The Challenge

TITLE: The Challenge

PARTS: 1

EMAIL JYPZROSE AT: jypzrose@aol.com

SUMMARY: Buffy throws out a challenge that Xander finds he can’t refuse.  The consequences will change him, and his relationship with her and a certain blonde vampire forever. 
Basic PWP, with a thin little P(lot). 

Warning-contains mild slash.  Later parts will contain more slash, and possibly some mild  BDSM.  Don’t read if it's not your cup of tea.

DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its characters and everything related to it, belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This website and the author of this story don't own anything.

RATING: NC-17

SPOILER: None, not set in canon at all

PAIRING: B/S, B/X, S/X

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Xander moved quietly through the night, his movements sure and precise.  He moved with a stealth born of growing up on a Hellmouth, where every step could be your last.  He walked with purpose, his destination clear, if not his motives.  He couldn’t figure out what the hell he was doing.  WHY the hell he was doing it.  He’d never been one to jump to a challenge, always trying to joke and hedge his way out of it, only rising to the occasion when there was no other way.  But, for some reason, Buffy’s casually thrown dare, no, invitation was a better word, had struck something in him, and he’d found himself saying yes.  He didn’t know who was more surprised.

What had started out as the Once-a-week-Buffy-and-Xander-fight had quickly deteriorated into something else.  He’d demanded, yet again, for her to explain ‘“Why Spike?”’  He’d waited for her to come up with the usual, he’s the only one that understands/knows/cares about all the aspects of who she was, NOT just the parts he wanted to see.

However, that’s not what she did this time.  This time, she tossed that long, oft dreamed about golden hair off her shoulder, and pinned him with glittering hazel eyes.

“This isn’t about WHY it’s Spike.  This about WHY it isn’t you.” She’d said, waving off his excuses before he even had a chance to start them.  “You wanna know so bad?  Then why don’t you come find out?”  He’d stared at her, in complete shock, for how long he didn’t know.  She just stared back, her eyes locked with his, and a smirk, that was way too reminiscent of one blonde vampire, on her face.  Xander liked the think that it was the chance to wipe that look off her face that had him shaking off his shock, and giving her a grin that had once turned Anya to mush.

“When and where?” He’d said, satisfaction that he had indeed driven the smirk from her face, stifling any horror he’d had at the notion of actually agreeing to watch her and that. . .that. . .thing.     She’d recovered quickly, though, and a cat like smile had spread across her face, making him shiver, and his mind blanked out.

“His apartment, midnight.”  She’d answered, arching a brow at his gaped mouth expression, then turned and walked out the door.  Xander had stared after her for a long time, trying to figure out how he could get out of it, and still save face.  He knew that Spike wouldn’t let him hear the end of it; and under his influence, Buffy would also get her digs in.  And then use it against him to get him to shut up about the vampire.

So, here he was, trudging through the dark at midnight, to observe the mating rituals of one Slayer and her vampire.  Could his life get any more bizarre?

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“Do you think he’ll really show, luv?” Spike asked, looking up from his feast of her breasts.

“Mmm.” Buffy purred, pressing his head back down, and waiting until his tongue had started its magic on her nipple once more before answering.  “If he doesn’t. . .ahh. . .he knows we’ll never let him live it down.  Yeesss.”  Spike smiled against her skin at the tiny noises she was making while trying to speak.  They were sitting on the couch of his newly acquired one bedroom apartment, both shirtless, with her straddling his lap.  Her hair, fanned around her shoulders, tickled his cheeks every time she dipped her head to watch him devour her breasts.  The smell of her arousal wafted around him, making him dizzy.  It seemed just a shade different tonight: and he knew that it was because of the whelp’s imminent arrival.

One hand cupped and caressed at the smooth skin of the breast Spike’s mouth wasn’t currently attached to.  His teeth and lips gently tugged and teased the hard nubbin, occasionally giving it a light bite that had her gasping his name, and her nails digging into his shoulders.

“D’ya think he’ll be able just to stand there and watch?”

“Huh, mmm.”  She looked down into the dark blue depths of his eyes, knowing her own were swirling with as much desire and love as she saw in his.  “Would it bother you if he couldn’t?” she asked, her breath catching at the wicked smile he flashed.  His other hand slid around her waist to massage the now neglected breast so he could talk to her.  Her hips were slowly gyrating on his lap, pressing her denim clad heat against his likewise encased erection.  His eyes drifted closed briefly, before opening again and burning even brighter than before.

“Do you want him to?  Do you want him to fuck you, Buffy?” He asked, the harshness of his words softened by the excitement in his eyes.  A sharp bolt of arousal shot through her, making her grind her hips harder against his cock, wanting friction.

“I want you to fuck me.” She moaned, arching her back and pressing her breasts into his hands.

“Ah, ah, ah.”  Spike said, painfully squeezing her nipples.  She mewled loudly, her nails raking over his shoulders and leaving bloody welts in their wake.  He purred in response; his face twisted in pleasure.  “Answer the question.” He demanded, continuing his sweet torture on her chest.

“I don’t know.  I never thought of Xander that way.” She finally said, glaring darkly at him when his hands slipped to her hips to still her movements.

“But it excites you, doesn’t it, pet.  Knowing he’ll be here, watching me take you, touch you.  I’ll let him fuck you, baby.” Her eyes widened at that, surprise written on her features.  She gasped when his hand fisted in her hair and pulled her down to him.  “As long as he remembers you’re MINE.” He growled, before his face morphed and he sank his fangs into his mark on her neck.  She screamed as she came, the feel of his teeth in her skin, his lips pulling her blood into his mouth, taking her very essence into him, making her his, making her plummet.

After a few brief seconds, Spike retracted his fangs and ran his tongue over the puncture, lapping up the rest of the blood, and closing the wound.  He then pulled back and took in her glazed eyes, rapid breathing, and flushed skin, pride that HE did that to her blooming in his chest.  God, he loved this woman, with every non-beat of his heart.  He’d gladly take a stake to the heart to keep her safe.  He had one mission in his unlife, and that was to keep her with him as long as possible.

Buffy brought a trembling hand up to his face, her fingers running over the sharp planes.  He was so beautiful, her vampire.  So full of love, and tenderness.  Why it had taken her so long to see it, she couldn’t honestly say, but now he was hers and she was never letting him go.

“Something tells me you WANT him to get involved.” She teased, leaning forward and resting her forehead on his.  She shivered when his cool, rough hands slid up her back, massaging the muscles under the smooth skin, and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.  She’d given up trying to figure out how he could do this, make her shivering and wanting with barely a touch.  Don’t think, just enjoy.

“Just feel sorry for the boy, is all.  He’s wanted you for a long time, and seeing you writhing on the bed in passionate abandon might just do him in.” He said with a chuckle, angling his head to kiss her softly on the lips.

“You’re such a Boy Scout.”  She giggled and ran her fingers through the incredibly soft hair at the base of his neck, and sending a tremor through his body.

“Just don’t let it get around.  Got a reputation to protect.”

“Yeah, my big bad.”  She ran the tip of her tongue over his lips, teasing the entrance to his mouth, until he gripped the back of her head and held her in place so his tongue could tangle with hers.  They moaned in frustration when the knock sounded on the door, and pulled apart.

“Guess he’s here.”

“Guess so.”  Spike stood fluidly, never losing his grip on the tiny woman in his arms.  He lowered her to her feet and kissed the tip of her nose.  “Go in the bedroom, luv.  I’ll let in our guest.”  He waggled his brows and smirked, his blue eyes sparkling.

“Don’t torture him to much.”  She said, sashaying away.  Spike took a minute to appreciate the way her firm ass moved beneath her tight denim jeans, then turned to answer the door.

Xander looked a little ill when the reality of what he was doing hit home.  Spike stood before him, in nothing but a pair of black jeans, the top two buttons of the fly undone, and revealing with clarity that the vampire went commando.  His bright hair was tousled and curly, indicating that fingers had recently been running through it.

“Spike.” He managed to get out, fighting back his nerves, and trying to appear cool.  To Spike it looked like he’d swallowed a couple of lemons.

“Whelp.  Come in.” He said with just the hint of his evil smile.  He could smell the boy's nervousness, and hear the way his blood was rushing through his veins.  He could also detect just the faintest hint of arousal, and that just made his smile take on an even more evil edge.  “Glad you could. . .come.”  The vamp said, chuckling at the way the brunette blanched.  “Buffy’s already in the bedroom.” Spike told him, closing the front door, and moving around the other man, making sure to brush against him in a suggestive manner.  He never looked back to see the horrified eyes trained on his retreating back.

Xander watched the vampire walk away, seeing the sensual grace in which he moved, the way his muscles moved beneath the sleek, pale skin.  As far as physical beauty went, he could see what Buffy saw in Deadboy Jr.  It was the whole undead thing he couldn’t get past.

“Coming, boy?”  Xander snapped out of internal thoughts, scowling at the way Spike was making that word sound.

“Yeah, let’s get this over with.”  He shrugged out of his jacket and threw it over the ratty old easy chair that had made the trip from the crypt with Spike.  He stopped at the bedroom door when Spike angled his body and blocked him.

“Hope you're up for a long night.”  Xander could feel his face starting to flame, wondering just how the blonde managed to make everything he said sound like an innuendo.  “Vampire stamina, and all.”  A wicked grin and a casual caress of the bulge in the front of the vampire's jeans, gave Spike the reaction he was going for.  A nervous sweat broke out on Xander’s brow, and his breath hitched in his chest.  And that faint tang of arousal, suddenly got stronger.  Oh, yeah, torturing the boy would be fun.  And maybe he’d remove the pole from his ass long enough to actually enjoy himself tonight.

“You going to let me in the room, or keep me out here all night and numbing my brain with your thinly veiled references to your. . .ah. . .attributes?”  Spike snorted at that, and swung the door wide open, enjoying the dumbfounded expression that spread across the young man’s face.  He turned and looked at the bed, his own unneeded breath hitching in his chest at the golden sight before them.

Buffy was laid out on the huge bed, her tanned skin and light hair a bright contrast against the black silk of the sheets, her fully nude skin luminescent in the candlelight.  Her gaze was latched onto them, her flesh starting to color at the realization the she was letting Xander see her this way.  Her embarrassment quickly faded when she locked eyes with Spike, the heated adoration making her tingle.

Xander jumped when he felt the cool hand touch the middle of his back, and give him a push, sending him stumbling into the room.

“Like what you see, whelp?  She is glorious, isn’t she?  All that power, all that strength wrapped in that tiny, luscious little body.  You can’t imagine the muscle control she has.  The way she can ride you, looking like some wild, bohemian goddess.  Her screams echoing in your ear as she cums and cums.” Xander’s eyes never left the woman on the bed, while Spike’s words swirled around him, awakening something inside of him, something he’d thought long buried and gotten over.  “Need a chair, or do you think standing would be more comfortable?” Spike said, his eyes brazenly raking over the construction worker's well muscled frame stopping at the bulge that was starting to tent the grey jeans he was wearing.

“I’ll just stand, thanks.”  Xander said, his voice thick and husky.  The vampire’s chuckle made both humans' shiver, the promise of pleasure practically coating the sound.  Xander managed to tear his eyes away from the vision on the bed, intending to scowl at the vampire.  Instead, shock widened his eyes at the sight of the now nude blonde. Before he could stop himself, he found himself gazing at the long lines and tight muscle, something dark and exciting winding around the arousal he felt when he saw Buffy.  The fact that he recognized it as lust disturbed him, greatly.  And the fact that Spike could sense it, only made it worse.

“See anything you like?”  Spike asked again, running a hand over his chest.     Xander followed the movement, the realization of where that hand was going making his heart trip in his chest.  He tore his wide eyes away, and swallowed hard, trying desperately to control the odd cravings going through him.

“Sorry, Spike.  You’re not my type.  Remember, not gay.”  Xander denied, not seeing the vampire when he moved.  His breath came out of his mouth in a whoosh when he found himself pinned against the wall, a very hard body being pressed into his.

“S’not about being ‘gay’, boy.” Spike purred, his deliciously cool lips close to Xander’s ear.  The brunette's posture stiffened at the feel of the blonde's excitement brushing against his denim clad hip.  Spike chuckled at his predicament, the sound causing gooseflesh to break out on Xander’s skin.  “S’about seeing what you want, and taking it.”  The human man yelped when he felt strong, male fingers cup the hard length in his jeans, giving it an almost loving squeeze.  The action made him unbearably harder, which he was SURE he didn’t like.  He roughly shoved the chuckling vampire away, appalled at himself, and his reaction to the blonde.  “Don’t think he wants to play, pet.”  Spike said, quirking that impossibly sexy scarred eyebrow and turning towards the woman on the bed.  Xander caught himself staring at the retreating vampire, and purposefully turned them toward Buffy.  Arousal hit him full force at how hot her gaze was, and he found himself wanting nothing more than to strip and join her on the bed.

“Too bad.”  Buffy said, breathlessly.  A brief image had slammed into her head, while she watched her lover taunting her friend.  They were so pretty, she decided, the light and the dark, contrasted, yet similar.  The hours of construction work had leaned and honed Xander down, and his clothes now clung to a hard, well muscled body.  Spike looked as if he had been chiseled out of stone, lean and long, and well defined.  Her brain had conjured up the image of the three of them, naked and writhing, one taking her from behind, and the other taking her from the front, their tongues mingling as they shared a Buffy sandwich. The fantasy sent another wave of wetness flooding to her core.  Spike caught the scent of her fresh arousal, and sank to his knees at the foot of the bed.  He gripped one slender, ankle and pulled her to him, her skin sliding easily across the silk.  He brought her to the edge of the bed, and lifted and spread her knees, opening her up for him.  He took a deep breath, smiling at the fragrance she was emitting.  He drew his tongue along his lip, in anticipation of tasting her.

