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No such thing as coincidences	By : All4Spike Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes > Angel(us)/Buffy/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The next thing Spike was aware of was the strong sense of another vampire close by, and he instinctively snarled a warning, she was his! As he became aware of his surroundings he noticed that he and Buffy were now covered with his leather duster, and he could feel that it was getting close to sunrise.

“It’s me Spike… Angel,” came a slightly hoarse voice from behind him. “We’re going to have to make a move soon if we want to get back without the sun catching us.”

Angel! Spike had completely forgotten his presence, and he smirked as he realised that by staying to witness the claim his grandsire had probably witnessed rather more than he had expected. He reluctantly lifted Buffy’s hips slightly and discovered that her muscles had now relaxed sufficiently to allow him to slip out of her. He gently rolled her to one side into the folds of his coat so he could sit up. “I’m awake,” he said quietly, “Can we get Buffy back without disturbing her? She really needs to sleep now.”

Angel approached carrying a bundle of clothing, and Spike stood to accept a pair of jeans that he drew on, although he had a bit of trouble buttoning the fly as he was still fully engorged and very sensitive. After he laced his boots he took the spare sweat pants they had brought for Buffy, and knelt to slip them gently onto her sleeping form. When she stirred slightly as he manoeuvred the elastic up to her waist he decided it would be too tricky to get her sweater over her head without waking her, so he carefully wrapped the soft leather coat tightly around her and picked her up in his arms.

He followed Angel who was carrying the holdall back out to the Angelmobile, and cautiously sank into the passenger seat. He spent the drive back to the hotel with Buffy’s tousled head cradled into his shoulder and her leather wrapped body draped across his lap, the slight pressure of her weight causing him to give little gasps of pleasure every time the car hit the slightest bump.

“You witnessed the claim then?” He asked quietly a few moments after they’d pulled away from the kerb.

Angel flinched. “Yes.” He shifted awkwardly in his seat.

As he moved Spike caught a strong scent of his grandsire’s arousal and smiled. He asked “Does it always go like that?” He wasn’t sure how much he should say. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. As Buffy said, it was very… um… Wow!” He decided to be frank, “Did you enjoy the show?”

Ignoring the last part of Spike’s question Angel answered. “No two claims are the same.” He was clearly rather put out, and Spike could understand why, but he was so happy he found he couldn’t bring himself to care very much. “Buffy’s human of course which makes a difference, then on top of that there’s the fact that she’s the Slayer, her blood is unique.” Angel looked askance at the blonde at his side, “You’ve really never claimed anyone before?”

“No, never felt I needed to,” he explained. “I could have claimed Dru, but you wouldn’t have liked that, well you as Angelus wouldn’t anyway, and I didn’t know you’d got your bloody soul back and stopped being evil did I? She didn’t want it either. As far as she was concerned I was just looking after her while we waited for you to come back… and she certainly wouldn’t have liked it if I’d claimed someone else while I was with her!”

At that point the car went over a pothole in the road and Spike closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure as Buffy’s weight suddenly pressed down on his straining erection. “Still hard?” Angel asked, surprised.

“Slayer blood.” Spike explained, “no idea how much longer it’ll last, but it feels wonderful.” He then cheekily asked, “You still hard too?”

“You noticed.” Angel admitted, taking a hand from the wheel and adjusting the bulge in his trousers. “I’d forgotten how beautiful she is… the way she moves… and I had no idea she was so passionate, she was so innocent when we were together… and in answer to your earlier question, yes I did enjoy the show, although of course I would have preferred to have been her partner rather than an observer.”

A few minutes later Angel asked, “Are all your fights that violent?”

“Fight? That wasn’t a fight, we were just playing! Couldn’t you tell from all the laughing? If she was really angry and wanting to fight we’d still be trading insults and punches, I’d be bleeding and black and blue with broken bones, she’d be all bruised and cut up and the old cinema would be well on its way to becoming a pile of rubble. We might not even have got to the shagging part of the fight yet! That’s why I wanted you to come with us. I expected to be in such a state I wouldn’t have been able to drive back. As it is I haven’t got a single broken bone and by breakfast time the Slayer won’t even have a bruise to show for it. I really thought she was in a bad mood after that dream, but it turned out she just needed to work off some tension. It was so wonderful to hear her laughing so much. I don’t think I’ve heard her that carefree and happy since before her poor mum got ill.”

Angel glanced at him in astonishment. “Are you serious?”

