Chapter 16

 

 

 

It was late. 

 

Angel rubbed his eyes and pushed back from his desk.  Sometimes the whole executive deal was not only boring, but also very time consuming.  He could be doing other things with that time that were much more worthwhile.  A mental image of Spike and Buffy sleeping entwined earlier in the evening flashed through his mind.  His cock immediately responded, sending desire coursing through his veins.  With seduction on his mind, he smiled while pouring a drink of his best scotch. He was stopping for the day.  Tonight there were other things more important than saving the world. 

 

Tonight was for them. 

 

Angel noticed the television was playing in the living room as he moved down the hallway toward his room.  He paused to look in.  Dawn and Andrew were on the couch watching some show together.  Something made him turn away from his intended path.  No more debts, and especially no more wasting time, too much of it was already gone, slipping through his fingers like sand.  Angel stopped next to the children, as he considered them, despite their ages or maturity. 

 

“Thank you.”  He bent over to kiss Dawn’s cheek to help emphasize his gratitude.  “I appreciate you trusting me.”

 

Angel didn’t wait.  Instead, he turned on his heel, hurrying from the room before Dawn could respond to his gesture.  This time he grinned, knowing he was leaving two very surprised people behind him.  Family was going to have a new meaning to him starting tonight, he vowed as he slipped into the bedroom.  A quick glance around the empty room let him know that his lovers were most likely in the home gym.  On the air drifted the scent of Buffy’s sweat along with her and Spike’s arousals.  They must be sparring, he thought, as he hurried to join them.

 

He was wrong.  Buffy was trying to murder their punching bag with delight written all over her face.  She looked happy despite the evidence of her exhaustion.  He glanced to the side where Spike was leaning against the wall.  Without realizing it, Angel licked his lips at the sight of the other vampire.  Spike’s bare chest revealed bruises from an apparent earlier tussle with the slayer.  There was no anger in Spike’s demeanor only a contentment that came from deep inside him.

 

Slipping an arm around Spike’s waist, Angel turned him so he could nuzzle the back of Spike’s neck.  Angel trailed his lips along Spike’s shoulder, upwards to the sensitive skin behind the ear.  A wet stroke along the shell of the alabaster ear elicited a shiver from his lover.  He nipped the lobe.

 

“Love you.”  Spike whispered, turning to give a quick kiss to Angel’s lips.  “Never felt quite so…happy before.”

 

If only so many bad things weren’t hanging over their heads, so many people gone from their lives, or if so many things didn’t weigh on his shoulders, Angel would have responded in kind.  He wanted to with as much promise as the guilt that held him back.  He couldn’t give Spike the reassurance that he so desperately craved.  Cuddling him closer, Angel gave thanks to whoever would listen to someone like him that Buffy was back in their lives.  The trust between the two was amazing, and a wonder to behold.  It gave him hope that if in the end he weren’t there, they would still have all the love they deserved.

 

“I love you, too,” he finally whispered in response.  He turned Spike in his arms, needing to clutch at the moment before them.  There was no waiting.  His lover was ready to meet Angel’s needs with his own. Their lips met ready for battle.  Opening immediately, tongues joined in a tangle of passion, stoking a fire deep inside of them.  Without thinking, Angel backed up, pulling Spike with him and toward the bed in the next room.  They never broke apart until they hit the edge of the mattress.  “I want you so much.”  Angel pushed Spike down, quickly following to cover him with his own body. 

 

Hands followed familiar contours while their mouths met again in a dance that was centuries old.  So, lost in their need, only the soft pattering of feet on the carpet reminded them there was someone else to consider.

 

“Where you going, Luv?”  Spike asked, pulling back only enough to gaze up at the girl who was trying to slip from the room.

 

“I…well, I…didn’t think you wanted to be…disturbed,” Buffy stammered, while a blush crept over her face.  She took another step toward the door.  “I’ll just come back later.” 