“Aw, but Buffy does.” He purred, turning his hot blues eyes to Xander’s, and making sure he had the young man’s attention, before dipping his head and burying his tongue in his lady's folds.  Buffy surged up off the bed at the first stroke of that delectably cool mouth against her sizzling heat.  She gripped her knees to expose herself to him more, not even realizing she was also opening herself up to Xander’s gaze.

The brunette watched in awe at the way she was wiggling and panting, her hips grinding her wet heat against the vampire's face.  Xander had a brief notion that he should be taking notes, because no woman he had been with had EVER reacted the way Buffy was.

Spike eagerly stabbed his tongue deep inside her quivering channel, drinking the nectar that seeped from her.  Nothing tasted as good as she did.  Not blood, not whiskey, not those spicy wings he liked so much.  If he could live off of her taste, he would, and never moving from this delectable buffet for eternity.  The fact that he could feel Xander’s eyes on his actions, made her taste that much sweeter, something Spike would have thought was an impossibility.  He replaced his thrusting tongue with two fingers, loving the way her walls clenched around him, remembering the way they felt around his aching cock, milking him for everything he had in him.  He trailed his tongue up to the top of her sex, then circled the quivering nubbin of flesh at the top.

“Oh, God.  Spike,” She moaned when his lips latched onto it, sucking and gently nipping it with his teeth.  The knowledge that Xander was watching made her reactions seem stronger than normal, and usually, they were crippling.  The feel of Spike’s long fingers stroking her walls, and his mouth on her clit took over her senses, blocking out all thought as she felt herself start to dangle off the edge.  Her hips sped up, grinding against his mouth, and she screamed when he bit her clit, the pain sending her toppling.  Heat exploded through her, flooding his thrusting fingers with her secretions, which Spike immediately lapped up, not letting a drop go to waste.  He continued to clean her thoroughly, as she slumped onto the bed, her breathing raspy and her bones turned to jell-o.  When he was satisfied with his work, he pulled his fingers free from her still fluttering heat, and licked them clean as well.

“God, I love you, loveyouloveyou.”  Buffy murmured incoherently, as the aftershocks coursed over her skin.

“I love you, too, baby.”  Spike purred, brushing a kiss on her thigh.  He then stood and turned to face Xander, smirking at the dazed look on his face.  The bulge in his pants now looked painful to Spike, and the blonde started thinking of how he could get the boy out of his clothes.  A sly grin spread across his face and he turned to crawl up the bed to languidly kiss his woman.  Buffy whimpered and sucked his tongue into her mouth, the taste of herself flooding her senses.  Lust started to sing in her blood again, and she desperately wanted him inside.  Her hands slid over his skin, down his chest and across his abdomen until she brushed the coarse curls that surrounded his shaft.  Spike moaned when her tiny hand closed around him, the heat making him want to fall right then.

His own hand glided over her breasts, pinching and caressing her nipples.  He thrust into her hand a couple of times, relishing the feel of it, before sliding his pulsing shaft out of her grip.  She whimpered into his mouth, and reached for him again.  He broke the kiss and looked down at her, bringing his hand up to cup her face.

“Shh, kitten.  You’ll get what you really want.  Up on your knees.” He instructed, grinning at the way she scrambled up, her tiredness of a few minutes ago gone.  Spike got up on his own knees, and turned her until she was facing Xander, her delectable ass waving about in the air.  Spike lovingly caressed it for a second before pulling his hand back and smacking one perfect globe.  He heard Xander’s breathing become even more ragged over Buffy’s moan of pleasure.  His little Buffy could be quite kinky, and he could tell it was a surprise to the brunette.  He cracked a hand across her ass a few more times, until it glowed a rosy pink in the soft light from the candles.  He then ran a soothing hand over the warmed flesh, and listened to her mewl.  He ran a finger down the separation between the cheeks to her dripping cunt, thrusting a finger inside to make sure she was ready.  She thrust back on the finger, silently begging him to take her.

Spike moved behind her, rising above her, his eyes locking on Xander.  The construction worker met his gaze, lust clogging his brain and making his mouth water.  He wanted in on what was going on the bed, he just didn’t have enough courage to ask.  Buffy’s growl of pleasure brought his eyes back to her, and he took in her look of bliss as Spike slid his cool length into her depths.  She was so beautiful, her skin slicked with sweat, her hair damp with it.  Her eyes were closed and her mouth slack as she concentrated on the feel of Spike filling her, stretching her.

Spike’s eyed drifted closed once he pushed all the way into her.  No matter how many times he took her, he would never tire of the first thrust, the feel of her body yielding and taking him in, her heat warming him, threatening to make him combust.  He stilled for a moment, relishing the way she accepted him, wonder filling him again that the fact that this wonderful creature was his.  Only his.  Not that he minded sharing her body, he thought as his eyes opened and focused on Xander again.  Just not her heart, never her heart.  It had taken him a long time to finally win it fully from Angel, he wasn’t about to let someone interlope on what was rightfully his.

“Come on whelp, you know you want to.” Spike growled, starting to thrust in and out of Buffy’s slick heat.  Xander’s eyes shot up to Spike’s, lust overtaking any fear the man had left.

“Come. . .on. . .Xan.”  Buffy gasped, grinding her hips back against her mate, and moaning at the punishing grip he had on her waist.  The smack of his pelvis against her bottom sent shock waves through her, each hit pushing her closer to blissful oblivion.

Xander started towards them, his eyes riveted to their beauty, his cock throbbing with each thrust of Spike’s hips.  Soon, he was standing in front of Buffy, his hands itching to touch her damp skin, his mouth thirsting for a taste.  Buffy looked up at him with bright eyes, her want for him to participate in their games burning into him.  The pleasure that Spike was giving her, was evident on her face, on the way she tried to urge the vampire on, to go faster.  He stubbornly refused, keeping his rhythm steady, keeping her just on the edge.

“You’re a little overdressed, whelp.” Spike said, his eyes raking over the young man’s body.  Xander felt a searing heat when this happened, startling him.

“I can’t believe you want me to. . .”  He trailed to a stop, realizing he wasn’t exactly sure WHAT the vampire wanted.  Spike stilled his motions, much to Buffy’s displeasure, holding the Slayer tight to his body as he regarded the other man.

“What?  Fuck Buffy?  Fuck me?”  He gave an evil laugh at the look that crossed Xander’s face, and growled at the extra surge of wetness that exploded from Buffy at the thought.  “Like that idea, pet?” He gave her a sharp slap on her ass when she didn’t answer.

“God, yes.” She gasped, wiggling her butt to try to get the friction going again.  She whimpered when he smacked her again, the sound low and lusty.

“Or maybe, you’d want me to give it to you.”  Xander shook his head at that, causing Spike to laugh again.  “Get undressed, boy.  Take what you’ve always wanted.  I’m a vampire, sexual fidelity doesn’t matter much to me.  But realize, she is mine.” the vampire warned, eyes flashing yellow, and flashing a little fang.  Xander took the threat at face value, knowing that Spike wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if he thought he was trying to win Buffy’s heart.  But the thought of having her, just once, was enough to have him pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans, and start unbuttoning them.  “That’s a good whelp.  Want me to start again, luv?” He asked innocently, laughing at the frantic nodding she was doing.  As soon as he released her hips, she pulled forward, then slammed back, fucking him.  Spike threw his head back and let her, his unneeded breath coming in gasps when she clamped her muscles hard around him.  He looked up at Xander’s choked moan, a deep rumble exploding from his chest at the sight of his woman sucking off another man.  Xander had stayed still, like Spike, letting her set the pace and rhythm.  He figured the boy wouldn’t be able to hold on long, not at the state of arousal he was at.  Here he was getting his wet dream fulfilled, the idea had to be too much.

Buffy couldn’t imagine a better place to be right at this particular moment, with Spike’s thick cock sliding into her from behind, each tap of the head on her womb bringing her closer, and Xander’s equally thick cock in her mouth.  The mental picture was erotic enough, the actuality was mind numbing.  Buffy rolled her tongue over the silky flesh of her friend's member, thoroughly getting to know it before pulling back and letting it almost slip from her lips.  When she did this, she impaled herself on her mate, then forward again, to fill her mouth with Xander.  If she kept this up, she always had a cock buried deep inside her, and god did it feel good.

Xander watched in rapt attention as his erection appeared and disappeared between Buffy’s lips, her cheeks hollowing with every backstroke.  This was better than a dream, so warm and wet, and more than he had imagined.  She sucked on him like he was a lollipop, sweet and delicious, and just the thing she needed.  He reached out and laid a hand on her head, not applying pressure, just holding her steady.  Too soon, he felt his climax start, and he began to pump into her face, the same time that Spike took over as well.  Buffy stilled and allowed herself to be fucked, her own orgasm beginning.  She hissed in pleasure when Spike folded himself over her, his hand coming around to tangle in her damp curls, his fingers finding and rubbing her clit.  She nearly sobbed as lights exploded behind her eyes, unconsciously swallowing when Xander exploded in her mouth.  Spike growled above her, slamming into her twice more before his own orgasm hit, and his cool semen shot into her womb.  She felt the prick of his fangs in her throat, and reached an unsteady hand up to hold him too her, letting Xander’s semi flaccid cock slip from her lips.

The brunette stared down at the blonde pair in horror.  He’d known that Buffy had allowed this;, of course, he’d seen the scar.  But to actually see it was disturbing.  Disturbing, and to his shock, arousing.  He suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have Spike’s fangs in him.  Would it bring that same look of rapture to his face, the same one that was on Buffy’s right now.  Or would it disgust him?  For some reason, he didn’t think the latter was true.

Buffy’s cloudy eyes opened and focused on Xander, and she had to smile at the look on his face.

“You knew he was my mate, Xan.  Why does this surprise you?”  She asked, her voice thick.  Spike looked up then, his face melting back to his handsome human face, his blue eyes piercing.  A sly smile curled his lip, and he placed a gentle kiss on the Slayer’s cheek.

“It’s just. . I didn’t expect to see. . .”

“You didn’t expect to get Buffy’s lips around your dick, either.  Why let this throw you?”  Spike asked, straightening and slipping out of her warmth.  They both groaned at the loss.  Buffy flopped back onto the bed when Spike moved, her body sated and happy.  Xander didn’t answer, his eyes riveted to the glistening nest of curls between Buffy’s thighs.  He felt his body react to her instantly, and he hesitantly placed a knee on the bed.  Spike smirked from where he was standing by the nightstand, a cigarette dangling from his lips.  “Don’t mind me, just going to have a fag.”  He said, settling himself down next to the Slayer, after lighting his smoke.

Buffy snuggled up to him, relishing his cool body against her overheated one, and allowed him to pull one of her legs over his.  She looked at Xander, the want in his eyes igniting hers. Her breathing picked up at the thought of having Xander between her legs, while Spike watched.  She made herself comfortable, anticipation singing along her skin.

Spike rested an arm behind her head, and watched the other man advance towards them.  He appreciated the ruggedness of Xander, seeing his body as a cross between his and Angel’s.  Well earned muscle rippled under tanned skin as he crawled toward the Slayer, one intent in mind.  Spike settled back to enjoy his woman receiving pleasure from another man, knowing how much she enjoyed to be eaten after sex.  He made sure that the ashtray was in easy reach, just incase he wanted to help the situation along.

Xander risked a glance up at Spike when he reached her, his mouth watering at the aspect of getting to taste her sweetness.  Spike waved the hand holding his smoke, giving him permission.  He didn’t need any further urging then that.  He dipped his head and ran his tongue along her slit.

“Uhmmmmm.” Buffy moaned, wriggling her butt against the bed.  His tongue was so warm, so different than Spike’s.  But it still felt sooo good.  Maybe this was what she should have done with Riley.  Maybe she should have invited Spike into their bed, so that she wouldn’t have had to get herself off in the shower afterwards.  She immediately rejected the idea.  It had just been her lack of feeling for Riley, and nothing would have helped.

“Like that, pet?” Spike asked conversationally, his eyes locked on Xander.  The thrust of her hips gave him his answer, and he expelled a plume of smoke with a chuckle. The sight of Xander’s head buried between her smooth thighs, while she was snuggled up so cozy to him, had his own cock springing back to life, and he found himself appreciating the view before him with more. . .vigor.  He crushed out his cigarette, and scooted down a bit, so he could capture one stiff nipple in his mouth.  Buffy gasped, and arched her back towards her lover, while grinding her cunt against Xander’s face.  This dual assault on her senses had her thrashing on the bed, her climax building to a sharp point.

Xander feasted with abandon on the quivering flesh in front of him, the fact that he was also lapping up the vampire’s semen not phasing him in the least.  The two blondes’ secretions mixed together to form an intoxicating elixir, and it had him hardening even more.

“Oh, God, yes!” She cried, her fingers fisting in Spike’s hair to hold him to her, her lower body thrusting up to smash against Xander.  She was living every woman’s dream, to have two such beautiful men worshiping her.  The image alone was enough to send her over the edge in a river of bright colors and sounds.  “OH GOD!” She screamed, her body writhing in abandon at the delicious orgasm that crashed over her.