“You bet! Now you know why she couldn’t train properly with the Watcher any more. One good session and he’d either be collapsed in a heap with a heart attack, or he’d be so broken up he’d be in hospital for a year and in a bloody wheelchair for the rest of his life. She’s got so strong she needs a demon to train with, we’re the only ones tough enough to take it! That goes for the sex too. You saw how she wanted it rough tonight, urging me to bring the demon out to play. She can be quite adventurous when she’s not overcome with shyness… although I’m taking it slowly. I haven’t introduced her to anything too strong yet.”

Angel shook his head in stunned disbelief.

Spike considered for a few minutes and then asked “Would you like to try something when we get in? I know she still loves you, and I know you still love her, and now you’ve passed the claim over to me I need to thank you…” He hesitated, was he really going to suggest it? Would Buffy be delighted or disgusted? No way to be certain. She could always say no but he felt she should be given the opportunity, so he took a deep breath and decided to take a chance. “We could have a little play, the three of us couldn’t we, without risking your curse? You probably won’t be able to have a moment of perfect happiness with me there will you? It would have to be up to Buffy how far things went though… if she wants to play at all. Just this once you understand... Buffy likes to try new things but she hates it when she thinks her friends won’t approve of what she does and gets scared.”

Angel stared at him in surprise, “Are you sure? Won’t you be jealous?”

“Of course I will, just like you are now, but I’m suggesting this for Buffy. I think she’d want to take any chance she can have to be with you. I’d do anything to make her happy. You can’t have Buffy the way I can, and I can’t have a child the way you have. We can do all of us a favour if we just call a truce and deal with it. My demon doesn’t like the idea very much, but you’re family so I think I can keep him quiet. It won’t affect the claim will it?”

“No, it shouldn’t if I’m careful not to share any blood with either of you.” Angel paused for a moment, “I’ll agree to a truce on one condition.”

“What’s that then?”

“You have to stop calling me Peaches, it wasn’t funny at the time and it’s got steadily less funny as the years have passed.”

“Awww.” Spike made a childish pouting expression, fluttering his eyelashes theatrically. “Do I hafta?” Angel just glared at him until he conceded sulkily, “Oh all right then… spoilsport…”

“That’s agreed then,” Angel said. “A truce… but only until you go out in your blaze of glory. When you come back all bets are off, we’ll have to reconsider then.”

“It’s a deal. If you need a Portal, once we’ve figured out how to make them, or any other help just let us know. If we need anything our end to help with the Hellmouth business we’ll give you a call.”

“Deal.” Angel and Spike awkwardly shook hands.

After a second Angel nervously continued, “Do you think Buffy would really go for it?”

Spike could scent that his grandsire’s level of arousal had skyrocketed, so he smiled, shrugged and asked, “I dunno, would you like to find out?”

“God yes…” Angel admitted fervently. Then he suggested, “Take her to my room when we get in, the bed is bigger there’s a good lock on the door and I have a private bathroom. Connor is with Lorne for the rest of the night, so we shouldn’t be disturbed for a couple of hours at least. I’ll follow you up after a few minutes.”

When they reached the hotel Angel helped Spike out of the car with his leather bundle of Slayer, and the two vampires hurried inside just as the sun peeked over the skyline. They were immediately confronted by Giles Wesley and Xander who were sitting anxiously waiting in the area behind the reception counter. As this meant he wasn’t going to be able to take her straight to bed Spike crossed to the red sofas and lay Buffy down, sitting in one corner of the sofa to support her upper half, cradling her head in the crook of one arm and brushing her hair out of her face before kissing her lightly on the forehead. Then he just sat there, watching her sleep. She looked so small, so frail and innocent when she slept. He smiled slightly, looks could be so deceptive. She was the strongest person he’d ever known.

Xander jumped up to approach them, but when Spike growled softly, glaring at him with golden flecks glinting in his deep blue eyes, he hesitated nervously. He demanded, “What have you done to Buffy?”

“Quiet, Xander!” Angel warned, “She’s just sleeping, she’s perfectly all right!”

“Forgive me for being doubtful,” the young man blustered, “but there’s blood on Spike’s mouth, he’s growling at me, and Buffy doesn’t look well at all!”

“Spike has marked her with his claim you idiot, as we discussed. She’s lost a little blood that’s all. She’s the Slayer, she’ll make it up in a few hours. For now she just needs to sleep. As for the growling, Spike is reacting to the new claim, he’ll be a lot more protective of her than usual for a few days until the effects of her blood in his system have worn off a bit.”

