle off and let us have a proper shag, would ya?" Spike asked, motioning him toward the door.
Angel glared. "Could you be any more obnoxious?"
"That's for the slayer's ears only, peaches. Now if you don't mind...." He stood, fighting the nauseous feeling still churning in his stomach, and returned his attention to removing the last of his clothes.
"Actually, there was something else I needed to talk to you about."
Standing naked with no hint of embarrassment, Spike made his way to his duster to fish a much-needed cigarette out of his pocket. As he flicked open the Zippo, he noticed Angel's gaze on him.
"Are you just gonna stand there gaping?"
Angel frowned but remained silent.
"What is it then?"
"I want things to be the way they used to be."
"And how's that?" Spike asked, lighting the cigarette he'd been holding between his teeth.
"I want to reclaim you."
He took a deep inhale of smoke into his lungs and blew it out slowly, giving Angel a look that read insanity.
"Don't you miss it?" Angel asked.
"What's there to miss?"
"The bond."
"I'll have it with Buffy."
"It's not the same thing. You know the bond between sire and childe is nothing like taking a mate."
"A mate is forever. A sire... well, can up and leave anytime he likes. Isn't that right?" He finished off the rest and threw the butt away.
"I know you hate me for that, but I'm here now and I want us to have what we lost. I watched your back, you watched mine, remember?"
"Was a long time ago, Angel. Things were different then. We were different."
"We don't change. Not us, not demons. Remember that, Spike? I seem to recall someone trying to convince me of just that."
"Yeah, well. That someone also wanted to kill the slayer.... I can admit when I'm wrong."
"You weren't wrong. Things around us change and we acclimate ourselves to our surroundings. That's how it's always been. But the demon inside... the demon knows its blood. Family blood. That doesn't change."
"You haven't been family for a long time. A hundred years give or take, that about right?"
Angel moved in, closing the distance between them. "I know you feel it. The same way I do. Give in to it, Spike. You need me."
"I'm standing here stark naked and you're asking me to give in. What, you gonna jump me right here? Right now?" he asked sarcastically.
"If that's the way it has to be."
"By force then is it? That's mighty Angelus of you."
"I never would have asked back then. I took you when I wanted you."
"I remember."
"Well here's the difference. Now I'm asking. I'm asking you to do this. Let me re-establish the bond we had. It can only help both of us."
Spike sighed, shaking his head. "Bloody impossible situation." His eyes met the hopeful ones of his sire. "Buffy would never go for it. She wouldn't understand."
"Don't be too sure. You're talking about a slayer who just mated with a demon. She's seen worse. Besides, we've still got a couple hours of happy Buffy before it wears off. She might surprise you."
"If she freaks, I'm blaming you."
Angel smiled in the realization that Spike had agreed without saying it.
"That's if I can suss out this queasiness. Came on quick whatever it is."
Angel answered him casually. "It's the claim. Buffy left, you felt sick. It'll get better."
As if on cue, the sickness began to subside and was replaced with the familiar tingling he associated with Buffy. He turned around and saw her walking toward him.
Buffy gave an inquisitive look as she eyed a very naked Spike and a very clothed Angel standing in front of him. She shrugged and slid next to the blonde vampire whose gaze hadn't left her. "That was weird."
"What, pet?"
"Well, I was in the bathroom trying my hardest not to heave everything in my stomach. I figured it was the drink, or the blood. Now I feel fine. As soon as I saw you..."
"The feeling went away."
"Yeah."
"And now you can't think of anything other than throwing me down and fucking me raw?"
She pondered him with lust filled eyes. "That about covers it."
He grabbed her hand, pulling her over to the blanket. "I had the same feeling, luv. Came over sick soon as you left. Now...." His eyes traveled down the length of her body. "I've never wanted to be inside you so bad."
"I need to feel you, Spike. I need you touching me, feeling me.... tasting me."
He pulled her to him, plunging his lips to hers, winding his fingers through her long blonde hair. Without realizing it, they were on the floor, his body beneath hers, kneading and caressing every available body part between them. She caught Angel staring intently at them and felt an odd sensation. Maybe it was the drug, but she liked the idea of him watching. It felt erotic and sexy, almost taboo. If he were intent on staying, she'd at least make sure he got a good show.
Buffy sat up on her knees to straddle his body as Spike grabbed her hips with both hands, guiding her over top of his cock. He released one hand from her to wrap it around his length. He pushed his slick head against her most sensitive spot, rubbing against the swollen nub, warranting a gasp and moan from both of them.
"I can't wait, luv. I need you." He stopped the teasing and pushed into her, her wetness allowing him to slide all the way in.
Buffy squeezed the muscles she knew he liked and began to raise slowly, milking him as she went. He pulled her back down and grabbed her hips again, stopping all movement.
"Stop, luv. Don't move or I'm gonna come." He shifted positions so he could sit up with her in his lap. His lips grabbed hers and hungrily latched on.
