The Challenge

A/N-Hey guys, I’m so thrilled that you guys’ are enjoying this

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

Chapter Two

Xander was walking slowly through the entrance to the cemetery, deep in thought. He held his coat closed from the chill of the evening, the sound of his boots crunching through the dry, dead leaves going unnoticed to his ears. He knew better than to be so unaware of his surroundings, especially in a graveyard. But he couldn’t get the memories of two nights ago out of hind. nd. They were distracting, to say the least.
After he had left the bedroom, he had gone straight to take a shower. It was then that the realization of what had just happened hit him. He’d just KISSED and had an orgasm, because of Spike. And he liked it. A lot. Much to his horror, he found himself unconsciously masturbating, his hand slick with soap, while the scene replayed in his head. Spike’s cool tongue stabbing into his mouth. The feel of his hard, lean length pressed against him. Buffy’s moans filling the air around them as she watched. Spike’s velvet, smooth cock rubbing ast hst his, creating the wickedest friction.
As his hand flew faster over his engorged flesh, the memory twisted and changed, until Xander saw himself kneeling before the vampire, much like Buffy had, and taking his length into his body. Him with the same look of exquisite pleasure twisted across his face that had been on the Slayer’s. The image made Xander cry out and cum, his semen splashing over his hand and into the water at his feet. He’d slumped hard against the shower wall, panting and shaking. He was so confused. He’d never had thoughts like this about another man, much less Spike. Why now?
For a brief moment, he had the absurd notion that Willow’s sudden gayness was catching. Buffy’s words pushed into his mind, about not over thinking it, which he obviously was doing.
His thoughts turned to her. Never, since he had met her, did he actually think that he would have a chance to do what he had just done. His dream had come true, and he found that it wasn’t enough. He still wanted her; and a taste had turned his want into a terrible hunger. He was afraid he would never have enough and that turned his thoughts full circle to Spike. The love between the two was immense, he could finally admit. Why would they want to continue with him in the mix? Why would Xander want to continue? He’d never have her heart the way he wanted. Would having her body be enough? And what about Spike? Why were these odd feelings for the creature that had been the bane of his existence not twenty-four hours ago, popping up now?
He needed to get out of here, he’d finally decided, and go home to think. The apartment was empty now with Anya gone; and he’d have plenty of alone time to figure it out. So, he’d gotten himself together and exited the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He then took a deep breath, and opened the door, shivering a bit at the chill, before walking down the short hall to the bedroom.
He stuttered to a stop in the doorway, his eyes riveted to the two on the bed. Spike had come back into the room, while Xander was in the bathroom, a tray of food sitting forgotten on the nightstand. The vampire was on his back, his arms thrown over his head, his eyesked ked on the woman above him. Buffy was straddling him, her hips gyrating with an agonizing slowness, her head thrown back, her hands braced against Spike’s stomach for balance. She was so positively stunning in that moment, Xander forgot his decision and almost stripped his towel to join them. It was the heat of those blue eyes on him that reminded him of his decision and he stiffly went to search out the clothes he had thrown off earlier.
"Goin’ somewhere, whelp?" Spike asked, his accented voice thick with lust. Buffy slowly raised her head and looked at him, her rhythm never faltering as she watched the brunette get dressed.
"Have to get up early tomorrow." Xander said, not looking at the bed again in fear that he would lose his resolve. The smell of sex tickled his nose; and the sound of their moans filled his ears. He waited until he was fully dressed before turning back to them, his mind blanking out once more. Spike had a firm grip on Buffy’s waist and was slamming up into her, the power of his thrusts making her gasp for air. Her breasts bounced in an enticing manner, her hair flew around her head, and her skin was slick with sweat and flushed with desire. Her eyes were filled with love as she gazed down at her lover, his name falling from her lips. They seemed to crest and fall together, their bodies spasming as one.
With a cry, Buffy slumped forward, and Spike’s arms immediately came around her, holding her close. It was that moment that Xander decided he needed to leave, and soon.
"I’ll let myself out." He said quickly, then turned and fled from the searing looks they both gave him. He moved quickly, half-afraid they would try to stop him, and half-afraid they wouldn’t. It wasn’t until he was safely outside the door that he let out the breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. He’d taken a minute to collect himself, before walking down the hall, out the main door, and into the night.
