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Punished	By : Carrigon Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 9203 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS) or Angel, the Series (AtS); nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Where the hell is all the bloody cash and jewels," Spike said, digging through a trunk sitting by the fireplace in the old mansion. It was pouring rain outside and it only made the smell of mold in here that much worse. His keen vampire sense of smell was overwhelmed with it. He had to fight hard not to choke. Spike had returned to Sunnydale after having been gone for three months in Africa. He’d managed to get his soul back. And now that he had his soul, he was finding it increasingly hard to steal the money he needed to survive. He didn’t want to hurt anyone. I’m so pathetic, he thought, as he rummaged through the trunk. Buffy will never want me back now.

Spike had run out of cash in Africa. He’d spent all he had just getting there and back. He knew Angel kept wads of the stuff lying around this old mansion. Except he couldn't seem to find any of it now.

"You look like a drowned rat." Angel's voice behind him, only not Angel. He could tell the subtle difference in the tone.

"Angelus." He turned to face his sire.

"What are you doing back here, Spike?" he asked. "Buffy kicked you out, didn’t she?" His childe's hair was wet from the rain. He watched the droplets of water slide off his leather coat. Same old coat, same old Spike, he thought. Should be fun.

Spike froze. “You know about us?”

“There isn’t much I don’t know about what you do and what she does. And you smell different……..” Angelus made a show of sniffing the air. “I smell a soul on you, Spike. You’ve been downright naughty while you were away.” He grinned then, a cold, predatory smile.

Spike didn’t like it, he didn’t like it one bit.

Angelus looked at the open trunk behind Spike. "Missing something?"

"I'm out of the green stuff," Spike told him. "Where is it?"

Angelus laughed at him. "Poor pathetic Spike. Can't keep yourself in the chips these days."

Spike glared at him, "Just tell me where you've been hiding it and I'll leave."

"I keep the good stuff in the bedroom......these days." Angelus smiled and walked toward the room, knowing Spike would follow.

The hallway was dark. “Conserving electricity? You always were a cheap bastard,” he snarked, almost hoping Angelus would ignore the fact that he knew he’d slept with Buffy. But he knew Angelus wouldn’t.

Spike stopped short when he caught site of the woman lying chained to the bed. She was naked, her face was bruised, her breasts and stomach were covered in bloody welts and her wrists were bleeding from where the handcuffs cut into them. His eyes widened when he realized it was Buffy. Then he felt something pressing into his back.

Spike spun around to see Angelus pointing a watergun at him. He knew what it was--Holy Water.

“Oh, I know what you’re thinking. It’s not just regular Holy Water, Spike, its Vatican Holy water.” Angelus grinned at him.

Spike felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. Vatican Holy Water was something every vamp dreaded. It burned like molecular acid. Burned the skin right off a vamp right down to the bone and they didn’t heal from it. He’d seen what it could do to a vamp. There were vamps running around missing eyes and other body parts from it. Spike swallowed nervously.

"So, what’s the gun for, Peaches, you gonna shoot me?" Spike’s eyes darted about, looking for a chance to get away before Angelus could shoot, but there wasn’t any.

“We’re gonna have ourselves a picnic and the Slayer here is the sandwich," Angelus said.

Spike's eyes darted to Buffy. He felt his stomach sink, she looked so small lying there, beaten and bloody. It looked like Angelus had whipped her. She had welts across her breasts and stomach. She looked back at him with pleading, frightened eyes. He wondered how she ended up here. Didn’t look like her Slayer strength had saved her this time. He felt sick. After the last fight they had had, what he had tried to do to her before he left. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

Angelus watched Spike as he looked at Buffy, letting him realize what was happening. “You know the drill—Strip!” He commanded, pointing the watergun at Spike. “If you don’t….well….you might just be spending eternity without certain parts."

Spike clenched his fists in frustration. He knew Angelus would shoot him with that Water if he didn’t comply. Just one shot of that stuff and he’d have a hole in his body big enough to stick a fist through. Reluctantly, he started to take his clothes off.

When Spike was naked, Angelus gestured toward the bed. “You can take the rag out of her mouth. It’s no fun unless she screams.” He grinned as he removed his own clothes and sat down in a chair, making himself comfortable so he could watch the two of them.

Spike went to the side of the bed and sat next to Buffy, gently he took the rag out of her mouth. She choked and coughed alittle, but she never took her eyes off his. She was staring up at him, pleading with her eyes. He felt a stab of emotion go through him. He wanted to hold her and make her pain go away.

