Breaking a Slayer

Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 14

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Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.

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Rating: NC-17.



Spike woke from the daze of lustful rut as he recognized Angel's utter loss of control. Tearing his mouth from Buffy's soft breast, Spike threw himself at his sire, taking them both to the floor in a tangle of pale limbs. Angel surged to his feet, roaring with anger and attacked his childe on the spot.

Buffy sat up and watched the two fight for a moment before it dawned upon her exactly what had happened. What she had almost let happen. With Angel, as always, she lost all control. The soul and blood bonds between them had strengthened with their close proximity and their desperate need for each other along with them. She jumped to her feet and dived headfirst into the fray.

Angel had kicked Spike into the far wall and was attacking with a roundhouse kick that Spike countered with a sweep and block followed by a right armed throw. Angel somersaulted out of the throw in a fluid motion too fast for Buffy's eyes to follow and turned, snarling to leap at his childe. He was stopped mid-step by a naked, tousled whirlwind, who grabbed him in a wrist-lock and snapped his arm behind him, pushing hard enough to break a human's bones with a snap. Buffy pushed him to the floor, straddling his wide, naked back and holding him in place.

Angel stopped, fury forgotten as he realized what he'd almost done. "Buffy, Spike, god, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I'm losing control like this. I feel like Angelus is right beneath the surface fighting me at every turn to get out."

"So, what, you thought as long as the crazed one was there, you might as well get a ride on the soul train?" Spike sneered, furious at his sire's lack of control. "I thought you were supposed to be the good bloodsucker. Look at you now, you bloomin' idiot."

Buffy let go of Angel's arm and climbed off of him, stepping quickly to the bed and pulling the sheets up to her neck. "Angel, is it possible that something has changed with the curse? You seem to be acting so different."

Angel nodded reluctantly. "I didn't want to tell you before I knew if it would work, but I…we found a spell in LA. One to anchor my soul. Only, it seems like the demon is becoming stronger, as well. I'm feeling…darker…more passionate about everything. About Spike," he glanced at his childe, gloriously naked and unashamedly glowering at his sire, "and about you." I'm not sure how much worse it's going to get…I still have three more rituals to complete before it will be finished at Yule."

"Are you out of you freaking skull, Sire?" Spike yelled. "Yule is nearly five bloody months away. How're we going to make it that far if you can't keep that wank of yours in your pants for more than an hour at a time?" *Here you thought he cared about you, stupid pillock. He doesn't care, he just wants a punching bag. You're convenient, for a change…that's all, William,* he sneered at himself internally.

"Angel," Buffy said, looking at him seriously. "I know we can't be…together, but what if…what if I don't freak out about Spike being with us. He…he didn't scare me before," she said, blushing a rosy pink. "I think, if you both go slow with me, that maybe, I mean, I know I'm not very good, but maybe twoulwould help you…" her voice trailed off in shame as she looked down, unwilling to meet his eyes.

"Buffy, NO!" Angel cried. "Beloved, you don't understand…you've never understood. Angelus…I was trying to hurt you that morning. To find the most terrible thing you could possibly hear. I knew you were innocent. He played on that…but he lied. He LIED, Buffy. I lost my soul because of how wonderful you were…I was in heaven, Buffy….HEAVEN. You were amazing. You were everything." Angel walked to the bed and sat on it, gazing deeply into Buffy's eyes. "Buffy, Angelus…I…we both wanted you so much it drove us crazy. After being with you it was even worse. You were all I…he could think about. The things he wanted to do to you…God, it scares me just to think of them. But Buffy, know this…no matter how depraved, how dark and twisted his desires were, they sprang from the same place that my love for you does. Neither of us could resist you."

"You certainly seemed to be just fine with that afterwards," Buffy muttered. She took some comfort from his words…apparentlyke wke wasn't the only one who enjoyed her body. But why had Angel left her…*duh, stupid. Look what just nearly happened. If he really did want you, what would he do…he'd leave to protect you.* Suddenly his seeming abandonment of her became easier to understand and accept. *He was protecting me from himself.*

"Ok, so that's the what. But here's the thing…I don't want to lose you…either of you…again. I need you both right now, Angel. What can we do to help you with the curse?"

