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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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They were instantly startled into full alertness when a knock came at the door. “Angel? Are you in there?” Giles’s voice fell shockingly loud in the room that had been silent except for the whisper of flesh sliding against flesh and occasional quiet gasps and sighs. “I can’t find Buffy and Spike, and I need to discuss the consequences of the claim with them.”

“Angel spoke quietly, “I do need to explain it all to you both, and Giles needs to know all about it too so he can be prepared. Should we let him in?”

Buffy was horrified, “But Angel… he’ll know what we’ve been…”

“I’m sure he won’t tell anyone if you ask him not to love.” Spike tried to reassure her, “I don’t doubt he had similar experiences in his ‘Ripper’ days…” He gave a little laugh, “although admittedly probably not with vampires.”

Buffy looked anxiously from one loving face to the other. “Do you really think…?”

“Angel?” The enquiring voice came again slightly louder, accompanied by more insistent knocking.

“All right, but I want a shower first.” Buffy whispered, suddenly very aware of her sweaty dishevelled state and the grime from the old cinema still smearing her skin.

“You’ll want something to eat too.” Spike muttered.

Buffy protested, “I’m not really very hungry.”

Angel raised his voice, “They’re in here Giles. If you could give us twenty minutes or so and come back with some breakfast for Buffy we’ll be ready to explain all about the claim.”

There was a quiet exclamation of surprise from behind the door, and Spike smirked, “I’ll bet he’s cleaning his glasses!” He spoke up for Giles to hear, ignoring Buffy’s protestations. “Slayer needs feeding up Rupert, some eggs, and toast and honey, and lots of fruit, and a big glass of milk and some juice, two parts orange one part grapefruit if you can manage it.”

As Giles went in search of food Buffy looked at Spike in amazement, “I’m never going to be able to eat all that... and how do you know my drink?”

Spike grinned cheekily back at her, “This is me, remember? Lurking stalker guy?”

Buffy thumped him in the chest and giggled, then patted both her lovers and said. “Come on you two, let’s get into the shower.” She opened her legs to allow Spike to ease himself out of her, and then clambered over him and off the bed to lead the way into the bathroom, dragging a vampire with each hand.

It was a bit of a tight squeeze getting three people into the shower, but somehow that seemed to make it more fun. Heads were shampooed, bodies lathered and a great deal of stroking, teasing and laughing went on as the dust, grime and assorted bodily fluids resulting from their activities of the past few hours was all rinsed away. There were just a few minutes left before Giles was due to return when Spike realised they still had the problem of two highly aroused vampires to deal with, not to mention the insistent throbbing he could sense between his Slayer’s legs.

He poured a drop of shower gel into Buffy’s waiting hands and gestured to Angel’s groin, “Help the Old Poof out would you love, then we can get you and me sorted out ready to receive visitors.” He nestled against Buffy’s back, his mouth and hands busy as she leaned into Angel, accepting his kisses and touches as she worked her slippery hands upon him until he shuddered and grunted through his climax.

After rinsing himself under the stinging hot spray Angel turned to the blonde pair and laid one strong arm around each of their shoulders, pulling them both into his broad chest in a close embrace. “This has been absolutely amazing,” he whispered hoarsely, “I can never thank you both enough.” He hesitated for a moment, then released them and stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and disappeared back into the bedroom.

Spike put his arms around Buffy linking his hands on her belly, his chin resting comfortably on the top of her head as she stood absently sucking a single forefinger as she gazed silently after the tall dark figure. “You okay love?” He asked nervously. “Did I do the right thing for you? I wasn’t sure…”

Buffy turned in his arms and lifted her joyous face to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself against him… and he sighed with relief. “Oh yes Spike, I’m not sure how something that should be so wrong felt so right, but it did. It was just perfect.” She got a mischievous glint in her eye and whispered, “Perhaps if we need to come for another visit sometime we could bring the handcuffs with us?”

The thought of watching Buffy using the handcuffs on his grandsire made Spike growl with lust and he spun her to face away from him into the shower spray, leaned her forward against the tiled wall, nudged her legs apart and pushed straight up into her. He cupped one hand over a perfectly sized breast and buried the other in her wiry curls to knead two small sensitive pieces of flesh while he was lunging urgently into her receptive warmth. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard for ages pet,” he grunted into her ear. “What would you like to do to him once you’ve got him chained up then?”

Buffy giggled breathlessly as she braced herself and worked back against him. “I’ll need to think about that, I’ll have to have some trial runs with you when we get home.” Daringly she added, “Perhaps you could tell me something you know he’d like?”

“Oh baby….” Spike groaned as he pictured the tiny figure of the Slayer dominating the hulking Angel, his control totally evaporating as he dug his fingers into her hips ground himself into her rounded backside and exploded with an animalistic howl. He was immediately mortified that he hadn’t satisfied Buffy first, and reached back around to finish the task he had abandoned, tweaking and stroking for a few seconds as he continued to move his hips slowly until she clenched around him, her knees threatening to give way as she gasped and moaned through yet another orgasm.