She stopped and stared into the human-like eyes gazing back at her wondering when he'd returned to his human visage. "I had no idea."
He looked at her questioningly.
"I had no idea I could feel any deeper than I already did. I want to stay like this forever."
"It's like a craving. I can't get enough of you," he agreed.
His eyes flickered yellow and a low growl eased its way out. She placed her hands on the back of his neck and leaned back, exposing her throat. "I know what you want. I feel it."
Buffy watched as his features shifted. She felt the heat in her body center around the area where he was still buried deep within her. The growl grew louder, turning to one of animal possessiveness. She closed her eyes when she felt the prick of his fangs barely entering her. She moaned loudly, flexing her muscles tightly around the throbbing hardness inside her body.
The feeling made Spike's demon loose all sense of his surroundings. He pushed Buffy back roughly against the floor and pierced deep into the vein he knew would taste like ambrosia. Her blood began to pour over his tongue, and he heard her voice rising as she began thrusting against him. Her arms grabbed at him to pull his body as far inside as he could go.
"Oh, god, Spike. So good.... you feel so good. Fuck me harder..... I need you to..... oh, yeah, just like that..... I'm gonna......"
He pounded into her, feeling the tight clench and release of her muscles as she began to convulse around him. His body tensed and he pushed his hips as tight as he could against her to allow the deepest penetration as he came. He felt the sting as her nails sunk into his ass, pulling him closer as her back arched causing her head to fall further back. He regained the hold on her neck, still sucking, not wanting to let go of the incredible feeling.
He felt her heartbeat slowing as the effect of her orgasm began to wear off and her breathing started to return to normal. He forced the demon back, pulling from her neck as fangs retreated into hiding and ridges disappeared into smooth skin. Spike closed his eyes and rolled off onto his back, resting his arms under his head, relishing in the moment. Buffy snuggled next to him, running lazy circles with her fingertips on his chest.
Buffy glanced around, realizing once again that Angel had disappeared. 'Maybe we should get him a bell like Xander had suggested years ago,' she thought silently. She snickered at her private joke and turned her attention back to the vampire beside her.
"Why didn't we do that before?"
"What, luv?"
"The whole biting thing. God, I felt like I was gonna explode."
"Well, pet, you would have been vacuuming up my remains if I'd tried that before."
She sighed as her lip rolled into a pout. "Yeah, I guess. But didn't you ever think about it?"
"Every bloody time, slayer."
She leaned in further to look up at him. "But you never tried."
"Like I said, I kind of like all my parts intact."
She rolled over, mimicking his position, lying on her back. "Mmmm.... I'd forgotten how erotic it was."
His eyebrow raised with genuine curiosity and a hint of jealousy. "Do tell, luv."
"No, you definitely don't want to know. I shouldn't have said anything."
"Too late," he insisted, rolling over on his side with his head raised on his elbow. "It's not like I'm completely daft." His finger brushed up to rub the old scar on her neck. "I know I'm not the first to taste you."
"And I'm sure you know who was."
"Assumed."
"It wasn't what you're thinking. Angel was dying. My blood was the only thing that could save him."
"How bloody hospitable of you, slayer."
"It was the right thing to do. The only thing I could do."
"Always the hero. But you got off on it, didn't you? Let him have a little taste..." He nuzzled closer, nipping her neck with blunt teeth. "I bet he was hard... yeah, bet he was so bloody hard he was dying to bury that cock inside you while he sunk his teeth in."
"It wasn't like that," she whispered breathlessly.
"Yes it was. Always is."
His hand slowly traveled down the length of her body, a fresh scent of arousal invading his nostrils. She tensed as he rubbed her painfully slow and then dipped a finger into her wetness. "I can imagine you squirmin' under him, wanting it all even if he couldn't give it to you. Did you come, slayer?" His finger stroked in and out, curving each time to rub the spot he'd grown to know she loved.
"Mmmmm..."
"You did, didn't you? There's nothing like the first time a vamp gets a hold of you. I bet you came harder than you ever had."
Her eyes closed tightly as the sensation began to build. The deep almost hypnotic sound of his voice was bringing her to the edge as his finger moved just right.
"Because there's nothing like the feeling of a vampire with its fangs buried deep inside your jugular. Always something sexual about it. Even during a kill, the smell of release made the draining that much better. They couldn't help it. And it always made me hard. You think it was any different for him?"
She began to pant, soft whimpers escaping her lips.
"Difference is, luv, he was the first one to taste you, but I'll always be the last."
Her body began to shudder as he let his fangs rip into the skin he'd been rubbing earlier. His finger sped as her orgasm ripped through her, knowing he was claiming what was his by leaving his mark over the one Angel had put there years ago. He didn't suck, the purpose only to mark her, claim her, make her his. When her body stilled, he pulled out and kissed her lips.
"Dracula bit me, too."
He rolled his eyes, an expression of exasperation evident in his gaze.