Spike nodded in agreement. "Don't bloody want Angelus running around mucking things up again, Sire. I'll do what it takes eep eep you under control till you finish the last ritual." He joined them on the bed, crawling lithely to grab a pillow and make himself comfortable.

"Will, you've always looked just like a cat when you did that," Angel laughed, glad for once to have everything out in the open. "Buffy, I know we moved too fast for you earlier…but what if you're the one in control…would that be ok? With Spike here to keep me in line, we could…see what happens…"

Buffy nodded shyly but eagerly. "I want you both. And…and I don't care if that makes me a slut. God only knows if I'm even going to live to see 20. I'm going to do this now. I want my body back." Her voice had a strength that had been missing for some time, and she shook her short golden-brown curls decisively as she leaned forward to circle one warm arm around Spike's waist while she kissed Angel deeply.

He returned her kiss with passionate gratitude for this amazing woman and the second, third, fourth chances she kept throwing his way. Spike moved in her arms until his head was nestled between her sheet-covered breasts. Slowly he dragged the silky fabric down, teasing the tips of the rounded mounds with the sheet. Buffy kissed Angel deeper and moaned into his mouth as Spike finally dropped the sheet and leaned forward to suck one hard nipple into his mouth.

Spike grinned at her moans of helpless passion and bared the top of her mound, tugging gently at the soft curly hair he found there. He could smell his Sire on her, and the scent drove him wild with want. Spike glanced up once at Angel with golden eyes, before sinking down to Buffy's triangle and nestling his nose into the glistening curls. He pushed her legs slowly apart and ran sensitive fingers down her outer lips. Teasing them with soft strokes too gentle to truly satisfy the writhing girl, Spike blew across her tiny clit and watched it harder in response. Buffy gasped in shocked pleasure, unused to this new sensation.

Angel sat up and reached large hands to cup her aching breasts, turning and pulling her into his lap to allow Spike more access to her heated center. Angel rubbed his thumbs across her hard nipples, flicking them with rough thumbnails until she moaned in need. "Please, Angel…Spike….God, please."

"Please, what, Slayer? What do you want me to do?" Spike smirked up at her, blowing yet another cool breath across her desperate clit. He spread her legs with a push of his muscular white shoulders and blew harder as she panted helplessly. He wanted her in control of this…she needed to feel the power she held over them both.

"Please…won't you touch me?" Buffy was too shy to say what she really wanted, but hoped he'd know anyway.

"Slayer, if you're old enough to do it, you're old enoto tto talk about it. What shall I do to you, Luv? What do you want of me? I'm your slave, Slayer, command me." Spike was enjoying this moment far too much to rush it. Forcing Buffy to take control put her at his mercy and far from objecting, she seemed to revel in it. Of course, he had no mercy for her, at least, that's what he told himself.

"Spike," she said, blushing, "I want you to taste me, please."

Spike leaned forward and licked her with one long, slow movement of his cool tongue. "Mmm, Angel is right, Buffy, I should beg you for more." The Slayer's arousal tasted like ambrosia to Spike. Salty musk that was, dare he think it, *almost better than blood. Gods, I'm as much of a ninny as my blinking Sire!*

Buffy gasped and raised her hips to Spike's mouth, begging, "Please, please, please, Spike, yes…oooh, god!" she screamed as Spike finally spread her open and kissed her cunt, sucking at the moisture gathered there and lapping at her molten core.

Angel twisted her aching nipples with just the right painful pleasure and spread passionate kisses up and down her neck before sucking her earlobe into his mouth to tease it with his fangs. Buffy rubbed her breasts into his hands and arched into Spike's talented mouth, groaning in passion and abandon.

Spike laved her clit with long light strokes of his cool tongue, enflaming Buffy even more before dipping lower to taste the honey dripping from her. She was so hot, he could feel the pulse beating frantically under his mouth and longed to sink fangs into her and drink deep. Game face surfaced at the thought and he turned to tease her thigh with his fangs. Scraping softly across the surface, he sucked hard at the smooth skin above the artery there. Gods and monsters…so close, her blood was calling to him. He didn't want to hurt her…but he did. He wanted to rend and tear, to taste her unbelievable blood as it poured from her body. But even more than that, he wanted to possess her. Spike wanted Buffy to scream his name as she came…to forget that Angel held her and to focus only on Spike.