Buffy languidly turned to kiss him as they rinsed the last traces of their lovemaking away, then Spike turned the water off and they emerged into the steamy bathroom to pick up soft towels. Spike rapidly dried himself and turned to help Buffy. “Go…” she gently pushed him towards the door, “I have things to do… human things.” she blushed slightly as she gestured towards the toilet.

“Right love, see you in a minute,” Spike kissed her once more and strode naked back into the bedroom, hearing the door close behind him. He found Angel changing the sheets on the bed wearing a loosely tied knee length burgundy silk robe.

“The whole room smelled of nothing but sex,” Angel chuckled, “I know Giles is going to understand what we’ve been doing, but there’s no need to rub his nose in it.” Spike smirked and nodded in agreement and helped tuck in the edges of the fresh cream silk sheets and replace the comforter and piled pillows.

A few moments later the two vampires heard the flushing of the toilet, and then Buffy appeared at the bathroom door wrapped in a huge fluffy white towel. “Comb please…” she looked down at herself, “and is there something I can put on so I don’t have to talk to Giles in just a towel?”

Angel tossed her a comb from his dresser and opened his wardrobe. He rummaged through his clothes for a few seconds then drew out a black silk shirt. “Here you are Buffy, you’ll probably need to roll the sleeves up though….”

Spike took the offered shirt, and as Buffy combed the stubborn tangles out of her hair he loosened her towel allowing it to fall to the floor around her feet, and then draped the shirt around her shoulders. “Arms…” he instructed, and she slid her arms into the sleeves. She flapped about until she could get her hands to emerge from the cuffs and resumed combing her hair as Spike fastened all but the top three buttons. Once her hair was tangle free the shirtsleeves were rolled up to allow Buffy the full use of her hands, and then Spike stood back to see the effect. He exchanged appreciative smiles with Angel as they took in the tiny figure of the woman they both loved enveloped in the huge shirt that draped to just below her suntanned knees.

Buffy regarded their fond grins curiously, “How do I look?” she asked, holding her arms out to the side and turning on the spot.

“Absolutely adorable,” Spike sighed, “we’re going to take that shirt with us, and you’ll wear it often…” He leered at her and added, “…briefly...” His reverie was interrupted by a loud knock.

“Room service for a hungry Slayer.” Giles announced through the door.

“One minute!” Angel called out, and gestured for Buffy to get into the bed.

Spike suddenly realised that both Angel and Buffy were regarding him with considerable amusement. “What?” he asked, looking from one to the other in confusion.

Buffy pointed at his groin, “Isn’t that ever going to get tired?” she giggled.

Spike looked down and saw his persistent erection pointing straight back at her. He waggled his hips at her. “That’s the effect my Slayer’s blood has on me…” he chortled.

“Come on,” Buffy pulled the covers back at her side. “Get in here and cover it up, we don’t want to give poor Giles a heart attack.” Spike tossed Buffy’s towel back into the bathroom and closed the door, then slid between the cool sheets and drew the covers up to his waist as he sat cross-legged, leaning back against the pillows. He put his right arm around his Slayer and drew her into him so she leaned contentedly at an angle against his side facing towards the comfortable chair that Angel had positioned next to a small table ready for Giles.

“Ready?” Angel asked as he approached the door.

“As I’ll ever be…” Buffy replied, licking her lips anxiously.

Giles walked confidently into the room carrying a large tray, but came to a sudden halt blinking in confusion when he saw the occupants of the large bed. Angel closed the door behind him and relocked it, then took the laden tray from him, placed it on the bed in front of Spike and ushered the Watcher to his chair before sitting on the bed on top of the covers beside Buffy. He stretched his legs out in front of him crossed at the ankles as he leaned against the headboard and carefully draped the folds of his robe to maintain his modesty. Spike just managed to suppress the possessive growl bubbling up in his throat, which would have erupted if the other vampire had dared to get under the covers next to his Slayer.

Giles removed his glasses for the inevitable polish as he desperately tried to collect his thoughts, and Spike took a large glass of cold milk from the tray and passed it to Buffy. “Here you are pet, wet your whistle with a drop of this.” He examined the food on the tray. There was a big plate of scrambled eggs with some grilled mushrooms and tomatoes, no toast but a couple of large flaky croissants, a pot of honey, two bananas and an orange, and a huge jug of fruit juice and a clean glass.

By the time he had taken this in an empty glass was being handed back to him, and Giles was speaking. “Buffy my dear… do I understand that… um… I wouldn’t want to suggest… er… I mean it looks as if…” He gave up and peered at the barely clothed Angel anxiously.

Spike spoke up to spare his Slayer’s blushes as he handed her the plate of eggs and a fork. “Don’t worry Rupert, we’ve been very careful, he’s still the old Poof. There’s no way he could be perfectly happy with me here, and I haven’t left them alone together for a second.”

Giles flushed and cleared his throat self-consciously as he took in the significance of that statement, and Buffy was momentarily overcome with embarrassment. Her shaking hand managed to spill a forkful of egg and tomato down her front. Angel leaned over to help her pick it up but was brought up short by a fierce warning snarl from Spike, whose demon face was suddenly very much in evidence.