Spike wasn’t happy with such a private matter being discussed so openly and decided to take Buffy to bed anyway. He gathered her into his arms once more and headed for the stairs. Giles stepped forward slightly and held up a hand to delay him, “Spike, please may I see the new mark? I’d like to check Buffy’s pulse too if that’s all right?

Spike paused and considered for a moment, and then accepting that the Watcher had every right to check on his Slayer he turned towards him. “Just don’t disturb her,” he instructed quietly.

Giles carefully pulled back a fold of the leather coat slightly to see Buffy’s neck. “Very neat,” he commented, “and it looks as if it’s already nearly healed.

“Combination of Slayer healing and the effects of vampire saliva,” Spike told him, “I didn’t take much, not enough to harm her. I would never do that.”

Giles carefully laid two fingers on the pulse point on the other side of her throat, and was rather startled when Spike began to growl. A low rumbling came from deep within him, at which a contented smile crossed Buffy’s face and a small dirty hand emerged from the coat to press against the vibrations in Spike’s chest as she sighed in her sleep and snuggled into him. “Good Lord!” Giles breathed, and he looked up from his Slayer’s sleeping form into a pair of yellow eyes, and stammered, “S-Spike, why are you growling?”

Spike looked a bit sheepish, “Sorry Rupert, can’t help it. Demon’s yelling at me, he’s saying, ‘Mine! Someone’s touching her and she’s mine!’ If I wasn’t so certain you would never hurt her, my stupid soddin’ demon would be trying very hard to persuade me to rip your throat out for daring to touch her.”

“Hmmm... interesting. Her pulse is strong and steady, so I’m not worried about her. What does your demon consider her to be, Spike? Food?”

“God no!” Spike protested emphatically. “The claim is partly triggered by blood, but he doesn’t think of her as a meal. She’s precious!” He frowned slightly, “This is my first time making a claim, and I haven’t got used to it yet. You’d better ask Angel about what we might expect. So far all I know is that I am very aware of her. I know she’s going to wake naturally in a couple of hours absolutely ravenous, and I know she hurt her ankle a bit again in our little fight, but that it’ll be healed by the time she wakes, and I also know some other more… um… personal stuff. I don’t know how much of it’ll wear off as her blood works its way out of my system. It’s all a bit weird, we’ll have to feel our way for a while, but we’ll explain everything we discover.”

He shifted Buffy’s weight slightly to get a more secure grip on her and turned away towards the stairs. He was stopped again by a quiet exclamation, “Spike, your back!”

He turned back, puzzled. “I know I am… and to prove it I’m here!”

“No you fool, I mean your back! What’s happened to your back?” Giles repeated, gesturing towards Spike’s back.

“Mmmm?” Spike turned his head and squinted down over his shoulder. He flexed his back muscles, feeling the sting of the already half healed parallel lines of deep scratches he could see running down towards his waist. “Oh that…” He grinned happily, “That’s nothing, Kitty just needs her claws trimmed is all,” and he fondly kissed the top of Buffy’s sleeping head as he turned back to the stairs, leaving a group of speechless men gaping after him.

When he got to Angel’s room Spike pulled back the covers and gently laid Buffy in the centre of the large bed, carefully disentangling her from his duster, slipping off her grubby sweat pants and pulling the covers back over her. He then removed his boots and uncomfortably tight jeans with a sigh of relief, and burrowed into the bed. He cuddled up to his sleeping Slayer, gently turning her towards him so that when her eyes opened she would be looking directly into his.

As he was getting her settled Angel slipped silently into the room and locked the door behind him. He dropped the holdall they’d taken to the old cinema in a corner and quickly removed his clothes, carefully getting into the bed behind Buffy and taking care not to come directly into contact with her. Spike began to stroke and kiss his Slayer to wake her. Without opening her eyes Buffy reacted to Spike’s touch by snuggling into him, returning his kisses and fondling his chest and face. Their kisses and touches gradually became more intimate until Spike was stroking her warm wet centre sliding one finger in and out as his thumb played with her most sensitive spot, and she was grasping his rock hard erection, sliding her fingers softly up and down the shaft.

Angel couldn’t restrain himself any longer, and with one shaking hand he stroked from Buffy’s shoulder down across her waist to her hip, cupping a firm buttock for a moment before sending his fingers to join Spike’s in exploring her hot moist centre. Instinctively Buffy shifted her position slightly to allow him easier access, and moaned with pleasure as two hands began caressing her, one from the front and one from the back. It wasn’t until Angel leaned forward to rest his cool chest against her warm back and nuzzle into the nape of her neck that she became aware there was a third person in the bed, and she froze.