"Bloody hell, slayer."
"Sorry," she joked as an afterthought. "But that one doesn't count. He had magic or something. I couldn't help it."
"Thrall."
"What?"
"Thrall. Dracula uses gypsy parlor tricks. Anyone can do it. Not so special."
She eyed him suspiciously. "You sound jealous."
"Never did like the poncy bugger."
"You 'are' jealous!" she said, grinning ear to ear.
"What of it? Anyway, he welches on his bets. Never trust a bloke who cheats."
She looked accusingly at him. "Coming from a right, upstanding citizen such as yourself."
"Damn right, slayer. It's not cheating unless you get caught." He smiled at the game between them until he noticed Angel reappear in the doorway. He focused his attention back to Buffy and sat up, pulling her with him.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, luv. I just need to talk to you about something."
"Anything, Spike."
"Well, you know a little about sire and childe relationships, right?"
"Not really. Only what your brain decided to show me on our little trip."
"Okay... well, that's part of it."
"Seemed like a big part if you ask me."
He looked down, rubbing her hands gently with his own.
"Would that bother you?"
Her eyes widened in amazement. "Oh my god!"
"What!?"
"You wanna have sex with Angel!"
"What!? No! Well..... Not really."
"Not really?"
He sighed, not sure of how to explain it. Angel came to the rescue, finally joining them in the room.
"I've asked Spike to reaffirm the bond between us."
She looked back and forth between the two men. "Which means?"
"I want to reclaim him."
She tilted her head in confusion, not unlike a gesture Spike would usually make. "And he would do this why?"
Angel shrugged. "Because I asked him to."
She looked at Spike who was still sitting quietly beside her. "And you always do what Angel asks," she pointed out with a large hint of sarcasm.
"If you don't want me to..."
"No. This is between the two of you. Your choice. I suppose there is some kind of sex involved though?"
Spike's eyes found his sire's. "A bit. Yeah."
"And the curse?" she asked, directing her attention toward Angel.
"Not an issue. Not really a perfect happiness kind of moment."
"I don't know. Have you had sex with Spike lately? Cuz perfect happiness? Comes pretty damned close if you ask me."
"Not exactly the same thing, Buffy." Angel answered, a hint of the green- eyed monster present.
"Okay, I just have one more question." Both men braced for the bombshell. "Do I get to watch?"
Spike's mouth dropped in astonishment.
"Just kidding," she teased. "Well, not really. Do I?"
Spike looked up at the other vampire. "What did you give her!?"
Buffy playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "It's not that. Okay, maybe just a little bit, but gees, the thought of you and Angel... that's kinda hot."
"I'll show you hot, slayer." Spike moved in, grabbing Buffy by the arms and pulled her in for a deep kiss.
"Mmmm."
"I know what you like," he whispered tenderly in her ear. "What gets you hot."
His hands danced down the skin of her arms, raising the flesh into a mound of goose bumps. He leaned in and let his tongue wander from behind her ear and down the side of her neck as he pushed her back onto the blanket again.
"Everything you do gets me hot, Spike."
"I seem to recall that, yeah," he answered smugly smiling in her direction. He kissed her again and then took her hand as he caught Angel undressing out of the corner of his eye. He decided to distract Buffy the best way he knew how.
"Come over to the couch, luv. More comfortable there."
He walked her toward the sofa and softly pushed her onto it. She sat watching as he knelt down grabbing her and pulling her to the edge of the seat, urging her to wrap her legs around him. He took his hardened cock in his hand and stroked it firmly a couple of times before sliding up next to Buffy. She closed her eyes as she felt him enter her, pushing in an inch at a time slowly.
"You like that, luv?"
"Mmmm. God yes. You're so hard, so good."
"Always for you, Buffy."
He took his time, relishing in the sound of the small gasps and sighs that left her body each time he pulled out, only to push in a little farther the next time. They were both lost in each other, not noticing when Angel moved to kneel down behind Spike. The other vampire felt a breath on his neck and opened his eyes, gazing into the yellow ones of Angel's demon.
"It's been a long time, William," he whispered softly into his ear.
Spike nodded and looked down at Buffy, now watching the two vampires with fascination. He began to speed his thrusts until Angel placed his hands on Spike's hips, slowing him down.
"You want me to take you now? While you're buried deep inside her? I can fuck you while you pound into your mate?"
Spike began to breath, a chill running down his spine as he heard the sure and dominating voice, not of Angel, but of Angelus.
Angel leaned in again, softly so Buffy couldn't hear. "Just like old times. Fucking you so hard, so deep, while you drained an unknowing victim. Then we'd go home to the girls and do it all over again." Angel's hands glided over the blonde's cheeks, spreading slightly as Spike felt a stiff erection press against him. "I bet you've missed it as much as I have. Has anyone else been here since me?"
Spike shook his head as an acknowledgement that his sire was the only one to ever breech him in that way.
"Good boy."
