The cock kept pounding into him. Spike moaned, clutching at the sheets as his ass was treated without mercy. Angel’s hands held onto his lover’s hips as he took what he wanted. Did what Spike wanted him to. Dropping his head, Spike leaned his forehead against the stack of pillows, while the gold chain around his neck repeatedly hit against his chin. He’d tear the damn thing off if it hadn’t been a present from Angel. Right now, though, it was distracting him from the fucking he was receiving.
Concentrating on his own poor straining erection, Spike stared, wondering how the hell he hadn’t exploded, ripping the damn cock ring right off of it. It was so swollen that it was turning purple from the pressure. Cum oozed from the tip, dripping onto the clean sheets. Fuck. They were always sleeping on dried leavings.
Angel slapped his ass, jarring him from his thoughts. “What’s up, boy? Can’t keep your mind on what I’m doing?” Suddenly his Sire pulled out, and pushed Spike over on his back, before laying on him again. “Are you thinking about her?” Angel hissed, licking Spike’s cock lightly.
“No, you stupid ponce,” Spike snapped, pushing Angel away. “I was trying to get fucked but…”
“But what,” Angel said with a sigh. It wasn’t really a question. Just a statement as he flopped over on his back, his arm thrown over his eyes.
They were both thinking of Buffy. Somehow in the course of day she’d intruded between them, bringing questions, doubts, and reviving the spell she once had over them both. Denial was a good thing, but it wasn’t working. Spike hesitated, lying beside Angel, the one who he finally committed forever to. He worried the heavy ring on his finger as he thought of the Slayer and what she was doing to them.
He wouldn’t let her if he could help it. She’d had her chance, they’d all had that chance and it was over. Long over. Spike scooted over, swinging a leg over Angel, until he was poised over the massive, still hard, cock of his Sire.
“I’m the one who’s here,” Spike said, leaning down to lick Angel’s chest. He nipped lightly at one nipple before sitting back up. Brown eyes studied him from underneath Angel’s arm. “I love you,” Spike stated. He reached between them, positioning himself before sliding down, encasing said cock deep inside him. “She won’t come between us if we don’t let her.”
Hands floated over his thighs as Spike closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation at being so filled. This was where he belonged now. He began to move, riding, squeezing bringing pleasure to the one who brought him such love.
“I love you too,” Angel whispered, wrapping his hands around his Childe’s cock. He bucked up as Spike quivered under the dual sensations of their shagging. Most of the time this act spoke the words they rarely said aloud. Neither were into being demonstrative in a lovey way. They knew where the other stood so it was okay that their love only flowed vibrant in the privacy of their bed.
Spike locked eyes with Angel as they brought each other to the very edge of bliss. He opened his heart to his Sire, letting the bonds of blood simmer between them, tangible, real, and oh so sacred. Only two vampires in close lineage could achieve such a connection, never with any other creature had Spike felt such devotion. Drusilla was too crazy to let it happen, and Darla too selfish. It was as if they were one being, and Spike reveled in the belonging.
“Cum for me,” Angel demanded, rolling the cock ring off then returning to stroke the throbbing member in his hands. Spike shook, falling forward onto his hands as he picked up the pace of his hips. Angel thrust in unison with his ride, keeping his jerking off of Spike in time until they were on the crest. Spike threw his head back as he slipped into his other visage, a growl filling the room as his cum spilled onto his lover’s stomach. He was flipped onto his back again, legs over Angel’s shoulder as he took over the fuck. Angel lost control, pounding into him with only one thought, to be able to cum himself.
“Fuck me,” Spike called out, writhing on the bed. He needed to be taken and knew it wouldn’t happen until Angel was in the throes of ecstasy. Pushing up he met each thrust, squeezing with all of his strength until he felt the first tensing signaling Angel’s orgasm. “Ang,” he beckoned, tightening his legs around his Sire’s neck. It was all it took as he felt the release deep within him. He sighed from the completion, and opened his arms for Angel to snuggle close to him.
“God, it gets better all the time,” Angel said, laying his head on Spike’s stomach.