Giles’s glasses received another thorough polish as he nervously eased as far back in his chair as he could. Angel cautiously retreated, and Buffy turned to reassure Spike as she stroked his forehead and cheeks and covered his face with eggy kisses. “Sshh, down boy!” She whispered. “It’s only Angel, he won’t hurt me, you know that!”

“I know, that wasn’t the problem love,” Spike explained sheepishly as he forced his jealous demon down, shaking his head to resume his human appearance. “Sorry, my bloody demon has suddenly got very possessive, he didn’t want Angel anywhere near you. I don’t know what’s going on!” He picked up the spilled food and put it in his mouth, before urging Buffy to finish eating before it got cold.

Angel answered him, “I know what’s happening Spike, that’s what I need to explain to you all.” He turned to the pale faced Watcher who was still staring at Spike anxiously. “Giles? I can see you’re worried about whether Buffy’s safe with Spike, don’t be. She is far safer with him than she could possibly be without him. The bond that has been forged between them means that he will protect her with his life, as I believe he had already shown he was willing to. It’s just that now his protectiveness of her will be far more pronounced, particularly until they’ve both come to terms with the new link.”

“Bond…? Link…? I don’t understand, Angel. I thought this new mark was going to be a simple matter of transferring your claim?” Giles frowned in confusion.

Spike received an empty plate to replace on the tray, and passed his Slayer a chunk of croissant dipped in honey to replace it. “That’s what I thought too,” he said. “So what’s different then?” He asked, popping a piece of banana into Buffy’s waiting mouth. He poured some juice into the clean glass and passed it over.

“There are several different grades of claim, each having its own significance.” Angel paused in his explanation for a moment. “Perhaps you’d care to take notes Giles? It’s clear the Council have very few details of this sort, and although I think we’d all prefer this to be a confidential matter,” he gestured to Spike and Buffy, “there might come a time when the information could become invaluable.”

“Giles, he means after I’m dead… again….” Buffy declared frankly, eliciting an unhappy grumbly growl and possessive squeeze from Spike. She looked around at the three men in the world who she trusted most with her life. “And I want you all to promise me that when I do get killed again, you won’t let them bring me back again! Twice is quite enough!”

When they had all mumbled their agreement Angel continued. “The mark I left on Buffy nearly three years ago was from a feeding bite. That meant the link between us was of the simplest most common type, and was barely noticeable to either of us. In vampire terms the scar demonstrated my claim that Buffy was a resource I had reserved for myself for feeding or other... er... pleasures, and it consisted of a plain warning to other vampires to keep off my property.” Buffy jammed the last piece of honey covered croissant into her mouth and absently held her sticky fingers out for Spike to lick clean, before accepting a large slice of banana and a refilled juice glass.

Angel continued his lecture. “Last night while we were out an ideal opportunity arose for Spike to overwrite my claim mark, but things got a lot more complicated than I thought they would. I had assumed that Spike would just make a feeding claim like mine, but I hadn’t fully appreciated the passionate nature of their relationship, and as I didn’t prepare them for what to expect they both went with their instincts. This would usually be a good thing as it ensures an honest claim that will suit the pair concerned perfectly, but the participants are usually two vampires who know the consequences of their actions. What confuses the issue more than anything else is the fact that not only is Buffy human, she’s the Slayer. That brings in an unknown variable.”

Spike picked up the orange, vamped out briefly to use a fang to slice the peel into four easily removed quarters, smiling at Giles when the Watcher lifted an amused eyebrow. He tore the fruit into segments and started feeding them to his Slayer one by one.

Angel continued, “First I’d better fill in the important factors that have to be taken into consideration. Being vampires the key factor is of course the actual bite and the drinking of blood. To make a claim this is purely symbolic, so it’s usually only a small amount that’s taken. It can be one sided with just the dominant partner biting, or each can bite the other simultaneously. Then there are the various forms of possessive and submissive words that can be used to define the relationship. The dominant partner will usually claim the other with the word ‘mine’ or something similar at the time of the bite, and sometimes the other will submit with the word ‘yours’ or the equivalent. In very rare cases both will claim with ‘mine’ and also submit with ‘yours’, this can create a very stable equal partnership. There are numerous possible combinations of all these factors that produce a wide variety of bonds between claimants. The rarest, strongest and most lasting claims are also sealed with… er… physical contact at the time of the bite.”

Giles stopped writing and looked up from his notebook questioningly. “Physical contact?”

“He means shagging Rupert.” Spike explained. “A vampire bite can be a very erotic experience.” He poured the last of the fruit juice into the glass and handed it to Buffy who sighed and sipped it.

“I’ve had enough now thanks Spike, I told you I wasn’t very hungry.”

“Of course you weren’t kitten,” Spike agreed indulgently. He removed the tray carrying only empty dishes, fruit peel and crumbs onto the floor beside the bed so he could straighten his legs out, then wrapped both arms around her waist and cuddled her to him, drawing her damp head back to rest on his shoulder. He winked at Giles over her head as he met the Watcher’s eyes, which had widened in surprise when he noticed how much Buffy had just eaten.

Giles turned back to Angel and asked. “So… what kind of claim bond do you think we are dealing with here?” He gestured to the couple on the bed, “and what reactions can we expect?”