A hand grabbed his head and he felt the sharpness of Angel's teeth rubbing against his neck. He could almost imagine he'd stepped back in time. The actions and words of the other vampire were so much like the sire he'd known before the soul changed him forever. He realized he'd all but stopped his actions and tried to concentrate on Buffy, who was thrusting forward for more contact.
His back arched and his muscles tightened as he felt Angel penetrate him. Dry. Had to be dry the first time. He thought back to another time and place. A time when the demon world was new and confusing. A time when Angelus had entered him much the same way to show his dominance and rights as sire. William had cried then. Newly turned and bred by high society standards beforehand, a proper gentleman was not fucked in the ass in any way, shape or form.
He'd begged. Pleaded for it to be over. His cries had only caused Angelus to push harder, deeper, tearing and ripping at the virgin tissue until the smell of blood overpowered them both. Only as he felt the other man pull out, leaving a gush of mixed liquid, blood and come to ooze slowly from his channel, did Angelus bend down to kiss him softly. "You're mine, William. Always." Those powerful words that caused anger, fear, and a sense of belonging all at the same time. The words he still remembered one- hundred and twenty three years later.
It was then that he'd sworn never to let Angelus see him cry. It was then that a bit of William slipped away and Spike began to be born. It would take years of pain and sometimes-learned pleasure at his sire's hands before he'd gained the courage to stand up to him. When he finally did, William was gone. Spike had emerged just in time for Angelus to disappear.
He washed the memories away as he felt Angel slip past the tight outer ring, causing a gasp to escape his lips. He briefly met Buffy's eyes and saw the look of amazement and lust behind them. He sucked in his cheeks, closed his eyes and tried to relax as the familiar feeling came back to him. A century later and he could still remember the feel of his sire's cock inside him.
Spike's demon emerged as he felt the pain of torn flesh. Unlike the first time, Angel was easing in slow, small thrusts, trying to keep the discomfort to a minimum. The blood was present, had to be for the claiming, but this time the older vampire wasn't reveling in the pain of his childe. Only the bond that would come from the joining. Things had changed. Spike was no longer a fledgling Angel had to scare into submission. They held equal ground and mutual respect for the experiences they'd both endured.
Angel growled forcefully as he buried himself into his childe. As Spike's blood coated the dry passage, he began to slide in easier, able to push inside deeply. He pulled out, receiving a moan from the younger vampire, only to hear another when he slid back in.
His motion increased in speed, pulling the other man's hips toward him to allow better access each time he thrust. Spike had begun moving inside Buffy again and Angel tried to imagine the sensations the other man was feeling. Fucking and being fucked. He was mesmerized by the whimpers coming from both Buffy and Spike as the pressure grew to allow release.
"Did you miss this, Spike? Did you miss being fucked?"
A strangled cry sounded from the blonde, lost deep in pleasure.
"I can tell you did. That tight little ass opening up just for me. No one else will ever know how good you feel. "You're mine, William. Always."
Fangs buried deep into his throat, sending Spike over the edge. He came hard, feeling Buffy begin to squeeze and flex around him as her own orgasm took hold. He felt the sucking reflex as Angel began to feed from him and felt his ass being filled by the other man's release. Only one thing was missing. One thing he needed. Grabbing his sire's wrist, he pulled it to his mouth and bit down deeply, swallowing the essence that flowed freely down his throat.
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Tired and sated, three bodies lounged comfortably on the blanket in the middle of the floor.
"Mmmm... I was right," Buffy stated after a few moments of silence.
"About?" Spike asked.
"You and Angel. That was very hot."
A smirk appeared on his lips. "Burn it to memory, slayer. Once a century's enough for me."
Angel raised an eyebrow in question but remained silent.
Buffy giggled and sat up. "As much as I would love to stay here forever, we should start heading back. We have a lot to do and not much time to do it in."
"You have something in mind?" Angel asked.
Buffy glanced at him remembering he wasn't there earlier when she'd made the announcement of the attack. "Not much of a plan really. I figure we'll just go in and kick ass."
"Works for me," he answered casually
"A little ass kicking is always good," Spike chimed in, standing to take Buffy's hand.
"Let's get to it then."
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Chapter 36A
Bonding
She'd been gone for less than a minute when Spike felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach. A gnawing feeling that something was wrong. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it into the corner. His socks and boots followed as he eagerly undressed. His hand made its way to the buttons of his jeans as a sense of nausea passed through him. He eased his way onto the couch when his head began to swim. Closing his eyes, trying to steady the spinning room, he felt a presence.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked.
Spike looked up at the other man who was standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets, staring at him intently. "Came over a bit queasy's all."
Angel nodded and turned his eyes toward the fire. A long moment of silence passed between them before he spoke again. "I'm sorry."
Brown eyes met blue ones. "For what?"
"For the kiss. It just felt.....right. Seeing you like that, I couldn't help it." His gaze traveled back to the comfort of the fire. "I wanted her so badly."
