Title: Re-Birth (1/?)
Author: Talion
Disclaimer: I do not own these people or the places they are. They belong to people with less sanity then me!
Rating: NC-17 (A/B/S; m/m/f; m/m)
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated
Notes: This is for Ryan and Emma… who just BEG for ABS fic… who could deny them? Not me.
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(1/?)
Spike wandered into the main room, from his bedroom. His jeans were undone, and riding low on his hips. He was shirtless, but his hair was slicked back, and he had on cologne like he’d just come form the shower. Angel was one the leather sofa in black silk boxers, a tiny devil on one leg. He was reading bad French poetry.
"Come on now, Peaches." Spike sighed, setting himself at the end of the couch. His legs on either side of Angel’s, he grabs the book, looking over the words, and scoffing. "Cor, this is really terrible, man." Spike shakes his head, and tosses the book behind him. "She went to a party, with Red. It’s a kegger. Red needed out of the house after, the wolf went and fucked things up." Spike moved his head about working the kinks from sleeping out.
"Yes… but I want her HERE." Angel pulled Spike, so that the younger vampire was straddling his lap. Kissing his child’s neck he growls. "This is your re-birth day. It’s the first time in over 80 years I’ll get to celebrate it with you. I wanted her here." Nipping at Spike’s neck and grinning as he feels him get hard.
"We could start the celebration with…" Spike growls swallowing hard, when Angel cups his erection. "With out the tart." Spike, moves in. Kissing Angel hard on the mouth. The kiss is a battle for dominance. One Angel wins, quickly.
Breaking the kiss he growls. "Sounds perfect, Child." Standing and pulling Spike into his bedroom, the door slams. Immediately Spike is slammed against the door, his mouth captured in a deep kiss, from his sire. He can feel Angel’s hardness pressed firmly against his own. He could feel the cool expanse of skin under his hands, as the roamed Angel’s chest. When Spike raked his nails down the dark vampires back, Angel snarled, his demon coming to the front.
Spike smelled his sire’s blood and was in game face in seconds, both lusts hammering threw his veins. Desperately he moves to lick away the blood. Angel slams his head back against the door. "You made me bleed, boy." Angel whispered, before pulling him back into another kiss. Then Spike found him self thrown across the bed. He landed face down, as he was turning he felt Angel’s claws on his hip, pulling his jeans off. Then he was pulled on to his knees. Groaning, he leaned over reaching desperately for the KY. Finding it he quickly tossed it over his shoulder.
Growling his approval, Angel quickly lubed them both up, and with no permeable was soon, slamming into Spike’s well used ass. The groaning and growling could be heard all the way threw out the apartment. When Buffy entered she was worried.
She took a steak from her bag, entering cautiously. "Hello?" The growling increased. In the bedroom, Angel pounded furiously into Spike, listening to his child whimpering, listening for the moment when Spike was ready to cum, with him.
She stood frozen in the door. Her lovers where in beds… together… fucking like wild animals. Angel was in game face; he was fucking Spike, brutally.
"NOW." He growled. Spike growled. Spike didn’t growl unless he was going to…"Make me cum. Please Angelus. Sire… make me cum." He was begging. Spike never begged.
"Cum for me William." Angel was purring. "Cum." And both men did. She just stood there mesmerized by picture before her. Collapsing, on one another, they fell to the rumbled silver sheets.
"Thank you Sire." He panted. Angel just moved off his child. Then pulled him in for a kiss. That’s when they heard her gasp. Both tuning to see a blushing Buffy standing in the door way of the room…
(2/?)
After a few minutes of staring at one another Buffy began to pant. The sight of both her lovers tangled together didn’t revolt her. The affection between the two men was apparent, and she could feel the lust that vibrated between them… and her. When Angel moved from the bed, he was fully naked. He looked like a warrior, rippling muscles war scared skin. He was something from a romance novel. Spike moved after him, like a Greek statue in white marble. Tall, thin, hard, and lean. He was sculpted to the perfection of many women. Buffy stood mesmerized by them as they approached her. Spike moved in front of her, capturing her mouth in a gentle kiss. Always careful with her, he was the gentler of the two lovers, but the one quicker to anger. Angel moved behind her, his arms pulling her back against his already hard member.