“That’s what I’m trying to work out Giles,” Angel replied. “After what I witnessed last night and again this morning there are just a couple of questions I need to ask Buffy and Spike.” He turned to look at them, “Last night I didn’t catch the words you used you spoke so quietly, what did you say to each other?”

Spike had to think hard for a moment. “I said ‘Mine’, because that was the one thing I knew I was supposed to say, and then I babbled on a bit as usual, but I don’t think there was anything significant in there. Buffy said ‘Oh Spike, My very own demon’, and then I said something else… what was it?”

“He told me he belonged to me, his body and… when he gets it… his soul.” Buffy added. “He’d told me before, or rather he sang to me when we were under that spell, that he was my willing slave, but last night I told him I don’t want a slave I want a partner. I think that’s everything…”

“So what does all this mean then?” Spike asked, beginning to suspect that something very profound had happened.

Angel reluctantly admitted, “I’m afraid I think it means that the pair of you have formed a complete mating bond. The nearest human equivalent I can think of is marriage, it’s an unbreakable bond that will last until one of the partners is dusted,” he gestured to Buffy, “or presumably until they die. It’s impossible to tell exactly what the effects on you two might be. It’s almost unheard of between vampires, who let’s face it aren’t the most constant of creatures, but I’ve never heard of it happening between a vampire and a human at all, and on top of that I have no idea how your Slayer blood will affect things, Buffy. I suspect you’ll be finding all sorts of connections developing such as each of you being able to sense when the other is in pain or feeling fear or anger, and I can already tell you’ll be very possessive and protective of each other.”

Angel turned to a shocked Giles, “I really had no idea there was any likelihood of this happening, and I don’t know whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing, but I’d really appreciate it if you could keep me informed of what links develop between them. As you can imagine I have a close personal interest.”

Buffy and Spike were both gazing at Angel with matching stunned expressions. “Married?” Buffy croaked, “I’m married to Spike?”

“Bloody hell Pea… um… Angel, are you serious?” Spike’s voice seemed about an octave higher than usual. “Until death do us part and all? How did that happen then?”

Angel heard Spike’s slight slip and noted his immediate correction with amusement. “Well last night the pair of you formed a close bond with your bite Spike, and the… er…”

“Shagging?” Spike contributed with a smirk.

“Exactly,” Angel admitted reluctantly, “and the only verbal factor missing from your little chat was Buffy’s submission with ‘yours’. Then this morning,” he gestured to the bed. “While we were... I mean while you were… um… That is to say you once more claimed Buffy with ‘mine’ while… er…”

“Shagging?” Spike chortled, causing Buffy to giggle self-consciously and blush.

“Quite.” Angel sighed. “Anyway… at that point Buffy asked you to bite her again, and said ‘make me yours’, which was the missing verbal requirement, and then while you were biting her she went and bit you, breaking the skin and consuming some of your blood as she said ‘mine’! The exchange of blood was the final seal, and it was after that your demon started objecting more violently to my presence. It instinctively understood what had happened even though you hadn’t a clue.”

Spike’s fingers went to the sore place on the opposite side of his neck from Drusilla’s mark from when she sired him, and at the same moment Buffy’s fingers went to her fresh new mark, brushing lightly across it which caused her to quiver slightly with pleasure. “Hmmm… sensitive…” she breathed, “funny… your bite wasn’t like that Angel.”

“That’s because of the more profound nature of Spike’s claim Buffy,” Angel explained, and then he addressed Spike. “The bite Buffy gave you won’t heal and vanish the way your other wounds do Spike, it’ll form a scar that should also be sensitive. It’s the visible sign of Buffy’s claim on you.”

Buffy suddenly turned in Spike’s arms and started beating his bare chest with her fists, yelling “What have you gone and done now you idiot vampire? Who said you could marry me?”

“Hey! It wasn’t my fault!” Spike tried in vain to fend of her blows while keeping the covers she was disturbing pulled up to his waist. “Nobody told me this could happen! ‘Sides it was you biting me that finished it off… you never asked me if you could do that like I asked you!”

Buffy continued struggling, rising up onto her knees to be able to get a better angle for her assault. “Well what was with all the shagging then? If you hadn’t... I mean if we hadn’t…”

Spike heard Giles quietly muttering something like ‘deserve each other’ but didn’t have the time to concentrate on listening to him as he responded to the unfair accusation his Slayer had just made. “You can’t blame me for that either you silly bint, I was just standing there minding my own business biting you when you went and jumped on me!” Spike turned to Angel to beg for confirmation. “That’s right isn’t it Angel? You were watching… tell her it wasn’t my fault!” Buffy overbalanced slightly as he turned so that she had to move one knee to prevent herself from falling head first off the bed, and she ended up kneeling astride his lap, facing him. Spike was instantly distracted from the argument by finding his Slayer’s silk clad breasts bouncing mere inches from his face, and the scent of her evident arousal rising from directly under his nose. He smiled, she always did love a good fight! He instinctively closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, which was unfortunate as it meant he missed seeing the fist aimed for his nose in time to duck or block it.