"I know."
"That doesn't bother you?" he asked, turning his attention back to the blonde.
"Bloody hell, Angel. You're cursed, not dead." A knowing looked passed between them. "Okay, technically..... But you're still a man for Christ sake. I'd be calling you a ponce if I didn't think you'd get a hard on for her. Anyway, figured you'd left to go toss off somewhere."
"It's hard, being here. Seeing the two of you," Angel said, ignoring Spike's comment and trying not to look too guilty.
"No one said you had to stay, mate."
"I wanted to. I needed to see it done. I love Buffy, I'll never deny that.... and I think I was looking for the closure I needed to let her go."
"Did you find it?"
"I know she's happy. That's good enough."
"Well then why don't you toddle off and let us have a proper shag, would ya?" Spike asked, motioning him toward the door.
Angel glared. "Could you be any more obnoxious?"
"That's for the slayer's ears only, peaches. Now if you don't mind...." He stood, fighting the nauseous feeling still churning in his stomach, and returned his attention to removing the last of his clothes.
"Actually, there was something else I needed to talk to you about."
Standing naked with no hint of embarrassment, Spike made his way to his duster to fish a much-needed cigarette out of his pocket. As he flicked open the Zippo, he noticed Angel's gaze on him.
"Are you just gonna stand there gaping?"
Angel frowned but remained silent.
"What is it then?"
"I want things to be the way they used to be."
"And how's that?" Spike asked, lighting the cigarette he'd been holding between his teeth.
"I want to reclaim you."
He took a deep inhale of smoke into his lungs and blew it out slowly, giving Angel a look that read insanity.
"Don't you miss it?" Angel asked.
"What's there to miss?"
"The bond."
"I'll have it with Buffy."
"It's not the same thing. You know the bond between sire and childe is nothing like taking a mate."
"A mate is forever. A sire... well, can up and leave anytime he likes. Isn't that right?" He finished off the rest and threw the butt away.
"I know you hate me for that, but I'm here now and I want us to have what we lost. I watched your back, you watched mine, remember?"
"Was a long time ago, Angel. Things were different then. We were different."
"We don't change. Not us, not demons. Remember that, Spike? I seem to recall someone trying to convince me of just that."
"Yeah, well. That someone also wanted to kill the slayer.... I can admit when I'm wrong."
"You weren't wrong. Things around us change and we acclimate ourselves to our surroundings. That's how it's always been. But the demon inside... the demon knows its blood. Family blood. That doesn't change."
"You haven't been family for a long time. A hundred years give or take, that about right?"
Angel moved in, closing the distance between them. "I know you feel it. The same way I do. Give in to it, Spike. You need me."
"I'm standing here stark naked and you're asking me to give in. What, you gonna jump me right here? Right now?" he asked sarcastically.
"If that's the way it has to be."
"By force then is it? That's mighty Angelus of you."
"I never would have asked back then. I took you when I wanted you."
"I remember."
"Well here's the difference. Now I'm asking. I'm asking you to do this. Let me re-establish the bond we had. It can only help both of us."
Spike sighed, shaking his head. "Bloody impossible situation." His eyes met the hopeful ones of his sire. "Buffy would never go for it. She wouldn't understand."
"Don't be too sure. You're talking about a slayer who just mated with a demon. She's seen worse. Besides, we've still got a couple hours of happy Buffy before it wears off. She might surprise you."
"If she freaks, I'm blaming you."
Angel smiled in the realization that Spike had agreed without saying it.
"That's if I can suss out this queasiness. Came on quick whatever it is."
Angel answered him casually. "It's the claim. Buffy left, you felt sick. It'll get better."
As if on cue, the sickness began to subside and was replaced with the familiar tingling he associated with Buffy. He turned around and saw her walking toward him.
Buffy gave an inquisitive look as she eyed a very naked Spike and a very clothed Angel standing in front of him. She shrugged and slid next to the blonde vampire whose gaze hadn't left her. "That was weird."
"What, pet?"
"Well, I was in the bathroom trying my hardest not to heave everything in my stomach. I figured it was the drink, or the blood. Now I feel fine. As soon as I saw you..."
"The feeling went away."
"Yeah."
"And now you can't think of anything other than throwing me down and fucking me raw?"
She pondered him with lust filled eyes. "That about covers it."
He grabbed her hand, pulling her over to the blanket. "I had the same feeling, luv. Came over sick soon as you left. Now...." His eyes traveled down the length of her body. "I've never wanted to be inside you so bad."
"I need to feel you, Spike. I need you touching me, feeling me.... tasting me."
He pulled her to him, plunging his lips to hers, winding his fingers through her long blonde hair. Without realizing it, they were on the floor, his body beneath hers, kneading and caressing every available body part between them. She caught Angel staring intently at them and felt an odd sensation. Maybe it was the drug, but she liked the idea of him watching. It felt erotic and sexy, almost taboo. If he were intent on staying, she'd at least make sure he got a good show.
