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 Disclaimer: I don't own them. Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel. Xander/Anya. Willow/Tara. Distribution: Sure, just let me know. Feedback: Is always nice. DarkRhiannon@aol.com Rating: NC-17. I mean it. Go away if you're too young. * Spike drove through the streets in a mad frenzy to reach his sire and mate and ease the call of them in his mind. His true face on, he would have scared other motorists had he bothered to even stop at any of the innumerable lights between him and his goal. As he sped through the darkness, every fiber of his being stretched to reach them, to be one with the only two beings he could think of at that moment and he growled in frustration at the physical limits of the car. Only his preternatural strength and centuries of driving, whether it be curricle or car, kept the auto on the road. His brain beat with need. Need, want, hunger, desire coalesced into a thrumming chord in his head, obscuring thought and bringing instinct to the fore. Buffy, Angelus. Mate, Sire. Must be with them, Now! * Buffy growled into Angel's neck as he strode through the night holding her in his arms. Her Mate was here. They were gone from the place that smelled of sickness, of pain, and death. Her body ached with pain and hunger, but the Beast that was Buffy knew only that she was safe in the arms of her Mate and thus all would be well. Once the other Mate was there, all would be perfect. The unnatural heat of her healing bathed her body in a dew of clean sweat, and she ripped at the bandages with one hand until Angel grabbed it, stopping her from removing them just yet. Angel could barely think--found it hard to do anything but bury his face in Buffy's throat and breathe in the unique smell of her. His demon rode him hard, pushing his human mask far below the surface, and he growled low in his throat at Buffy in mixed reassurance and possessiveness. Mine. My Mate. Free. He paced faster, his consciousness fading into feral thoughts of the hunt, the den, the Mate and Childe. He needed to be safe with them, needed to keep them both safe. He paced faster, cradling the slight weight of his Mate in his big arms with ease as he strode through the night. * Wesley was shaken and perturbed. The spell he was studying was fiendish in its composition and unbelievably powerful. He fully believed that it was capable of raising the dead, even those long turned to dust. The power inherent in its words frustrated and frightened him. That Buffy had somehow become the target was both inexplicable and unpredictable. Combined with the power of the First Slayer that Angel informed him the witches raised within the Chosen One, Wesley had no idea how this spell might have affected her. One thing was certain, she would be far stronger, faster, and deadlier than she'd ever been before. Wesley only hoped that her mind was undamaged. * Spike pulled the auto to the curb with a shriek of angry tires when he saw the unmistakable silhouette of his Sire carrying their Mate. Angel tucked Buffy gently into the front seat next to the blond vampire and climbed lithely in himself as Spike spun the wheel and turned precipitously back the way he had come. Buffy nestled close to him and purred as he slid one arm around her to squeeze her close for a moment before he continued driving pell-mell back to Cordelia's former apartment. They arrived in no time, with Spike carelessly parking the huge car near the side of the building. Buffy started to climb after Spike as he exited the car, but was pulled backwards possessively by Angel, who scooped her into his arms with an audible growl. The vampires glared at each other for a moment before Buffy's soft whimper broke their concentration. Snarling, Spike turned and ascended the stairs, Angel right behind him with Buffy. They barged into the apartment without words, and Wesley upset his tea cup at the sight of the Slayer, clad only in the torn remains of her hospital sheet and Angel's duster, nestled tightly in the large vampire's arms. "I say, Buffy, how are you feeling?" Wesley inquired politely, staring at the uncomprehending face of the diminutive Slayer. Her response to his perceived threat was immediate and deadly. Buffy leapt from Angel's arms and went for Wesley's throat, her eyes glowing green and tiny fangs descending abruptly. Wes nearly pissed himself in terror as Buffy's feral leap was arrested mid air by Phantom Dennis, who held the struggling body of the Slayer away from Wesley long enough for Spike and Angel to quickly grasp her arms and pull her away. Buffy's angry growls unnerved the former Watcher completely as he looked at the face of his former charge who would apparently be delighted to rip out his throat given the opportunity. Angel growled reassuringly at his Mate and her tension eased a bit at his tone. Spike chimed in with a tenor phrase and she cocked her head at him as a ghost of a smile played over her pointed features. Wesley realized that she'd lost significant amounts of weight since he'd seen her only a week before and thought, *Gods, we must feed her. That preternatural energy is sourced from her own body…she'll starve soon if she doesn't eat something.