Taken by surprise that her unintentionally hard supposedly playful blow had actually landed, Buffy paused to check that Spike wasn’t too badly hurt, and in the process lowered herself to sit in his lap. Spike’s eyes immediately opened wide with shock as she sank down to sit on his erection, trapping it between his belly and her body. His arms automatically went around her waist to hold her to him. Oblivious to the effect she was having on him, Buffy continued to examine his nose, wriggling to try to get a view from a better angle.

“Um... Buffy love…” he croaked. When she didn’t respond he cleared his throat and spoke slightly more loudly, “Buffy, could you please sit still?”

Ignoring Spike’s pleas, Buffy asked him, “why didn’t you block me Spike? I didn’t mean to give you another bloody nose, look up and let me see if I’ve broken it again.” She continued to shift about in his lap, lifting the front hem of her shirt to dab at his bloody nose, which had the incidental effect of removing the thin silken barrier that had previously existed between warm flesh and cool.

Spike froze for a moment to enjoy the sensation, then came to his senses as she spread her legs a bit wider in a futile attempt to lower her head to look up his nose, and he felt her hot moist crease open and threaten to suck him in. “Buffy…” he whimpered into her breasts. Unsurprisingly they didn’t answer him, so as she continued to move he panicked and cried desperately, “Slayer! Would you do a fella a favour and stop wriggli …!” He broke off with a gasp.

Buffy was suddenly sitting as still as a statue, which was a good thing. Unfortunately it was too late. Her last manoeuvre had had the effect Spike had been trying to avoid, and she was now firmly seated, bolt upright with her eyes wide in a ‘caught in the headlights’ way staring back into his… with his erection firmly held deep within her. “Oh!” She said in a very small surprised voice, and then she gave a nervous little giggle that had the side effect of causing her inner muscles to contract, which made Spike close his eyes and moan with pleasure, which only made her giggle again.

Desperately trying to gather his wits about him Spike pushed Buffy’s rigid torso slightly to one side and looked around her to where Giles was sitting regarding them with raised eyebrows. “Er... Watcher? If you’ve got all those details down now… um… we can figure out what the claim’s going to do to us when we get back to Sunnyhell can’t we? I’d appreciate it if you could er… I mean we’ll see you later okay? We’ll just be getting ready to leave…” He pulled Buffy back to block his face from Giles’s view and turned to look at Angel who was grinning at him, fully aware of what had happened. Spike gestured with his head that Angel should get Giles out of the room, and mouthed an exaggerated ‘pleeeease’ at his grandsire.

Taking pity on him Angel got off the bed and began to help Giles gather up his notebook and writing materials, ushering him politely but firmly towards the door. As Angel was about to open the door Buffy came to life. She turned her head stiffly and said, “Giles, please don’t tell… er... could you not mention… um…”

Spike came to her rescue, “I think what our incoherent little Slayer is trying to say Rupert, is that she’d prefer it if you didn’t say anything about our three-in-a-bed adventures here this morning. She feels bad enough about our secret being exposed without having this come out too.”

Giles reassured her, “Your secret’s safe with me Buffy, I don’t think anyone would believe me anyway.” He paused for a second, his mouth twitching slightly at the corners and added, “Except perhaps for Anya, I think she might consider it to have been an excellent idea. Everyone will probably assume you spent the remainder of the night with Spike when you got back in. I won’t say anything to alter that assumption. I doubt if anyone would even consider the possibility that Angel kept you both company…” Angel relocked the door behind him, and both vampires heard with relief his quiet chuckle as he disappeared along the passage.

Sagging with released tension Buffy found her mouth captured by a talented pair of cool lips, and as she surrendered to a deep passionate kiss she wrapped her arms around Spike’s shoulders and began moving her hips slowly to take advantage of her accidental position. Spike felt his demon protesting at something and trying to emerge, and opened one eye to see Angel inches away beside the bed moving the tray to a table by the door, and then turning to look back at them, his hand moving rhythmically inside his robe. His hopeful expression made Spike try to assess his jealous demon’s mood, which was now easier to understand. After a moment’s thought he released Buffy’s mouth to allow her to breath and suggested, “One for the road?” He gestured towards the waiting figure behind her.

Buffy looked longingly at Angel, then turned back to Spike, “Your demon won’t mind?”

“He hates the idea, but he’ll just have to put up with it if that’s what you want love.” Spike was rewarded with a glorious smile and a deep passionate kiss before Buffy stretched out a hand and beckoned to Angel.

He approached the bed, keeping his attention on Spike rather than Buffy. He untied his robe and made to remove it, but Buffy stopped him with a shy smile. “Leave it on? I find I like the feel of silk next to my skin…” Angel retied his belt and pulled back the covers on the opposite side of the bed and slowly crawled across towards Buffy and Spike, stopping only when Spike could no longer hold in a low growl.

Buffy shivered with delight and laughed softly, “Ooh that’s lovely, it’s vibrating all through me!” She kissed Spike, then leaning over she reached out to the kneeling Angel and stroked his chest over the silk, drawing his head towards her for a kiss. All the time she maintained the slow easy movements of her hips.

