Chapter Fifteen – Four Times

Spike knocked lightly then opened the door and stepped in. "Hey, Andy, you up for a shag? Buffy's with a client and then has another one after that."

Andrew lifted his head, his features etched with pain. "Not really."

Spike sat down on the bed next to him and frowned. "You look like shit, mate."

Andrew dropped his head tiredly to the pillow. "Feel like shit. My arm is killing me. Banged it on the doorjamb coming out of the basement earlier."

"Did you take anything for it? One of your Percs?"

"Can't yet. I have to go help Miss Amanda in about an hour after her client leaves. He's her Tuesday regular and I don't think he's managed to get her off even once in all the time she's been seeing him. Xan usually does it, but Miss Anya came down and grabbed him about two hours ago."

"Yeah, you probably won't see him for the rest of the night." Spike got up and walked into the bathroom, coming back with a bottle of pills and a glass of water. He shook a pill out of the bottle and held it out to Andrew along with the water. "You take this and I'll take Amanda."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Buffy wants me to see if I like shagging birds besides her, so this looks to be a good a time as any. If she doesn't want a full shag, I'll just give her a taste of my tongue piercing."

"Okay. I think Xan does the whole thing, but I only use my mouth, so it could go either way, I guess." Andrew sat up and pulled a pillow into his lap to rest his arm on then took the pill and popped it into his mouth. Spike handed him the water and waited until the pill was swallowed then carried the glass back into the bathroom. When he came out, Andrew was laying on his side and had his cast resting on a pillow in front of him.

"Hey, you want me to suck you off? Get some endorphins on the job? I've got time."

"Don't think I can stand up that long because I get dizzy, but thanks."

"You don't need to. Just lay on your back and open your legs."

"Okay. Could you help with my arm pillow?"

Spike helped Andrew get arranged, making sure his arm was resting comfortably, then tugged his shorts down and off. Spike settled himself between Andrew's legs and leaned down, nuzzling and licking his sack, then lifted his head and said, "Gonna bite you, okay? Won't take but a mouthful or two."

Andrew's head shot up in alarm. "You're gonna bite my balls?"

Spike chuckled. "No, you git. Gonna bite your leg."

"Oh. Okay." His head fell back to the pillow and Spike brought his demon forward then slid his fangs into Andrew's leg just below his balls. Andrew moaned loudly and his cock filled as Spike pulled a mouthful of blood. Spike pulled several small sips to louder moans from Andrew then sealed his bite and got up onto his hands and knees.

"You ready?" Andrew nodded, his eyes fixed on Spike's demon eyes, and Spike lifted Andrew's cock then swallowed it to the root. Andrew's hips bucked up off the bed and Spike moved his hands to Andrew's hips and pressed him back down then started sliding up and down his cock, swirling his tongue as he applied suction on the upstroke. When Andrew's breathing was nearing hyperventilation, he buried his nose in Andrew's curls and swallowed around him until Andrew spent down his throat with a loud yell.

Spike swallowed a few more times then released Andrew and lifted his head. Andrew was out like a light. Spike smiled proudly then shook off the demon and climbed off the bed. He arranged Andrew on his side again with his arm pillow propping up his cast and pulled the covers over him. He turned out the light and closed the door then headed up to the second floor to wait for Amanda's client to leave.

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Amanda kissed the man deeply and said, "See you next week, Ron."

Ron smiled. "Thank you, Amanda. You were wonderful, as always." He nodded to Spike as he passed him leaning against the balcony railing.

Amanda watched until Ron was out the front door then looked at Spike. "Did you need something, Spike?"

"Andy's not feeling well and Anya has Xan so you get me."

Amanda looked him over then smiled and waved him into her room. Spike stepped in and she shut the door behind him then trailed her fingertips across his back. "I need a shower first."

"You want some company?"

She took his hand and led him into the bathroom then leaned into the shower and turned the water on. Spike stripped out of his jeans and kicked them into the corner. He'd taken to wearing at least that much outside of his room if clients were in the mansion because one of the regulars had complained to Buffy that he came to the mansion to see pussy, not dick. Buffy had told him he didn't have to cover up if he didn't want to; that this was his home and he had the right to be comfortable in it. Spike had told her it wasn't a big deal and that he'd wear jeans or sweats anywhere a client might see him, but they were just going to have to deal with his naked torso because he wasn't putting on a shirt. Buffy had laughed and said that the client was probably just jealous because Spike's dick was bigger.

Amanda slid out of her robe and stepped into the shower and Spike followed her in, stepping up behind her and sliding his hands down her arms. "Want me to wash you, pet?"