Spike saw Buffy’s eyes open wide with shock as she stared at him, trying to make sense of what she was feeling. “Sshh… it’s all right kitten,” he whispered soothingly. “Don’t be afraid, nobody’s going to hurt you. Nobody’s going to make you do anything you don’t want to, but as we’re going back to Sunnydale later, we thought you might like to give Angel a treat first.”

Angel kissed the shoulder in front of him and added, “I’ll get up and leave if you want me to Buffy, but just this once, with Spike here, we can give each other pleasure without risking my soul.”

“Angel?” Buffy’s voice faltered as she turned to look at him, “I don’t understand…”

“Angel had to watch us Buffy,” Spike explained, “It was necessary for him to witness the transfer of the claim. Feel what we did to him.” He gestured to Angel, who pushed his hips forward slightly to press his impressive erection against Buffy’s backside. “Wouldn’t you like to be with him? I can’t leave you alone with him love, partly because of his curse and partly because my demon wouldn’t let me after the claim. It’s not very happy with this as it is but I think I can control it. If we’re careful we can thank him for helping us and give you both a wonderful memory to keep. It’s up to you, you’ll have to tell us what you want, and you’ll be able to tell us when to stop.”

Buffy was very quiet for a couple of minutes, and Angel sighed and began to edge away from her, “I’ll leave Buffy, I don’t want you to feel…”

“Don’t go Angel…” Buffy interrupted him, reaching out to touch his chest, “I’m just thinking…” Spike saw her blush deep red and bite her lip nervously as she turned back towards him, “How…?”

Spike kissed her, “Whatever you want love, except I don’t think Angel should come in here, “he dipped his finger once more into her moist channel. “That might come a bit too close to perfect happiness for him. Anything else you want to try, we can.” He moved back from her slightly to watch her face, leaving his left hand lightly stroking her hip and thigh in an effort to calm her. She frowned slightly as she considered the proposal, and Spike noticed that her hand was absently caressing Angel’s broad chest, teasing one nipple. “What do you want to do Buffy?”

“I don’t know… I’ve never…” Buffy stammered, taking a deep breath she turned back to Angel and asked, “Can we take it slowly? I don’t know if I can…”

Angel eased back towards her and cupped her cheek in his hand, “As slow as you like Buffy,” and kissed her tenderly. Buffy relaxed half way onto her back lifting her arms to hold Angel’s head and shoulder as their lips opened and their kiss deepened. Angel took his hand from her face and cupped one breast, teasing the nipple while Spike leaned over to nibble at her other nipple as his hand continued its gentle stroking and fondling of her wet centre. She opened her legs wider to allow him in, and kissing his way down her chest and belly he turned and moved down the bed, dislodging the covers as he went, until his mouth could explore with his hand.

When Spike’s tongue darted in to replace his fingers Buffy moaned and twitched, one hand leaving Angel’s shoulder to stroke Spike’s back from his hip at her waist towards his head to clutch at his unruly curls, pressing herself harder into his mouth. Spike licked sucked and nibbled at her swollen folds, tasting the evidence of their earlier lovemaking and relishing the flood of sweet new moisture she was producing.

Angel’s hand travelled from the breast he had been playing with to stroke Buffy’s hip and bottom, giving his erection a stroke on the way to the tight entrance that Spike was ignoring. Moistening his fingers by slipping them in beside Spike’s tongue for a moment he began to tease the surrounding flesh and then he slid one finger in an inch before beginning to work it in and out slowly. Buffy tensed slightly at the unexpected intrusion, but then gradually relaxed, allowing Angel to increase the depth and strength of his strokes.

Releasing her mouth at last Angel asked, “What would you like us to do for you Buffy? You need to tell us.” He transferred his mouth to her nipple and began sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

Buffy was panting, “Oh Angel… can’t think… don’t stop…” Then as Spike tweaked at the engorged little button with his blunt teeth she gasped, “Spike… please …”

Spike grinned as he quickly flicked his tongue back and forth over the spot, and suddenly Buffy clamped her legs tightly around his head and arched her back away from the mattress thrusting her breast into Angels’ mouth. She moaned and clutched at Angel’s head to bring his mouth back to crush into hers, her tongue darting in to tangle with his as she grunted and sighed as waves of pleasure swept through her.