Spike leaned forward and suckled one nipple through the thin fabric, while reaching over to try to tease the other with expert fingers. Angel leaned on one arm to keep his balance through the kiss and tried to caress Buffy’s silk covered backside with the other. After a few seconds they all realised they were uncomfortable and pulled apart.

“Well…that didn’t work…” Buffy giggled. “Lets start again.” She kissed Spike then lifted herself off him and kissed the tip of his erection before rolling to lie in the centre of the bed. She patted the sheet each side of her and gestured for the two vampires to take their places at her sides. They quickly snuggled up to her and she sighed, “Aaah… that’s better…” as she was enveloped in smooth cool limbs and slippery fabric. She lay back and closed her eyes in ecstasy for a few minutes as she enjoyed the sensation of skilled fingers and mouths eagerly exploring her body.

Spike was happily suckling one erect nipple through smooth silk while Angel was attending to the other and they were sharing the task of fondling the hot moist folds between Buffy’s legs, when Spike decided he wanted a kiss. Unfortunately Angel chose the same moment to come to the same decision, so as Spike’s mouth reached for Buffy’s, his forehead met Angel’s with some force. Spike’s demon took violent exception to being blocked in his desire and before he could prevent it Spike vamped out and snarled loudly, lunging towards his rival to warn him off.

Buffy intercepted him just in time as she sat up with Slayer speed and put her arms around him, firmly drawing his face to hers. “Hush baby,” she crooned, stroking his cheek and kissing him. “Do you want to stop now? Is this too hard for you?”

Heartily ashamed of his lack of control, Spike allowed himself to be gentled by Buffy’s soothing voice and soft fingers and kisses until he could shake off his demon face. “Sorry pet,” he mumbled, “didn’t mean to scare you…”

“You didn’t” she insisted, “I know you could never hurt me, and Angel understands you were just jealous. Have you had enough?”

Spike realised he couldn’t stop now, the scent of Buffy’s arousal was driving him to distraction, and he had no intention of going back on his agreement with Angel, he kept his word. “Need you…” He groaned desperately, and looked past her to see a very nervous Angel perched on the edge of the bed. He muttered, “Sorry mate, give me a minute…” and gestured to him that he should lie back down. He closed his eyes and drew his Slayer into a deep reassuring kiss, and tried to think of a way to satisfy all three of them without goading his demon to any more displays of aggression.

“Okay now…” He was finally able to say, and giving Buffy a grateful squeeze he explained, “I know how we can work this…” He gently turned his Slayer around until she was on her hands and knees facing Angel’s groin. “There you go love, tend to your Angel.” He then curled up behind her, nudged her legs apart and lifted the tail of the black shirt so he could bury his face in the source of her heady musk, making her gasp as his fingers tongue and teeth went to work. This meant he didn’t have to watch the cause of the deep grunts and moans Angel was uttering, or think about the reason why Buffy was rocking back and forth making very sexy little slurping noises along with the whimpers and mewls that he knew from her physical responses were caused by his own actions.

Several minutes passed with each of them totally engrossed in their pleasure, and then Angel’s weight shifted as he sat up to grasp Buffy’s head. He let out a deep rumbling roar as he shook the mattress with his thrusts into her throat before collapsing back down onto the pillows. Buffy edged around towards his head so she could kiss him, and Spike decided it was time for action. He sat up to see one of Angel’s hands tangled in Buffy’s hair as their mouths met, while the other was fondling a silk covered breast.

Allowing a soft deep growl to escape in an attempt to pacify his furious demon, Spike knelt up and eased Buffy’s knees even further apart, then very slowly pushed his throbbing erection deep into her waiting heat. He closed his eyes and paused, leaning forward to rest lightly on her back as he savoured the familiar, yet somehow always fresh feeling of completion this simple act produced in him. This was where he belonged, he couldn’t think of anywhere he would rather be.

He just drifted until Buffy moaned and dipped her back to stick her backside out at him to hint it was time for him to move, and he chuckled and kissed her on her back before complying. Closing his eyes again so he didn’t have to watch his Slayer kissing his grandsire he kept his thrusts long and slow, they had been playing rough most of the night and morning, now it was time for gentle and loving. He leaned forward to slide one hand up under the silk to fondle Buffy’s unoccupied breast, the other going around to stroke the bruised and swollen node of nerves nestling in her dark curls.

Spike slowly became aware of desperate whimpering, and opened his eyes to see Buffy’s head pillowed on Angel’s broad chest, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she braced herself against his thrusts. Angel was stroking her face and hair, smiling fondly down at her. “What do you need love?” Spike asked, his voice throaty with desire.

“Harder…” Buffy pleaded.

“No love… not harder… gonna be gentle… you’re all bruised.” He panted back to her.

“Need… something…” She begged.

Angel looked up and caught Spike’s eye and deliberately licked a finger and pointed. Spike nodded, and as he kept up his smooth rhythm he took his left hand from Buffy’s breast and sucked his thumb to wet it. He then laid his hand on the small of Buffy’s back and slowly slid his thumb down the crease between her buttocks and straight in to the tight entrance he found there.

