Buffy fussed with the frill of the corset's hem, appraising herself in the bathroom mirror for the thousandth time.
She had no idea what Spike had had in mind when he'd asked her to buy a corset, but she was pretty pleased with what she'd managed to find in such a short amount of time—although her ears were still scorched after perusing the lingerie store's more risque items. All the leather and latex had turned her cheeks the same hue as the baby doll number she'd finally chosen: a pretty rose pink corset with a lace trim that brushed the tops of her thighs, and ribbon ties at the back (which had needed extra shoulder flexibility to tie off by herself) paired with satin panties of the same color and a chiffon robe.
It was extremely girly, but the other options had felt way too dungeon-y for whatever the night promised.
The soft purr in his voice hadn't intimated handcuffs this time.
"Well, aren't you a pretty sight?"
Buffy turned, not having heard Spike sliding into the bathroom behind her, catching him staring at her thighs, his gaze drifting upwards. Dressed minimally in a black t-shirt and black jeans, a silver chain around his throat, and thick kohl smudged across his eyelids, his look was pleasingly at odds with her own.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You've ruined the reveal," she said.
"It's plenty revealing as is, luv," he chuckled and held a hand out for her to take, leading her out of the bathroom.
In her bedroom he closed the door, and she braced for the tackle. Lingerie never lasted more than a few minutes around Spike. That was the point, and she usually browsed for rip-ability.
His kiss was surprisingly chaste though. Hands lightly cupping her shoulders as he walked her back to the bed.
He followed her onto it, gently maneuvering her until they were reclined together against the pillows, his arm around her as she sank against him. He pulled back from her to take another look, smiling inwardly as he tugged the chiffon off her shoulders, letting it pool at her elbows.
"I was sort of assuming it would be in shreds by now," Buffy chuckled, trying to fill the quiet tension between them, his intense focus starting to make her skin prickle.
Spike smirked, meeting her eyes and the black depths of his pupils made her shiver, looking all the darker for the sparkling stud in his eyebrow.
"It's not really for me, sweetheart."
Buffy raised an amused eyebrow. "Oh?"
"It's for him," said Spike as a knock sounded from the bedroom door, turning his head and calling over his shoulder. "Come in, mate."
"Spike!?" Buffy's heart froze, ice suddenly filling every vein as the bedroom door opened without warning. "What the hell!"
Air crashed to a halt in her lungs at the sight of the figure coming through it.
Her eyes widened, the air crashing to a halt in her lungs.
Oh my God…!
Her gaze fixed on soft blue eyes beneath tawny curls as her mouth opened and closed like a guppy. She could feel the color draining from her face as if she'd seen a ghost—
Well… Not just a ghost…
"William…"
He smiled and Buffy's head swam in a shock induced near faint.
Where Spike was all brash arrogance in his posture, William was cautious, only just on the threshold of her bedroom, clearly waiting for her heart rate to slow again before making any kind of movement. Dressed in a suit—an actual suit?! Buffy thought as she took in the crisp white shirt and satin waistcoat paired with a bow tie under a buttoned coat that looked entirely out of time—he couldn't possibly be more of Spike's polar opposite.
She barely felt it when Spike nuzzled the hair away from her ear with his nose and nipped her shoulder gently with his teeth.
"Thought you only had eyes for me, luv," he purred ironically, pressing her mouth closed with two fingers underneath her chin. He gestured for William to move closer with a crook of his index, and his doppelganger complied, striding slowly like she might bolt, coming to stand at the foot of the bed.
After what felt like an age she drew in a breath.
"I…I…"
A soft smile crinkled William's eyes. "Forgive the intrusion," he said, and at the sound of his clipped upper-class timbre Buffy's heart skipped several beats (necessary ones, it seemed, as a foggy dizziness swooned her head again).
William's unimpressed eyes slid to Spike as he leaned back to lounge with both arms spread over the pillows in an obscene display of hedonism.
"Did I not say it would be impolite to barge in?" William asked with a look of strained patience.
"You live here, you twit," Spike answered. He gently combed his fingers through the locks tumbling down Buffy's back, making her shiver out of her stupor. "Don't stand on ceremony, gorgeous. It's just us." She turned her head back to him, dragging her gaze with difficulty away from those cornflower blue eyes so full of humility. So different from Spike's, despite the body they shared.
When her gaze met his, she saw the dark glint there—the hard edge where William was soft—but still she had to ask:
"It's not a robot, is it?" she whispered.