“Because it’s where you belong.”
“Are you okay with tonight, Will?” Angel asked.
Spike hesitated, threading his fingers through the thick brown hair tickling his abdomen, while he figured out a response. Always more emotional than Angel, it sometimes created problems with them, and he didn’t want to come off as William. Buffy had meant so much to them, changed them, and he still dreamed of her and the last words she spoke to him. Those night visits to his past were never shared with Angel. They were his problem.
“Guess I have to be,” he finally said. “She’s here. Something is going down and we promised to save the world when it needed it whether we survived or not.”
“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Angel said with a chuckle. He stroked Spike’s leg in an effort to calm his Childe’s indignant manner. “Everything is going to change because of her. I think the honeymoon is over.”
“Never had one, you cheap bastard.”
“You didn’t want one,” Angel replied. “And it wasn’t like you were going to take me on one either.”
“True,” Spike said, laughing. “So, the bitch is back and our lives are never going to be the same, so now what?”
“I’ll never get over her…as much as I love you; she’s always going to have a part of me.”
Spike froze. It was the same thing he’d known when he’d seen them kissing in that cave. The kind of innocent, hopeful love was the kind that everyone dreamed of happening. It was something he’d never had. Never would have. He was always second choice. Tired of it, hurt and too prideful to admit it, he shoved Angel off of him.
“I’m going to take a shower so we can take Miss Selfish to dinner,” he spat, rolling out of bed. Forgotten in the heat of the moment was his own love for Buffy. “Or am I not even invited now?”
He’d only taken two steps before he found himself pinned against the wall. Spike looked down, afraid of what he would see in Angel’s eyes.
“Don’t ever say that,” Angel said, cupping Spike’s face. “I love you. That ring you wear is a sign of a commitment that I have no intention of ever fucking breaking. You are my life. I told you what I did about Buffy so you wouldn’t get this stupid idea in the first place. I thought maybe some of your insecurity was gone by now.”
“Guess I’ll always be a wimp,” Spike said, closing his eyes. He wasn’t going to fight. Not now. The feel of lips against his was a surprise. The gentleness of them, the love in them overwhelmed him.
“How long ‘til the car gets here?” Angel asked, wrapping his arms around Spike.
“Almost an hour,” Spike whispered, afraid to believe that he was wrong.
“Long enough,” Angel said, pulling him back to the bed. “I want to make love to you.”
Buffy stared at herself in the mirror. Never before had she ever dressed so provocative. And it was very deliberate. The black halter dress was tight around her waist before flaring out at her hips in wispy drapes that fell to mid-thigh. She swished her hips, watching the material dance around her legs. If she wasn’t careful one gust of wind would reveal the tiny scrap of black lace she wore underneath. No bra, no pantyhose, just the dress, panties and black sandals with stiletto heels.
“Yeah, I look like a real tramp,” Buffy sighed, running a hand down her stomach. She turned to check out her ass. It looked good. “Never should have listened to my sister.”
“Why not?” Dawn asked behind her where she was sitting on the bed. “You’ve created the exact image you wanted. Sexy, independent, grown-up Buffy that your ex-boyfriends left behind and will never get to touch again.”
“Touché,” Buffy said, with a smile. “The thing is they don’t want to anymore.”
“Oh, yes, they do. They just don’t want you to know it.”
“They’re committed to each other,” Buffy replied. She headed for the dresser to change out her purses. “You saw those rings on their fingers.”
“Puleeze Buffy, they’re vampires, remember?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Everything,” Dawn said. “They’re not monogamous. At least not sexually. From what I’ve read Angel, Spike, Darla and Dru used to sleep with each other. They just traded off sex partners based on what mood they were in.”
“Eeew,” Buffy squealed, wrinkling her nose. “That’s disgusting. And how do you know that?”
“It’s in some of the Watcher’s files,” Dawn replied, staring at the chipped red polish on her fingers. “They may be together, but it doesn’t mean they wouldn’t give you a tumble if they had the chance.”