That had been two sleepless nights ago, and he was still no closer to an answer. When he did manage to doze off, his dreams were filled with crystal clear pictures of golden skin, and pale limbs, hard muscle and soft curves. He’d barely been able to concentrate at work, finding himself zoning out several times during the day. Thankfully, the blondes left him alone, and amazingly, no great threat to the world had popped up to force him to deal with them. Willow had been the only person he had talked to, which had been brief, for fear he would spill all. Other than that, he had been alone. Completely, and utterly alone. And it sucked.
He didn’t let himself think when he pulled on his jacket tonight, and headed out the door. He just needed to get out, away from the silence of his apartment and the thundering of his own thoughts. He didn’t think about where he was going. He didn’t even acknowledge that the glance at his watch told him just where they would be. His feet carried him to the graveyard without checking with his brain first;, and now he was here, lost in the thoughts he had been trying to escape yet unconsciously searching for the pair that haunted his dreams.
Which was why he didn’t see the vampire bursting out of the ground next to him.
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"God, what a slow night." Buffy complained, pouting. She scowled at her mate when he chuckled, and gave him a light slap on his arm.
"Want to knock off early and go work out some of that energy that’s burning under your skin?" Spike asked, leering at her. She rolled her eyes and kept walking, idly twirling a stake in her hand. The blonde vampire chuckled again and fell into step with her once more. He was feeling a little itchy himself and a spot of violence would have been just the right cure; but for some reason, the nasties weren’t cooperating. Of course, he also knew that wasn’t the only thing making her so edgy, and he was losing his patience with waiting for her to talk to him about it. "Pet." He called, reaching out and grasping her elbow, bringing her to a stop.
"Hm?" She asked, smiling. She took a minute to appreciate the way the moonlight cast an ethereal glow over him, his beauty even more pronounced. The black leather of his coat creaked when he stepped closer to her, and rested his hands lightly on her hips.
"Have you talked to him?" Her smile immediately fell, and she placed her hands on his chest, after tucking the stake in her pocket. She shook her head, sending her ponytail bouncing around her neck.
"No. I’m trying to wait and see if he’ll come to me." She said, worry marring her brow. She was afraid she had lost one of her best friends. "Do you think I made a mistake, asking him to come over?" She looked up into his eyes and had to smile at the love she saw there.
"He didn’t have to, luv. He didn’t have to do anything that night. It was up to him, and he made the choice. Now he has to deal with it and decide what he wants to do." Spike told her matter of fact.
"I guess so. But we’ve been friends so long, I don’t like to think that got destroyed because of what we did."
"It won’t be. He’s just been thrown for a spin. He’ll come ‘round. You’ll see." Buffy gave a slight, unconvinced nod, and slid her arms around his neck. She stared into his eyes, and took comfort in the certainty she saw there.
"You want him, don’t you?" She asked, without jealousy or anger. In fact, her voice held a light twinge of amusement that had the vampire scowling.
"And you don’t?" He shot back, tightening his hold on her. She giggled at his indignant look, and leaned up to playfully nip at his soft bottom lip. A low growl rumbled his chest, sending a shot of arousal slicing through her. She loved it when he did that, almost as much as she loved it when he purred.
"I asked you first." She said, blinking her eyes in a coy manner. His scarred brow shot up.
"S’not the point, pet. I’m a vampire. Wanting him is different for me than you."
"Whatever." She said with a roll of her eyes. Men, she thought testily. "I love you. Stop with the jealousy. I’m not Dru. I will be with you until the end, now, ‘fess up." She demanded. Spike sighed, and tried to figure out a way to express himself properly. This was one of the few times he wished she was a vampire, because he wouldn’t have to try to put a name on it. It would just be understood. He finally decided that simple was best.
"Yeah. I want him. Happy?" He practically snarled. She chuckled at his ire, and nodded.
"See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?"
"I got something hard for you." He sneered, pressing his denim-clad erection into her abdomen. She smirked at him and pressed back, enjoying his little gasp. "What about you? You still want him to play with us?" She stopped and thought before she answered, finding that she had as hard a time expressing it as he did.
"Yeah, I do. Not that I want it all the time. I love it when it’s just you and me." She quickly assured him. "But, it was excg ang and different." Buffy didn’t know how to explain it, especially since this was Xander they were talking about. The man she had been trying to make understand that there was no chance with her. And here, she’d gone and had sex with him. Great sex. Awesome sex. Not mind blowing sex, because that was what she had with Spike. It was a bit, unexpected.