Moaning into Spike’s mouth, she gasped, when his cold hands easily found her breasts, which at some point had been stripped of her blouse and her bra. His fingers pulling and pinching on her nipples. Angel worked her slacks down her legs, finding her with out underwear, grinning he separated her legs, using a finger to check how wet she was. His tongue tasted next. Slightly bending to allow them both better accesses to her body, Buffy whimpered. Her legs ready to give out. She pulled on Spike’s hair, when he bit her nipple, drawing blood.
"Please… please, I can’t stand any more… my legs… they…" Before she was able to finish They stood, and moved her to the rumpled bed. Sprawled on her back, with Angels head berried in her soaking center, she whimpered into Spike’s kiss as he again, played with her breasts. When the kiss she smiled at him, squirming, Angel got the hint, and helped her moves down. Quickly she took Spike’s cock into her tiny mouth, and smiled up around it, when he growled. His finger gripping tight one of the pillows. She moaned as Angel sucked hard on her clit. Everything, Angel’s mouth did to her pussy, she did ten fold to Spike, wanting him to catch up to her. When he began thrusting in her mouth, She stopped bobbing her head, and sucked, running her teeth and tongue along the ridged undersides.
She was doing perfect until Angel entered her. He gave no warning or even waited after entering her. He continued to thrust deep hard thrusts into her body, forcing shudders for her body as well as garbled whimpers and moans. Spike placed his hand on the back of her head, thrusting in to her mouth, and stopped when he jerked, then shot long sticky wads down her throat he could feel her swallowing. He looked down at her, then up to his, sire that was pounding in her tiny body, she shivered, feeling the last load forced from his body. Angel thrust harder, when he heard Spike’s cock free from her mouth with a loud ‘pop’ she growled kissing her, tasting his favorite in her mouth.
"Now… harder… please… Angel… Angel…." She was sweating, panting serounded by cold flesh, and she was on fire. She arched, wanting him deeper; she begged needing him more. She didn’t even realize that her hand was around Spike working him back to erection. "Harder, please… I want to… please... NO!" She whined when he exited her body.
Moving her shuddering form, so she straddled Spike, Angel watched her lower slowly on to him and then Spike seeing his sire’s face raised an eyebrow. Shaking his head, Spike raised both, knowing what the older man had in mind. Well, this would be a night to remember. How he loved his rebirth days with Angelus around. Letting her set the pace; Spike pulled the slayer down for a kiss. Her body pressed firmly against his. Moving he sat up right. This was going to take some strategic movement. She whimpered, as he was barerried further in her. Angel moved linking his legs around Spike’s waist, when Spike had Buffy pulled high on his cock. Spike busy with Buffy’s breasts distracting her from their movement. Setting himself directly next to Spike, they lowered her back down. She gasped her eyes flying open, gripping Spike’s shoulders she bit her lip whimpering.
This wasn’t the first time… it barley hurt, as she stretched to accommodate them both. Swallowing hard, she did cried out when she was finally in place. Both of her mates were deep inside her tiny body. She was ready to pass out, from the extremely full feeling she had. Two sets of hands held her firmly on her waist, he nails digging deep into Spike’s muscled shoulders. Her breath hitched as for just a second they went deeper into her body, then she shuddered whining as she slowly pulled her up, then let her gently move back down. This pattern continued until, Buffy’s body took over. Soon, not caring of any pain that she may later have, she was bouncing on them, her own hands over theirs, All three seemingly holding hands in a tangle of fingers. She was sweating again. Her lovers growling, at the glow of her beauty. Her skin glistening, her head thrown back as she cried out, Buffy shuddered on the edge of an orgasm. Then all at once, it happened. Locking eyes the vampires each moved to a side, both sinking their fangs into her neck simotaniously, and both shooting deep inside her body, as she screamed shaking. She wanted to move them in her some more, but they held her firm. Growling she shifted then whimpered. Rolling her hips, both growling from their place on her neck, she cried out, fed up with her, Angel moved his hand down to her clit, pinching hard, he snickered When she fell again into an orgasm, griping both men, to their re-deaths, when she came.
Gently they lifted her, laying down and placing her between them. Telling her to rest. Sighing she turned and snuggled into Spike. "You always do the most wicked things to me, Angel. I’d ask where you learned them, but I know I do not want to know." Angel smiled devilishly at Spike, winking. Spike just smirked. "Happy Re-birthday, Spike." She whispered kissing him.
"Have fun at your kegger, luv?" He asked, kissing her back, linking hands with Angel, on her hip. She shook her head.