* He gestured at Angel to follow him into the kitchen. "Angel, you need to feed her immediately. Do you see how much energy she's leaking? That healing is extraordinary, but it's clearly taking its toll on her reserves." Angel nodded in careful agreement. Now that he was aware of the sensations flooding from his Mate into himself, he had a bit more control, after all, he'd been controlling his demon for a century…even longer when he'd been on a particularly painstaking hunt before his soul was returned. This was different in terms of source, but the same iron control seemed to work if he exerted himself. "What's in the kitchen, Wes? I don't even know what she's going to want." Wesley rummaged through the kitchen, coming up with bread, bagels, extremely stale doughnuts, and a frozen steak that he placed in the microwave to thaw. "This is all for now, Angel, perhaps she'll eat some of the bread?" Angel grabbed the loaf and took it to the living room for his Mate. Hard won rational thought left his mind at the sight before him and he dropped the bread to the floor. Buffy had shed his coat and the hospital sheet and was draped over Spike, both hands tugging frantically at his clothes as she growled and bit at his mouth with complete abandon. Blood dripped from their chins and they dueled for it, pushing roughly against each other's lips and lapping at the blood like beasts. Buffy ripped Spike's shirt from his lean torso with one sharp yank and began digging her fingernails into the skin of his chest and abs, scratching deep bloody furrows into him as he moaned into her mouth. His pale hands moved up and down her lithesome back, stroking her fine skin and basking in the heat that radiated almost visibly from the changed Slayer. Angel growled deep in his throat at the intoxicating sight and moved towards his lovers with alacrity. Spike had dropped to his knees before the tiny Slayer and was nuzzling the golden brown curls between her legs with a hungry mouth. Angel watched lasciviously as Spike slid his hands up the warm thighs of the panting Slayer, pushing her legs apart until she could barely stand. Spike pulled at the tangled swirls with his fingers, and Buffy groaned in want as her need spilled from her center in liquid drops. His cold tongue invaded and she screamed as he plunged it deep into her molten cunt. He lapped at her, sucking her clit into his mouth with long, hard pulls before returning his tongue to her center to lick hungrily at the honey that dripped from her. Wesley stepped from the kitchen at Buffy's breathy scream, took one look at the tableau before him and beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom as Angel turned to snarl fiercely at him. The sight of the Slayer being eaten out by the blond vampire had burned its way into his brain, and his body's reaction was immediate. However, logic ruled and he didn't want to be the next course on the menu for the clearly deranged trio. He sat ruefully on the toilet seat, wondering just how long he was going to be stuck in the loo. He sighed lugubriously to himself and then jumped as one of the drawers in the vanity pulled itself open. KY Jelly floated into his hand and he blushed, knowing that Phantom Dennis had witnessed the hard-on tenting his pants so painfully. *What the hell,* he thought to himself as he unzipped his trousers and briefs, folding them carefully on the vanity top before slicking his hands with the lube, *might as well enjoy myself….* Angel stepped behind her and held Buffy's heated body close against him as Spike continued to plunder her dewy depths with his tongue. The Slayer shuddered against Angel's chest, her hot little hands clutching his thighs and digging into the large muscles there until he moaned in want. His cock pressed urgently against his pants as she ground her delectable ass into him while she came into Spike's avid mouth, screaming wordlessly. Angel laid her gently on the carpet and stripped his clothes from him with careless speed. Spike had moved his mouth to their Mate's glorious breasts, sucking roughly at the curving flesh and taking mouthfuls of it to bite, not particularly gently. Buffy writhed against him, completely lost to animalistic heat. She ripped at Spike's jeans, whining in lust, and Angel pushed him abruptly to one side to kneel over her himself, his now naked cock pressing against her soft belly. The wounds that he'd seen there only hours before were gone without a trace, the perfection of her skin belying that they ever existed. Angel ground himself against her clit as he sucked one perfect nipple into his mouth and nipped at it with blunt teeth. He was loosing hold on sanity, on lucidity, as the beast mind sucked him in via his link to Buffy. He knew that Spike was already lost to the sensation, and Angel stood little chance of withstanding the twin pulls of Mate and Childe as they reveled in the ferocious tenderness of their menage a trois. Growling, Angel lapped at Buffy's mouth, sucking her soft lips and pressing almost brutal kisses to them. She groaned and bit at him in return, drawing blood from him and sucking at it with fervent need. He shifted to game