"Spike, make her cum," Angelus instructed. "Fingers, tongue, fuck her in the ass if you have to, just do it. I want to see why she thinks you’re good enough to betray me."

"No!" Buffy shook her head, and now the tears did slide down her cheeks. She looked from Angelus to Spike with genuine fear now.

Angelus laughed at her. "You will cum for Spike and me. That's what you're here for." He laughed again, watching his childe climb onto the bed to do his bidding.

Spike lay on his side next to her. "Please, Spike don't," she pleaded with him, her face was wet with tears, and he felt that stab of emotion go through him again like electricity. He wondered if that was part of getting his soul back. It seemed to only make things worse. Gently, he ran his fingers over her whipped skin, silently cursing Angelus for hurting her. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you, you know that don’t you?" he whispered to her. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

“I didn’t want you to go away. I shouldn’t have pushed you away.” Her tears had stopped. She was afraid to say more, to tell Spike how much she loved him. She knew Angelus would go wild.

Angelus was getting angrier by the second, but he didn’t stop them. Not yet. But he was going to make them pay for betraying him. It was time they remembered who was boss here.

Spike leaned forward, and paused for a second, just looking at her lips. Then he gave her a gentle kiss, pressing his lips to hers, savoring the feel of her. She surprised him by lightly running her tongue along his lower lip, she even gave his lip a tiny nip with her teeth. It gave him a shock of pleasure that ran down to his stiffening cock, and caused another unseen frown from Angelus.

Buffy had missed Spike so much. She reveled in his touch, the feel and taste of him. She’d dreamed about him every night since he left. Spike started to play with one of her nipples, pinching it lightly, causing her to feel a delicious warmth spreading out in her womb, she could feel herself getting wet, and she arched her back, moaning lightly. Spike broke away from her mouth. He kissed her neck with tiny feathery kisses and gave her a gentle flick of his tongue right under her ear, causing her to shiver slightly.

"I missed you," he said, his voice thick with desire and emotion. "I swear I’ll never hurt you again." Spike captured her mouth again, his kiss growing bolder, he plunged his tongue between her lips and she met every stroke of it with her own. He moved his hand slowly down her stomach, lightly tracing some of the whip marks, silently cursing Angelus again as he did so. He moved his fingers lower till he found her clit. He was surprised it was swollen, he wondered if it was from desire or Angelus’ torture of her. He rubbed it lightly with his fingers, causing her to shiver and let out a light moan. He moved his fingers lower, feeling her wetness, pushed two fingers into her. She arched her back, accepting the pleasure. Spike’s hard cock was starting to throb and he knew then that he wanted to be inside of her, feeling that wet heat surrounding him, but he also knew Angelus would kill him if he tried it. Spike began moving his fingers, gently stroking the tiny bundle of nerves along her upper wall that would give her the most pleasure. Buffy arched her hips toward him and threw back her head, moaning at the sudden intense pleasure. She didn’t see Angelus frown and grip the arm of the chair tightly. He couldn’t stand it that Spike could get her so hot. He wanted to kill the two of them.

Buffy couldn't believe how tender and gentle Spike was treating her. Every time they had had sex it was always hard and fast and savage. She never knew he could be like this. Slow, tender. She was still very sore from Angelus’ abuse, but she tried to relax and enjoy the waves of pleasure Spike was giving her. She held his gaze as he worked his magic on her, trying to block out all thoughts of Angelus.

Spike wanted to erase all the pain Angelus had put her through. He could see her growing desire, her eyes were burning him with it. He started to move his fingers in and out of her, pumping with his hand, making sure he was keeping up a constant friction against her sensitive G spot along her upper wall. She met each thrust of his fingers with her hips, panting, mewling. She was dripping wet, her juices coating his hand. He moved his thumb so it would rub against her clit. And she went wild and cried out. Right when she felt she could cum, Angelus stopped them.

"Enough," Angelus commanded.

Spike froze, stilling his hand. Buffy cried out in frustration. "Spike, get over here."

He obeyed, reluctantly.

"On your knees," Angelus commanded. And Spike knew what was coming. Angelus had put him in this position many times. Buffy watched with a mixture of fascination and revulsion as Angelus pushed his stiff cock into Spike's ass as hard as he could. Spike cried out in pain and then relaxed his muscles. Angelus rode him hard, reaching around with his hand to stroke Spike's hard cock, bringing him to the brink of orgasm, then stopping before Spike could cum, and giving in to his own, spilling his cold seed deep into Spike's bowels. Then he shoved Spike onto the cold hardwood floor where he landed with a dull thud.