 

“Stay,” Angel called to her hurriedly retreating back.  She hesitated, looking back over her shoulder while she worried her lip with her teeth.  “If you want to join us, then I want you here.”

 

Buffy’s body visibly relaxed.  Hurrying over, she flashed a sensuous smile as she knelt on the end of the bed between them.  Angel watched with pleasure as she grabbed the hem of her tank top to slowly pull it over her head, and toss it randomly somewhere on the floor.  Crawling upwards, Buffy chose to lie behind Angel.   She ran her lightly fingers down his arm sending sparks through him. 

 

“It’s beautiful watching the two of you kiss,” Buffy said.

 

Spike chuckled.  “I do believe, Ang that she wants to watch us fuck each other.”

 

“No, I don’t.” She sniffed delicately, and then airily said, “I want to watch you make love.”

 

Angel turned onto his back so he could caress their girl’s face with a feather touch.  “Maybe I do like this woman you’ve become.”  He guided her down so that he could rub his nose along her cheek.  “So passionate and loving…not scared of love anymore.”

“Oh, I’m scared,” she whispered, returning his caresses with some of her own.  “Frightened to death as a matter of fact, but I refuse to miss out on a chance to be happy because of it.”  She reached over to run her fingers through Spike’s hair.  “Someone very special helped me to realize that.  Thank you.” 

 

Her smile was that of a woman who is confident of herself and her place in the world around her.   It reached beyond any doubts still lingering in Angel’s heart.  With his hand behind her neck, he pulled her to him.  She didn’t resist.  Instead, she met him with soft, moist lips already parting in anticipation.  He positioned her unresisting body so she was half on top of him so he could comfortably reacquaint himself with her mouth. 

 

The other times since her return didn’t count for him.  He’d kept his mask firmly in place, keeping them both from fully enjoying the reunion.  Tonight he took it off with a vow to leave it off when the three of them were alone.

 

Buffy rubbed her center against his hip while her leg slipped between his own.  This was more than he ever dreamt it could be with them again.  A dream that only he knew about, and one he could never tell her about despite his promise of honesty.  She would be heartbroken, and he never wanted to cause her pain again.

 

Pulling away, she whispered, “I want to watch you love Spike.”  Her words were bold but her face gave away her shyness with a slight flush spreading across her cheeks.  Angel didn’t tease.  Neither did Spike.  The emotions binding them together were too delicate. 

 

“No, we’ll all love each other.”

 

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Deep inside of him, Spike wanted to scream ‘no’ at the tenderness Angel was bestowing on Buffy.  Would he lose Ang to Buffy?  Would Buffy forget about him, because now she had her Angel back?  Would he become second again?  It terrified him.  He closed his eyes in bitter resignation.  It was inevitable.  A destiny established before time, and he was only an instrument to help bring the two together.

 

“Don’t,” a soft whisper reached him at the same time as a hand cupped his face.  “You are ours.”  It was Angel.  “Just as we are yours.”

 

“I love you, Spike.”  Buffy stated with a surety he’d never heard before, or he’d never let himself believe.  Her eyes were shining with a love that tore at his soul in a hope that this wasn’t a dream.  “Now and always.”

 

He watched in fascination as she crawled over Angel and him to lie on his other side.  Sandwiched between them, they pressed their bodies to his in an embrace that he didn’t think any creature could tear apart. 

 

“Can’t wait,” Spike said, reaching for Angel’s clothes with over eager fingers.  He undid buttons while Buffy squiggled her hand between them so that she could undress him.  It didn’t take long for them to get naked.  Flesh against flesh with laughter and sighs as they found their places.  It was heaven.  A dream long unspoken, finally realized as Spike turned toward Buffy.

 

“I love you, too.  You’re the one woman…,” he said, as he drew an already erect nipple into his mouth.  She tasted of sweat; passion and her own unique sweetness that made him ache.  He suckled at her breast while Angel rained kisses along his spine.  Large hands caressed his legs, reaching between them to cup his balls.  “So good.”