Angel sucked at his mark on Buffy's neck, only now really noticing that Spike had been there and opened the wound again. He could taste his childe's saliva on his mate's neck and it compelled an instant aggressive response from his demon. Reasserting his claim, he sank aching fangs deep into the tough scar tissue while pulling roughly at Buffy's sensitized nipples.

At Angel's bite and Spike's skillful sucking, Buffy exploded into orgasm, bucking into Spike's avid mouth and arching into her mate's fangs at the same time. The painful bite held her fixed on the wave of pleasure for long seconds before she crashed over into the bliss that followed. It seemed even more intense because of the pain that preceded it, and for the first time, Buffy thought she understood why the vampires liked to mix pain with pleasure in their play.

Angel groaned against her neck, licking gently at the wounds to close them. He and Spike gazed into each other's amber eyes and they moved as one, laying Buffy gently to one side on the pillows before reaching for each other.

Buffy watched in amazed satiation as her lovers kissed. It was nothing like the gentle kisses they pressed on her. This was violent, animalistic rut. They tore at each other's mouths with fang and tongue, sucking the blood from lips and biting passionately at each other. Angel forced Spike's head down and Spike sucked his hard cock into his mouth in one movement. Buffy watched as Spike licked Angel from root to head, lapping eagerly at the end before engulfing him again. *I couldn’t do that,* she thought…*he's just way too big!*

Angel pulled his childe off of him and flipped him over with his head next to Buffy on the pillows. Rubbing his glistening cock against Spike's waiting ass, Angel plunged home in one desperate thrust and Spike moaned in lustful pain at his sire's possession. Beginning a slow pace, Angel pulled Spike's hips back to himself, grinding further into his childe with every stroke. Buffy couldn't believe how beautiful they looked, how dangerous…with game faces on and blood still dripping from the corners of their mouths. She'd thought she was spent, but now…now she was dripping again, with want and lust.

She leaned forward and captured Spike's mouth in a hard kiss and he grabbed for her shoulders, pulling her under him and Angel with one strong movement. He positioned himself at her entrance and paused, looking into her eyes for permission before thrusting home. Buffy shrieked in pleasure and Spike's eyes rolled back as he was simultaneously fucked by Angel while fucking Buffy.

Spike had never known such heady pleasure before. The Slayer's hot little body was clutching at him with muscles that would surely rip him to shreds. And his Sire's cold cock was penetrating him deeper with every thrust and pushing him deeper into the Slayer as well.

Angel controlled their motion, pulling Spike back and out of Buffy with his large hands braced on Spike's hips before pushing back into his childe and grinding Spike into Buffy again. Spike was going to be split apart or burned to death in the inferno that was the Slayer, he was sure, but he'd die a happy vampire.

Angel increased the tempo and Buffy began panting in lust as her pussy squeezed Spike tighter and faster with every thrust. Spike was moaning into her mouth now, kissing her desperately.

Angel felt his climax approaching and thrust faster as Buffy's cries indicated that she, too was coming. As the orgasm broke over him, Angel leaned forward and bit into Spike's neck. Spike, not able to actually bite Buffy, nevertheless, latched onto his sire's still oozing bite and sucked the blood from her neck as she pulled him with her over the precipice. They plunged together into the bliss and calm of their aftermaths and separated just enough to collapse into a heap with Angel on one side of Buffy and Spike on the other.

"If that's what it takes to keep Angelus away, you can bloody count me in every time," Spike growled, his game face sliding off and his handsome baby blues twinkling cheerily at Angel. He grinned impudently at Buffy, then and added, "of course, Slayer, you know that this is a real chore for me."

Buffy punched him gently in the arm, too happy and spent to mind his teasing and secretly pleased that he seemed so overcome. She kissed Spike and then leaned over to give Angel a longer, tender kiss. She curled her hot body gratefully between their cool ones and sank into the most restful sleep she'd had since the night Angel had left her so long ago. Her lovers grinned at each other in triumph and curled themselves around her warmth to sleep, as well.

To be continued…wiilesiles's rn….-n….