Buffy sat up on her knees to straddle his body as Spike grabbed her hips with both hands, guiding her over top of his cock. He released one hand from her to wrap it around his length. He pushed his slick head against her most sensitive spot, rubbing against the swollen nub, warranting a gasp and moan from both of them.
"I can't wait, luv. I need you." He stopped the teasing and pushed into her, her wetness allowing him to slide all the way in.
Buffy squeezed the muscles she knew he liked and began to raise slowly, milking him as she went. He pulled her back down and grabbed her hips again, stopping all movement.
"Stop, luv. Don't move or I'm gonna come." He shifted positions so he could sit up with her in his lap. His lips grabbed hers and hungrily latched on.
She stopped and stared into the human-like eyes gazing back at her wondering when he'd returned to his human visage. "I had no idea."
He looked at her questioningly.
"I had no idea I could feel any deeper than I already did. I want to stay like this forever."
"It's like a craving. I can't get enough of you," he agreed.
His eyes flickered yellow and a low growl eased its way out. She placed her hands on the back of his neck and leaned back, exposing her throat. "I know what you want. I feel it."
Buffy watched as his features shifted. She felt the heat in her body center around the area where he was still buried deep within her. The growl grew louder, turning to one of animal possessiveness. She closed her eyes when she felt the prick of his fangs barely entering her. She moaned loudly, flexing her muscles tightly around the throbbing hardness inside her body.
The feeling made Spike's demon loose all sense of his surroundings. He pushed Buffy back roughly against the floor and pierced deep into the vein he knew would taste like ambrosia. Her blood began to pour over his tongue, and he heard her voice rising as she began thrusting against him. Her arms grabbed at him to pull his body as far inside as he could go.
"Oh, god, Spike. So good.... you feel so good. Fuck me harder..... I need you to..... oh, yeah, just like that..... I'm gonna......"
He pounded into her, feeling the tight clench and release of her muscles as she began to convulse around him. His body tensed and he pushed his hips as tight as he could against her to allow the deepest penetration as he came. He felt the sting as her nails sunk into his ass, pulling him closer as her back arched causing her head to fall further back. He regained the hold on her neck, still sucking, not wanting to let go of the incredible feeling.
He felt her heartbeat slowing as the effect of her orgasm began to wear off and her breathing started to return to normal. He forced the demon back, pulling from her neck as fangs retreated into hiding and ridges disappeared into smooth skin. Spike closed his eyes and rolled off onto his back, resting his arms under his head, relishing in the moment. Buffy snuggled next to him, running lazy circles with her fingertips on his chest.
Buffy glanced around, realizing once again that Angel had disappeared. 'Maybe we should get him a bell like Xander had suggested years ago,' she thought silently. She snickered at her private joke and turned her attention back to the vampire beside her.
"Why didn't we do that before?"
"What, luv?"
"The whole biting thing. God, I felt like I was gonna explode."
"Well, pet, you would have been vacuuming up my remains if I'd tried that before."
She sighed as her lip rolled into a pout. "Yeah, I guess. But didn't you ever think about it?"
"Every bloody time, slayer."
She leaned in further to look up at him. "But you never tried."
"Like I said, I kind of like all my parts intact."
She rolled over, mimicking his position, lying on her back. "Mmmm.... I'd forgotten how erotic it was."
His eyebrow raised with genuine curiosity and a hint of jealousy. "Do tell, luv."
"No, you definitely don't want to know. I shouldn't have said anything."
"Too late," he insisted, rolling over on his side with his head raised on his elbow. "It's not like I'm completely daft." His finger brushed up to rub the old scar on her neck. "I know I'm not the first to taste you."
"And I'm sure you know who was."
"Assumed."
"It wasn't what you're thinking. Angel was dying. My blood was the only thing that could save him."
"How bloody hospitable of you, slayer."
"It was the right thing to do. The only thing I could do."
"Always the hero. But you got off on it, didn't you? Let him have a little taste..." He nuzzled closer, nipping her neck with blunt teeth. "I bet he was hard... yeah, bet he was so bloody hard he was dying to bury that cock inside you while he sunk his teeth in."
"It wasn't like that," she whispered breathlessly.
"Yes it was. Always is."
His hand slowly traveled down the length of her body, a fresh scent of arousal invading his nostrils. She tensed as he rubbed her painfully slow and then dipped a finger into her wetness. "I can imagine you squirmin' under him, wanting it all even if he couldn't give it to you. Did you come, slayer?" His finger stroked in and out, curving each time to rub the spot he'd grown to know she loved.
"Mmmmm..."
"You did, didn't you? There's nothing like the first time a vamp gets a hold of you. I bet you came harder than you ever had."
Her eyes closed tightly as the sensation began to build. The deep almost hypnotic sound of his voice was bringing her to the edge as his finger moved just right.
