Spike pressed three kisses in quick succession to John's lips before going over to lean against the counter.
"So, how many of you are coming with us?"
Willow answered, being one of the only three people in the room totally comfortable with Spike and John. "I'm gonna stay here with Tara and Anya. You, Xander and Buffy are definitely going. I don't know about John."
"Yeah, Spike, are you bringing the little lady with you?" Xander sneered.
John scoffed."Spike's the wife."
"How do you figure?" Spike asks incredulously."
"Easy, I provide money, room and board. I also dominate in bed."
"Oh really? I'll have you know that I have my own place! The crypt. And I don't take your money." Spike crossed my arms.
John ran his hands down Spike's sides, resting them on his waist. "Come on, pet, you make a much prettier girl," John teased.
Spike raised an eyebrow. "I dominate more than you. How 'bout we agreed that if we ever get married, you're the wife."
John scoffed. "No, not a chance, luv."
Xander groaned. "What the heck does it matter? You both have sex with men. You're both women."
Spike pursed his lips. Xander was pissing him off. But having John kick his ass would only piss Buffy off. Instead Spike grabbed John by the hips and rubbed against him as he kissed him hard.
Willow and Tara giggled, Dawn gaped and Anya flushed with desire. Buffy and Xander groaned and looked away for very different reasons; Buffy was starting to get wet, and Xander was starting to get nauseous.
"Come on, Romeo and Don Juan, we have the weapons. Let's go, " Buffy said as she rolled her eyes.
Spike nipped John's full, soft bottom lip. "Come on, Don Juan."
John laughed and walked with Spike outside. "Right beside you, Romeo."
" I don't think I can go, Buffy," Xander said. "Those two are going to make me sick."
Willow smacked the back of his head. "Grumpy pants."
Buffy shook her head. "Okay, Xan, you stay here with the girls."
Spike lead Buffy and John through the woods. John watched the way Buffy's ass looked as she walked. He definitely wanted a taste of that. And Spike looked even better. John wanted to be balls deep in Buffy as Spike fucked him from behind.
"What are you looking at?" Buffy asked, humor tinted her voice.
John looked at her, startled. He got distracted and didn't notice Buffy looking back.
"I uh..." He shook his head and laughed. "Well, Gorgeous, I was checking out your shapely arse."
Buffy raised her eyebrow. "Oh, really? See something you like?"
Spike's jaw could have dropped to the ground. Buffy was flirting with John!
John smirked and winked. "Indeed, very much so."
"Well keep looking, because your not getting any."
Spike chuckled and shook his head. "That's more like it."
"What?"
"You. I thought an alien stole your body what with the way you were being nice to John."
"I'm nice. I'm a nice person."
"Not towards John. Is she nice towards you, John?"
"Mmm, I think her burning attraction for me makes her behave hostilely," John said grinning. "I think Buffy'll feel better towards me after we have sex."
Spike snorted. "In your dreams."
John lifted an eyebrow at Buffy, silently asking if there will be a little shagging between the three of them.
Buffy shrugged.
"There, in that cave," Spike pointed up ahead.
Buffy hefted her axe. "Let's make this quick."
John purred, "I don't do quick. Long and hard, not fast."
Buffy pointedly ignored him and entered the cave.
Spike and John followed her into the cave. Spike was excited for a fight; John was bored.
Buffy sighed. "Well? Where's your stupid dem-" She felt a sharp pain I her calf. Gnarl's claws. Her muscles frozen and she fell back, paralyzed.
Spike jumped into action, swinging his sword deftly as he avoided paralysis at the demon's hands.
John watched the glee on his lover's face. Spike really lived for the fight.
"He's breath taking, isn't he?" he asked Buffy, who layed prone on the ground. "The most beautiful creature I've ever seen."
Buffy would have glared at John, but not even her eyelids could move.
John sat beside her. "He's special. I think I was bloody lucky to have this time with him."
Spike's blade bit through the demon's neck and its head rolled off. Buffy immediately jumped to her feet.