Xander continued to lave her with his tongue, drinking everything her body offered, and wanting more.  He responded to the hand she fisted in his hair, and let her drag him up her body, crashing his mouth over hers in a hungry kiss.  Buffy sucked avidly on his tongue, drawing every drop of hers and Spike’s lingering tastes into her mouth.  Her ankles locked behind Xander’s back, and rubbed her wet cleft along his rigid shaft.  The brunette moaned into her mouth, his mind registering somewhere that the tongue flicking over his nipple belonged to the vampire.  He really didn’t care at this point, as he reached between their sweat slicked bodies and positioned himself at her opening.  He broke the kiss, so he could see her as his fantasy came true, and pushed inside of her with one smooth stroke.

“Jesus.” He gasped, when her walls clamped around him.

“Like sin and heaven all wrapped up into one, isn’t it boy?”  Spike asked, his voice muffled against Buffy’s skin.  He was alternating between the two humans nipples, delighting in the differences in taste and texture.  He growled when Buffy’s tiny hand fisted around his cock, and began pumping in time to Xander’s thrusts into her cunt.  He watched his mate's face twist with pleasure at each stroke, listening to the grunts and groans of the humans, their body heat increasing, and heart rates exploding.  The smells surrounding him were starting to make him dizzy with need, and he started to move faster, fucking Buffy’s hand, and leaned down the capture a nipple in his mouth, rolling the hard nub around his tongue.

“Yesyesyes.” Buffy gasped, when Xander’s lips latched onto her other nipple, the sensations of hot and cold burning her skin.  She was assaulted all at once with different smells, touches and tastes.  She seriously doubted she’d be able to remember her own name when this was over.  Xander moved fluidly between her thighs, his thick, pulsing shaft plowing into her depths, his heat contrasted by the cool vampire nestled against them.  She looked down at her chest, and felt a sharp bolt lance through her at the sight of two males, one light, one dark each feasting on her sensitive flesh.  She unconsciously slammed her hips harder against Xander, using her leg draped over Spike for leverage, and grinding her clit against the brunette's pelvic bone.  “Harder, Xan.  Harder,” she gasped, teetering on the edge.

Heaven, Xander thought.  This is what heaven must feel like.  He thrust harder at her insistence, his tongue ravaging the nipple that he had between his lips.  The knowledge that Spike was doing the same to her other one sent a haze slashing through his mind, successfully knocking out any doubt that he may have had left.  He couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be, then sliding in and out of her velvety heat, tasting her sweat slicked skin, and hearing her gasp his name.  Granted, it was mingled with Spike’s, but that wasn’t bothering him.  He groaned against her skin when her inner muscles clamped hard around him, punishing his aching cock and sending him spiraling.  He slammed into a few more times, the sound of his name being shrieked, and the feel of something cool, and wet splashing against his side making him explode.  He held himself rigid for moment, while he emptied himself inside of her, then collapsed against her, his breathing harsh.  He felt her fingers tangle in his hair, and the feel of something heavy and cool falling across his back and the backs of his knees.  He realized it was Spike's arm and leg, wrapping them both in an embrace, and he felt strangely protected and cherished.  It was an odd thing to feel about Spike.

Spike nuzzled his face into Buffy’s neck, drawing his tongue in lazy circles around his mark, and listening while the humans' heartbeats slowed, and their breathing calmed.  He felt deliciously tired and sated himself.  He looked at his Slayer's contented face, and smiled at the well loved glow she radiated.  It didn’t even bother him that it was due to another man.  Like he said, sexual fidelity was of little matter to him.  Although, it might have pissed him off if he wasn’t present.  Nobody touched his woman without his permission.  Had to make sure the whelp understood that before he left.

Buffy opened her eyes at the soft warning growl coming from her mate.  She smiled at him, and brought a finger up to his face, rubbing it gently against his jaw.  The sound immediately changed to a purr, which brought Xander’s head up, surprise evident on his face.

“One word, boy.  And you’re my midnight snack.”  Buffy giggled at the mock threat in the vampire’s voice, and dropped a kiss on his nose.  Xander cracked a grin, the ridiculousness of what had happened finally hitting him.  Here he was, naked, still buried to the hilt inside his best friend with her vampire curled up like some kind of massive cat next to them, purring.  He was sticky from sweat, and what he finally registered as Spike’s cum, and amazingly wasn’t disgusted.

“What are you grinning about?” Spike growled, pinning Xander with his eyes.  The grin faltered when he saw lust in the vampire’s eyes, directed at HIM.  His eyes widened, and he felt himself harden inside of Buffy, the sensation making her gasp.  He stared, mesmerized when Spike pushed up on an elbow, the arm that had been across his back moving up to cup the back of Xander's neck.  Cool fingers massaged the base of his scalp, sending little darts of pleasure through his body, and making his cock pulse again.  Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he was amazed at how quickly he seemed to be recovering in between.  Usually, it was at least a half an hour before he could even THINK about doing it again.  But, here he was, staring into the stormy, cerulean depths of the vampire’s eyes, practically shivering with the intense feeling Spike’s fingers were eliciting from him.  He felt Buffy start to thrust up on him, and groaned, grinding his hips, his eyes never leaving Spike’s.

Buffy watched in rapt attention at the heat flaring between the men.  Her heart began to pound in her chest when she saw the muscles in Spike’s arm flex, drawing the brunette towards him with an agonizing slowness.  He gave Xander plenty of time to pull away, before dipping his head, and brushing the softest of kisses across his warm mouth.  She felt Xander gasp at the sensation, her own breathing ragged while she watched.  She desperately rolled her hips, her arousal a keen, sharp edge at watching her man kiss her friend.  She’d always known that vampire’s didn’t care about gender.  They were just generally a horny lot, content to stick it wherever.  Spike was more selective, and more capable of being faithful than most of them.  Even Angel, before he got his soul, engaged in sexual adventures with a bevy of partners.  But this, SEEING it, was thrilling.

Spike pulled back a little, to gaze into the hazy, confused depths of the brunette's eyes.  A quick grin quirked his lips, and he leaned in again, applying just a bit more pressure, and darting his tongue out to taste.  Xander whimpered, his thrusts speeding up, making the Slayer squirm and gasp.  Spike felt her hand fluttering over his chest, in search of his erection again.  He evaded her, not wanting that again.  She settled for teasing his nipples with her nails, satisfied with the growl this induced.

The rumble of Spike’s lips against his when the vampire growled caused Xander to gasp.  The blonde took the opportunity to push his tongue inside, sliding it around the warm cavern of the man’s mouth before enticing his tongue into a dance.  Desire slid like a snake through Spike’s body, and he tightened his grip in Xander’s hair.  What had been meant to tease and tempt, quickly turned ravenous.  Soon their mouths were hungrily feasting on each other’s, their tongues thrusting in time to Xander’s strokes inside Buffy.

Buffy panted desperately, grinding her pelvis against Xander’s, her eyes never leaving the men.  Her hands flew over their skin as her orgasm fast approached, and she soon screamed, thrusting up hard and trembling as it rocked over her.  She was still writhing in ecstasy when she felt the weight ripped off of her, and Xander’s cock slip out of her.  She whimpered with the loss of being filled, and the feel of her vampire beside her; until she opened her hazy eyes, and saw what was happening on the opposite side of he bed.  Buffy pushed back up on the pillows, excitement slamming into her once again.

Spike had Xander pinned down, his mouth ravaging the brunette's, his lithe body pressing him into the mattress. Xander responded enthusiastically, relishing the feel of the cool body spread atop him.  He jerked when their erections touched, but not in disgust.  A lusty moan sprang from his throat to be swallowed by Spike’s mouth, and he thrust up.  Spike growled, grinding into the man, applying more pressure.  He grasped Xander’s wrists, and held them out to his side, then broke the kiss, wanting to see the boy’s face when he went over the edge, watch as realization slammed into him that it was HIM, Spike that was making him pant, and moan, and cum.  He ground their cocks together again, grinning evilly at the grunt the brunette let out. Only one problem, the construction worker’s eyes were closed, and that wouldn’t do.

“Open your eyes, Xander.”  It was more that sound of his name said in that guttural, accented voice than the command that had him opening his eyes.  Spike never called him by name, and the way it sounded had a tremor coursing through him.  Their eyes locked, and the look of hot lust in Spike’s eyes had Xander surging his hips, shock that he was letting this happen, and enjoying it, fleeing to the back of his mind.  He was amazed at how quickly Spike’s body took on his body heat, and the way the hard lines thrilled him as much as Buffy’s soft curves had.

Spike rubbed their cocks together furiously, speeding towards climax, their bodies sliding together enticing him further still.  He hadn’t been with a man since Angel, he forgot how different, yet no less thrilling than being with a woman.   He growled deep in his chest, feeling his sac tighten in preparation to shoot.  He buried his cool lips in the human’s throat, and bit hard with his blunt teeth, shuddering at the cry Xander let out.  He felt the warm splash of Xander’s semen, the secretion lubing their friction.  His eyes squeezed shut as his own climax overtook him, his cool seed spilling between them, his mixing with the brunette's.  He collapsed, dazed on top of the hard body beneath him.

Buffy’s cries of release cut through his brain, making his undead heart clench in his chest. He lazily lifted his head to see his woman, with her hand buried in her cunt, her other hand squeezing her nipples, and her eyes locked on them.  The two males watched as she rode out her spasms, the sight of her turning them on yet again.  At the moment, however, they were both too spent to do anything about it.

After a minute, Spike felt Xander wiggle underneath him, and he cocked a brow at him.

“Get up, Spike.” He demanded, trying to give him a push.  For some reason, anger shot through the vampire, and his eyes flashed gold.

“Don’t go getting all squeamish on me now, boy.  You wanted what I just did.” He snarled, before crashing his mouth against the human’s in a punishing kiss.  He was surprised to feel Xander responding, no hint of revulsion evident.  When he pulled back, he narrowed his eyes and studied him, trying to figure him out.  Xander huffed in annoyance, and gave the vamp another push.

“Not getting squeamish, Spike. I think we’re beyond that.  You’re just not as light as you look.”  Spike chuckled and rolled away, resting his head on Buffy’s thigh.

“You like that, luv?” He asked, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

“Uhm, yeah.” she admitted with a giggle.  They both watched in appreciation when Xander stretched.  The brunette looked down at his glistening stomach and grimaced.

“Think I can get a towel?” He asked, turning to look at the two blondes.  He returned their grins, and luckily didn’t seem to have the energy to blush.  He didn’t have any idea how he was going to face the rest of their friends after this, but right no, he didn’t care.

“Go take a shower.  Guess I’ll get us something together to eat. All this shagging’s made me a bit peckish.  How bout you, luv?”

“Yeah, I could eat.  Something tells me I’m going to need all the energy I can get.”  Her mind screamed definitely ‘YES’ when she found two sets of very hot eyes burning into her.

“We’re only just getting started, baby.” Spike purred, nipping gently at the skin of her thigh, then sliding off the bed.  “Go, shower. Don’t do anything without me.” He warned, walking out of the bedroom without looking back.  They both heard the very thinly veiled threat in the vamps voice, and Buffy smiled softly at his jealousy, telling him mentally he had nothing to worry about.  Xander, on the other hand, felt a quick stab of fear.

“Xander, go take a shower.” Buffy ordered, settling against the pillows and yawning sleepily.  He nodded and got up, then padding towards the door.  He paused and turned back to her, his eyes guarded.

“Buffy, about what just happened. . .”

“Won’t leave this room, Xander.  Or this apartment.” She added as an afterthought. “It doesn’t even have to continue, if you don’t want it to.  Now, or ever.  You can leave, and forget it happened.”

“Not likely in this lifetime, Buff.” He said with a quick smile.  “I’ve never. . .with a man before.”  He admitted quietly.

“Really?  Wouldn’t know it.  And you didn’t even get to the good stuff.” She teased, running a hand through hair, and grimacing at the tangles she encountered.  “He’d be very easy with you.” She said more seriously, fighting back the smile at the mix of shock and curiosity that hit her friend's face.

“One thing at a time, okay.  Not too sure I could handle much more.”  Xander picked at a chip in the paint of the doorframe, wondering where these feelings were coming from.  He wanted the vampire, almost as much as he wanted Buffy, and he just didn’t get it.

“Don’t over think it, Xan.  Like Spike says, just feel.  It’s only wrong if you let it be.”  He nodded, and turned to go to the bathroom, stopping again when her quiet question reached him.  “Do you understand, Xander, why it’s him?”  He took a second to think, and nodded again.

“I think I’m starting to.”  It wasn’t the sex, it was the emotion Spike put into it.  The way he worshiped her, and loved her and protected her, all of it swirling in his eyes when he looked at her.  “I’m starting to.” He amended, flashing her a smile, before leaving her happy and content in the bedroom.