"Because there's nothing like the feeling of a vampire with its fangs buried deep inside your jugular. Always something sexual about it. Even during a kill, the smell of release made the draining that much better. They couldn't help it. And it always made me hard. You think it was any different for him?"
She began to pant, soft whimpers escaping her lips.
"Difference is, luv, he was the first one to taste you, but I'll always be the last."
Her body began to shudder as he let his fangs rip into the skin he'd been rubbing earlier. His finger sped as her orgasm ripped through her, knowing he was claiming what was his by leaving his mark over the one Angel had put there years ago. He didn't suck, the purpose only to mark her, claim her, make her his. When her body stilled, he pulled out and kissed her lips.
"Dracula bit me, too."
He rolled his eyes, an expression of exasperation evident in his gaze.
"Bloody hell, slayer."
"Sorry," she joked as an afterthought. "But that one doesn't count. He had magic or something. I couldn't help it."
"Thrall."
"What?"
"Thrall. Dracula uses gypsy parlor tricks. Anyone can do it. Not so special."
She eyed him suspiciously. "You sound jealous."
"Never did like the poncy bugger."
"You 'are' jealous!" she said, grinning ear to ear.
"What of it? Anyway, he welches on his bets. Never trust a bloke who cheats."
She looked accusingly at him. "Coming from a right, upstanding citizen such as yourself."
"Damn right, slayer. It's not cheating unless you get caught." He smiled at the game between them until he noticed Angel reappear in the doorway. He focused his attention back to Buffy and sat up, pulling her with him.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, luv. I just need to talk to you about something."
"Anything, Spike."
"Well, you know a little about sire and childe relationships, right?"
"Not really. Only what your brain decided to show me on our little trip."
"Okay... well, that's part of it."
"Seemed like a big part if you ask me."
He looked down, rubbing her hands gently with his own.
"Would that bother you?"
Her eyes widened in amazement. "Oh my god!"
"What!?"
"You wanna have sex with Angel!"
"What!? No! Well..... Not really."
"Not really?"
He sighed, not sure of how to explain it. Angel came to the rescue, finally joining them in the room.
"I've asked Spike to reaffirm the bond between us."
She looked back and forth between the two men. "Which means?"
"I want to reclaim him."
She tilted her head in confusion, not unlike a gesture Spike would usually make. "And he would do this why?"
Angel shrugged. "Because I asked him to."
She looked at Spike who was still sitting quietly beside her. "And you always do what Angel asks," she pointed out with a large hint of sarcasm.
"If you don't want me to..."
"No. This is between the two of you. Your choice. I suppose there is some kind of sex involved though?"
Spike's eyes found his sire's. "A bit. Yeah."
"And the curse?" she asked, directing her attention toward Angel.
"Not an issue. Not really a perfect happiness kind of moment."
"I don't know. Have you had sex with Spike lately? Cuz perfect happiness? Comes pretty damned close if you ask me."
"Not exactly the same thing, Buffy." Angel answered, a hint of the green- eyed monster present.
"Okay, I just have one more question." Both men braced for the bombshell. "Do I get to watch?"
Spike's mouth dropped in astonishment.
"Just kidding," she teased. "Well, not really. Do I?"
Spike looked up at the other vampire. "What did you give her!?"
Buffy playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "It's not that. Okay, maybe just a little bit, but gees, the thought of you and Angel... that's kinda hot."
"I'll show you hot, slayer." Spike moved in, grabbing Buffy by the arms and pulled her in for a deep kiss.
"Mmmm."
"I know what you like," he whispered tenderly in her ear. "What gets you hot."
His hands danced down the skin of her arms, raising the flesh into a mound of goose bumps. He leaned in and let his tongue wander from behind her ear and down the side of her neck as he pushed her back onto the blanket again.
"Everything you do gets me hot, Spike."
"I seem to recall that, yeah," he answered smugly smiling in her direction. He kissed her again and then took her hand as he caught Angel undressing out of the corner of his eye. He decided to distract Buffy the best way he knew how.
"Come over to the couch, luv. More comfortable there."
He walked her toward the sofa and softly pushed her onto it. She sat watching as he knelt down grabbing her and pulling her to the edge of the seat, urging her to wrap her legs around him. He took his hardened cock in his hand and stroked it firmly a couple of times before sliding up next to Buffy. She closed her eyes as she felt him enter her, pushing in an inch at a time slowly.
"You like that, luv?"
"Mmmm. God yes. You're so hard, so good."
"Always for you, Buffy."
He took his time, relishing in the sound of the small gasps and sighs that left her body each time he pulled out, only to push in a little farther the next time. They were both lost in each other, not noticing when Angel moved to kneel down behind Spike. The other vampire felt a breath on his neck and opened his eyes, gazing into the yellow ones of Angel's demon.
"It's been a long time, William," he whispered softly into his ear.