Buffy bucked and gasped, her inner muscles clenching around Spike almost destroying his resolve to go slowly. He groaned and concentrated, but removing his thumb caused a repeat of the same reaction, and he found himself reaching forward over her back, his hips moving more urgently.

Buffy was now moaning constantly, working her hips back against him and Spike was having terrible trouble keeping his demon reined in. He was insisting on the need to bite, but Spike was determined to resist. As if she knew exactly what he was thinking Buffy suddenly gasped, “Do it!”

“Do what love?” Spike croaked.

“I’m yours…” she panted, “Bite me Spike… please …”

Spike directed a pleading glance to Angel, begging for him to disagree, only to receive a nod and shrug in return, and this was all it took for the demon inside Spike to snarl in triumph and lean forward to bury his fangs in the nape of Buffy’s neck. As Spike swallowed a mouthful of rich blood and then sucked deeply just once before controlling his demon’s greed, it only took two hard thrusts to make Buffy collapse onto Angel burying her screams of ecstasy in his chest.

Spike followed mere seconds later, his roar muted by the blood still filling his throat. He clung on with his fangs until he felt the last of her aftershocks pulse through his Slayer’s body, then very gently he withdrew them, licked the new wound and then withdrew from her body to roll to one side. He found his head pillowed on Angel’s body beside his panting Slayer as his demon retreated, reassured in his claim and totally satiated.

Lying with his eyes closed Spike wondered if he was ever going to be able to move again, his limbs felt as limp as overcooked spaghetti. He felt a hand stroking his head and chest, and decided he never wanted to move again, he was perfectly happy where he was. He wondered where his Slayer got her energy from. He heard a feeble voice beside him whispering, “Can’t move… don’t want to move… want to stay here for ever…”

Bemused by his thoughts being spoken aloud Spike opened his eyes and looked to his left. There was his Slayer, looking as exhausted as he felt, just turning to look at him. They moved as one, rolling together to wrap their arms around each other, kiss, then just hold each other, their foreheads resting together in wordless contentment as they gazed into each others’ eyes.

Spike felt the stroking hand again, and belatedly realised it couldn’t belong to his Slayer. Then he saw a large hand stroking her head and shoulder and understood that Angel was caressing both of them. He chuckled, “Nice pillow, pillow with well trained hands, must get one to take home.”

Buffy giggled, “Lovely pillow, good pillow to have. Wonder how much they cost?”

When Angel began laughing Spike grumbled, “Not so keen on the bouncy pillow though…” and prodded him in the ribs. He looked up over Buffy’s head, “happy?” he asked.

“Happy.” Angel confirmed. “But thankfully not perfectly happy.” He added hastily.

Spike looked back to his Slayer, “You happy love?”

“Oh yes…” She breathed, kissing him again. “You?” she asked.

“I’m with you Buffy, that’s all it takes to make me happy. Finding out we’ve somehow managed to get ourselves bonded together has made me the happiest person undead.”

“Oh yes…” Buffy said. “About that… am I Buffy the Bloody now then?” She asked with a smile. “’Cos that’s going to look majorly weird on my ID.”

“Well Giles and I found a good name for me earlier. Let me introduce myself, William Knight at your service. That’s because I’m your Pale Knight… so you could be Buffy Knight?” Spike smirked.

“Gonna have to think about that…” she muttered, poking the laughing Angel in the ribs herself. “I wonder if we can take the batteries out of this pillow, it really is far too bouncy.”

Completely at their ease together the Slayer and her vampire lovers lay resting as time passed unremarked until once more they were disturbed by a knock on the door. This time Giles’s voice was quieter, but just as urgent. “Angel? Buffy? Spike? I thought you should know we’re preparing to leave in about half an hour, I think it’s time you made a move… don’t you?”

“Oh heavens…” Buffy breathed, where has the time gone?”

“Thank you Rupert,” Spike called towards the door, “We’ll be ready.” He turned back to his Slayer and leered, whispering “The time went here…” he kissed her, “and here…” he cupped a breast, “and here…” he stroked a hand down her belly into her damp curls. “There couldn’t be a better place for it to go…”

Regretfully they drew apart and began to gather their belongings. Angel handed Buffy the holdall containing her boots and the remains of the grubby clothes she had had with her at the cinema, Spike unearthed his jeans and boots from under the bed and put them on, still having trouble fastening his buttons after a second feed of Slayer blood. His duster was hanging on the back of the door from where he could grab it as he left. Angel slipped into a pair of loose trousers, shoes and a sweater. Suddenly they became awkward with each other, not quite knowing how to separate.

Buffy abruptly dropped her bag and let out a little sob, throwing herself into Angel’s arms. “Thank you Angel, it’s been glorious…” She stretched up on tiptoe, pulled his head down and kissed him thoroughly, and just as Spike’s demon was about to protest she pulled away and turned to wrap her arms around him. “Yours now,” she whispered, nuzzling the fully healed silver mark she had left on his neck sending shivers down his spine.

“And I’m yours… always,” he whispered in reply, nibbling his mark on her neck.

“We’d better go out separately if you want to keep this quiet Buffy,” Angel suggested, his voice thick with emotion. “You’d better go first, you’ll have more to do with packing and such.”