"Sh, it’s okay, luv. I understand." He whispered, his eyes burning hot, the hands sliding under her shirt deliciouslyl. l. She shivered from his touch, her hazel orbs darkening with promise. He smoothed his fingers over her skin, skimming them around her waist, and reverently cupping her unbound breasts. "So beautiful." He murmured, watching the pleasure swirl in her eyes. Her heart started to pound under his fingers, enticing him to touch. He gently pinched her already hardening nipples, smiling at the way she arched toward him. "Look at the little Slayer, panting over a demon." He teased, lowering his mouth until it was hovering just above hers.
"Shut up and kiss me." She oed, ed, her eyes already closing in anticipation. They snapped back open when she suddenly felt herself stumbling forward, the solid wall of vampire gone. She caught her balance and started to look around, instantly catching sight of black leather. He was taking off at a full run and moving fast, intent on whatever had triggered his vampy senses. Buffy rolled her eyes and cursed the night things for deciding that NOW was a good time pop up, then took off after him.
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Xander felt his breath leave him when he was slammed up against the crypt wall. Hinkeinked his eyes in a daze, yelling at himself for being so fucking stupid. *See what happens when you let your dick think for you? You wind up an undead’s midnight snack. * He thought, trying to get his bearings so he could try to fight.
He pushed ineffectually on the hard wall of vampire flesh pinning him against the crypt and felt his heart triple time in his chest. The thing, leering at him with gleaming yellow eyes, took a minute to anticipate the taste of fear-seasoned blood, before moving in for the kill. Xander squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of the razor sharp fangs pricking his neck and started to struggle more. He gasped at when the teeth entered his flesh, the white-hot pain bursting through him.
His finally managed to find purchase on the really smelly thing, and gave him a hard shove backwards. His eyes opened, and he reached for the stake that should have been in his jacket. Panic slammed into him when all he clutched was and empty pocket, and he started searching for something, ANYTHING to use. The vampire growled in fury and tensed to lunge at his dinner, a look of shock widening his eyes at the last second.
Xander slumped against the crypt, relief nearly crippling him when the thing exploded into a cloud of dust. His heart slammed against his chest when he saw Spike stalking through the falling vampire debris, his face telling Xander he was pissed. He watched Spike advance, recognizing the grace in which the vampire moved, and feeling a slight tremor of fear lance through him. His neck throbbed from where he’d got bitten, and he felt a little dizzy; but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Spike, anticipation flaring bright.
Spike slapped his palms on the concrete on either side of Xander’s head, his blue orbs angry and to Xander’s surprise, swirling with lust.
"Got a death wish, boy?" Spike snarled, gold flashing through his eyes. Xander just stared at him in dumb silence, the rushing sound of his blood, echoing in his ears. Spike looked down at the puncture in the brunette’s neck and smiled. Xander shivered at the steely edge to it. "You wanna get bitten, whelp, you come to me. Not some fledgling." The blonde spat out the word like it was the vilest thing in the world. Xander didn’t answer, just swallowed heavily, unconsciously turning his head and bearing his neck. He heard a low growl, followed by the feel of cool, gentle lips on his skin.
The brunette shuddered when Spike gingerly latched onto the seeping wound, and with the utmost care, started to lightly suck. His mind screamed at him to stop Spike, but his body would hear nothing of it. His cock surged to life at the feel of that mouth on him, taking his essence and dng ing it in. He groaned, long and low, instinctively leaning toward the vampire, desperate to feel the hard body against his.
Spike growled again in response and did what Xander silently asked. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, the crypt the only thing holding them up. The taste of the man’s blood was rich, and sweet with arousal and the remnants of fear. Everything Xander wanted was imbedded in his blood, and Spike was more than willing to give it to him. He gently ran his tongue over the wound, closing the holes.
"Well." Buffy’s voice cut into the erotic haze that had twined around the two men. "Should I be jealous?" She asked, her voice thick with want. Xander opened his eyes and saw that she standing just in his line of vision. Her chest was heaving in deep breaths, and her eyes were locked on them. Spike smiled as the scent of her arousal reached him; but he didn’t raise his head. Instead, he continued to soothe the wound on the man’s throat, lapping up the last few drops of blood.