As she relaxed back against the pillows and released Spike from between her legs she stroked his head, turned from Angel’s kiss and said, “Come up here with that mouth…”

As Angel reclaimed her nipple with his lips while continuing his attentions to her tight rear entrance, Spike turned and began kissing his Slayer, pressing his erection hard against her hip and cupping her other breast in his hand, rolling the nipple with his thumb. After a few minutes Buffy was gasping for breath and begged, “Oh… please… stop…” and both vampires withdrew mouths and fingers to see what was wrong. “Overload... can’t think…” She giggled nervously and brought one hand up to cover her mouth as she closed her eyes and brushed her hair away from her face with the other. “Just a minute…”

Buffy lay back and looked at each vampire in turn. Spike watched her as she regarded his grandsire on her right. He tried to see him with her eyes. The solid dark figure of her first love, he had probably been gentle and understanding with the innocent young girl she had been, but on their one night together had he been able to bring her to the heights of ecstasy? Then her eyes turned to meet his own, what did she see when she looked at him? He knew that he had brought her again and again to the most exquisite pleasure… but what else did she think of him?

Buffy looked down the bed at the three of them, one tiny slim golden figure sandwiched between a tall, strong, broad body, and a pale, slight, finely muscled one. Finding an expectant erection pressed against each hip she smiled and took one in each hand and began to stroke them. “I wonder what I should do with these?” She mused, sniggering mischievously as her lovers groaned as one, their hands once more reaching out to touch her.

“Where do you want us love?” Spike whispered hoarsely. He slid a finger into her dripping wet channel, “here?” He then thrust his tongue into her mouth and tasted her, “here?” He took the wet slippery finger from her centre and teased the other entrance into relaxing before sliding in, “or here?”

Buffy captured his tongue and kissed him thoroughly before nodding to herself as she came to a decision. Shyly she announced, “Angel, you come up here,” she stuck her tongue out at him. “Spike you need to get in here.” She guided his hand into her heated opening and rubbed herself against it.

Exchanging excited glances the two vampires quickly moved into their appointed places. Spike tugged Buffy down the bed slightly to give Angel room to position himself at her waiting mouth, and then took his place between her thighs.

As Spike slowly slid deep into her burning wet centre he watched Buffy take the base of Angel’s erection in one hand and begin to lick and tease the sensitive head, running her tongue around the thick shaft and gently easing the loose fold of skin back and forward, nipping it with her teeth before pushing her head forward and taking the hard flesh deep into the back of her throat as her other hand transferred to cradle his buttocks. Angel and Spike both grunted with lust, Angel at the sensation and Spike at the sight, and then Buffy moaned and lifted her hips as Spike thrust into her. Spike began to move steadily, adopting the same long slow rhythm as she set with her lips sliding up and down Angel’s shaft.

Angel tangled his hands in Buffy’s hair as he tried not to lunge too deeply into her throat, struggling to allow her to set the pace and depth of their movement, but it had been so long… and her mouth was so hot… “Buffy... Oh God… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Oh Buffy…” Spike grinned as Angel took one hand off Buffy’s head and clutched at the headboard to prevent himself falling onto her as he grunted and shuddered through his release. The smug Slayer gazed up at his dazed expression as she drank down every drop and then licked and teased the still hard shaft with her teeth before releasing it.

As Angel collapsed bonelessly onto the pillows Buffy turned her attention to Spike, stroking his shoulders and chest as she pulled him further up her body to kiss him. “Harder now please…” she urged. Spike tasted Angel on her tongue and his demon growled possessively at the insult, the vibrations travelling through his chest to Buffy’s erect nipples as he deepened his thrusts. Angel moved to recline along Buffy’s side, stroking and kissing whatever flesh kept still long enough for him to reach it, whether warm golden or cool alabaster, rubbing his continuing erection against Buffy’s hip and thigh as he moved with the panting couple.

Buffy’s nails once more made themselves felt as she tried to make Spike move even harder into her, and the sweet pain brought his demon even closer to the surface and his eyes flashed gold at her as he growled again. “Yes… my demon… please…” Buffy begged, and Spike allowed his face to change as his demon took over and began pounding into his claimed partner with a force that would have seriously injured a normal human. She pulled his mouth down to hers and as she lifted her hips to meet each powerful surge she began kissing him, one hand grasping at the back of his neck while the other went to cradle Angel’s head which rested at her side as he nuzzled her breast. Spike tasted blood and knew she was again pricking her lips or tongue on his fangs to give him a treat, and breathed his quiet thanks into her mouth.

Angel had moved back slightly as he knew Spike’s demon would be less tolerant of his presence that his human persona, but when there was no obvious objection he moved forward again and resumed rubbing himself against Buffy’s side and stroking kissing and licking any flesh he could access. He slipped his hand between the two straining bodies and found the swollen sensitive node nestled in her wiry curls. When Spike’s hips moved away as he prepared for each new lunge Angel was able to caress it with experienced fingers, and soon Buffy was once more wailing as she was overwhelmed with pleasure, her inner muscles contracting and pulsing as they tried to draw Spike even further in.