Spike cupped her chin and lifted her face to look into her eyes. “Love you…” He breathed, and brushed her lips with his. “Do me a favour? Don’t take another shower?”

Buffy smiled knowingly, “Let me guess… the scent?” she asked.

Spike flared his nostrils over her and inhaled the heady compound aroma of Buffy/sex/Spike/sex/ SlayerBlood/sex/Angel/sex… and sighed deeply. “I could live on it…” he admitted.

Buffy picked up her bag, kissed Spike on the tip of his nose, and with one last backwards glance at Angel she slipped out of the door.

Spike and Angel stood regarding each other, each trying to think of something to say. Unusually it was Angel who broke the silence. “I can’t believe how far you’ve come, boy. I could never have done what you’re doing, controlling your demon without a soul. As for being willing to share a bonded mate, that’s unheard of and I can’t tell you how grateful I am. I had thought I’d never be able to be with Buffy again...”

“Didn’t do any of it for you, you old poof, did it for the Slayer.” Spike mumbled to his feet. “Everything I do is for her.” He thought of something. “If you really think I’ve come a long way don’t you think it’s time you stopped calling me ‘boy’? I’m nearly a hundred and thirty soddin’ years old!”

“You’re quite right William.” Angel conceded. Then he continued, “Anyway, I’m proud of you.”

Spike looked up at Angel, his mouth falling open in astonishment. First his Slayer said she was proud of him, now his grandsire was saying it. He must be doing something right! He felt his eyes beginning to fill and quickly looked away and grabbed his coat, reaching out for the door handle.

Angel put a hand on his arm to delay him. “Is she really as broke as you made out? Wesley overheard your phone call and told me.”

“Yeah, she’s totally skint. That allowance from the Council is going to be a lifesaver for her. I hope it comes through soon.”

“Hang on a minute then…” Angel went to a picture on the wall and felt around the heavy wooden frame, bringing something out from behind it. “Here, take this,” He handed Spike a thick roll of banknotes held by an elastic band. “We had a bit of luck a few weeks ago and got a big fee from some demon clients. Use this to help tide her over until the allowance comes in would you?”

Spike gaped at him, “You’re trusting me with your money?”

“It’s for her, so I am… yes.” He put his arm around the younger vampire’s shoulders and squeezed. “Come on, let’s get you out of here so I can go back to brooding in peace…” He smiled ruefully and ushered Spike out of the door.

It wasn’t until Spike was adding his wooden chest to the growing pile of bags in the lobby waiting to be taken back to Sunnydale, that he remembered the state of his car seats. Looking out of the doors Spike realised that he wouldn’t be able to spend more than a few seconds outside anyway, the sun was streaming down on LA. He stood gazing out, a frown on his face, until Gunn came up behind him. “Why so glum Spike?” He asked. “Aren’t you looking forward to going back to Sunnydale?”

“Forgot to clean my sodding car seats,” he grumbled, “Slayer won’t want to ride with me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Angel asked Wesley to ask me to do it for you as soon as I got here this morning. He realised you’d forgotten that it would be full daylight when you got up.”

Spike turned to him in surprise. “Thanks… I appreciate it.”

Suddenly everyone was preparing to leave. There were hugs and handshakes all round. Promises to stay in touch were made and email addresses and phone numbers were exchanged. Spike noticed Angel and Buffy standing to one side talking quietly and smiled, not even trying to overhear them. He realised with a little start of surprise that he didn’t need to know what they were saying, and his demon was only slightly disturbed to see them together.

He walked over to Xander who was eyeing the immense pile of bags stacked by the door doubtfully. “The girls have been raiding the shops I see. Are you going to be able to get it all in?”

Xander turned to him with a curt dismissive gesture, “I think we’ll manage…” But when Gunn reappeared loaded down with the weapons that had been brought in from the trunk of Spike’s car and then Angel brought over Spike’s emerald sword he frowned. When Wesley arrived with Giles, helping him with his briefcase, a box of books and papers and three large suitcases he sighed, “Oh dear… I’d forgotten about Giles…”

“Someone’s going to have to ride with me,” Spike commented. “Probably two someones,” he added, re-evaluating the size of the pile.

“Me!” Dawn cried excitedly from behind him, “I’ll ride with you.”

Spike turned to her with a smile, “Ask Buffy Niblet, if she says it’s okay, that’s fine by me.”

By the time Spike was ready to make the dash to his car, duster over his head, all the baggage was being stowed away, either in the Summers SUV in which Xander had driven the Scoobies to LA or in Spike’s Desoto, and the last goodbyes were being said. Buffy gave Angel a final quick hug, then Spike and Angel’s eyes met and they exchanged nods, and they were off.

As a slightly smoky Spike was settling himself in the driving seat the passenger door and one of the rear doors of the old Desoto opened and both Summers sisters slipped into the car. Buffy sat beside him and Dawn settled in the back with a bundle of shopping bags. “Let’s go home,” Buffy said quietly, smiling at him and resting her hand lightly on his thigh. Spike smiled back contentedly as he started the car and drew away from the kerb. He was going home.

THE END
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