"Well, that was fun, but not nearly as satisfying as I-"
Spike was cut off by Buffy's lips. He hesitated but soon crushed her to his chest, kissing her back.
John stared at the two in shock. "Well, I feel left out."
Buffy pulled back, panting. "I want you." She looked over her shoulder at John. " Both of you."
John took no time moving to her. He and Spike slipped her shirt off.
Spike resisted the idea for so long, but he couldn't anymore. He dragged his lips across her chest as John kissed and sucked on her neck.
"Oh god," Buffy mewled, her fingers laced through Spike's hair, holding his mouth on her bra clad breast, her other hand brought John's mouth to hers. She was burning up.
John pulled Spike's tee shirt out of his jeans, caressing his back before pull the garment off and tossing it aside. Spike moaned as John's hand squeezed his ass.
"Oh god, John," he gasped and ground his hips against Buffy, searching for friction.
Buffy whimpered as the two men kissed over her shoulder. "Please," she breathed. "I need more. Please."
Spike and John both stepped back and undressed.
Buffy stared wide eyed at the two lean, muscular, gorgeous men before her. She quickly followed suit and stripped off her clothing.
John grinned. "Gods, you look good enough to eat."
Spike pulled Buffy into his arms. He wanted her, he still loved her, but it didn't feel like it used to. He kissed her, and she kisses him back hard.
John stood beside them, caressing Spike's shoulders and down his back. His other hand rubbed up Buffy's thighs, teasing her clit.
Buffy writhed and gasped against Spike's mouth. She wanted these two men so badly, she ached for them.
Spike felt John's lips on his neck. He moaned as the hot, wet mouth sucking his neck make him rock hard.
Spike grabbed his leather jacket and spread it across the ground. "Buffy." He put his hand out and she took it.
John watched as Buffy laid on the jacket and Spike covered her body with his own. He wondered if either had ever been with multiple lovers at a time before. He knelt beside them and Spike raised up to kiss him.
Buffy watched hungrily as the two men kissed. It was the craziest thing she'd ever done. She wasn't a vanilla lover, but two men at once wasn't something she thought she'd ever do. She caressed John's length and kissed and licked Spike's abdomen.
Spike moaned. He didn't know what he was doing. He'd been with both Darla and Drusilla at the same time before, but never a man and a woman. He didn't want to share John or Buffy, but he wanted them both so much.
John slipped in between Spike and Buffy, teasing her with his cock as he brushed against Spike's ivory length.
Buffy was done with the foreplay, she wanted the sex. She wanted to be screwed senseless. She grabbed John's ass and pulled him forward, gasping as he filled her.
Spike wanted to be the one in Buffy, but didn't argue. He decided that there would definitely be more chances for positions to be switched. He dug the bottle of lube from the pocket of John's pants.
Buffy looked at him over John's shoulder. "Spike, I want you in me too. Please."
Spike was shocked. They had done a lot, but she never let him do that. He nodded and went to work preparing her.
John thrust in slowly. He was disappointed that Spike wasn't going to shag him, but Buffy, but he was certain that there would be more fun to come in the future. And the Slayer's hot little quim was certain nothing to scoff at. He couldn't remember feeling something as hot or tight. He had to struggle to not blow his load already.
Spike worked his fingers into Buffy tight ass, swallowing hard when he imagined himself in there. He knew he had to act quickly, because as soon as Buffy came John would be a goner. Her muscles would milk him for every last drop.
Buffy cried out as Spike slowly slipped in. She felt completely filled. She moaned and gasped as John and Spike repositioned themselves and her without slipping out. John now layed on his back, Buffy riding him and Spike between John's legs and behind Buffy.
Buffy layed her head on Spike's shoulder, her body tensing right before the most mind numbingly powerful orgasm of her life washed over her.
John didn't last very long after that, and Spike didn't do much better. The two cried out as they rode out their orgasms.
The three collapsed into a heap of sweat sodden limbs, breathing heavily.
John laughed and kissed Buffy, then Spike, "Who's ready for the next bout?"