 

It was.  They were.  Angel fondled his sac with a gentle touch.  His fingers caressing the inside of Spike’s thigh at the same time.  Moaning around the creamy mound against his cheek, Spike spread his legs further.  He wanted more.  He pulled away from Buffy with reluctance.  This time it was urgent.  Cupping her knees, he dragged her further down on the bed before pushing her legs back. 

 

“Oh pet, such temptation,” he said with a grin before he drew himself up to his knees.  Angel was already reaching toward the nightstand, but his eyes never left Buffy’s face.  She was watching their movements with fascination.  Knowing this was all new to her, he couldn’t wait for them to teach her everything. 

 

“Ready?”  Angel asked, even as his fingers were spreading the warming lotion over Spike’s hole, dipping in to prepare him.

 

“Yes.” 

 

Spike waited on hands and knees while Angel clutched his hips, positioning himself behind him.  Usually, he would close his eyes for this sweet moment of possession, but not this time.  Green eyes were growing wider as she watched Angel’s cock slip deep inside his body.  The once delicate flush was now a brick red, but there was also a hunger evident in her eyes.  It was making her horny.  Spike didn’t have any intension of leaving her unsatisfied. 

 

Angel drew back then thrust back into Spike’s body with a slow rhythm, making it easy for what Spike wanted.  Dipping his head, he buried his face in Buffy’s wet heat.  So very wet.  Buffy groaned low in her throat, thrusting her hips to meet his questing tongue.  No one he’d ever known had tasted so good.  He ran his tongue from bottom to top just to savor the flavor of her tangy essence.  It was as delicious as he remembered. 

 

Here, with both of his lovers, Spike knew that if he never reached heaven at least he could say he’d reached paradise.  The slowly increasing tempo of Angel’s cock sliding in and out of his ass, and Buffy writhing below him in an ever-increasing crescendo of pleasure was the highlight of his undead life.  Angel wouldn’t last much longer.  His fingers were digging into Spike’s hips as he began the ascent to his orgasm.  Spike left the teasing of Buffy to focus on her swollen pearl.  He suckled it as he had her nipple before, teasing it, licking her in the exact motions he knew would take her over the edge. 

 

Her fingers wound through his curls and her heels rested on his shoulders as she lunged upwards to meet his tongue.  The three found a rhythm so they could find the end together.   Spike leaned forward with each inward thrust while Buffy lifted, following his mouth as Angel pulled out.  They were beyond words.  They filled the air with deep moans, sharp cries and finally sighs of satisfaction.   Buffy’s entire body arched off the bed as she came first.  Angel fell forward, catching himself with one hand while his other arm wrapped around Spike’s waist as he released himself into his lover’s body. 

 

Spike was cuddled between them as Angel and Buffy rearranged themselves on the bed.  Angel wrapped his hand around Spike’s cock while Buffy encouraged his own orgasm with a deep kiss.  Her tongue wrapped around his, playful, yet demanding his all in return.  He was already too far gone from watching their pleasure that it didn’t take much for Spike to cum.  Angel nipped his shoulder while he wiped the white puddle from Buffy’s stomach.  Spike was well sated as he sighed and settled in between the other two.  Buffy giggled before she kissed the corner of his mouth. 

 

It seemed she believed it, too.  They were home. 

 

“Good night,” Buffy said through a big yawn.  Spike kissed her forehead while Angel pulled the covers over them.  Once they were all comfortable, Angel turned the lamp off, cloaking them in darkness.  Just as they were falling asleep, Buffy’s cell phone went off pulling them quickly from the comfort they’d found. 

 

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“Oooh, if it’s Giles or somebody, I’m going to kick them,” Buffy grumbled, fumbling for the phone she’d left on the nightstand earlier.  Not even bothering to check to see who it was she gave a curt hello after hitting the talk button.  Then wished she hadn’t when the smooth Italian accent of Reggie filled her ear.

 

“Hello bella.”

 

to be continued…


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