AN: To those that might be wondering just what the hell I was thinking when I wrote this, and much less, WHY I’m continuing, well, I noticed a void in our little BtVS fan fiction world, and decided to fill it.  There are tons of stories with every pairing, trio imaginable, except one.  X/S/B.  I have not found one, and I decided to do one.  Sorry if that offends, but hey, we’re all entitled to our ideas, and as a writer, I must go where the plot bunnies dictate.  If you don’t like it, fine.  Just please don’t flame because you don’t agree with my vision.  Lisa


Chapter 2

AN: Hey guys, I’m so thrilled that you guys’ are enjoying this.  I was wondering how it would go over, and was just a little nervous.  Thanks again.  Just remember, this is my first slash piece, so, I’m going to try to keep it good.  Lol.  Oh, and somebody asked for Anya.  No.  This is about B/S/X, and where as Anya might make an appearance in the story, she will NOT make an appearance in the bed with them.  Sorry.  Maybe next story. Snicker.  Enjoy, and PLEASE review.  Need to know that I’m doing all right.  Lisa

Xander was walking slowly through the entrance to the cemetery, deep in thought.  He held his coat closed from the chill of the evening, the sound of his boots crunching through the dry, dead leaves going unnoticed to his ears.  He knew better than to be so unaware of his surroundings, especially in a graveyard.  But he couldn’t get the memories of two nights ago out of his mind.  They were distracting, to say the least.

After he had left the bedroom, he had gone straight to take a shower.  It was then that the realization of what had just happened hit him.  He’d just KISSED and had an orgasm, because of Spike.  And he liked it.  A lot.  Much to his horror, he found himself unconsciously masturbating, his hand slick with soap, while the scene replayed in his head.  Spike’s cool tongue stabbing into his mouth.  The feel of his hard, lean length pressed against him.  Buffy’s moans filling the air around them as she watched.  Spike’s velvet, smooth cock rubbing against his, creating the wickedest friction.

As his hand flew faster over his engorged flesh, the memory twisted and changed, until Xander saw himself kneeling before the vampire, much like Buffy had, and taking his length into his body.  Him with the same look of exquisite pleasure twisted across his face that had been on the Slayer’s.  The image made Xander cry out and cum, his semen splashing over his hand and into the water at his feet. He’d slumped hard against the shower wall, panting and shaking.  He was so confused. He’d never had thoughts like this about another man, much less Spike.  Why now?

For a brief moment, he had the absurd notion that Willow’s sudden gayness was catching.  Buffy’s words pushed into his mind, about not over thinking it, which he obviously was doing.

His thoughts turned to her.  Never, since he had met her, did he actually think that he would have a chance to do what he had just done. His dream had come true, and he found that it wasn’t enough.  He still wanted her; and a taste had turned his want into a terrible hunger.  He was afraid he would never have enough and that turned his thoughts full circle to Spike. The love between the two was immense, he could finally admit.  Why would they want to continue with him in the mix?  Why would Xander want to continue?  He’d never have her heart the way he wanted.  Would having her body be enough?  And what about Spike?  Why were these odd feelings for the creature that had been the bane of his existence not twenty-four hours ago, popping up now?

He needed to get out of here, he’d finally decided, and go home to think.  The apartment was empty now with Anya gone; and he’d have plenty of alone time to figure it out.  So, he’d gotten himself together and exited the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist.  He then took a deep breath and opened the door, shivering a bit at the chill, before walking down the short hall to the bedroom.

He stuttered to a stop in the doorway, his eyes riveted to the two on the bed.  Spike had come back into the room, while Xander was in the bathroom, a tray of food sitting forgotten on the nightstand.  The vampire was on his back, his arms thrown over his head, his eyes locked on the woman above him.  Buffy was straddling him, her hips gyrating with an agonizing slowness, her head thrown back, her hands braced against Spike’s stomach for balance.  She was so positively stunning in that moment, Xander forgot his decision and almost stripped his towel to join them.  It was the heat of those blue eyes on him that reminded him of his decision and he stiffly went to search out the clothes he had thrown off earlier.

“Goin’ somewhere, whelp?” Spike asked, his accented voice thick with lust.  Buffy slowly raised her head and looked at him, her rhythm never faltering as she watched the brunette get dressed.

“Have to get up early tomorrow.” Xander said, not looking at the bed again in fear that he would lose his resolve.  The smell of sex tickled his nose; and the sound of their moans filled his ears.  He waited until he was fully dressed before turning back to them, his mind blanking out once more.  Spike had a firm grip on Buffy’s waist and was slamming up into her, the power of his thrusts making her gasp for air.  Her breasts bounced in an enticing manner, her hair flew around her head, and her skin was slick with sweat and flushed with desire.  Her eyes were filled with love as she gazed down at her lover, his name falling from her lips.  They seemed to crest and fall together, their bodies spasming as one.

With a cry, Buffy slumped forward, and Spike’s arms immediately came around her, holding her close. It was that moment that Xander decided he needed to leave and soon.

“I’ll let myself out.”  He said quickly, then turned and fled from the searing looks they both gave him.  He moved quickly, half-afraid they would try to stop him, and half-afraid they wouldn’t.  It wasn’t until he was safely outside the door that he let out the breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding.  He’d taken a minute to collect himself, before walking down the hall, out the main door, and into the night.

That had been two sleepless nights ago, and he was still no closer to an answer.  When he did manage to doze off, his dreams were filled with crystal clear pictures of golden skin and pale limbs, hard muscle and soft curves.  He’d barely been able to concentrate at work, finding himself zoning out several times during the day.  Thankfully, the blondes left him alone, and amazingly no great threat to the world had popped up to force him to deal with them.  Willow had been the only person he had talked to, which had been brief, for fear he would spill all.  Other than that, he had been alone.  Completely, and utterly alone.  And it sucked.

He didn’t let himself think when he pulled on his jacket tonight and headed out the door.  He just needed to get out, away from the silence of his apartment and the thundering of his own thoughts.  He didn’t think about where he was going.  He didn’t even acknowledge that the glance at his watch told him just where they would be.  His feet carried him to the graveyard without checking with his brain first; and now he was here, lost in the thoughts he had been trying to escape yet unconsciously searching for the pair that haunted his dreams.

Which was why he didn’t see the vampire bursting out of the ground next to him.

~*~*~

“God, what a slow night.” Buffy complained, pouting.  She scowled at her mate when he chuckled and gave him a light slap on his arm.

“Want to knock off early and go work out some of that energy that’s burning under your skin?” Spike asked, leering at her.  She rolled her eyes and kept walking, idly twirling a stake in her hand.  The blonde vampire chuckled again and fell into step with her once more.  He was feeling a little itchy himself and a spot of violence would have been just the right cure; but for some reason, the nasties weren’t cooperating.  Of course, he also knew that wasn’t the only thing making her so edgy, and he was losing his patience with waiting for her to talk to him about it.  “Pet.”  He called, reaching out and grasping her elbow, bringing her to a stop.

“Hm?” She asked, smiling.  She took a minute to appreciate the way the moonlight cast an ethereal glow over him, his beauty even more pronounced.  The black leather of his coat creaked when he stepped closer to her and rested his hands lightly on her hips.

“Have you talked to him?”  Her smile immediately fell, and she placed her hands on his chest, after tucking the stake in her pocket.  She shook her head, sending her ponytail bouncing around her neck.

“No.  I’m trying to wait and see if he’ll come to me.”  She said, worry marring her brow.  She was afraid she had lost one of her best friends.  “Do you think I made a mistake, asking him to come over?”  She looked up into his eyes and had to smile at the love she saw there.

“He didn’t have to, luv.  He didn’t have to do anything that night.  It was up to him, and he made the choice. Now he has to deal with it and decide what he wants to do.”  Spike told her matter of fact.

“I guess so.  But we’ve been friends so long, I don’t like to think that got destroyed because of what we did.”

“It won’t be.  He’s just been thrown for a spin.  He’ll come ‘round.  You’ll see.”  Buffy gave a slight, unconvinced nod and slid her arms around his neck.  She stared into his eyes and took comfort in the certainty she saw there.

“You want him, don’t you?” She asked, without jealousy or anger.  In fact, her voice held a light twinge of amusement that had the vampire scowling.

“And you don’t?”  He shot back, tightening his hold on her.  She giggled at his indignant look and leaned up to playfully nip at his soft bottom lip.  A low growl rumbled his chest, sending a shot of arousal slicing through her.  She loved it when he did that, almost as much as she loved it when he purred.

“I asked you first.” She said, blinking her eyes in a coy manner.  His scarred brow shot up.

“S’not the point, pet.  I’m a vampire.  Wanting him is different for me than you.”

“Whatever.” She said with a roll of her eyes.  Men, she thought testily.  “I love you.  Stop with the jealousy.  I’m not Dru.  I will be with you until the end, now, ‘fess up.” She demanded.  Spike sighed and tried to figure out a way to express himself properly.  This was one of the few times he wished she was a vampire, because he wouldn’t have to try to put a name on it.  It would just be understood.  He finally decided that simple was best.

“Yeah.  I want him.  Happy?”  He practically snarled.  She chuckled at his ire, and nodded.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“I got something hard for you.” He sneered, pressing his denim-clad erection into her abdomen.  She smirked at him and pressed back, enjoying his little gasp.  “What about you?  You still want him to play with us?”  She stopped and thought before she answered, finding that she had as hard a time expressing it as he did.

“Yeah, I do.  Not that I want it all the time.  I love it when it’s just you and me.” She quickly assured him.  “But, it was exciting and different.” Buffy didn’t know how to explain it, especially since this was Xander they were talking about.  The man she had been trying to make understand that there was no chance with her.  And here, she’d gone and had sex with him.  Great sex.  Awesome sex.  Not mind blowing sex, because that was what she had with Spike.  It was a bit, unexpected.

“Sh, it’s okay, luv.  I understand.” He whispered, his eyes burning hot, the hands sliding under her shirt deliciously cool.  She shivered from his touch, her hazel orbs darkening with promise. He smoothed his fingers over her skin, skimming them around her waist, and reverently cupping her unbound breasts.  “So beautiful.” He murmured, watching the pleasure swirl in her eyes.  Her heart started to pound under his fingers, enticing him to touch.  He gently pinched her already hardening nipples, smiling at the way she arched toward him.  “Look at the little Slayer, panting over a demon.” He teased, lowering his mouth until it was hovering just above hers.

“Shut up and kiss me.” She ordered, her eyes already closing in anticipation.  They snapped back open when she suddenly felt herself stumbling forward, the solid wall of vampire gone.  She caught her balance and started to look around, instantly catching sight of black leather.  He was taking off at a full run and moving fast, intent on whatever had triggered his vampy senses.  Buffy rolled her eyes and cursed the night things for deciding that NOW was a good time pop up, then took off after him.

~*~*~

Xander felt his breath leave him when he was slammed up against the crypt wall.  He blinked his eyes in a daze, yelling at himself for being so fucking stupid. *See what happens when you let your dick think for you?  You wind up an undead’s midnight snack. * He thought, trying to get his bearings so he could try to fight.

He pushed ineffectually on the hard wall of vampire flesh pinning him against the crypt and felt his heart triple time in his chest.  The thing, leering at him with gleaming yellow eyes, took a minute to anticipate the taste of fear-seasoned blood, before moving in for the kill.  Xander squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of the razor sharp fangs pricking his neck and started to struggle more.  He gasped at when the teeth entered his flesh, the white-hot pain bursting through him.

His finally managed to find purchase on the really smelly thing, and gave him a hard shove backwards.  His eyes opened, and he reached for the stake that should have been in his jacket.  Panic slammed into him when all he clutched was and empty pocket, and he started searching for something, ANYTHING to use.  The vampire growled in fury and tensed to lunge at his dinner, a look of shock widening his eyes at the last second.

Xander slumped against the crypt, relief nearly crippling him when the thing exploded into a cloud of dust.  His heart slammed against his chest when he saw Spike stalking through the falling vampire debris, his face telling Xander he was pissed.  He watched Spike advance, recognizing the grace in which the vampire moved, and feeling a slight tremor of fear lance through him.  His neck throbbed from where he’d got bitten, and he felt a little dizzy; but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Spike, anticipation flaring bright.

Spike slapped his palms on the concrete on either side of Xander’s head, his blue orbs angry and to Xander’s surprise, swirling with lust.

“Got a death wish, boy?” Spike snarled, gold flashing through his eyes.  Xander just stared at him in dumb silence, the rushing sound of his blood, echoing in his ears.  Spike looked down at the puncture in the brunette’s neck and smiled.  Xander shivered at the steely edge to it.  “You wanna get bitten, whelp, you come to me.  Not some fledgling.” The blonde spat out the word like it was the vilest thing in the world.  Xander didn’t answer, just swallowed heavily, unconsciously turning his head and bearing his neck.  He heard a low growl, followed by the feel of cool, gentle lips on his skin.

The brunette shuddered when Spike gingerly latched onto the seeping wound, and with the utmost care, started to lightly suck.  His mind screamed at him to stop Spike, but his body would hear nothing of it.  His cock surged to life at the feel of that mouth on him, taking his essence and drawing it in.  He groaned, long and low, instinctively leaning toward the vampire, desperate to feel the hard body against his.

Spike growled again in response and did what Xander silently asked.  Their bodies were pressed tightly together, the crypt the only thing holding them up.  The taste of the man’s blood was rich, and sweet with arousal and the remnants of fear.  Everything Xander wanted was imbedded in his blood, and Spike was more than willing to give it to him.  He gently ran his tongue over the wound, closing the holes.

“Well.” Buffy’s voice cut into the erotic haze that had twined around the two men.  “Should I be jealous?” She asked, her voice thick with want.  Xander opened his eyes and saw that she standing just in his line of vision.  Her chest was heaving in deep breaths, and her eyes were locked on them.  Spike smiled as the scent of her arousal reached him; but he didn’t raise his head.  Instead, he continued to soothe the wound on the man’s throat, lapping up the last few drops of blood.