face unconsciously and she clutched at his head, pulling him down onto her with furious need. Mindlessly, Angel rolled them, pulling his Mate's tiny body on top of him and thrusting up into her heated depths with one brutal shove. Buffy keened her desire and ground down on him, taking his cock deep into her glorious body as she moved. Thought was impossible, hope, sanity, reason, even happiness long gone as human cognition slipped away and they rocked together in tortured lust, knowing only that they were whole where once they'd been broken. As Buffy writhed above her Mate, she felt the rightness of the heat, knew that taking him was all her need. One thing only was left for her to do, and she moved faster on him, driving her hardened clit against his pelvic bone with each downward thrust of her pussy. She leaned over his chest, stretching her torso against his and lapped at his neck with savage joy. The Beast shrieked her passion as she came, riding his throbbing body and biting down deep into his neck with her infant fangs as she spasmed. She sucked his borrowed blood deep into herself, marking him as she was marked, proclaiming her possession of this glorious male for all time. As the heat subsided momentarily, Buffy felt a cold tongue traveling up and down her spine, a cold mouth sucking and biting at the bones so close to the skin there. She arched back into the caress of her other Mate, her hands sliding back to his muscular thighs, now naked and ready for her. But she didn't want to relinquish the first Mate to possess the second and he seemed to sense her disquiet at the rudimentary thought. Instead the blond moved his mouth lower on Buffy's back, sliding his cold tongue into the cleft of her rounded ass. She whimpered in renewed desire as he pushed her forward onto Angel, baring her further to his ministrations. His cold tongue circled the heated place where she joined with his Sire, then moved slightly up to rim her tight ass. He lapped at the hole teasingly until Buffy began moaning in unrestrained desire. The feelings he sent racing through her nerve endings there were wanton and bestial, no thoughts really possible with her mind so firmly tamped down by the spell. All Buffy knew was need, need to belong, to be taken, to take, to be possessed and possess these marvelous, virile mates. She squirmed back against the talented tongue of the fair Mate, her heated cunt clamping muscular walls onto the cock of the dark Mate below her until he growled in renewed need as well. Spike was biting gently at the ring of muscle that he wanted so desperately to penetrate, sucking and licking until Buffy shrieked her satisfaction through the small apartment, nearly taking Angel with her as she spasmed over and over again on Spike's tongue and his cock. Sure of his welcome, the blond rubbed his cock against her wet hole and eased himself into his Mate's tight body with a growl. Angel growled back at the sensation of his Childe's cock rubbing against his own through the thin barrier that separated them in their Mate's tiny body. Spike pulled nearly out again, then pushed gently back, his ferocity tamed by love for Buffy and the need not to harm her. The Slayer was transfixed at the sensations that crashed through her heated depths with each gentle thrust and withdrawal of Spike's cock. Her nipples rubbed against Angel's broad chest every time Spike leaned forward into her, then pulled back out again. Her mouth opened in an "oh" of overwhelming sensation as the impulses rocketed from her ass to her cunt to her hard nipples and back again in a spiral dance of desire and overwhelming lust. She began rocking back into Spike's thrusts, then forward onto Angel's cock, clamping her thighs tightly around him and squeezing with her inner muscles until both males groaned and increased the pace. The three of them surged and sighed, groaned and growled until the wave of sensation overtook them, crashing down onto them like a sunami, as they writhed against each other in heated abandon. Spike bit deeply into Buffy's neck as he came, sucking at the twin puncture marks of his bite while he spent himself deep in her muscular ass. Angel bit at the other side of her neck, penetrating his mark and sucking hard as she shrieked her ferocious cry to the heavens and nearly ripped his cock from him with the strength of her spasms. They jerked and pulsed within the inferno of her body for long minutes before they groaned in unison and withdrew slowly and a bit painfully from her hot depths. Buffy promptly turned and sank her fangs into Spike's alabaster throat with ferocious speed, sucking at his blood until he screamed in painful pleasure. Angel drew her slowly and gently away from the mark she left upon his Childe and the three curled together in a spent pile. The overheated Slayer was cooled soothingly between the hard bodies of her Mates as they drifted into languorous slumber together in the safety of the apartment. Only Phantom Dennis remained awake, pulling blankets from a chest in Cordelia's empty bedroom and tucking them gently around the three entwined in the living room and the one, lonely ex-Watcher now asleep in the cold bathtub. Title Page |