Spike tried to keep going, but had to stop as he realised that once more Buffy’s muscles had closed around him preventing him from moving. He collapsed onto Buffy’s chest chuckling as his human face returned. “You’ve trapped me again love,” he accused, “your Slayer muscles just don’t want to let me go!” He rolled them onto their sides to take his weight off her, allowing Angel to spoon tightly against her back. “I can’t do much more than kiss and touch you until you can relax love, but Angel can still pleasure you…”

At the suggestion Angel wet his fingers once more from her sopping centre and began working them around her tight rear opening. “Do you like this Buffy?” he asked, his voice deep with passion as Spike lifted Buffy’s right leg over his hip to allow the older vampire better access.

“Yes… please… gently…” Buffy gasped as she continued to kiss the blonde in front of her, lazily continuing to move her hips against him. Seeing blood on Spike’s lips Angel knew he wouldn’t be able to kiss Buffy’s mouth without exchanging blood and endangering the claim bond, so he nuzzled and kissed her neck and shoulders and breast as his hand worked, easing first one, then two then three fingers inside, encouraging the entrance to open wider.

At last Spike saw Angel nod that he thought she was ready, and Spike shifted his position again. He lifted Buffy onto his lap as he sat on his feet, bringing her legs around to straddle him and wrap around his hips, and then rose onto his knees and lifted her as high as he could considering how tightly he was held within her. “Relax now pet, and lean forward a bit.” As Buffy put her arms around Spike’s shoulders and leant into him Angel moved to kneel behind her and positioned his member directly under her. He dipped his hand beneath the soaking wet hot flesh above and stroked himself and then the entry to lubricate the way.

Finally Spike gently began to lower Buffy into position and Angel gasped as he was slowly enclosed in a tight hot sheath of flesh. Buffy moaned and whimpered as she was stretched and filled completely. Spike asked, “Not too much for you is it love?” He was suddenly concerned that the little Slayer might not be able to take both of them at the same time.

“No… love it…” She breathed, “So full… my boys…”

Smiling at each other with delighted satisfaction Angel and Spike gave her a few moments to accustom herself to the position and relax, then they grasped either side of her slim frame, Angel at her hips and Spike at her waist, and they cautiously began to lift her slightly and then allow her to slide back down with gravity. “Relax your legs down love,” Spike suggested.

As she did so Buffy sighed with pleasure and took Spike’s head and drew him into a deep kiss. After a few minutes Angel added, “Lean back against me Buffy.” As she leaned back against his smooth chest Angel was able to move deeper within her and moaned as he was completely engulfed in burning heat.

Spike had an idea. “Stop a minute.” The older vampire looked disappointed and raised a questioning eyebrow, and Buffy whimpered as the stimulation she had been enjoying came to an abrupt end. Spike cocked his head at his tiny lover, curled his tongue behind his teeth and grinned wickedly. He asked, “Buffy love, how about giving Angel a taste of those lovely Slayer muscles you showed me?”

She sniggered and nodded, bracing her hands against his chest as she met his eyes and frowned slightly, her pink tongue sticking out a little as she concentrated. After a few seconds both vampires groaned as they were squeezed remorselessly by bands of superstrong muscles. The pulse repeated and then came again, strengthening as Buffy learned to control the power she was wielding. Angel sank his face into her hair, closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist as he began muttering desperately, “Oh God… unbelievable… so tight… so strong… so hot…”

Spike took hold one of Angel’s hands and shifted it from Buffy’s waist to press it against her belly, “Feel that mate, that’s what’s doing it to us.” He gasped along with his grandsire as they both felt the rippling muscles under her skin as they were once more gripped and released by an invisible force.

Buffy grinned triumphantly and raised one hand to stroke Spike’s cheek, then half turned and cupped Angel’s cheek with the other. “I have the power!” She whispered smugly, “two big strong vampires helpless in my grasp!” Both of them chuckled softly, their mouths and hands going to work on her body.

After a few more strong pulses Angel begged, “Oh stop Buffy… I can’t take… much more… please…” As she relaxed her muscles Spike realised he had been freed from his personal vise, and the two vampires resumed moving her up and down upon the two shafts of hard flesh that supported her between them. Spike was nipping at her breasts which made her gasp and wriggle against Angel’s chest, but it was when Angel sent his fingers around to tease her swollen sensitive spot that she came again, such ecstasy ripping through her that Spike had to pull her to him and muffle her desperate cries with his mouth to prevent everyone in the hotel from knowing exactly what was going on in Angel’s room.