"Hello, pet." He said, his mouth vibrating against Xander’s neck with his words. "Lookie what I found."
"I see." She answered, slowly approaching them. "Not doing anything I need to stake you for, are you? Although, by the look on his face, he’s not minding it." She said with a breathless chuckle. Xander blinked, finally starting to come back to himself.
"He got himself bitten. I’m just administering a little first aid." Spike told her, slowly lifting his head.uot;uot;Like I said, a Boy Scout." She smiled at the scowl he shot at her. She then turned and looked at Xander, her body responding to the lust in his eyes. She leaned up and brushed her lips over his, sending a shudder through them both.
"I think that we need to move this little party inside." Spike suggested, his eyes dark.
"I was looking for you." Xander said, snapping out of his daze. He looked a little nervous now and a lot vulnerable. Buffy laid a gentle hand against his cheek and smiled.
"We know." Was all she said, before taking his hand, then reaching out for her vampire as well. When she had both males’ hands clasped firmly in hers, she led them out of the graveyard and started in the direction of Spike’s apartment, looking back quizzically when Xander paused.
"My place is closer." He told them, dropping his eyes to the sidewalk. Spike and Buffy glanced at each to her, then turned to go back the other way. They didn’t speak as they walked, each unconsciously lengthening their steps until they were practically running toward Xander’s building. Their laughs carried through the night, as the two men played an impromptu game of tag, their antics making Buffy giggle. They barely managed to keep quiet when they burst through the glass door of the brunette’s apartment building. They sprinted up the stairs, skidding to a stop outside his door, while Xander fumbled with the keys.
As soon as the door was open, they were through it, clothes flying in odd directions with their haste to get to bare skin. Buffy moaned appreciatively when she found herself pinned between two equally aroused male bodies. The combination of cold and hot assaulted her senses, and there was NO way she was going to make it to the bedroom. Dual moans filled her ears when her tiny hands searched for and found their thick, hard cocks. She shivered in anticipation, letting them pull her to the floor in a heap of limbs. Hands coursed over her skin, their rough fingers and palms making her squirm in need.
"Oh god!" She gasped, when two fingers thrust hard into her channel, . She felt a warm mouth latch onto her breast, and a cool one capture her ear. Her hands continued to pump the hard flesh in her gasp, her hips moving in time with her movements. Too soon, she felt herself start to tumble. She shrieked when the climax crashed through her, their names falling from her tongue in a garbled mix.
Spike ran his tongue lovingly over her throat, his hand cupping the breast that Xander wasn’t feasting on. He heard Xander’s gasps as Buffy’s hand quickened her pace. Spike slid his erection away from her vice like grasp, smiling at her moan of protest. He pulled back a bit, to watch as Xander’s cock shot thick white streams of semen all over her stomach, his groans lost in the soft flesh of her bosom.
When they had both calmed, Spike slid his fingers out of Buffy, and licked them clean, before leaning over and doing the same to her tight stomach. The two humans watched in rapt fascination as he did this, his pleasure at tasting the salty secretions on his woman’s skin evident on his sharp feature.
"Jesus." Xander gasped, feeling his erection spring back to life at the sight of Spike’s tongue lapping up his cum. Spike chuckled, the sound thick with his own pent-up arousal.
"Oh, my poor baby." Buffy murmured, her eyes falling on the magnificent, although painful looking hard on her lover had. She sat up and pushed him back until he was kneeling in front of her, his shaft angled proudly against his stomach. "Let’s see if I can’t make that better." She murmured, getting up on her own knees and dipping low in front of him. Spike spread his knees, to afford her more room, a growl escaping him at the first swipe of her tongue against his swollen flesh. Through half lidded eyes, he watched Xander moved behind her, laying on his back and maneuvering her until her dripping channel was positioned over his face. Her squeal of delight, when Xander started to lick and suck at her sex, had Spike’s cock twitching against his stomach. Then, she took him fully into her mouth until the head bumped the back of her throat, and all thought stopped. He ran a hand lovingly over her silky hair, his gaze alternating between watching her and her quivering bottom that was being kneaded by Xander who was below her. Just beyond that delectable sight was the long, nude form of the brunette, his own erection painful looking.
Spike thrust up, deeper into her warm mouth, the smells permeating the air making him hunger for even more. He wanted both of these humans, and it was his intent to have them.