Spike chuckled. "No, pet, he's the real deal. Beating heart and everything. Just the way he was."
Her brow furrows with suspicion. "How?"
"Remember the double-whelps?" Spike replied, softly tucking the hair back from her face with a trailing finger. "The Ferula Gemina?" he elaborated when her brow creased, shrugging lightly like it was an inconsequential detail. "Found another. Turns out you can get all sorts if you ask the wrong people." He grinned, and the sight of his teeth—noticeably sharper now with his 'genteel' qualities separated out—made her stomach clench in excitement.
"You're actually crazy," she breathed. Somewhere a long way off, a thought chirped up that maybe she should be at least a little indignant, but her reservations had taken a full sucker punch to the gut and seemed to be staying down for the count.
"Why don't you unwrap your new toy?" Spike suggested lewdly, a goading wink turning up the heat in the room to breathlessness.
Buffy's eyes snapped back to William, heart racing, taking him in as he did the same, a covetous heat burnishing his eyes into a darker shade of blue.
She wet her lip and moved off the bed to stand in front of him, breathing shallowly since the moment felt so achingly fragile, so sugar-glass breakable and full of deep concentration to every second passing.
Cautiously, she braced her hands on his shoulders, her heart racing as his hands landed lightly on her hips, tenderly drawing her in.
"Hello you," she breathed out, fingers linking around the back of his neck as he smiled.
"Hello, my love…" he sighed, relaxing under her touch, preening a little as she stroked her fingers through the curls at the back of his head. His eyes creased at the corners as he smiled back at her; not Spike's lustful grin, but the worshipful reverence that sometimes shone through it, and Buffy swallowed in the spotlight of it.
She kissed him, at first keeping her eyes just a shade open—still not believing in the realness of him—only closing them as the hands at her back pressed her tighter to him.
A low, pleased groan from Spike rippled the air and settled low in her spine, reminding her of the other half watching from the bed, the surreality of the situation making her shiver as her fingers found the buttons of William's jacket.
"I like the suit," she murmured between kisses.
"Appeared after a few days," William replied.
"Among other things," added Spike. Buffy flicked a glance across to him. He raised an eyebrow, its silver barbel catching the light just as William pressed his lips below her ear causing her legs to weaken dramatically.
"Other things?" Buffy managed, sliding her hands underneath William's jacket and easing it down to his elbows. He rolled his shoulders obligingly, peeling out of it for her without breaking away from her lips.
"You'll see," said Spike, his voice lustfully graveled as though he was the one being stripped.
She untied William's bowtie with a crooked finger, pulling it out of his collar, trembling fingers undoing the waistcoat's buttons.
In just his shirt William let her push him down to the bed, sitting on the edge of it as she kissed him hard to hide the nerves jumping in her gut.
Buffy pulled back, twisting the tiny mother-of-pearl buttons out of the shirt's holes, slowly uncovering pale skin, delicate collarbones. Where Spike is chiseled, William is lithely thin.
With the shirt opened down to his navel, Buffy halted. Blinking.
"You…" She widened his shirt, her head suddenly snapping up to Spike. "Did you do that?!"
"Nope," Spike answered with a smug grin. He stuck his tongue out, his teeth biting the stud in his tongue with a click. "Told you, sweetheart. He's just as he was."
"There's no way that's a Victorian thing," Buffy breathed, running gentle fingers over William's nipple, feeling the bump of the silver ring piercing the pink flesh.
"It was something of a trend at the time," William said, his voice shivering as her hands moved over him, peeling out of his shirt and wrapping his arms around her.
"With girls, mostly," Spike smirked, pushing up from the pillows and walking across the bed. "But you liked our bits of shine, didn't you, William? I preferred mine on show," he added, raising his pierced brow meaningfully. He dropped down heavily next to William as though settling in for a better view. "You've heard of a Prince Albert right, luv?"
Buffy's brow creased, staring at Spike, at the silver in his eyebrow, her gaze traveling back to the hoop in William's nipple.
And then a memory of a stolen moment in a graveyard resurfaced like a dream. Spike's hand trailed her fingers down from his brow, across his tongue, over his nipple, mapping out every place he'd been adorned in this way, until…
Her gaze hit William's lap. Eyes widened.
"Oh…"
"Ignore him," William said with an eye roll, bringing her close with his hands on her hips. "He's getting ahead of himself."
"Ourself," Spike corrected with a leer.