“Hello, pet.”  He said, his mouth vibrating against Xander’s neck with his words.  “Lookie what I found.”

“I see.” She answered, slowly approaching them.  “Not doing anything I need to stake you for, are you? Although, by the look on his face, he’s not minding it.” She said with a breathless chuckle.  Xander blinked, finally starting to come back to himself.

“He got himself bitten.  I’m just administering a little first aid.” Spike told her, slowly lifting his head.

“Like I said, a Boy Scout.”  She smiled at the scowl he shot at her.  She then turned and looked at Xander, her body responding to the lust in his eyes.  She leaned up and brushed her lips over his, sending a shudder through them both.

“I think that we need to move this little party inside.” Spike suggested, his eyes dark.

“I was looking for you.” Xander said, snapping out of his daze.  He looked a little nervous now and a lot vulnerable.  Buffy laid a gentle hand against his cheek and smiled.

“We know.” Was all she said, before taking his hand, then reaching out for her vampire as well. When she had both males’ hands clasped firmly in hers, she led them out of the graveyard and started in the direction of Spike’s apartment, looking back quizzically when Xander paused.

“My place is closer.” He told them, dropping his eyes to the sidewalk.  Spike and Buffy glanced at each to her, then turned to go back the other way.  They didn’t speak as they walked, each unconsciously lengthening their steps until they were practically running toward Xander’s building.  Their laughs carried through the night, as the two men played an impromptu game of tag, their antics making Buffy giggle.  They barely managed to keep quiet when they burst through the glass door of the brunette’s apartment building.  They sprinted up the stairs, skidding to a stop outside his door, while Xander fumbled with the keys.

As soon as the door was open, they were through it, clothes flying in odd directions with their haste to get to bare skin.  Buffy moaned appreciatively when she found herself pinned between two equally aroused male bodies.  The combination of cold and hot assaulted her senses, and there was NO way she was going to make it to the bedroom.  Dual moans filled her ears when her tiny hands searched for and found their thick, hard cocks.  She shivered in anticipation, letting them pull her to the floor in a heap of limbs.  Hands coursed over her skin, their rough fingers and palms making her squirm in need.

“Oh god!” She gasped, when two fingers thrust hard into her channel, .  She felt a warm mouth latch onto her breast, and a cool one capture her ear.  Her hands continued to pump the hard flesh in her gasp, her hips moving in time with her movements.  Too soon, she felt herself start to tumble.  She shrieked when the climax crashed through her, their names falling from her tongue in a garbled mix.

Spike ran his tongue lovingly over her throat, his hand cupping the breast that Xander wasn’t feasting on.  He heard Xander’s gasps as Buffy’s hand quickened her pace.  Spike slid his erection away from her vice like grasp, smiling at her moan of protest.  He pulled back a bit, to watch as Xander’s cock shot thick white streams of semen all over her stomach, his groans lost in the soft flesh of her bosom.

When they had both calmed, Spike slid his fingers out of Buffy, and licked them clean, before leaning over and doing the same to her tight stomach.  The two humans watched in rapt fascination as he did this, his pleasure at tasting the salty secretions on his woman’s skin evident on his sharp feature.

“Jesus.” Xander gasped, feeling his erection spring back to life at the sight of Spike’s tongue lapping up his cum.  Spike chuckled, the sound thick with his own pent-up arousal.

“Oh, my poor baby.” Buffy murmured, her eyes falling on the magnificent, although painful looking hard on her lover had.  She sat up and pushed him back until he was kneeling in front of her, his shaft angled proudly against his stomach.  “Let’s see if I can’t make that better.” She murmured, getting up on her own knees and dipping low in front of him.  Spike spread his knees, to afford her more room, a growl escaping him at the first swipe of her tongue against his swollen flesh.  Through half lidded eyes, he watched Xander moved behind her, laying on his back and maneuvering her until her dripping channel was positioned over his face.  Her squeal of delight, when Xander started to lick and suck at her sex, had Spike’s cock twitching against his stomach.  Then, she took him fully into her mouth until the head bumped the back of her throat, and all thought stopped.  He ran a hand lovingly over her silky hair, his gaze alternating between watching her and her quivering bottom that was being kneaded by Xander who was below her.  Just beyond that delectable sight was the long, nude form of the brunette, his own erection painful looking.

Spike thrust up, deeper into her warm mouth, the smells permeating the air making him hunger for even more.  He wanted both of these humans, and it was his intent to have them.

Buffy shuddered as Xander lavished her with his tongue, his ministrations making her hazy.  She feasted hungrily on her mate, picking up speed at his insistence, swirling her tongue around the soft skin, almost desperate for him to cum in her mouth.  She cried out against his hard shaft when Xander drew her clit into his mouth and lightly sucked, then blew, the fluttery sensation of his breath on her had causing her to slam her hips and grind her sex against his face.  She finally realized why Anya was so intent on telling everybody about their sex life.  Buffy had a tendency to sing Spike’s praises, too.

“God, pet.” Spike gasped, gripping a hand in her hair as he came.  Buffy greedily gulped down the cool, thick fluid as it flooded her mouth, licking him clean before letting him slide from her lips.  Her breath was coming in short pants now, her climax imminent.  With a choked cry, it washed over her, spilling her juices into Xander’s eager mouth.  She trembled and twitched, and finally collapsed against her mate, grateful for his steady hands.  Xander rolled onto his side, and moved until he was facing the two blondes, a smile touching his lips.  He looked up at Spike, who had somehow managed to stay up on his knees, holding onto the shivering Slayer with the utmost reverence.

“Beautiful.” He murmured, smiling at the sharp look the vampire gave him.  He could have sworn, if Spike were capable, he would have blushed.  “Both of you.  Beautiful.” He restated.  Spike rolled his eyes, but looked pleased despite himself.

“Yeah, well, you’re not too hard on the eyes yourself.” He said gruffly, stroking the soft hair under his fingers.  Buffy made a noise that sounded like an agreement and raised her head.  She allowed Spike to pick her up, and slid her arms around his neck as he stood fluidly.  “Come on, whelp.  Let’s break in that bed.”  Spike didn’t look back as he started in the direction of Xander’s bedroom, knowing the brunette would be right behind them.

Spike place her gently on the bed, then went to the nightstand to search through the contents.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?”  Xander asked, coming in and settling on the bed next to Buffy.  She mewled when he slid a large hand across her stomach and over her breasts, lightly teasing the nipples with a work-roughened palm.  Spike glanced over at them and smirked, then went back to his search without answering the brunette.  Xander rolled his eyes, then let his gaze wander over the smooth lines of the vampire’s body.  His hand continued its leisurely exploration of Buffy’s body, his soft touch igniting her arousal to a slow burn.  She too, watched her vampire rummaging around in the drawers, wondering what he was up to. Her mouth watered at his pale form illuminated in the light coming from the window, her back arching to press her body against her friend’s hand.

Her mind wandered as the two humans waited for Spike to find whatever he was looking for.  She smiled when she thought of how there had been no hesitation this time, the trio moving fluidly together as soon as they were through the door.

“Maybe, if you tell me what you’re looking for, we can speed this up a bit.”  Xander suggested, his fear of whatever was going on inside of him, apparently a memory now.  He was impatient for the vampire to get back in bed, so they could get back to the fun.

“Aha!” Spike said, holding up his prize.  “Knew the demon bird liked it kinky.” He half mumbled to himself, twisting the cap off the lube he had found.  Buffy shivered in anticipation as he squirted a good dollop in his hand, and started to rub it over his semi hard cock.  Xander fought back the embarrassment Spike’s offhanded comment caused, memories of just how he and Anya had used the lightly scented gel springing to mind.  His attention turned back to the blonde male, when he felt the mattress dip with his weight.

“Come here, baby.” Spike whispered, catching her when she flew into his arms.  He returned her hungry kiss, his tongue battling with hers in a war that would never be won.  He used her position to slide his lubed up fingers between the firm cheeks of her ass, sliding one easily inside her anal passage.  She moaned into his mouth, and thrust back on his hand.  He pumped his finger inside of her for a minute, before slowly adding a second, then a third, gradually stretching her.  She whimpered, her limbs trembling with the sensations he was causing.

Xander’s eyes never left the pair, the knowledge of what Spike was preparing to do, making him harden further.

Spike broke the kiss, and stared up into his woman’s eyes, his unneeded breath hitching in his chest at the lust and love swirling in her bright eyes.  She sighed in protest when he slipped his fingers out of her.

“Turn around, pet.” He instructed, waiting until she was on her knees.  He moved behind her, positioning his lube slicked cock at the prepared entrance to her ass.  He looked up at Xander just as he started to push, his speed slow to give her time to adjust.

“Oh, fuck.” Buffy gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy as he entered her rear, filling her completely.  Xander thought about going over and sliding his aching erection into her hot mouth; but apparently Spike had other ideas.

The vampire’s eyes closed for a brief second as he slid home.  He shuddered at the tightness around him, the warmth threatening to make him tumble before he was ready.  Buffy’s impatient wiggling wasn’t doing him any favor’s either.  He firmly gripped her hips and stilled her movements, giving her a tight smile when she shot a glare at him over her shoulder.

“Pull up, pet.” She looked confused until he straightened, sliding his hand up to her shoulder and tugging.  She allowed him to pull her up, gasping as the angle changed, becoming nearly painful.  “Hold on, kitten.  Just relax.”  He purred, turning his eyes back to Xander.  “Come here, Xander.” He demanded.  The brunette pushed himself up, and crawled over to them, the sight of Buffy, spread out, and impaled on Spike’s shaft causing a haze to enter his mind.  Her knees were positioned on the outside of Spike’s, his own knees parted a bit to open her up more.  “Lay down.” Spike’s voice was rough from trying to keep control, wanting so desperately to plow into her soft body, but wanting to give her this intense pleasure.  Once Xander was laying flat on his back, Spike pushed to his knees, groaning at the shift of his cock inside of her, and gripped her tight around the waist.  He maneuvered them over the brunette, growling when he smelled her fresh arousal once she figured out what he was going to do.  She didn’t move, her eyes locking with Xander’s as Spike positioned them.

“Don’t push up, let me lower her.” Spike instructed, gritting his teeth.  Xander nodded dumbly, too intent on the vision above him to even think about moving.  He sucked in a harsh breath when he felt Buffy’s tiny hand clasp him, and position him at her wet, heat.  “Tell me when.” Spike said, feeling his hold on his control straining to the breaking point.  She nodded, holding her breath as she was lowered, oh so slowly onto Xander’s hard length.

“Shit.” Xander gasped, his eyes glazing over.  Buffy slid down him, engulfing him in her heat; and Spike’s shaft rubbed against his through the thin barrier between them.  The three shuddered as one when she was settled fully on both of them.  Spike released his hold on her, and gently lowered her until she sprawled across Xander’s chest.  Both humans’ were breathing ragged and shallow, their hearts beating rapidly.

“Just stay still, pet.  Let us do the work.” He whispered in her ear, planting his hands on either side of Xander’s head, and taking most of his weight on them, so as not to crush the Slayer.  He stared down into the brown eyes of the brunette, and started to shift his hips.  They all groaned with the sensation, and Xander thrust up in response.

Buffy nearly sobbed with pleasure at being filled with the two of them.  Her poor body was ablaze with sensation, her skin slick with sweat.  She rested comfortably between her two lovers, the delicious friction of the two cocks sliding inside of her, her sensitive breasts rubbing on Xander’s chest, and her back protected by her mate making her feel cherished.

It wasn’t long before the sensations overtook her, and she was begging for more, harder, faster, NOW.  She began pumping her hips, sliding them alternately out of her, grinding her clit against Xander’s pelvic bone with each down thrust.

*So much for control* Spike thought as he gave into both their needs and slammed into her.  Xander groaned, long and loud, the duel friction driving him over the edge.  He was writhing below the blonde pair, his hands flying over their skin, until he was gripping Spike’s ass, urging him harder.  Buffy screamed at the assault, her body shuddering violently with pleasure.

The humans’ mouths found each other’s as the vampire fucked them both into the mattress, their tongues and lips desperate as their climaxes overtook them with a brutal intensity.  Spike felt Buffy’s muscles clamp tight around both him and Xander, and felt the pulse as the other man emptied himself deep within her, and screamed out when he came, his face morphing and his fangs sinking into his mark on her throat. Buffy actually lost consciousness for a second when this happened, the pleasure and pain too intense for her to take.

When she came to, she was on her side nestled comfortably between her men, their arms wrapped lovingly around her.

“All right, baby?” Spike asked, knowing the instant she woke up.  She giggled, and nodded.

“Don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week, but yeah.  That was . . . ”

“Amazing.” Xander finished for her when she seemed lost for a word.  Spike raised his head and grinned wolfishly at the brunette, then kissed his Slayer on the shoulder.  She sighed happily and snuggled back against him, then rested a hand on Xander’s chest just over his heart.

“Yeah, amazing.” She concurred, trying to push away the thoughts that were threatening in the back of her mind.  She so didn’t want to let go of this euphoria just yet.

“I can practically hear the wheels spinning in your head, Slayer.  What’s on your mind?”  Spike said, raising up on an elbow and looking down at her.  Xander opened his own eyes and turned toward her, his brows drawn together in question.

“It’s nothing.” She said, drawing Xander closer and pulling Spike’s free arm over her waist.  She shivered a bit as the air hit her cooling body.  Xander reached to the foot of the bed and grabbed the throw that was draped over the end, then threw it over Buffy.  She smiled in thanks, but averted her eyes.