Buffy shuddered as Xander lavished her with his tongue, his ministrations making her hazy. She feasted hungrily on her mate, picking up speed at his insistence, swirling her tongue around the soft skin, almost desperate for him to cum in her mouth. She cried out against his hard shaft when Xander drew her clit into his mouth and lightly sucked, then blew, the fluttery sensation of his breath on her had causing her to slam her hips and grind her sex against his face. She finally realized why Anya was so intent on telling everybody about their sex life. Buffy had a tendency to sing Spike’s praises, too.
"God, pet." Spike gasped, gripping a hand in her hair as he came. Buffy greedily gulped down the cool, thick fluid as it flooded her mouth, licking him clean before letting him slide from her lips. Her breath was coming in short pants now, her climax imminent. With a choked cry, it washed over her, spilling her juices into Xander’s eager mouth. She trembled and twitched, and finally collapsed against her mate, grateful for his steady hands. Xander rolled onto his side, and moved until he was facing the two blondes, a smile touching his lips. He looked up at Spike, who had somehow managed to stay up on his knees, holding onto the shivering Slayer with the utmost reverence.
"Beautiful." He murmured, smiling at the sharp look the vampire gave him. He could have sworn, if Spike were capable, he would have blushed. "Both of you. Beautiful." He restated. Spike rolled his eyes, but looked pleased despite himself.
"Yeah, well, you’re not too hard on the eyes yourself." He said gruffly, stroking the soft hair under his fingers. Buffy made a noise that sounded like an agreement and raised her head. She allowed Spike to pick her up, and slid her arms around his neck as he stood fluidly. "Come on, whelp. Let’s break in that bed." Spike didn’t look back as he started in the direction of Xander’s bedroom, knowing the brunette would be right behind them.
Spike place her gently on the bed, then went to the nightstand to search through the contents.
"Excuse me, what are you doing?" Xander asked, coming in and settling on the bed next to Buffy. She mewled when he slid a large hand across her stomach and over her breasts, lightly teasing the nipples with a work-roughened palm. Spike glanced over at them and smirked, then went back to his search without answering the brunette. Xander rolled his eyes, then let his gaze wander over the smooth lines of the vampire’s body. His hand continued its leisurely exploration of Buffy’s body, his soft touch igniting her arousal to a slow burn. She too, watched her vampire rummaging around in the drawers, wondering what he was up to. Her mouth watered at his pale form illuminated in the light coming from the window, her back arching to press her body against her friend’s hand.
Her mind wandered as the two humans waited for Spike to find whatever he was looking for. She smiled when she thought of how there had been no hesitation this time, the trio moving fluidly together as soon as they were through the door.
"Maybe, if you tell me what you’re looking for, we can speed this up a bit." Xander suggested, his fear of whatever was going on inside of him, apparently a memory now. He was impatient for the vampire to get back in bed, so they could get back to the fun.
"Aha!" Spike said, holding up his prize. "Knew the demon bird liked it kinky." He half mumbled to himself, twisting the cap off the lube he had found. Buffy shivered in anticipation as he squirted a good dollop in his hand, and started to rub it over his semi hard cock. Xander fought back the embarrassment Spike’s offhanded comment caused, memories of just how he and Anya had used the lightly scented gel springing to mind. His attention turned back to the blonde male, when he felt the mattress dip with his weight.
"Come here, baby." Spike whispered, catching her when she flew into his arms. He returned her hungry kiss, his tongue battling with hers in a war that would never be won. He used her position to slide his lubed up fingers between the firm cheeks of her ass, sliding one easily inside her anal passage. She moaned into his mouth, and thrust back on his hand. He pumped his finger inside of her for a minute, before slowly adding a second, then a third, gradually stretching her. She whimpered, her limbs trembling with the sensations he was causing.
Xander’s eyes never left the pair, the knowledge of what Spike was preparing to do, making him harden further.
Spike broke the kiss, and stared up into his woman’s eyes, his unneeded breath hitching in his chest at the lust and love swirling in her bright eyes. She sighed in protest when he slipped his fingers out of her.
"Turn around, pet." He instructed, waiting until she was on her knees. He moved behind her, positioning his lube slicked cock at the prepared entrance to her ass. He looked up at Xander just as he started to push, his speed slow to give her time to adjust.