"No. Willow pouted, and got drunk. Drunk Willow is B-A-D, bad!" She sighed, exhausted, curling between their bodies. "And that home spun soldier-boy wanna be, Riley!" She growled. "Kept pawing me and making googily eyes. I think he thought I’d sleep with him or something! Ick!" She made a face up at Spike. "I left early. Dropped Will off at the dorm, with Tara… I think they like… LIKE one another." She whispered. Mumbling she fell asleep.
"This day gets better and better." Spike commented. "Sex with you, sex with you and her… killing the git." Spike stretched standing. "And hopefully before sunrise, more sex with you and her!" Spike wriggled is eyebrows, dressing quickly. He grinned, when Angel joined him. "Better then killing the git, killing him with me sire!" Spike walked to the front door, Angel stopping him for a moment, for a hard kiss, then both men left the apartment, sure that Buffy would sleep for at least an hour….
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(3/?)
As they moved down the deserted streets of SunnyDale, Angel captured Spike’s hand in his own. They stuck close to the shadows, every now and again, Spike found himself flung against a hard brick wall to have the fuck kissed right into him, and he growl reminding his sire that they were out here for a reason. Of course they soon reached a point when neither cared, and were very nearly fucking in the darkened ally, when who should wonder by, but a very drunk, toy solider boy Riley, himself. Swaying from side to side, he called to both men.
"Sh… shirs, I do, "She hiccuped causing him to fall into the wall just moments ago occupied by Spike. "I.. I … I… do hope you know, that what you are doing ishh… ishh… illegal in… in… publicsh." Riley stuttered and made a mockery of the English language, causing both vampires to first wince, then growl.
Shifting Spike moved to the rather unstable lad, intending to pound him now, and question later. Angel thinking it was a rather brilliant plan followed, suit. The boy had interrupted what was promising to be a great fuck, and had earlier hit on their girl. Riley was practically begging for both men to beat him into sticky paste.
"Hello, Riley, right?" Spike grinned, putting his arm around the swaying teen. "Come with me, I have some friends I’d like to introduce you to. Leading him further into the ally, he and Angel fully introduced Riley to four different fists, a two pair of original doc martins. Careful to make sure the majority of his bleeding was internal, they broke many bones, and kissed between crunches. About 45 minutes into the thrashing, Riley uncontious now for a long time, Angel began to beep, and both of them cursed, moving quickly to the nearest gas station to clean up, and buy ice cream.
"Where have you two been?" Buffy stood in Spike’s doorway, in one of his black T-shirts, pouting when she heard them enter. Seeing the ice cream she smiled brightly and rushed to steal it. Spike quickly holding it out of her reach.
"Tsk, tsk, Pet. Not even a kiss?" He looked slightly hurt, and Buffy responded with a long kiss, that found both of Spike’s cold hand lifting her and moving them back into his bedroom. Leaving Angel to quickly stash the ice cream in the freezer, and strip on his way to the room.
Buffy and Spike had already relinquished their clothing to the floor. Spike, growling as he thrust fully into the slayers hot responsive flesh. Standing for a moment Angel watched his child’s ass, as he moved in and out of his love. Grinning, he again went in search of the KY. Lubing his already throbbing member, he joined the couple on the bed. Buffy moaned loudly and when Angel leaned over his child to enter him, they kissed, leaving Spike to howl at the feeling of his sire a second time that night. Moving in unison the three thrust and bucked into one another. Each sharing kisses, and words of encouragement. Whimpering from her earlier use, Buffy was soon begging for release, and Spike was more then happy to oblige. Shooting deep into her body, and gripping his sire’s straining cock, Spike moved his hand to pinch at her clit. Groaning when both his lover orgasmed at the same time.
Collapsing beside one another on the bed, Angel spooned into Spike, holding him close and linking hands with Buffy. Who snuggled into Spike’s chest, sighing contently.
"Happy rebirthday Spike." Buffy whispered, kissing his neck, and grinning when he purred. Her eyes glittering with amusement.
"Happy rebirth, my favorite." Angel purred into the blond mans ear. Spike replied by purring louder. As they dozed off to sleep, Buffy shifted.
"He is still alive right, you didn’t kill Riley… cause I don’t need the initiative on our asses." She yawned, giggling when the purring stopped abruptly. "Sleep, I’ll scold later… to tired right now." She sighed, snuggling into Spike’s tightening arms.