“What’s wrong, Buff?” He asked, rolling on his side to face her.  Spike leaned down and kissed her throat again, lightly playing his tongue over his mark.  She swatted playfully at him and giggled.

“Stop that.  I’ll never get this out if you keep that up.  And I think, we need to talk before we go any further.”  Spike groaned and rolled away, pushing off the bed.  “Where the hell are you going? This involves you too.” She asked indignantly.

“Just going to get my smokes, pet. If we’re going to be chatting about emotions and such, I’m going to need some nicotine.” And a stiff drink, he thought to himself.  He was back in less than a minute, a small dish from the kitchen clutched in his hand to use for an ashtray.  Buffy waited until he was resettled behind her and had balanced the dish on her hip before continuing.

“Xander, when you left the other night, and then I didn’t hear from you, I was afraid that we’d ruined our friendship.” She said quickly, studying a point on his chest to avoid meeting his eyes.  Xander glanced up at Spike, and saw the vampire studying him intently, the look in his eyes telling the man that he had better be careful what he said to her.  Xander took a deep breath and flopped onto his back.

“You’ve been my friend for a long time, Buffy.  There’s nothing to worry about.  I’ll always be your friend.” He told her, realizing that he did mean it.  No matter what happened between them in the bedroom, he’d be there for her until the world ended.  He didn’t see many relationships surviving his devotion to her, to them, the tiny voice in the back of his mind amended.  “I love you, Buffy.” He said, giving her a smile.  He started at the low growl emanating from the vampire and rolled his eyes.  “Stop with the possessive thing, Spike.  You might be able to keep emotions out of it, but I can’t.  I’m not IN love with her, but I do love her.”  The growl stopped, and Spike gave a short nod, crushing out his cigarette in the dish then putting it on the night stand.

“So, do we keep this up or what?  Like to know who I’ll be sleeping next to at night.”  The vampire said casually.  He grunted when Buffy elbowed him.  “Wha?  Think it’s only right to ask the boy what his intentions are.”

“Yeah, but you could have found more diplomatic way of saying it.” She scolded, rolling her eyes at the unrepentant grin he gave her.

“I want to.” Xander said quietly.  It was his turn to avert his eyes, studying a point in the ceiling like it held the answers to the universe.  He let out a very unmanly squeak when Spike was suddenly in his line of sight, midnight blue eyes burning into his, a lithe body pressing him into the bed.

“You ready for this?”  His words held a thousand different meanings, and Xander could have picked any one of them and ran with it.  Instead, he chose the one that he knew Spike meant and nodded his head, raising a shaking hand to the back of the vampire’s hair, and drawing him down.  They both heard Buffy gasp the second before their mouths touched, and then, there was only the kiss.

Warm met cold and lightening struck, singing along their nerve endings to points south and back up again.  They hardened against each other, their hips moving instinctively together.  Spike broke the kiss, and roamed his lips over the man’s face and throat.  Xander felt the barest pain as Spike’s fang sliced open the bite mark on his neck.  He turned his head, to give the vampire better access, the pull of his lips against his throat making his cock pulse.  His hazy eyes landed on Buffy, who was staring at them with wide, arousal filled eyes.  She licked her lips, the sight of her tongue darting out making Xander moan.  He took his hand away from Spike’s neck and held it out to Buffy, who shook her head.

“No.  I want to . . . watch.”  She admitted, her skin flushing prettily.  Spike raised his head and looked at her, a sly smile on his lips.  She trembled at the sight of Xander’s blood staining her lover’s mouth.  He licked it off with sensuous slowness, the act causing both humans’ to moan.  Spike looked back down at Xander, lowering his head and placed the gentlest of kisses the brunette had ever received on his mouth.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want.” Spike assured, not waiting for the answering nod before sliding down a bit and running his tongue across the warm chest beneath him.  Xander’s breath caught in his throat at the feel of the cool organ swirling over his flesh.  His eyes wanted to drift close with the pleasure; but he forced them to stay open, the sight of Spike tasting him making his desire flare brighter.

The vampire moved unhurriedly down Xander’s body, taking his time to memorize the dips and planes of the hard muscles quivering under the tanned skin.  He flicked his tongue experimentally over a flat nipple, enjoying the moan that ripped from the man’s throat.  He teased the nubbin with his teeth until he was satisfied, then licked and kissed his way across to the other one. He didn’t touch Xander with anything other than his mouth, wanting him to get used to it.  He worked his way down his chest and across his taut stomach, taking a minute to dip his tongue inside his naval.

Xander’s breathing was coming in ragged gasps, fear and anticipation making his heart race, the closer Spike got to his goal.  His hands clenched in the covers, and his hips surged up when he felt the brush of cool lips against his hipbone.  He swirled his tongue around the flesh there, inhaling deep the smell of the human’s arousal, as well as the lingering scent of his Slayer on the pulsing member that was just within his mouth’s reach.  He looked at Xander, his eyes questioning.

The brunette was at the point of bursting already, and he was desperate to feel the vampire’s mouth on his throbbing erection.  He was so hot, Spike’s touch leaving a trail of cold fire in its wake.  He nodded frantically, silently begging for the vampire to ease the ache that had been haunting him for the past two days.

With an agonizing slowness, and his eyes still burning into Xander’s, Spike lowered his head, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue across the column of hard flesh.  He heard the dual gasps when he did it, his own body hardening with the knowledge that his mate was watching him pleasure her friend and getting excited about it.  A few more swipes across the hot length had Xander writhing with need, his hips rising off the bed, trying to urge Spike into taking him in.  An evil smile curled the vampire’s lips, the feralness of it making Xander whimper.

“Think I should quit playing with him, luv?” He asked Buffy, his tone deceptively light.  He chuckled at her gaped mouth, wide-eyed expression.  She nodded quickly, afraid to blink or she might miss something.  He looked back up at Xander, to make sure he had his attention, then, dipped his head and slid his mouth over the velvety steel of the human’s cock.

“Oh my God.” The brunette gasped when Spike took him in.  His mouth was so wet, so cold, it was like being encased in ice.  He surged off the bed, nearly exploding from the sensation alone.  Then, the blonde put his tongue into play, investigating every vein and the weeping slit in the tip, then pushing him further in until he tapped the back of Spike’s throat.

Spike worked him slowly, drawing out the experience as long as he could.  He gently scraped his teeth along the side, eliciting a lusty groan from the man beneath him.  Xander’s head was thrashing on the bed, incoherent words tumbling from his lips.  He jumped nearly off the bed when Spike’s hand closed around his balls, massaging them while his mouth worked its magic on his dick.

“Ohgodohgodohgod.” He chanted, feeling his orgasm start.  Spike let go of his balls when he felt them tighten, and grabbed the base of Xander’s shaft, then started to suck him for all he was worth.  The brunette went stiff when he exploded, his cock pumping his seed into the blonde’s mouth.  The vampire greedily swallowed every drop, relishing the warm saltiness as it slid down his throat. *Much better than Angel* he thought. *Bastard was too cold.* Spike realized on some level that he was forever ruined for vampires.  After having the warmth of these two special humans, he’d never be able to have sex with a vampire again.

Once he was sure that Xander was done, he let the rapidly deflating phallus slip from his lips.  The sounds of gasping breaths filled his ears, reminding him of his own desire, and the fact that his erection was more than a little painful.  He turned his bright blue eyes onto Buffy, his predator’s nose breathing deep her arousal.  With a swiftness that still surprised her, he had her pulled to him, and the blanket tossed to the side.  Xander managed to move his leg so Spike could slide deep inside his mate, their dual moans of ecstasy filling the air.  The vampire began a brutal pace, angling his hips to hit her engorged clit with each pass.  Buffy’s hands flew over his shoulders, his face, his back, rising to meet his rhythm with each stroke.  She flew over first, her shriek of his name echoing in the room and her hands fisting in his hair to push his face into her throat.  Another orgasm rocked over her when his fangs pierced her flesh, and shudders wracked her body.  He growled deep in his chest, slamming into her a final time, and emptying his cool seed into her body, chilling her from the inside out.

Spike collapsed on top of her, retracting his fangs and lazily trailing his tongue through the blood.  He vaguely felt a blanket being tossed across them, and the feel of another warm body pressing next to him as he let the sound of his own contented purr lull them to sleep.


Chapter 3

Buffy and Xander stood outside of Spike’s apartment door, apprehension at what was waiting for them on the other side nearly choking them.  They exchanged a look, before Buffy raised a hand and lightly knocked.  No answer.  She tried again, this time a little harder, her heart pounding in her chest when her mind supplied the question ‘What if he left?’  No, she denied to herself.  He wouldn’t leave.  He promised.  He’s just a little mad right now, and pouting.  That’s all.

Buffy desperately prayed she was right as she knocked again.  Xander watched her, and tried hard to calm his own frazzled nerves.  It had been three days since the human’s had decided to go after a demon without waiting for Spike.  Three days since the vampire had found them, the demon dead, but they were badly hurt.  Three days since he’d swooped his mate up in his arms and carried her home, after making sure that Xander could walk.  Three days since he’d patched them up, his only outward emotion being the shaking of his hands as he’d cleaned and bandaged.  He hadn’t answered when they talked to him, trying to explain.  He hadn’t looked at either of them until he turned to leave, his eyes shiny with unshed tears and swirling with anger and fear.  He’d then left the bedroom, leaving the two alone.

They hadn’t seen him since.  Although, Xander knew he’d been back in the apartment.  He always came in while they were asleep, leaving food and fresh bandages and one red rose for Buffy.  It was like he was telling her that he was mad, but he would be back.

Well, Buffy, ever the impatient one, decided that it was time for this nonsense to start.  So, she had hopped out of bed, and gotten dressed, telling the protesting Xander that he could stay there and wait for Spike to get out of his snit if he wanted, but she was going to find her mate.  With that, she had turned on her heel and left, not waiting to see if he would follow.  Which, he did of course.  And now, they were here, knocking on the door that Buffy should have just been able to walk through.

“SPIKE!  Open up.  This is silly.  Would you please just open the door?” Buffy called through the wood, thankful that his neighbors worked during the day.

“Buffy.  Maybe we should let him come to us.  He looked pretty pissed.” Xander said, shoving his hands nervously into his pockets.

“He’s going to be a big pile of dust if he doesn’t open this door.” She spat, the quivering of her voice telling him how scared she really was.  “Fuck this.” She said, reaching in her pocket for her key.  She’d wanted to give him the chance to end this on his own, but since he didn’t want to, she’d do it.  She shoved it into the lock and gave a violent twist, turning the knob as soon as she heard the click.  She pushed through the door, and stalked inside, heading straight for the bedroom.

Xander followed slowly, and closed the door, looking around the living room when he turned back around.  Several liquor bottles were scattered across the coffee table, next to a slew of empty cigarette packs, and a few mugs with the dried remnants of the vampire’s dinner on them.  His duster was thrown carelessly on the floor next to the now destroyed chair.

All in all, it looked like Spike had had one hell of a temper tantrum.

Finally, Xander walked into the bedroom, and paused in the doorway.  Spike was sitting in an ancient looking chaise by the curtained window, shirtless and barefoot, and looking for all the world like he hadn’t slept since he walked out of Xander’s.   Buffy was kneeling next to him, trying to talk to him, getting increasingly frustrated as the vampire stayed silent.

“God damn it Spike, TALK TO ME!” She yelled, slamming a fist onto the back of the chaise.  He did turn to look at her then, his eyes red rimmed, and angry.

“What do you want to talk about, pet?” He asked, his voice deceptively mild.

“Spike, don’t play stupid.” She said with annoyance, the words bordering on pleading.

“M’not.  Seems to me, you two don’t need to talk to me.  Got everything worked out and just take off to do what the bloody hell you want to do.”

“Spike, man.  We couldn’t wait.  We had to move then.”  Xander said, taking a step further into the room.  He stopped when he got pinned with those eyes.  The pain in them was thick; the fear at what he could have lost written all over his face.

“You couldn’t wait five fucking minutes?  Take off your shirt, boy.”  He snarled.  Xander hesitated briefly before complying, wincing when he strained his sore rib.  A black bruise ran along the left side of his chest, the edges just starting to turn yellow.  “Now, you.” He turned hard eyes to his mate.  Understanding filtered across her features as she did what he asked. He reached out with a finger and traced it around the circular scar, a grim reminder of where the demons horn had torn through her flesh.  “Now, tell me again why you couldn’t have waited five minutes longer?”

“Spike, I’m the Slayer.  This is my duty.  And Xander was with me. . .”  Her words stopped abruptly when she suddenly found herself hauled off her feet, with a very angry vampire in her face.  His gold eyes flashed with barely contained violence, the fingers around her arms like steel.

“Xander isn’t your mate.  I AM.” He roared, the sound causing both human’s to flinch.  Buffy raised a shaky hand and ran it over his ridges, thankful when they smoothed away with her touch.  He seemed to deflate before her eyes, and she was set back on her feet.  He rested his forehead against hers, and took a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, risking a gentle kiss against his mouth.

“What if you hadn’t just been hurt?  What if you’d been killed?  I saw you die once, Buffy.  I can’t live through that again.”  Xander watched the blonde pair, his chest tightening with the force of emotion between them.   He suddenly felt like an intruder, and he started to pull his shirt back on.  For the first time since their little ‘thing’ started, he didn’t feel like he belonged.  “Where are you going?  This is about you, too.”