"Oh, fuck." Buffy gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy as he entered her rear, filling her completely. Xander thought about going over and sliding his aching erection into her hot mouth; but apparently Spike had other ideas.
The vampire’s eyes closed for a brief second as he slid home. He shuddered at the tightness around him, the warmth threatening to make him tumble before he was ready. Buffy’s impatient wiggling wasn’t doing him any favor’s either. He firmly gripped her hips and stilled her movements, giving her a tight smile when she shot a glare at him over her shoulder.
"Pull up, pet." She looked confused until he straightened, sliding his hand up to her shoulder and tugging. She allowed him to pull her up, gasping as the angle changed, becoming nearly painful. "Hold on, kitten. Just relax." He purred, turning his eyes back to Xander. "Come here, Xander." He demanded. The brunette pushed himself up, and crawled over to them, the sight of Buffy, spread out, and impaled on Spike’s shaft causing a haze to enter his mind. Her knees were positioned on the outside of Spike’s, his own knees parted a bit to open her up more. "Lay down." Spike’s voice was rough from trying to keep control, wanting so desperately to plow into her soft body, but wanting to give her this intense pleasure. Once Xander was laying flat on his back, Spike pushed to his knees, groaning at the shift of his cock inside of her, and gripped her tight around the waist. He maneuvered them over the brunette, growling when he smelled her fresh arousal once she figured out what he was going to do. She didn’t move, her eyes locking with Xander’s as Spike positioned them.
"Don’t push up, let me lower her." Spike instructed, gritting his teeth. Xander nodded dumbly, too intent on the vision above him to even think about moving. He sucked in a harsh breath when he felt Buffy’s tiny hand clasp him, and position him at her wet, heat. "Tell me when." Spike said, feeling his hold on his control straining to the breaking point. She nodded, holding her breath as she was lowered, oh so slowly onto Xander’s hard length.
"Shit." Xander gasped, his eyes glazing over. Buffy slid down him, engulfing him in her heat; and Spike’s shaft rubbed against his through the thin barrier between them. The three shuddered as one when she was settled fully on both of them. Spike released his hold on her, and gently lowered her until she sprawled across Xander’s chest. Both humans’ were breathing ragged and shallow, their hearts beating rapidly.
"Just stay still, pet. Let us do the work." He whispered in her ear, planting his hands on either side of Xander’s head, and taking most of his weight on them, so as not to crush the Slayer. He stared down into the brown eyes of the brunette, and started to shift his hips. They all groaned with the sensation, and Xander thrust up in response.
Buffy nearly sobbed with pleasure at being filled with the two of them. Her poor body was ablaze with sensation, her skin slick with sweat. She rested comfortably between her two lovers, the delicious friction of the two cocks sliding inside of her, her sensitive breasts rubbing on Xander’s chest,
and her back protected by her mate making her feel cherished.
It wasn’t long before the sensations overtook her, and she was begging for more, harder, faster, NOW. She began pumping her hips, sliding them alternately out of her, grinding her clit against Xander’s pelvic bone with each down thrust.
*So much for control* Spike thought as he gave into both their needs and slammed into her. Xander groaned, long and loud, the duel friction driving him over the edge. He was writhing below the blonde pair, his hands flying over their skin, until he was gripping Spike’s ass, urging him harder. Buffy screamed at the assault, her body shuddering violently with pleasure.
The humans’ mouths found each other’s as the vampire fucked them both into the mattress, their tongues and lips desperate as their climaxes overtook them with a brutal intensity. Spike felt Buffy’s muscles clamp tight around both him and Xander, and felt the pulse as the other man emptied himself deep within her, and screamed out when he came, his face morphing and his fangs sinking into his mark on her throatffy ffy actually lost consciousness for a second when this happened, the pleasure and pain too intense for her to take.
When she came to, she was on her side nestled comfortably between her men, their arms wrapped lovingly around her.
"All right, baby?" Spike asked, knowing the instant she woke up. She giggled, and nodded.
"Don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week, but yeah. That was . . . "
"Amazing." Xander finished for her when she seemed lost for a word. Spike raised his head and grinned wolfishly at the brunette, then kissed his Slayer on the shoulder. She sighed happily, and snuggled back against him, then rested a hand on Xander’s chest, just over his heart.
"Yeah, amazing." She concurred, trying to push away the thoughts that were threatening in the back of her mind. She so didn’t want to let go of this euphoria just yet.