Angelus turned to Buffy. "Now it's your turn," he grinned evilly, gesturing to her with the watergun. Then he kicked Spike in the ass as he was trying to rise off the floor.

Spike was getting angrier by the second. He wanted to pounce on Angelus, but he took the threat of getting shot with Vatican Holy Water very seriously. He'd seen vamps with only one eye and some permanently crippled and horribly scarred from it. He didn't plan on spending eternity that way. But he didn't want Angelus to hurt Buffy anymore. He had to come up with some way of getting them both out of the room in one piece. Angelus kicked him once more.

"Get on the bed, we're going to have ourselves a Slayer sandwich."

Buffy's eyes widened in horror. "No! Please let me go, please."

"You know you want it. I can smell how much you want it. It turned you on, watching us, didn't it?" Angelus grinned over her.

Spike climbed onto the bed and watched as Angelus unchained Buffy from the bedposts, but left her wrists bound. Angelus climbed onto the bed and pulled Buffy onto his lap.

She could feel his hard cock pressing against her anus and a shiver of fear went through her. She looked at Spike, pleading with her eyes for him to help her. He avoided her gaze, head down. Angelus rammed into her ass, causing her so much pain she shrieked. Then he stopped and just held her there, impaled on his hard cock. "Fuck her, Spike, Now!"

Spike moved and positioned himself between her bruised legs. He pushed in slowly, inspite of himself, loving the feel of her. He could feel Angelus' cock through the thin membrane that separated them, making Buffy feel tight, increasing his pleasure.

Buffy cried out, struggling alittle, wanting to get away. She couldn't move. Angelus held her tight. Spike started to move inside of her and then Angelus started to ram into her ass again, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain that frightened her. Then Spike was fingering her clit and he bent his head to kiss her. She accepted his kiss, letting him suck on her tongue. His fingers were sending bolts of pleasure through her belly and she gave into the sensations, relaxing, accepting Angelus' and Spike's stiff cocks inside of her. The pressure of both of them inside her small body made the friction against her G spot all the more intense. Her entire body began to feel like liquid pleasure. She'd never felt anything like it, being fucked by two vampires. If they bit her, she thought she would die from the pleasure/pain mixture. She started to move her hips, becoming an active participant in Angelus’ version of three-way sex, and increasing the pleasure of both vampires. She was starting to feel like her blood was on fire from it. She closed her eyes, riding the waves of pleasure, wishing it could go on forever.

Angelus could feel ass tightening as she was about to cum. He rammed into her harder, thought about not letting her or Spike cum at all. He loved to toy with Spike like that. Now he had another one to play with. He could tell Spike was nearing orgasm, too, the way he was panting. Angelus knew his childe well. He grinned evilly as he reached out and pushed Spike off Buffy. Both of them cried out, Spike landing on the floor. Angelus let his own orgasm go, spilling his cold seed into her ass. Then he pushed her off his lap, onto her stomach.

Her clit was throbbing, she thought she would die if she didn't get to cum and tears of frustration slid down her cheeks, falling onto the bed.

"You bastard!" Spike hissed at him. He knew Angelus well, he had suspected he would do something like this, but his cock was so hard. He needed to cum so badly.

Angelus pointed the watergun at Spike. “You’ve been a bad, bad boy, Spike. Fucking my bitch behind my back. I should really shoot you. But, I’m not through having fun yet. Now, be a good boy, Spike, and watch what I do to our little Slayer, and I might just let you cum this time." Angelus propped Buffy back up on his lap, facing Spike. Her face was flushed. Spike could see her desire and frustration, it matched his own. Angelus easily slid his hard cock back into her abused anus, making her gasp at the sudden pressure and fullness and pain. The only lubrication was her own blood. He reached his hand around her and started to rub her clit, causing her to moan loudly and move her hips toward his fingers. "Touch yourself, Spike."

Spike started to stroke his own cock, watching as Angelus masturbated Buffy. She started to cry out, tiny cries of pleasure, she watched Spike stroking himself and felt herself getting wetter. She felt herself starting to cum, and Angelus abruptly stopped again. "Stop, Spike! Now!"

Spike stopped, although he thought he would go mad from it. Buffy cried out.

"Tell us you want it, Slayer, beg us to let you cum." Angelus held her tight.

"Please," she cried, "please I want it, please let me cum."

"Again, Slayer, say it again, tell me you love my fingers on your clit and my cock in your ass."

"Yes! I love it! Please, please I want to cum, please."