As her spasms gradually eased Spike motioned to Angel that they should change their positions once more. Slowly Angel lay back on the bed, bringing his partners with him as first Buffy then Spike lay on top of him. Spike knelt between the two pairs of spread legs, propped himself up on straight arms, and began slowly moving inside his Slayer as he gazed down into the two lust filled faces beneath him. Each long stroke slid Buffy’s body half off Angel’s erection, then as he withdrew Angel grasped her hips and pushed her firmly back down onto him.

Buffy lifted and spread her legs even wider and clutched at Spike’s shoulders, panting for breath as her two lovers filled her alternately. “Oooh this is… heaven…” she gasped, “can you… feel each… other?... Is it… good for… you too?”

“Course we… can love… just perfect…” Spike grunted as he continued his long gentle drives, nuzzling at a nipple on each stroke.

“Wonderful… Buffy…” Angel added. After several long minutes when no words were exchanged, just increasingly loud gasps and moans of ecstasy, Angel suddenly cried out wordlessly and fell out of their smooth triple rhythm as he clutched at Buffy, hips jerking erratically. Spike felt himself being abruptly ripped from his euphoric daze as he was tossed off Buffy onto the bed to one side as Angel surged forcefully upwards once, twice, three, four then five times into the pliant body covering him, a deep animal growl escaping his lips. As soon as he could speak he moaned, “Oh God, I’m so sorry baby, did I hurt you?” He stroked the places where his strong fingers had been digging deep into her soft flesh as he gently withdrew from her.

Buffy turned in his arms to lie face down on him and started to kiss him. “Just a little bit my Angel… don’t worry… Slayer healing you know….” She frowned when he wouldn’t meet her lips, turning his face from side to side so that she was nuzzling his cheeks and ears. “Why won’t you kiss me?”

“You have blood on your lips baby. I mustn’t taste that, it could disrupt your claim with Spike.”

“Oh I see… more vampire stuff…” Sadly accepting Angel’s explanation, Buffy turned to see Spike scowling back at her. As he had watched Angel enjoying Buffy’s body he had had trouble restraining himself from vamping out and physically ripping her away from him. His angry demon was now very close to the surface, it had reluctantly agreed to sharing her, not to being replaced. She reached out her arms to him. “Come back to me Spike, I need you…”

Pacified slightly, Spike glided back across the bed on hands and knees like a pale panther, pausing to look down on her flushed eager face. He leaned forward and nuzzled his mark on her neck and licked it lovingly. His demon growled softly as it recognised and acknowledged its claim. He gently pulled Buffy off Angel’s body onto her back and started kissing and nipping her from her neck downwards, caressing her breasts, stomach and belly with lips teeth and tongue as he moved down to lap at her soaking entrance, teasing her with his tongue. Satisfied he possessed her once more, he moved smoothly up her body and slid straight back in to her waiting heat.

Buffy cupped Spike’s face in her hands and lifted her head to kiss him deeply, forcing her tongue past his teeth to twirl around his tongue. “Give me my lovely strong demon please…” she begged, and smiled and sighed with satisfaction when his deep smoky blue eyes glowed yellow, the bones of his face shifted, and fangs descended to meet her waiting lips.

Spike’s demon snarled a quiet warning as Angel reached out to fondle the golden figure beside him. “Mine!” he insisted, as he surged again and again into the heat he craved, the slim powerful hips rising to meet him half way giving as much pleasure as they received. He nuzzled the welcoming mouth, tasting the rich sweet blood that trickled from a tiny fang prick in a lip, and sent his elongated demon tongue in to trace the blunt human teeth and caress the soft tongue he found there.

Buffy eventually had to pull her mouth from his to breathe deeply. She brushed her hair from her neck and turned her head to one side offering herself up to the demon that had claimed her. “Bite me again Spike,” she whispered huskily, “taste me and make me yours…” Spike’s demon gladly accepted the invitation and sank his fangs deep into his mark, savouring and swallowing a single mouthful of the powerful nectar that gave him such strength and endurance. He resisted the urge to suck and drink deep, this bite was intended to give and receive sensual pleasure and to reinforce his claim, not to feed.