"I can practically hear the wheels spinning in your head, Slayer. What’s on your mind?" Spike said, raising up on an elbow and looking down at her. Xander opened his own eyes and turned toward her, his brows drawn together in question.
"It’s nothing." She said, drawing Xander closer and pulling Spike’s free arm over her waist. She shivered a bit as the air hit her cooling body. Xander reached to the foot of the bed and grabbed the throw that was draped over the end, then threw it over Buffy. She smiled in thanks, but averted her eyes.
"What’s wrong, Buff?" He asked, rolling on his side to face her. Spike leaned down and kissed her throat again, lightly playing his tongue over his mark. She swatted playfully at him and led.led.
"Stop that. I’ll never get this out if you keep that up. And I think, we need to talk before we go any further." Spike groaned and rolled away, pushing off the bed. "Where the hell are you going? This involves you too." She asked indignantly.
"Just going to get my smokes, pet. If we’re going to be chatting about emotions and such, I’m going to need some nicotine." And a stiff drink, he thought to himself. He was back in less than a minute, a small dish from the kitchen clutched in his hand to use for an ashtray. Buffy waited until he was resettled behind her and had balanced the dish on her hip before continuing.
"Xander, when you left the other night, and then I didn’t hear from you, I was afraid that we’d ruined our friendship." She said quickly, studying a point on his chest to avoid meeting his eyes. Xander glanced up at Spike, and saw the vampire studying him intently, the look in his eyes telling the man that he had better be careful what he said to her. Xander took a deep breath and flopped onto his back.
"You’ve been my friend for a long time, Buffy. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll always be your friend." He told her, realizing that he meanmean it. No matter what happened between them in the bedroom, he’d be there for her until the world ended. He didn’t see many relationships surviving his devotion to her, to them, the tiny voice in the back of his mind amended. "I love you, Buffy." He said, giving her a smile. He started at the low growl emanating from the vampire and rolled his eyes. "Stop with the possessive thing, Spike. You might be able to keep emotions out of it, but I can’t. I’m not IN love with her, but I do love her." The growl stopped, and Spike gave a short nod, crushing out his cigarette in the dish then putting it on the night stand.
"So, do we keep this up or what? Like to know who I’ll be sleeping next to at night." The vampire said casually. He grunted when Buffy elbowed him. "Wha? Think it’s only right to ask the boy what his intentions are."
"Yeah, but you could have found more diplomatic way of saying it." She scolded, rolling her eyes at the unrepentant grin he gave her.
"I want to." Xander said quietly. It was his turn to avert his eyes, studying a point in the ceiling like it held the answers to the universe. He let out a very unmanly squeak when Spike was suddenly in his line of sight, midnight blue eyes burning into his, a lithe body pressing him into the bed.
"You ready for this?" His words held a thousand different meanings, and Xander could have picked any one of them and ran with it. Instead, he chose the one that he knew Spike meant and nodded his head, raising a shaking hand to the back of the vampire’s hair, and drawing him down. They both heard Buffy gasp the second before their mouths touched, and then, there was only the kiss.
Warm met cold and lightening struck, singing along their nerve endings to points south and back up again. They hardened against each other, their hips moving instinctively together. Spike broke the kiss, and roamed his lips over the man’s face and throat. Xander felt the barest pain as Spike’s fang sliced open the bite mark on his neck. He turned his head, to give the vampire better access, the pull of his lips against his throat making his cock pulse. His hazy eyes landed on Buffy, who was staring at them with wide, arousal filled eyes. She licked her lips, the sight of her tongue darting out making Xander moan. He took his hand away from Spike’s neck and held it out to Buffy, who shook her head.
"No. I want to . . . watch." She admitted, her skin flushing prettily. Spike raised his head and looked at her, a sly smile on his lips. She trembled at the sight of Xander’s blood staining her lover’s mouth. He licked it off with sensuous slowness, the act causing both humans’ to moan. Spike looked back down at Xander, lowering his head and placed the gentlest of kisses the brunette had ever received on his mouth.
"We won’t do anything you don’t want." Spike assured, not waiting for the answering nod before sliding down a bit and running his tongue across the warm chest beneath him. Xander’s breath caught in his throat at thel oel of the cool organ swirling over his flesh. His eyes wanted to drift close with the pleasure; but he forced them to stay open, the sight of Spike tasting him making his desire flare brighter.