"Shh," muttered William, folding Buffy's hair back from her face and bringing her down to his mouth. "You're breathtaking," he sighed against her lips, both hands cupping her gently by the back of her neck, and Buffy moaned into his kiss. "We're so blessed."
Spike's hand gripped her by the hair, firm but gentle, turning her head to him.
"So lucky," he purred and took his turn, kissing her harder than William had, the stud in his tongue swiping across as she shivered in William's arms, his mouth trailing up her neck towards her ear.
"I love you," he whispered fervently at almost the same time as Spike groaned the same, surround sound of devotion that had a slight echo.
Two sets of hands tugged her up onto the bed, the pair of them maneuvering her with deep kisses and firm caresses until she was back amongst the pillows with Spike seated behind her, his mouth already kissing a bruise into her neck as William moved her legs open around his hips.
Spike's arms banded around her middle, hugging her tight as William kissed her until she was dizzy, the softness of his mouth a contradiction to the hard bite of Spike's teeth at the slope of her neck.
Buffy reached back with one hand to cup Spike's cheek, the other slung around William's shoulders, clinging desperately.
I'm going to faint, she thought to herself as the heat around them robbed the air of oxygen, the corset making itself known against her lungs as she tried to draw in air.
At least I'm dressed for it…
William retreated in increments, feeding her kisses as she chased his mouth, but pulling back enough to kiss down across her collarbone, over the swell of her breasts accentuated by the corset, heading lower.
"Spread your legs, luv," Spike growled into her neck as his hands stroked onto her inner thighs, pinning her open, William's fingers ghosted up from her knees, stroking the hypersensitive skin into goosebumps.
"Oh my God," Buffy gasped, arching her back as William mouthed up her thigh, Spike's hands moving onto her hips to keep her still.
Both sets of teeth grazed her skin; William at the join of her leg, Spike at the slope of her neck, twin groans setting her muscles shivering. Oversensitivity was already threatening to overwhelm. It was impossible not to squirm in Spike's hold as William's mouth moved closer, the heat of his breath at her core raising her hips off the bed towards him instinctively.
"Such perfection," William hummed as Spike tilted her head to the side, sucking a bruise over her jugular.
"Couldn't agree more."
William's lips scored over the lace, the pressure excruciatingly minimal as Spike's teeth dug in a little harder, a tease that had her near begging. A loud moan surged out of her throat as Spike's hands gripped her waist, and William's fingers hooked under the already-soaked lace, the back of his fingers brushing her core.
She bit down a cry, shivering against Spike, her lip between her teeth while his hands wandered inwards, one hand at her hip, one sliding down.
She jolted as Spike brushed his fingertip over her clit, just as William sank a finger into her core.
"Oh," she gasped, her hips rolling to ride two hands. Hard fingers swirled over that sensitive knot of flesh in loose circles as gentler ones coaxed her upwards, crooking into a bend and rubbing in time with her hips.
A low burn settled in her gut, tremors of electricity sparked in her thighs as a first blissful wave threatened to break, her walls tightening around William's fingers.
And then he pulled back, dragging her down off the edge, pulsing around nothing even as Spike's fingers continued to rub, not stopping even as William closed her thighs and dragged the frilly lace down her hips and off her legs.
She screamed as his mouth latched onto her, tongue licking her folds and dipping lower, pushing into her, a low groan vibrating through her core and arching her spine.
"Oh God—God, please!"
With two fingers under her chin, Spike turned her head, kissing with biting cruelty as she panted.
"Always wanted to have you screaming into my mouth when you're like this," he growled as William moaned into her.
"To taste you everywhere…" he said, picking up the thread of Spike's sentence as though they still shared one body.
"Dream come true," Spike bit her lip, as Williams' arms wound around her thighs, spreading her open. "Especially this next part."
Spike's fingers scissored her folds apart, baring her fully as William's mouth sucked her clit in between his teeth, tongue lashing, and as Buffy screeched. Spike smothered her mouth with his, swallowing the high-pitched wail torn from her lungs as she broke apart, the two mouths on her feeling simultaneously comforting and obscene. Release glowed like honey in her veins, her eyelids heavy as Spike's kisses edged her to oblivion as William's lips traced wet caresses into her thighs.
Okay, I'm seriously going to faint this time…
A sharper, hungrier kiss brought her back, blinking a little, Spike's teeth digging into her lower lip and savaging it with a growl.
"Don't get all cuddly on us yet, luv," he growled, as William raised himself back onto his knees between her legs. "Best is yet to come."