She nodded and Spike picked up a washcloth and the soap. He cleaned her from top to bottom, swirling the cloth over her breasts and lightly pinching the nipples before he moved lower. He slid soapy fingers inside her as he twirled her clit with his thumb and leaned in to kiss her. She gasped into his mouth as his fingers found that special spot and he tapped it several more times then withdrew his fingers and continued to clean her. He pulled her under the water to rinse and asked, "You want to shampoo your hair?"

"I'll do it later. I want you. Now."

Spike smiled as he turned off the water and snagged a towel then quickly rubbed her dry. She waited impatiently while he toweled himself dry then tugged him back into the bedroom and over to the bed, turning him and pushing him onto it. She climbed up his body and pulled him into a blistering kiss. Spike wrapped his arms around her and rolled then pushed her legs open and ground against her. He kissed and licked down her neck then swirled his tongue around her nipple and bit down. She moaned as he moved to the other breast then continued down her stomach. He licked her with the flat of his tongue, then went to work on her with tongue, piercing, and fingers. She was panting and moaning, her fingers tight in his hair as he sucked her clit against his teeth. She arched up with a scream, holding the position for several seconds as her clit spasmed, then fell back to the bed with a satisfied moan. He licked at her gently as she untangled her fingers from his hair and said, "Holy shit."

Spike lifted his head and said, "Ta, pet," then dropped his head and brought her off twice more.

When he lifted his head after the third scream, she crooked a finger at him and he crawled up her, hooking his arms under her knees on the way. He planted his hands on the bed beside her and slid in, pushing forward until he was fully seated. He gave her a few seconds to adjust to his size, then started slowly thrusting, making sure to scrape the head of his cock across that special spot. When she was moaning and whining and pulling at his arms to get him to move faster, he nodded to the headboard. "Brace yourself, luv." She lifted her hands to the headboard and Spike changed the angle just a bit then started pounding into her, grunting on each thrust.

She threw her head back and arched her spine off the bed as she screamed. Spike slammed into her and threw his own head back, loosing a loud yell at the ceiling as he emptied himself inside her. He thrust a few more times then unhooked his arms from her legs and collapsed onto her. Her arms flopped to the bed and she panted, "Holy fuck am I glad Buffy sired you."

Spike lifted up on his elbows with a chuckle and smiled down at her. "You're welcome. You need another or are you good?"

He pulled out slightly then thrust in, smiling wider when her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned. "I'd love a dozen more, but I have another client in…" She rolled her head and looked at the clock, "…Shit. Fifteen minutes." She rolled her head back. "The boys don't usually keep me busy this long, and with them, it's usually one and done, just to take the edge off so the next client has to work for it."

Spike nodded and slid out then sat back on his feet and nodded toward the bathroom. "You want me to do a quick wash-up?"

She laughed. "No, I'll get it. If you wash me again, my client will probably walk in on us fucking in the shower."

Spike winked at her then climbed off the bed. "Maybe next time. Just let me know when you want me again."

"Oh, I will." She climbed shakily off the bed and walked unsteadily into the bathroom then bent down and snagged his jeans off the floor, turning back to toss them at him. "Thanks, Spike."

Spike quickly slid into his jeans then dipped his head. "You're welcome, Amanda. See you later." She shut the bathroom door and he heard the shower turn on as he left her room. He started down the stairs and had just reached the bottom when a tall man stepped through the front door. Spike walked over to him and smiled. "Who you here to see, mate?"

The man looked him over, his eyes pausing on the front of Spike's jeans, then said, "Amanda."

"All right. She's in the shower at the mo', but I can take you up." The man held out several bills and Spike took them and stuffed them into his pocket then turned for the stairs.

The man followed him and asked as they started climbing the stairs, "You worked here long?"

"Don't work here. Just live here. My girl's one of the madams. The blonde one."

"Oh, Buffy. I wasn't aware she had a… boyfriend. Where is she?"

They reached the top and Spike turned to face him. "With a client."

The man cleared his throat slightly then asked, "Ah. And how does… what she is… set with you?"

"What she is? And be careful with your wording here, mate."

The man gulped quietly and stammered, "A vampire."

Spike brought his demon forward and licked a fang. "Sets just fine." The man twitched back a step and Spike smirked then walked over to Amanda's door, shaking off the demon as he knocked. "Amanda? Your bloke's here."

"Send him in. Thanks, Spike."

Spike turned and started for the stairs again. "She's ready for you. Have a good evening." Spike heard Amanda's door open and then close as he went down the stairs. When he got to the bottom, he headed for the kitchen to check on Andy. The door to his room was open, so someone must have been down here while he was seeing to Amanda. He stepped in and listened to the sleeping boy's steady, even breathing. He was still out cold. Spike smirked and turned to go, closing the door behind him. "Must have been a short visit with unstimulating conversation."

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Buffy stood on the threshold as a man walked across the porch toward the stairs and said, "Sorry you had to cut it short, Tom. See you next week?" He nodded an affirmative as he shouted into his cell phone and she stepped back and shut the door then headed up to her room. She had the next two hours free and she wanted Spike.