Angelus chuckled as she squirmed, trying to get him to touch her again. She even tightened her anal muscles, giving his cock a squeeze. As the sudden pleasure rushed through him, he gently bit her neck and tasted her Slayer blood, just a taste. Then he did touch her and signaled to Spike he could start to play with himself again. Spike's gaze met Buffy's. Both of them groaning with the pleasure. Angelus increased the pace of his fingers, rubbing her clit harder till she came, screaming and bucking wildly. She never knew an orgasm could be so powerful. This time he didn’t let his own orgasm go, he wanted his cock to stay stiff inside of her for awhile.

Spike let himself go, spilling his own orgasm over the hardwood floor, watching Buffy as she came. His own orgasm was incredible. Only Angelus could make him cum like that. He relaxed, watching Angelus and Buffy. He was still trying to figure out a way to stop him, get him to let them go, but he couldn't find a way.

Angelus wasn't through with her yet. His fingers snaked down further and he plunged three of them hard into her wetness, making her gasp. He held her like that, not moving his fingers, just getting her used to the feel of them. His cock was still stiff in her ass and he held her tightly, making sure he was fully inside of her.

"Did you like that, Buffy?" Angelus said, sneering at Spike over the top of her head. "Tell us you liked it and you want to do it again."

"Yes," she whispered. "I want it again." She hung her head down in submission and humiliation. He'd broken her. She did want it again. She wanted both of them inside her again. She'd never felt anything so good.

Angelus moved his fingers, lightly stroking her G spot, making her shiver with this new pleasure. He licked alittle bit of blood off her neck that was leaking from his bite marks. Then he removed his fingers and she relaxed against him.

"Spike, get over here. It’s time for dessert. Let’s see how talented your tongue is."

Spike stood and went back to the bed. He bent his head and paused for a second, his face inches from her soft wet mound. Buffy raised her head and looked into his eyes and he saw the desire there. She did want it. No one could resist Angelus for long. He'd tried, he knew. Spike went into his gameface so his tongue would be rougher and give Buffy the most pleasure. Bending his head, he gave her one long lick from her opening to her clit. She jumped, gasping at the delicious scraping feel of his tongue against her sensitive skin, and he let his gaze meet hers, holding it as he concentrated on the tip of her clit. The roughness of his tongue on her most sensitive spot drove her wild. Her hips started to buck and Angelus pushed his hard cock in and out of her ass again. But this time, she didn't feel as much pain. It felt so good. “Ooooh, yes!” she cried. Spike gave the tip of her clit another rough lick of his sandpaper tongue, drawing it slowly against her most sensitive spot. She screamed as she came hard, her ass contracted against Angelus’ hard cock and he came spilling his cold seed inside of her.

Angelus pulled his cock out of her and pushed her aside on the bed. "Spike, clean me off with your tongue," he ordered.

Spike moved forward and started to lick Angelus' already stiffening cock. Angelus watched him with hooded eyes, enjoying his humiliation and the light pleasure his childe was giving him. Buffy started to squirm off the bed and he reached out a hand, grabbing her elbow tight, holding her in place. When he felt his cock was clean enough, he pushed Spike off him and pulled Buffy closer. She was on her back now, and he spread her legs. "Watch me fuck her, Spike. It’s time you learned who she really belongs to." He rammed his stiff cock into her as hard as he could and she shrieked in pain. Then she started to relax and try and enjoy it. Angelus noted with a small amount of pleasure that the cuts and bruises on her face were almost fully healed. He loved having her warm living body to punish as many times as he felt like it and she healed up as quickly as a vamp.

Angelus was still gripping the watergun in one of his hands. With the other, he grabbed one of her breasts, roughly massaging it. He bent his head and licked some more blood from her neck wounds, thrilled that he’d marked her as his own. Buffy raised her defiant gaze to Spike’s, she mouthed the word “now”. He understood.

Buffy locked her strong legs around Angelus’ waist, holding him tightly to her. It also drew his cock more deeply inside her, giving her a thrill of unintentional pleasure as it hit her G spot. Spike went for the watergun, knocking it out of Angelus’ grasp. Angelus realized what was happening and he backhanded Buffy so hard she was surprised her neck didn't snap. Her legs released him. And he threw Spike across the room in one swift movement. Then he was up and went for the watergun. Gripping the watergun tightly, he moved toward the door. "Let's see how bold the two of you are........locked in here...........forever." he panted, and slammed the door behind him and they could hear the sound of a large metal bolt sliding, locking them both in the room.
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