“No, no it isn’t.  You two are the couple, I’m just the third wheel.”  Xander started to walk out the bedroom door, not expecting the feel of the cold hand at the back of his neck, or the force at which he was slammed against the wall.

“Bullocks.” Spike said, crushing his mouth against the human’s.  The brunette didn’t have time to react, he just held on as the vampire’s tongue invaded his mouth, the taste of whiskey and cigarettes flooding his senses and making him dizzy.  He was soon kissing him back, feeling for the world like he was being claimed, even though he knew it wasn’t possible.  Spike pulled back, and pinned him with his hot gaze.  Their bodies were pressed tightly together, assuring that Xander wouldn’t be able to get away.  “You are both mine.” Spike snarled, waiting a beat to make sure it sunk in, before letting him go.

Xander stared after the blonde as he stalked back over to Buffy, who was sitting on the chaise, looking guilty.  The implications of what Spike had said bounced around his brain, making his breath quicken and his heart race.  He almost missed the blonde’s next words, he was so stunned.

“Now, what should we do to make sure that this never happens again?”  He asked, kneeling down in front of Buffy.  She stared deep into his eyes, and raised a hand to his cheek.  He let his eyes drift closed at her soft, gentle touch, but he wasn’t ready to let go of his anger yet.

A panic he hadn’t felt since Prague had hit him when Giles had told him that they’d gone to that damn demon’s lair alone.  All he could think of was what would he do if they were hurt, or worse.  Buffy was the love of his unlife, and he hadn’t realized how important Xander had become, until he’d been forced to think of the possibility of him no longer living.  Buffy was the Slayer, but Xander was just a normal human.  Strong yes, but still fragile.

He opened his eyes again, when he felt her hand fall away, and watched her as she skirted around him to walk to the closet.  Both men looked on curiously while she opened the door, revealing its contents.  Xander’s eyes widened in shock at the heavy paddle hanging on the back of the door, right along side several small whips, a few shackles, and some padded handcuffs.  Not to mention a couple of other things that he wouldn’t have been able to put a name to for anything.

Spike tilted his head to the side, feeling the lust surge through him when she chose two pairs of shackles with long chains, and the leather backed paddle.  He glanced over at Xander and nearly chuckled at the look of owl eyed surprise on his face.  A growl erupted from him, when he pictured the brunette with shackles on his wrists, held up in a standing position from the ring Spike had drilled into the ceiling, gloriously naked and painfully hard.  Xander’s eyes shot to his at the sound; and the human visibly gulped at the wanton look on his face.  Fear warred with arousal inside of him, as he started to imagine the things that could be done with the instruments in the closet.  He didn’t know what Buffy had in mind exactly, and he wasn’t too sure he wanted any part of it.

Both males’ attention went back to the blonde woman, when the sound of metal hitting the floor exploded in the room.  She stood in front of Spike, her eyes locked with his while she removed the rest of her clothes, and stood naked before him.  Then, she kneeled down and picked up a set of the shackles, and walked over to the chaise.  She set about looping the chains firmly around the legs, then crawled up onto it, and draped her upper half across the high back.  Her ass swayed seductively in the air, each perfect globe begging to be touched, in Spike’s opinion.  He hissed when he heard the snap of the shackles being closed around her wrists, and his cock surged to life at what she was offering.  She turned to look at him then, her hazel eyes remorseful for scaring him.  Arousal lurked behind that, telling him that she really wanted to do this.

“Punish me.” She said, tossing her hair off her shoulder, and spreading her legs a bit in offering.  The vampire’s eyes drifted closed for a minute, so he could collect himself, then he picked up the paddle and tested its weight in his hand.  In all the time they had been together, they had never done this.  Well, not exactly.  He’d spanked her, but never with anything but his hand.  She had been tied up, but with silk scarves.  He’d never crossed the line she’d set, waiting, hoping, that she would be the one to take it further.  The day she’d discovered his little collection, had actually been the first time he HAD spanked her.  She’d brought the scarves the next time, and let him tie her up.  Each little inch she gave, had been leading up to this, and now, because of his anger at her, and the fear of losing her he’d had, she was giving herself to him.  Fully.  His love for her seemed to expand, and he knew, the day she left this earth, never to come back, he would take a walk in the sun.

Xander felt his mouth go dry at the sight of the Slayer, bound on the chaise, waiting for her demon to punish her.  He looked over at Spike when the vampire rose fluidly to his feet, the paddle gripped tightly in his fist.  He watched as the blonde ran a loving hand over Buffy’s backside, his fingers playing along the line between the globes and sliding down to her slit.  Her groan had the brunette hardening, anticipation making him pant.

“You’re sure?”  Spike’s voice was rough with want, but his movements were slow as he pumped one, then two fingers deep into her dripping channel.

“Yes.” She breathed without hesitation, forcing herself to stay still, and not succumb to the pleasure he was giving her with just these few touches.

“Don’t hesitate to tell me stop, luv.”  He told her, pulling his hand away.  She nodded once, trying not to tense in expectation of the pain that was coming.  With her final consent, Spike’s demeanor changed.  Gone was the gentle lover, and in his place was the hard, cold mask of the demon.  He never vamped, but Xander could tell the difference.  Fear slashed through him once more, and he found himself wanting to make a hasty retreat.  Spike must have sensed it, because he turned his impenetrable blue eyes on him.  An evil sneer curled his lip before turned away, prepared to spring should the human man try to leave.

With a suddenness that surprised the two humans, Spike pulled his arm back and let loose with a quick succession of blows to her behind, turning the flesh to a rosy pink.  Buffy bit back her cry of pain and dropped her head to the chaise, squeezing her eyes shut.  She was quivering, and sweat had broken out after the first strike, the pain making her skin sing.  Spike paused and studied his handy work, before letting loose another one.  The crack of the paddle against her sensitive flesh echoed loudly in the room, sending a bolt of arousal through the vampire.  Another swat turned her skin bright red, almost glowing in the dim light.

He turned to look at Xander then, before letting one go across the back of her thighs.  That finally forced a hoarse cry from the woman, the sound a cross between pained and lustful.  Spike took a deep breath, and nearly purred at the scent of human arousal.  And it wasn’t all Buffy’s.  He laid the paddle across her back, then slid a cool hand over her heated bottom.  Her sigh of pleasure turned into a hiss of pain when he let loose with a dozen or so slaps with his hand.

“Stay still.  That paddle falls. . .” He left the sentence dangling, allowing her imagination to do the work.  She nodded, trying to keep herself still.  Satisfied, he turned to the brunette and picked up the other set of shackles.  Xander watched him advance, wanting desperately to bolt but feeling pinned by the lust filled eyes regarding him.  “Strip.” Spike said when he reached him, the look on his face daring Xander to disobey.  With shaking fingers, he did so, not really understanding why he was still there, and not half way home.  This wasn’t his sort of thing.  He didn’t THINK it was, anyway.  He had never even thought about anything like this.  But, he couldn’t deny the erection that sprang free when he undid his jeans, or the pleasure that lanced through him at Spike’s desire for him.  For them.

Once he was naked, Spike clamped one end of the restraint around one wrist, waiting to see what the man’s reaction would be.  When Xander didn’t protest, the vampire tugged him over to the chaise, and stepped on the end, to loop the chain through the ring, leaving it loose so as not to inflame the man’s injury, then jumped down to clasp the other manacle to the other wrist.  Again, he paused.  No comment again from the human.  Spike looked up at him, seeing the fear, lust, and. . .trust?     Smirking, the vampire turned away and walked over to the nightstand to pick up his pack of cigarettes and sparked one before walking over to the closet.  He felt the humans’ eyes on him, could smell the enticing aroma of their bodies.  Neither said a word, waiting for him to do what he would.  That thought thrilled him to know end.  They trusted him, allowing themselves to be vulnerable.  Games were one thing; this was the ultimate expression of trust.

Spike smoked casually while he looked into the closet.  He didn’t want to pull out anything too outrageous, since they were both humans.  He glanced over at them once, to make sure that the paddle was still on the Slayer’s back, and found himself momentarily struck dumb at the beauty of them.  Buffy’s behind was gloriously red, her healing having kicked in and already fading some of the color.  Her skin was damp from her sweating, and her cunt was slick with her dew.  Xander was stretched out towards the ceiling; his work-honed body lit sensuously by the light from the lone candle Spike had lit.  His thick, rigid cock angled proudly against his firm stomach, the slit oozing precum.

Forgetting about the closet, Spike crossed back to them, grabbed the paddle off of Buffy’s back, and then circled Xander.  The brunette tensed in anticipation of pain, only to hiss in surprise at the feather light touch of fingers across his back.

“Not yet.” Spike hissed in his ear, and then traced his tongue along the shell.  A shudder racked through the man; and he leaned back in search of the touch.  Spike chuckled and stepped away, then picked up the end of the chaise and swung it around, surprising Buffy enough to squeal.  She suddenly found herself face to face with Xander’s erection, and swallowed heavily when her mouth watered.  Spike’s hand wrapped around the turgid length, causing Xander’s hips to thrust forward, seeking friction.  Instead of obliging, the vampire positioned the head at the Slayer’s mouth, smearing her lips with the salty clear fluid weeping from the tip.

She looked up at her mate, making sure it was all right before she took Xander into her mouth.  As soon as Spike nodded his ascent, she sucked the cock greedily into her lips.  The human man’s moan of pleasure was cut short by the crack of the paddle across his ass.  He thrust forward to escape it, pushing himself into her mouth.  Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, each pass of Spike’s paddle against his flesh sent the contradictory sensory reactions coursing over him. On the final hit, Xander shot into Buffy’s eager mouth, his body trembling from the overload.

Spike walked around the pair, watching as Buffy licked the brunette’s softening cock clean.  His own erection painful at the sight of her pink tongue lovingly running over the human, and he decided it was time to lose his jeans.  Two pairs of eyes landed on him while he stripped, their attention rapt as he ran a hand over his shaft.

Desire curled in Buffy’s belly at the sight of her mate, stroking himself.  She wanted him inside of her, slamming hard against her abused bottom and making her scream.  She wanted him to take her, make her beg, make her promise things she’d never agree to if she were in her right mind.  Her body ached from her ever growing desire, her thighs were slick with her juices.  Her heart was slamming against her chest and her breath coming in pants.  She wanted to fuck and suck until she forgot who she was.

She glanced over at Xander and was pleased to see that he was just as affected by the sight of the vampire as she.  Mere minutes after she was licking the remnants of his semen off her lips, and he was already hard again.  She wanted them both inside of her, stretching, filling, cumming.  She whimpered with need, and reached out to try to capture the Xander’s erection.  The chain didn’t give, and her fingers barely brushed the velvety skin.  He jerked towards her, his eyes never leaving the vampire.

Spike watched in mild amusement as Buffy tried to reach the pulsating cock in front of her.  He walked slowly towards them, his hand moving leisurely over his flesh, trying to decide what to do next.  He wanted both of them, to be buried so deep that nobody would ever be able to fill them that way again.  He wanted to feel them both, and absorb their warmth into him.  Several different scenarios played out in his mind, until he turned hot blue eyes onto the brunette.  Xander was staring at him with such a look of want, that it nearly stunned him.  A scarred eyebrow arched, and he raked his gaze over the man.

“Buffy, luv.”

“Hm.” She replied, still intent on trying to reach Xander’s erection.

“You want me to let you up?” He asked casually, walking over to put out his cigarette, then returning to the chaise.  She hadn’t answered yet, and she yelped when he slapped her ass again.  “Asked you a question.” He growled.  For some reason, he found himself tiring of this game.  He wanted them on the bed, in a mass of tangled limbs, not caring who was fucking or being fucked.

“No.  I. . .want. . .you. . .inside.”  She managed, wriggling her ass when she felt him kneeling behind her.  “Please. Pleasepleaseplease.”  She chanted.  She nearly sobbed when she felt him move and walk away.   She craned her head to see where he was going, looking puzzled when he released Xander.  He caught the brunette before he slumped to the floor, then guiding him to sit next to Buffy.  Spike then leaned over her and undid the shackles, flinging them to the floor.  He then walked over to the bed and sprawled back, watching them both and waiting.

“Spike?”  Xander’s voice was hoarse and full of curiosity.  Spike merely smiled and crooked his finger at the both of them.  They stood and walked over to the bed; albeit, Buffy had to lean on Xander for support.

“Think I should take pity on her?”  He said, taking her hand, and helping her onto the bed.  Buffy clung to him, desperate for release.  She rubbed her aching nipples against his arm, and groaned.  “Well, boy?”  Xander nodded slowly, his cock hardening further as he looked at the two blondes.  “Looks like you want a taste yourself.” Spike said knowingly, while he slid a hand down Buffy’s body to bury his fingers in her heat.  She bucked against him, nearly cumming the second his fingers penetrated her folds.  Long shudders raced over her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Spike gently kissed her hair and face, waiting until she calmed to speak.

“Better?”  She nodded, then scrambled on top of him.

“I want you inside of me, Spike.  Please.”  He gave her a wolfish grin, and motioned for the brunette to sit down.  He then crossed his arms behind his head, and handed himself over to her whim.  Gleefully, she impaled herself on his rigid shaft, sighing in ecstasy as he slid into her hot depths.  Spike’s eyes rolled back into his head at the feel of her heat enveloping him.  He let her set a fast rhythm, rising to meet her with each thrust.  Her head fell back, and her hair cascaded like a waterfall down to tickle his thighs.