She frowned at her empty bed then checked the clock and turned and headed for the kitchen. She knew Xander was with Anya so Andrew would be tonguing Amanda for her after-Ron release. Maybe Spike was hanging out in their quarters playing video games or something. The door to was closed and Buffy quietly opened it and peeked in. Andrew was sleeping. Why was Andrew sleeping when he should be face down in Amanda? She walked over to the bed and poked lightly at his shoulder. Andrew groaned and turned his head, mumbling, "What, Spike?" as he blinked one eye open.

"Not Spike. Buffy. Where is Spike and why aren't you with Amanda?"

Andrew's eye closed and he said, "Spike's with Miss Amanda. My arm hurts really bad so he said he'd help her today. He fed me a Perc then sucked me off so I'd be able to sleep."

"Okay. Sorry I woke you, Andrew. If your arm still hurts in the morning, get Willow to cast a charm."

He mumbled sleepily, "I will, Miss Buffy. Night."

"Goodnight, Andrew." Buffy tucked him in and brushed his hair back from his forehead then quietly left the room. She paused outside Amanda's door on her way to her room and listened. Amanda voiced a loud, pleasure-filled moan and Buffy continued past then hurried into her room and shut the door behind her. She walked slowly to the bed and sat down then flopped back.

Spike was fucking Amanda. And doing a good job of it if that moan was anything to go by. She reached up and slid her fingers through her hair then sighed and dropped her arms back to the bed. Why did she feel like this? She had no problem with Spike fucking the boys. Hell, she'd watch him fuck them any chance she got, but first Anya and now Amanda… was she jealous? She shouldn't be, she knew that. She knew Spike loved her, but she'd gotten too comfortable with the no-touching what's mine part of him being her pet. And now that he wasn't, now that any of them could touch him and kiss him and fuck him… She sighed again and rolled to her side, pulling a pillow off the stack to hug to her chest as she curled into a ball. And what if he decided to start seeing clients? Could she handle that? Or would she be just like this, curled into a ball, listening to her man moaning and gasping in pleasure as he pounded into someone else?

She frowned at herself. She was such a hypocrite. Spike had had to listen to her fuck dozens of different men and he wasn't having a breakdown over it. Everybody fucked everybody in this place. That wasn't news. So she'd have to just get over this shit. He loved her, and as soon as they were mated, that fact would be chiseled into her DNA and hopefully this sick feeling in her belly would fuck right off.

She rolled over and sat up when she heard Spike's shout of completion. He'd probably be coming in here soon and she didn't want him to see her wallowing in jealousy. She threw the pillow back onto the stack and slid off the end of the bed then headed into the bathroom. She needed to shower Tom off her before Spike got back.

Spike stepped into his room and stopped suddenly when he heard the shower running. He looked at the clock then started for the bathroom. Buffy was supposed to be occupied for another hour and a half. Did something happen? He stepped into the bathroom and over to the shower. "Buffy? Luv? You all right? Why are you in here?"

She turned to face him. "I'm fine. Tom had a work thing he had to deal with so he left early."

He sighed in relief and stripped his jeans off. "Sorry for Tom, but it worked out nicely for me, didn't it?" He stepped close to her and reached out to splash water on himself. "Just let me have a quick wash up."

"So how did you like it?" Buffy tensed, wondering if she'd be able to handle it if he said he loved it and was looking forward to fucking everybody in the building.

He stopped his splashing and looked at her. "Amanda?" He shrugged. "It was good, I guess. Brought her off four times and I got off, but… like you said, it's just stimulating each other's body parts. Felt good, but still seemed to be missing something. Feels loads better when it's you."

Buffy smiled in relief and pulled him in for a hug. "I like it more when it's you, too."

"I'll likely only shag someone else when you're not available and I feel like a shag. If you're available, then that's where I want to be."

Buffy laughed. "So if you decide to start seeing clients, we'll have to have our schedules synced so we're both busy at the same time?"

"Yeah. Don't know what I would have done with myself if Amanda hadn't needed it. Andy wasn't up to it and Xan's busy and I don't feel like I can just go up to any of the other birds and say, 'Fancy a shag?' I barely know any of 'em, and I know there's always my hand if I just have to get off, but…"

"You'd rather get off with another body." He nodded. "I can let the others know you're willing if you want. They've been giving you a little space to figure out the whole vampire thing."

Spike smirked. "Amanda said, and I quote, 'Holy fuck am I glad Buffy sired you,' end quote."

Buffy laughed. "Yeah, I heard how glad she was. Pretty sure the whole mansion heard her." She soaped up a washcloth and started swiping it over Spike. "Let's get this done so the whole mansion can hear me."

The whole mansion did. Four times.