The vampire moved unhurriedly down Xander’s body, taking his time to memorize the dips and planes of the hard muscles quivering under the tanned skin. He flicked his tongue experimentally over a flat nipple, enjoying the moan that ripped from the man’s throat. He teased the nubbin with his teeth until he was satisfied, then licked and kissed his way across to the other one. He didn’t touch Xander with anything other than his mouth, wanting him to get used to it. He worked his way down his chest and across his taut stomach, taking a minute to dip his tongue inside his naval.
Xander’s breathing was coming in ragged gasps, fear and anticipation making his heart race, the closer Spike got to his goal. His hands clenched in the covers, and his hips surged up when he felt the brush of cool lips against his hipbone. He swirled his tongue around the flesh there, inhaling deep the smell of the human’s arousal, as well as the lingering scent of his Slayer on the pulsing member that was just within his mouth’s reach. He looked at Xander, his eyes questioning.
The brunette was at the point of bursting already, and he was desperate to feel the vampire’s mouth on his throbbing erection. He was so hot, Spike’s touch leaving a trail of cold fire in its wake. He nodded frantically, silently begging for the vampire to ease the ache that had been haunting him for the past two days.
With an agonizing slowness, and his eyes still burning into Xander’s, Spike lowered his head, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue across the column of hard flesh. He heard the dual gasps when he did it, his own body hardening with the knowledge that his mate was watching him pleasure her friend and getting excited about it. A few more swipes across the hot length had Xander writhing with need, his hips rising off the bed, trying to urge Spike into taking him in. An evil smile curled the vampire’s lips, the feralness of it making Xander whimper.
"Think I should quit playing with him, luv?" He asked Buffy, his tone deceptively light. He chuckled at her gaped mouth, wide-eyed expression. She nodded quickly, afraid to blink or she might miss something. He looked back up at Xander, to make sure he had his attention, then, dipped his head and slid his mouth over the velvety steel of the human’s cock.
"Oh my God." The brunette gasped when Spike took him in. His mouth was so wet, so cold, it was like being encased in ice. He surged off the bed, nearly exploding from the sensation alone. Then, the blonde put his tongue into play, investigating every vein and the weeping slit in the tip, then pushing him further in until he tapped the back of Spike’s throat.
Spike worked him slowly, drawing out the experience as long as he could. He gently scraped his teeth along the side, eliciting a lusty groan from the man beneath him. Xander’s head was thrashing on the bed, incoherent words tumbling from his lips. He jumped nearly off the bed when Spike’s hand closed around his balls, massaging them while his mouth worked its magic on his dick.
"Ohgodohgodohgod." He chanted, feeling his orgasm start. Spike let go of his balls when he felt them tighten, and grabbed the base of Xander’s shaft, then started to suck him for all he was worth. The brunette went stiff when he exploded, his cock pumping his seed into the blonde’s mouth. The vampire greedily swallowed every drop, relishing the warm saltiness as it slid down his throat. *Much better than Angel* he thought. *Bastard was too cold.* Spike realized on some level that he was forever ruined for vampires. After having the warmth of these two special humans, he’d never be able to have sex with a vampire again.
Once he was sure that Xander was done, he let the rapidly deflating phallus slip from his lips. The sounds of gasping breaths filled his ears, reminding him of his own desire, and the fact that his erection was more than a little painful. He turned his bright blue eyes onto Buffy, his predator’s nose breathing deep her arousal. With a swiftness that still surprised her, he had her pulled to him, and the blanket tossed to the side. Xander managed to move his leg so Spike could slide deep inside his mate, their dual moans of ecstasy filling the air. The vampire began a brutal pace, angling his hips to hit her engorged clit with each pass. Buffy’s hands flew over his shoulders, his face, his back, rising to meet his rhythm with each stroke. She flew over first, her shriek of his name echoing in the room and her hands fisting in his hair to push his face into her throat. Another orgasm rocked over her when his fangs pierced her flesh, and shudders wracked her body. He growled deep in his chest, slamming into her a final time, and emptying his cool seed into her body, chilling her from the inside out.
Spike collapsed on top of her, retracting his fangs and lazily trailing his tongue through the blood. He vaguely felt a blanket being tossed across them, and the feel of another warm body pressing next to him as he let the sound of his own contented purr lull them to sleep.