Xander watched, transfixed as they moved together.  His eyes caught with Spike’s and he moved towards them when the vampire reached out.  He laid down on his side, his cock in range of the blonde’s hand, and groaned when he felt the cool fingers surround him.  He scooted closer at Spike’s urging, his hand shooting out to rest on the back of the peroxided tresses when those lips closed around him.

Spike greedily sucked Xander in, setting the pace that Buffy had.  She looked down and watched as her friends cock moved in and out of her mate’s mouth, the sight sending her careening over the edge with a scream.  Her inner muscles clamped tight around the vampire’s shaft, making him growl against Xander’s.  Soon, they were all moving in a frenzy, as their orgasms crashed and burned through them.  Spike and Xander came at the same time, the blonde eagerly swallowing each stream of cum as it pulsed in his throat, his own cock shooting deep into Buffy’s womb. They collapsed into a tired tangle of body parts, hands touching any skin they came in contact with.

Buffy leaned up after a minute, and kissed Spike slowly, her tongue sliding over and caressing his.

“I’m sorry.”  She said when she pulled back, a soft smile on her kiss swollen lips.

“I know, kitten.  Just don’t do it again.  A’right?  I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”  He replied, grabbing Xander as he tried to slide away.  “You either, whelp.”  He added affectionately.

“Well, don’t I just feel loved?”  The human man said gruffly.

“You should.”  Buffy shot back.  Xander cracked open an eye and found himself staring at her knee, and pushed himself up on an elbow. “You know, Spike.  If anything happens to me, you’ll still have Xander.”  She said quietly, tracing a nail over his chest.  The skin under her rumbled with his growl, and she had to struggle to breathe when his arms banded around her waist.

“Not if you two keep running off together to get killed.” He replied, fighting the images that threatened to overtake his mind.  “Don’t want to talk about it.”

“Spike, we should.  I don’t want to think about what you’ll do after I’m.”  Spike cut her off by sitting up suddenly and dumping her off of him.  He stalked out of the room, without another word, his body tense.  “Dammit, Spike.” Tears slid down her cheeks and she punched the mattress.

“Hey, can’t blame him, can you?”  Xander asked.  “He loves you so much.”

“I love him too, but, we all know I’m not destined for this world long.  Hell, if it wasn’t for Willow’s spell, I wouldn’t BE here.  Not that I’m complaining, but. . .I’m living on borrowed time, and I don’t want him to be alone, or to do something stupid.  Will you, be here for him when that happens?”  Xander flopped back on the bed, and rolled her question over in his mind.

“Yeah.” He answered after a minute.  He looked over at her with a smile, and sighed.  “I think I’m pretty much ruined for anybody else but you two, at this point, anyway.”  She gave a soft laugh, and leaned over to kiss him.

“Thank you.”

“Are we done with the death talk?” Spike asked from the doorway.  He was watching the humans, his humans, through guarded eyes.

“Yes, baby.  We’re done.”  She felt better, knowing that Xander would be there, afterwards.  She hoped that it would be enough for Spike.

“Good, cause I’m in the mood for a little fresh meat.”  They both stared at him quizzically, until he started to advance on the bed, his eyes riveted to the long form of Xander.

“Why do I feel like a virgin tied to an altar for sacrificing?” The brunette asked, looking at Buffy, who could only manage a shrug.

“Ah, perfect word, virgin.”  That little sentence screamed just what Spike had in mind, and Xander didn’t know whether to be petrified or thrilled.  His dick didn’t seem to be having the same problem, though.  It sprang to life at the harsh words, sitting up and saying ‘Hey’ to this new experience.

Spike rounded the bed until he was at the man’s feet, then started to slowly crawl up his body.

“Go sit at the head of the bed, luv.” He told Buffy, not turning to look at her.  She did so, propping herself up on pillows for the show.  She loved to watch them together, and had secretly wondered when Spike was going to get around to this, or when he’d let Xander do it to him.  Now, as she made herself comfortable, it seemed it was going to happen.  Even though the brunette looked like he was going to run at any second.

Spike kissed and licked his way up the warm masculine body beneath him, nipping and sucking on the flesh like it was an ‘all you can eat’ buffet.  Apprehension and arousal swam in Xander’s veins, making him want to arch into, and run away from the vampire at the same time.  He was nervous about this, more nervous than he had been the first time he kissed Spike and realized he liked it.  More nervous than that first night, and he waited out in the hall for ten minutes, before knocking.

He hissed when Spike bit lightly into one of his nipples, and then laved the nub with his tongue.  The blonde’s cold, silky shaft slid along his thigh, then bumped against his own throbbing cock, making it jump.  Soon, Spike was lying fully on top of him, his lips nuzzling the scar left from that night in the cemetery.  It never fully healed over, since Spike was continually slicing it open.  Xander complained half-heartedly, asking how the hell was he supposed to explain it.  The blonde had merely shrugged and lapped at the blood he’d raised.

“I won’t hurt you.” He whispered against the warm throat under his lips.  “I need you, Xander.  I need to take you, to make you mine.”

“B-but, I thought that vampire’s couldn’t have more than one mate.” The human managed to get out.

“We can’t, not in that sense anyway.  Buffy is the vampire equivalent of my wife.  You, you will be both of ours.  Never alone again, right pet?”

“Right.” Buffy agreed, smiling.

“But, how can you make me yours, I don’t understand.”  Spike bit gently into the scar, the slight pain making Xander’s blood scream.

“Just by cumming in you will mark you as mine.  Even if it’s only the three of us that know.  You’re mine.  Buffy’s mine.  I’m a pretty greedy bloke.” Xander snorted at that, the sound bordering on hysteria.  Spike’s hands hadn’t been idle while he talked, sliding and molding the flesh they encountered until the brunette was writhing beneath him.

“Will this mean, t-that you belong to me, too?”  Spike pulled back and looked at him then, and saw with clarity the little boy inside Xander that had always been alone.  A lifetime full of abuse and neglect had made him insecure, needing to belong somewhere, and it shone bright in his eyes.

“We all belong to each other.  All three of us.  Together ‘til the bitter end.”  He leaned down and placed a kiss on Xander’s mouth, deepening it at the human’s urging.  Tears slid from Buffy’s eyes anew at their conversation, and she thought that finally, things would be okay.

“Okay.” Xander said when the kiss broke.

“Buffy, hand me that tube.”  She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube, uncapped it, then reached over and gave it to Spike.  The vampire pushed up to a kneeling position, and squeezed some into his hand.  Xander watched with growing excitement as one pale hand slicked over the blonde’s shaft, getting him ready.  He was surprised, when instead of preparing to enter him, Spike leaned over and took him into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head, then sliding him fully into his mouth.  Not that he was complaining, since the feel of the vampire deep throating him was mind blowing, but Xander had thought he was going to get fucked, not sucked.

He thrust up into the cool mouth surrounding him, his hands clutching at the bedspread with desperate fingers.  He hissed in a desperate gulp of air when he felt Spike cup his balls and rolled them almost lovingly in his hand.  That hand then slipped down the sinew at the base of his sac, until one slick finger teased the tight, puckered opening of his anus.  His hips surged up when he felt that pushed of that slick finger in his body, the lube slicked digit working it’s way inside.  He groaned at the feeling of being penetrated, and was soon thrusting in earnest.

Spike let Xander’s cock slip from his lips as he inserted another finger, moving them around to loosen the muscle, and get him ready.  The brunette kept thrusting, missing the blowjob, but loving the feeling of Spike’s fingers.  When a third one slipped in, Xander’s eyes snapped open and a cry of pleasure was ripped from him.

“Nonono, please.” he begged incoherently when Spike’s hand slipped away.  Those pleas changed to a gasp when he felt the slick head of the vampire’s shaft slide between his cheeks.

“Relax, Xan.” Spike said when he felt the man beneath him instinctively tense.  He leaned down and kissed him slowly, waiting until every muscle was languid, before starting to push.  He kept his entry slow, pausing to let the man get used to the feel, before proceeding.  The tight heat surrounding him had Spike’s eyes rolling behind his eyelids, and it was all he could do not to pound Xander into the mattress.  He broke the kiss when he was all the way in, gasping in rugged breaths, and trembling with his struggle for control.  Xander wasn’t doing much better.

Spike was so cold, he felt like he was being impaled on ice, but it wasn’t unpleasant.  In fact, it was the best damn thing he’d ever felt, next to sinking into Buffy.  Or having Spike give him a blowjob, or Buffy for that matter.  Screw it, he thought.  These two were just the people he was obviously destined to be with, because nobody made him feel the way they did.  A year ago, hell, a month ago, he’d have punched the first person that had told him that he’d find himself the emotional property of the Slayer and her vampire.  Now, he didn’t care.  There was nowhere else he’d rather be.

After a minute, Spike opened his eyes and stared down into the burning depths of Xander’s.  The brunette thrust up, groaning at the friction that small action caused.  That was all the invitation Spike needed.  He pulled out, then pushed back in, relishing the feel of the tight heat around him, the eagerness in which Xander responded, and the scent of his mate’s arousal.  Everything floated together to form a heady mix, one that snapped his control.  With a snarl, he buried his face in Xander’s neck, gripped the brunette’s hips, and started to pound into him, encouraged by the grunts and groans coming from the man.

“Oh god.” Xander gasped, meeting Spike’s rhythm with no problems.  He didn’t know what exactly Spike was hitting so deep inside, but it was sending shockwaves through his body, a pleasure so fierce he thought he might die from it.  Hands slid over flesh, lips coursed over skin, bodies glided together.  Each sensation sent them tumbling faster, climbing higher, soaring into oblivion.   With a roar, Spike slammed home a final time, shooting his cold seed deep into Xander’s body.  The icy splash inside sent the brunette careening over the edge, the pinprick feel of fangs in his neck making him explode.  Thick, warm streams of semen spilled between them, mingling with the sweat that coated them both.  Spike collapsed on top of the human, still buried in his heat.

“Oh, wow.” Buffy said after a minute, her own breathing ragged, and all she had done was watch.  Spike chuckled and lazily raised his head to look at her.  She was still sitting at the head of the bed, her knees tucked up to her chest, her breasts heaving with each breath.  Her eyes were glazed with a look of wild arousal, and she seemed ready to tackle them both.

Xander was dazed, his mind in a hazy quagmire.  This was the first time since they’d started this little. . .group, that he totally felt a part of it.  He was where he belonged.  For the first time ever, he felt like he finally belonged.  These two, wonderful creatures were his, and he was theirs.   He was home.

He managed to muster enough energy to wrap an arm around the vampire, gently brushing his fingers through the soft, white tresses at the back of his neck.  He reached his other hand out to Buffy, pulling her to them when she scrambled to grab it.  When she was nestled close, Spike threw his arm around her, and completed the circle.

“I think I’m jealous.” Buffy said with a giggle.  Both men angled their heads to look at her, wry smiles on their faces.  They then exchanged a glance, and quicker than either thought they were able to move at the time, they had her pinned between them, each worshiping one side of her body.

She writhed and twisted, fingers fisting in hair, and their names tumbling from her lips.  She lost track of who was touching her where, and just closed her eyes and felt.  Wet tongues and rough fingers glided over her skin, making her quake.  Teeth grazed nipples, lips slid over flesh making her dizzy with sensation.  When two tongues slid between her folds, she took off like a rocket, screaming her release for the whole world to hear.  She slumped tiredly on the bed, her body pliant when Spike picked her up.

She felt Xander’s finger’s sliding into her nether hole, slicking her up to enter her.  She groaned loud when he pushed inside, and nearly fainted when Spike did the same.  She gripped her mate’s shoulders for support, and let her head loll back onto Xander’s shoulder, and let them take her to the edge again.  She’d never felt so filled, so complete than in this moment, and she wanted it to last forever.

Their bodies slid easily together, their rhythm instinctual.  She bounced between them, incoherently murmuring her love, feeling that any second she was going to die from the exquisite feelings they were giving her.

She opened her eyes to see Spike and Xander kissing, and leaned over to join in.  Growls, moans, and cries filled the air as they raced towards climax, needing release, but never wanting this to end either.  Spike slammed up hard into her, his face morphing as he came.  His fangs slid effortlessly into his mark, the pain sending her over.  The feel of Buffy’s muscles clenching around him, and Spike’s cock pulsing against his through the thin membrane separating them pushed Xander over as well.  He cried both their names and buried his lips in her shoulder, biting hard with his blunt, human teeth.

“Oh GOD!” Buffy screamed as another climax tore through her, ripping through the one already in progress.  In that moment, when the rest of the world melted away, and there was nothing other than feeling, she knew, just as Xander had, that these men belonged to her, and she didn’t give a shit what anybody thought of it.

They crumpled bonelessly to the bed in a heap of twitching nerve endings.  Spike’s purr combined the rapid tattoo of the human’s hearts.   The vampire remembered a time, when a similar situation, with a pair of brunette vampire’s, had been all he’d ever wanted.  He called himself every kind of fool for ever thinking that those two could ever make him happy.  This was happy.  This warmth surrounding him, making him feel, for the first time in his long life, like he belonged.  The love of his life snuggled against his chest, and a man that he could love almost as much on the other side of her.

Unlife certainly didn’t get any better than this.

END

AN: And so ends my little soiree into slash/threesome.  Hope it was enjoyable, and maybe I’ll be inspired to do another one.  Maybe with a plot next time. :) Lisa

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