Spike nodded and looked down at Buffy, now watching the two vampires with fascination. He began to speed his thrusts until Angel placed his hands on Spike's hips, slowing him down.
"You want me to take you now? While you're buried deep inside her? I can fuck you while you pound into your mate?"
Spike began to breath, a chill running down his spine as he heard the sure and dominating voice, not of Angel, but of Angelus.
Angel leaned in again, softly so Buffy couldn't hear. "Just like old times. Fucking you so hard, so deep, while you drained an unknowing victim. Then we'd go home to the girls and do it all over again." Angel's hands glided over the blonde's cheeks, spreading slightly as Spike felt a stiff erection press against him. "I bet you've missed it as much as I have. Has anyone else been here since me?"
Spike shook his head as an acknowledgement that his sire was the only one to ever breech him in that way.
"Good boy."
A hand grabbed his head and he felt the sharpness of Angel's teeth rubbing against his neck. He could almost imagine he'd stepped back in time. The actions and words of the other vampire were so much like the sire he'd known before the soul changed him forever. He realized he'd all but stopped his actions and tried to concentrate on Buffy, who was thrusting forward for more contact.
His back arched and his muscles tightened as he felt Angel penetrate him. Dry. Had to be dry the first time. He thought back to another time and place. A time when the demon world was new and confusing. A time when Angelus had entered him much the same way to show his dominance and rights as sire. William had cried then. Newly turned and bred by high society standards beforehand, a proper gentleman was not fucked in the ass in any way, shape or form.
He'd begged. Pleaded for it to be over. His cries had only caused Angelus to push harder, deeper, tearing and ripping at the virgin tissue until the smell of blood overpowered them both. Only as he felt the other man pull out, leaving a gush of mixed liquid, blood and come to ooze slowly from his channel, did Angelus bend down to kiss him softly. "You're mine, William. Always." Those powerful words that caused anger, fear, and a sense of belonging all at the same time. The words he still remembered one- hundred and twenty three years later.
It was then that he'd sworn never to let Angelus see him cry. It was then that a bit of William slipped away and Spike began to be born. It would take years of pain and sometimes-learned pleasure at his sire's hands before he'd gained the courage to stand up to him. When he finally did, William was gone. Spike had emerged just in time for Angelus to disappear.
He washed the memories away as he felt Angel slip past the tight outer ring, causing a gasp to escape his lips. He briefly met Buffy's eyes and saw the look of amazement and lust behind them. He sucked in his cheeks, closed his eyes and tried to relax as the familiar feeling came back to him. A century later and he could still remember the feel of his sire's cock inside him.
Spike's demon emerged as he felt the pain of torn flesh. Unlike the first time, Angel was easing in slow, small thrusts, trying to keep the discomfort to a minimum. The blood was present, had to be for the claiming, but this time the older vampire wasn't reveling in the pain of his childe. Only the bond that would come from the joining. Things had changed. Spike was no longer a fledgling Angel had to scare into submission. They held equal ground and mutual respect for the experiences they'd both endured.
Angel growled forcefully as he buried himself into his childe. As Spike's blood coated the dry passage, he began to slide in easier, able to push inside deeply. He pulled out, receiving a moan from the younger vampire, only to hear another when he slid back in.
His motion increased in speed, pulling the other man's hips toward him to allow better access each time he thrust. Spike had begun moving inside Buffy again and Angel tried to imagine the sensations the other man was feeling. Fucking and being fucked. He was mesmerized by the whimpers coming from both Buffy and Spike as the pressure grew to allow release.
"Did you miss this, Spike? Did you miss being fucked?"
A strangled cry sounded from the blonde, lost deep in pleasure.
"I can tell you did. That tight little ass opening up just for me. No one else will ever know how good you feel. "You're mine, William. Always."
Fangs buried deep into his throat, sending Spike over the edge. He came hard, feeling Buffy begin to squeeze and flex around him as her own orgasm took hold. He felt the sucking reflex as Angel began to feed from him and felt his ass being filled by the other man's release. Only one thing was missing. One thing he needed. Grabbing his sire's wrist, he pulled it to his mouth and bit down deeply, swallowing the essence that flowed freely down his throat.
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Tired and sated, three bodies lounged comfortably on the blanket in the middle of the floor.
"Mmmm... I was right," Buffy stated after a few moments of silence.
"About?" Spike asked.
"You and Angel. That was very hot."
A smirk appeared on his lips. "Burn it to memory, slayer. Once a century's enough for me."
Angel raised an eyebrow in question but remained silent.
Buffy giggled and sat up. "As much as I would love to stay here forever, we should start heading back. We have a lot to do and not much time to do it in."
"You have something in mind?" Angel asked.
Buffy glanced at him remembering he wasn't there earlier when she'd made the announcement of the attack. "Not much of a plan really. I figure we'll just go in and kick ass."
"Works for me," he answered casually
"A little ass kicking is always good," Spike chimed in, standing to take Buffy's hand.
"Let's get to it then."