1Chapter 8
Buffy stormed into the mansion she confiscated from a lovely seventy year old widow. The man had surprisingly good taste in his choice of furnishings. Most of the furniture was very old and made of solid wood which were all the same deep mahogany-red color from the huge twenty-setter table in the dinning room to the Grandfather clock chiming the hour in the hall on the second floor.
The floods were made of white marble streaked with gold and had a handful of Persian rugs thrown in tasteful places. The grand stair case that lead up to the second and third floors, was also made of the same marble as the floors. A enormous crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling just over it. Three others, of the same style, were hung in the dinning room, Ball room and Library, along with five or six smaller ones in other rooms of the house.
The mansion was made of stone and styled in old Goth, with it's arched entrance, extravagant terraces and beautifully carved onyx gargoyles. Their was a huge fountain in the spacious front yard, that matched its twin in the middle of the night blooming garden in the back.
The house matched Buffy's tastes dead on, the only thing she really made changes to was the master bed room. It was obvious the old owner never changed the room after his wife died because the room had screamed country bumpkin with its pale yellow walls to the Irish lace curtains.
After seeing it she gutted and revamped it, turning it from country to seductive temptress. Now the rooms center piece was a gigantic four-poster bed, that was raised four feet from the floor, made up in black satin sheets and matching comforter and had enough deep jewel colored pillows to rival a pasha.
The post were actually eight foot high onyx colored marble pillars that had ruby eyed gargoyles carved into them. They held the sheer curtain fabric in their mouths that encircled the bed giving it a shimmery dream-like look.
Besides the bed the ample room also had a huge mahogany dresser on the opposite wall, a walk-in closet the size of a good sized convenient store, heavily draped window, and double doors that lead to the spacious terrace.
The terrace had a spectacular view of the wide gardens and further on the rocky cliffs and moody sea. If Buffy had a favorite room this one came in a close second to the bathroom.
The bathroom was almost as big as her room and was done in copper and white marble. It had his and her toilets and sinks with old fashion copper faucets, a ridiculously ample white tiled shower that was surrounded by three sides of thick glass, and a huge claw tub which was surrounded by red and white pillar candles.
Buffy jogged up the stairs to the second floor, down the west hall into the study and slammed the door behind her. The sound of the door slamming startled to two men who were looked up at her from their books.
Buffy snarled at the men, the run, after leaving Angel, had not done anything to curb her foul mood. Both men stood ready to take the blunt of her anger. The men were almost identical.
They both had shoulder length mahogany hair, strong slashing cheek bones, caramel colored eyes and lean 6 foot frames. The only differences was Mikhail's hair was a shade darker then Caleb's, and he had a tattoo of a scorpion on his right shoulder. While Caleb had a ring of barbed wire tattooed around his left arm.
"Why are men such ass-holes?" Buffy asked, stalking over to the bar to pour herself a finger of imported Irish whiskey and knocked it back. Caleb and Mikhail shared a knowing smile then walked over toward her.
"Is there anythin' we can do for you lass?" Caleb asked his Irish brogue flowing like wicked seduction, as he and Mikhail wrapped their arms around her. "We'd be glad to be help you with all the pent up," Mikhail trailed off as he rubbed his erection into her from behind. "Sexual frustration."
While Mikhail's name was Russian, his voice had a slight southern twang to it reminding Buffy of lazy, sultry nights. The image made her anger kick up another notch. "What makes you two think I have frustration of any kind?" Buffy asked sweetly through clenched teeth.
Caleb and Mikhail raised their eyebrows at her. Buffy huffed and sulked over to the big leather couch and sat down. The men joined her sitting on either side of her. "Come on Buff, your frustrated we're willing," "I'm your sire and I'm telling you both to fuck off." Buffy yelled cutting off Mikhail's point.
She got to her feet and walked to the door. "I'm going up to my room to take a bath. Alone. You guys go get something to eat or whatever." Buffy remarked over her shoulder before disappearing down the darkened hall. Mikhail and Caleb gave defeated sighs. "Well, what do you want to do?" Caleb asked looking over at Mikhail. "Fuck our sire." He answered looking down at his straining cock longingly.
"Well since tha' is not goin to happen anytime soon I guess we should amuse ourselves." Mikhail looked up in time to be caught up in a hard passionate kiss. Mikhail's hand tunneled in Caleb's hair pulling his head to a better angle to deepen the kiss. Caleb groaned as Mikhail stoked his aching cock through his leather pants.
Pulling out of the kiss panting, Caleb ripped open Mikhail's shirt peppering open mouth kisses over his chest. He took one of Mikhail's dusky nipples into his mouth and bit down, hard. Mikhail growled in rapture as he surged to his feet and slammed Caleb into the opposite wall. Caleb blinked dazed in time to see Mikhail smile wickedly as him and dropped to his knees.
Buffy sighed in ecstacy as the hot, bubbly water engulfed her. She felt her muscles relax when she heard a lamp crash in the study signaling that the boys were at it again. Shaking her head, Buffy tuned out the sounds of rutting coming from down stairs. It was then she though about Angel's last thought. Reading mind could be pretty bitchin' at times, especially when coming up against and opponent.
He thought he'd see her tomorrow night did he? Well I'd hate to be predictable. Buffy thought conjuring up a plan of action. She smiled evilly. When in Rome...