Buffy moaned loudly, and impulsively bit hard into the neck above her face as she clutched the nape of Spike’s neck pressing both mouths deeper into their target flesh. Her other hand grabbed at his hip as she wrapped her legs around his buttocks, locking her ankles to draw him deep in to her body. She screamed “mine” into his bloody neck as her inner muscles contracted in strong pulses of delight that together with the hot new pain in his neck forced Spike to convulse and spend into her with a muffled primal roar. When at last he was able to relax, he carefully withdrew his fangs and licked the freshly reopened wound to seal it. He let his demon face fade away as he rested his head on Buffy’s heaving chest, his tongue idly playing with the erect nipple he found beside his mouth.

Buffy was left panting and gasping for breath, “Ooooh… Oh that was… I’ve never… Oh God…”

Spike chuckled and raised his head to meet his Slayer’s eyes. “That good huh, love?” He eased his weight off to one side intending to slip out of his favourite place, but was prevented by Buffy’s strong hands clutching at his sides.

“You just… stay… exactly… where you… are,” she insisted breathlessly, turning them slightly so that they lay on their sides as she gradually recovered, sighing as her hips continued making slow easy rolling movements as she enjoyed lingering aftershocks. They exchanged caresses and gentle kisses with bruised blood smeared mouths. After a few moments Spike noticed her frown slightly, then turning she asked, “Angel? Where are you? I need you to hold me too please.” Then she gave a sudden worried gasp, “You are still Angel… right? We haven’t made you too happy have we?”

Angel smiled and reassured her from where he lay watching them, idly toying with his renewed erection. “Don’t worry Buffy, I’m happier than I’ve been for a long time, but my idea of perfect happiness doesn’t include sharing you with Spike, so you’re quite safe.” He carefully kept his distance. He knew that although Buffy and Spike would be totally unaware of it, the situation had just completely changed and he would be unable to approach safely without Spike’s express permission. He regarded the blonde vampire warily, “Spike? Can I come closer and hold Buffy?”

Spike couldn’t understand why his demon immediately began objecting so strongly. He couldn’t help snarling at Angel and his face tried to change as he fought to control it. He held his Slayer tightly to him as Buffy stroked and kissed his forehead as his ridges and fangs kept trying to emerge and asked, “What’s the matter Spike?”

“Demon suddenly doesn’t want to share you,” he growled, “hang on a minute love.” He struggled internally for a little while longer until his sulky demon finally relented and allowed him to relax. “Okay,” he nodded to Angel, “just to hold her now…” he warned.

Angel edged closer and cuddled against Buffy’s back, stroking his erection against her backside and adding his large capable hands to the gentle caresses the Slayer was receiving from Spike. “Have we pleased you Buffy?” He asked. “Is there anything else you need from us?”

“Tired now…” she replied, and smiling shyly she admitted, “bit sore too…” She gazed fondly at her two vampires, lifting her hands to cup and stroke each of their faces. “Thank you, it’s been wonderful, can we just cuddle now?”

Angel touched her face and traced her lips with gentle fingers. “I want to thank you for agreeing to this Buffy, I didn’t think you would, but when Spike suggested it I just couldn’t resist. It’s been an honour to share in something so special. You must know I’ll always love you, but I know you need to be with Spike now. Having this time with you, seeing how good the two of you are together, has made that easier for me to accept.” He bent his head and kissed her on the forehead, still avoiding her lips.

“I’ve still got blood on my mouth?” Buffy asked, disappointed. When Angel nodded to her Buffy turned back to Spike. “Please clean me up Spike, I need Angel kissage…”

Spike tenderly lapped at her lips and chin, surprised to find that most of the blood he tasted was his own. He was careful not to reopen the healing punctures his fangs had made, and when he could see all the blood had gone he suggested, “Clean mine up too would you pet? No point getting rid of the blood on your mouth if I’m just going to get more on you.” Buffy unthinkingly returned the favour. It never crossed her mind that previously she would have been revolted by the mere suggestion. She then turned back for a long slow affectionate kiss from Angel, after which he drew the covers back up over the three of them.

For about half an hour Buffy and her two vampires lay snuggled warmly together, petting each other and exchanging soft dreamy kisses. Spike’s erection was still securely held within his Slayer’s body being teased by occasional pulses of her strong inner muscles. Angel maintained his own erection by slipping it between Buffy’s thighs where it was gently squeezed, and by the occasional firm stroke or two received from a stray hand under the covers. Buffy meanwhile was kept in a state of heightened arousal by skilled fingers and mouths from both sides.

All three of them were drifting in a haze of desire, their physical awareness of each other so acute that each would only need seconds of the correct stimulus to achieve yet another orgasm, but by unspoken agreement they kept each other simmering just under the critical point, enjoying the delectable tension and the sense of anticipation.
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