“You may be heading for eighteen,” Buffy admonished. “But you’re still my baby sister, and technically only three years and a few months so this conversation is now terminated.”
“You’re too uptight,” Dawn replied, rolling her eyes. “You’ve already screwed both of them, and they each other so why not all of you?”
“I thought you hated them?” Buffy asked, diverting the question. Her mind was busy putting together a fantasy of Spike and Angel covered in oil, making love, and then pulling her between them. Heat pooled between her legs as desire swept through her.
No, no, bad Buffy, very bad Buffy, she told herself.
It didn’t work. She wanted them both…still. Her heart never could choose between them, and now her body was reacting all crazy at the thought of her ex-lovers being lovers. The two vampires would be magnificent together. So beautiful.
“I do and I don’t” Dawn said, with drama as she flung herself backward on the bed. “I still don’t like Angel, never have. He was always such a pompous ass when you two were dating.”
“He didn’t know how to act around a kid,” Buffy said, even though they both knew it was a false memory and they never would know how he would have really reacted.
“I was so in love with Spike for awhile,” Dawn said. “Then later he was like my hero and big brother then he became a big jerk and an asshole. So, my emotions are all over the place for him. I don’t know whether to like him or not.”
“Maybe,” Buffy said, standing over her sister. “You should try to approach them like an adult now. See what happens.”
“But they can’t be trusted,” Dawn said, her eyes darting around the room. Her hand flew over her mouth.
It was hard to be honest and carry on an act when every word they were saying was being listened to. Their real confusion on how they felt about Angel and Spike could be viewed as either a blessing or a curse, depending on who was listening or not. It was all in the interpretation.
“What I meant,” Buffy said, with a soft sigh, “Is try to distance yourself from the way you felt about them before and just try to see them as they are now.”
“Enemies?” Dawn asked, with a wink.
“Yep, and Lord help me, I’m the sacrificial lamb tonight.”
“It might be worth getting burned in that fire,” Dawn taunted as she jumped and ran for the door. “Burn, baby, burn.”
Buffy couldn’t help but laugh at her sister’s antics. She shook her head as she grabbed her purse for the night. One last glance in the mirror told her she looked fine. It would be best if she took her own advice about keeping her former emotions out of it. It was impossible though. No one had ever touched her heart or soul like those two, and never would. It would do her feminine heart good to know that on some level, even sexually, she still reached them.
The phone rang in the living area of the suite. Buffy heard Dawn snatch it up, whisper something then slam it back down. She headed out the door when she almost ran into Dawn.
“They’re coming through the lobby now,” Dawn announced, dancing back and forth on her toes. “Andrew called from downstairs. He says they’re both beautiful in black suits. Spike in a suit. This I can’t wait to see.”
“Me either,” Buffy muttered, pushing her sister back so that she could make her way toward the door. She pointed to the couch. “Sit Dawnie, and try to act nonchalant.”
“What?” Dawn screeched. “Like you’re the epitome of patience hovering at the door.”
From the hallway they heard the sound of Spike’s laughing. Apparently, they’d heard Dawn. Buffy rolled her eyes and opened the door. They already knew she was waiting for their knock so why pretend otherwise. She wasn’t prepared, however, for the actual vision of them dressed up. Her mouth opened and closed as she stared in admiration at Spike and Angel in matching suits. The only difference was the color of their ties. One was an icy blue and the other was red. When she finally met their eyes, she realized that they were staring at her in with the same gleam in their eyes. It was mutual and she was satisfied.
“Ready, boys?” Buffy asked, with a low drawl that surprised her. Them too, from the look in their eyes. She reached for her shawl, waved goodbye to Dawn and stepped forward. They parted to let her by.
“Bring her home at a decent hour,” Dawn called out. “And don’t do anything I’m not allowed to do.”
“Take good care of her, Bit,” Spike said. “Promise, okay?”
Those few words were all it took for all the love Buffy once held for him to flood through her system. She blinked as she fought back the tears. It was too much and she wanted to run far away. But she was in too deep now. There was no turning back.
to be continued…