The Challenge

Buffy and Xander stood outside of Spike’s apartment door, apprehension at what was waiting form onm on the other side nearly choking them. They exchanged a look, before Buffy raised a hand and lightly knocked. No answer. She tried again, this time a little harder, her heart pounding in her chest when her mind supplied the question ‘What if he left?’ No, she denied to herself. He wouldn’t leave. He promised. He’s just a little mad right now, and pouting. That’s all.

Buffy desperately prayed she was right as she knocked again. Xander watched her, and tried hard to calm his own frazzled nerves. It had been three days since the human’s had decided to go after a demon without waiting for Spike. Three days since the vampire had found them, the demon dead, but they were badly hurt. Three days since he’d swooped his mate up in his arms and carried her home, after making sure that Xander could walk. Three days since he’d patched them up, his only outward emotion being the shaking of his hands as he’d cleaned and bandaged. He hadn’t answered when they talked to him, trying to explain. He hadn’t looked at either of them until he turned to leave, his eyes shiny with unshed tears and swirling with anger and fear. He’d then left the bedroom, leaving the two alone.

They hadn’t seen him since. Although, Xander knew he’d been back in the apartment. He always came in while they were asleep, leaving food and fresh bandages and one red rose for Buffy. It was like he was telling her that he was mad, but he would be back.

Well, Buffy, ever the impatient one, decided that it was time for this nonsense to start. So, she had hopped out of bed, and gotten dressed, telling the protesting Xander that he could stay there and wait for Spike to get out of his snit if he wanted, but she was going to find her mate. With that, she had turned on her heel and left, not waiting to see if he would follow. Which, he did of course. And now, they were here, knocking on the door that Buffy should have just been able to walk through.

“SPIKE! Open up. This is silly. Would you please just open the door?” Buffy called through the wood, thankful that his neighbors worked during the day.

“Buffy. Maybe we should let him come to us. He looked pretty pissed.” Xander said, shoving his hands nervously into his pockets.

“He’s going to be a big pile of dust if he doesn’t open this door.” She spat, the quivering of her v tel telling him how scared she really was. “Fuck this.” She said, reaching in her pocket for her key. She’d wanted to give him the chance to end this on his own, but since he didn’t want to, she’d do it. She shoved it into the lock and gave a violent twist, turning the knob as soon as she heard the click. She pushed through the door, and stalked inside, heading straight for the bedroom.

Xander followed slowly, and closed the door, looking around the living rooen hen he turned back around. Several liquor bottles were scattered across the coffee table, next to a slew of empty cigarette packs, and a few mugs with the dried remnants of the vampire’s dinner on them. His duster was thrown carelessly on the floor next to the now destroyed chair.

All in all, it looked like Spike had had one hell of a temper tantrum.

Finally, Xander walked into the bedroom, and paused in the doorway. Spike was sitting in an ancient looking chaise by the curtained window, shirtless and barefoot, and looking for all the world like he hadn’t slept since he walked out of Xander’s. Buffy was kneeling next to him, trying to talk to him, getting increasingly frustrated as the vampire stayed silent.

“God damn it Spike, TALK TO ME!” She yelled, slamming a fist onto the back of the chaise. He did turn to look at her then, his eyes red rimmed, and angry.

“What do you want to talk about, pet?” He asked, his voice deceptively mild.

“Spike, don’t play stupid.” She said with annoyance, the words bordering on pleading.

“M’not. Seems to me, you two don’t need to talk to me. Got everything worked out and just take off to do what the bloody hell you want to do.”

“Spike, man. We couldn’t wait. We had to move then.” Xander said, taking a step further into the room. He stopped when he got pinned with those eyes. The pain in them was thick; the fear at what he could have lost written all over his face.

“You couldn’t wait five fucking minutes? Take off your shirt, boy.” He snarled. Xander hesitated briefly before complying, wincing when he strained his sore rib. A black bruise ran along the left side of his t, tt, the edges just starting to turn yellow. “Now, you.” He turned hard eyes to his mate. Understanding filtered across her features as she did what he asked. He reached out with a finger and traced it around the circular scar, a grim reminder of where the demons horn had torn through her flesh. “Now, tell me again why you couldn’t have waited five minutes longer?”

“Spike, I’m the Slayer. This is my duty. And Xander was with me. . .” wor words stopped abruptly when she suddenly found herself hauled off her feet, with a very angry vampire in her face. His gold eyes flashed with barely contained violence, the fingers around her arms like steel.

“Xander isn’t your mate. I AM.” He roared, the sound causing both human’s to flinch. Buffy raised a shaky hand and ran it over his ridges, thankful when they smoothed away with her touch. He seemed to deflate before her eyes, and she was set back on her feet. He rested his forehead against hers, and took a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, risking a gentle kiss against his mouth.

“What if you hadn’t just been hurt? What if you’d been killed? I saw you die once, Buffy. I can’t live through that again.” Xander watched the blonde pair, his chest tightening with the force of emotion between them. He suddenly felt like an intruder, and he started to pull his shirt back on. For the first time since their little ‘thing’ started, he didn’t feel like he belonged. “Where are you going? This is about you, too.”

“No, no it isn’t. You two are the couple, I’m just the third wheel.” Xander started to walk out the bedroom door, not expecting the feel of the cold hand at the back of his neck, or the force at which he was slammed against the wall.

“Bullocks.” Spike said, crushing his mouth against the human’s. The brunetten’t n’t have time to react, he just held on as the vampire’s tongue invaded his mouth, the taste of whiskey and cigarettes flooding his senses and making him dizzy. He was soon kissing him back, feeling for the world like he was being claimed, even though he knew it wasn’t possible. Spike pulled back, and pinned him with his hot gaze. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, assuring that Xander wouldn’t be able to get away. “You are both mine.” Spike snarled, waiting a beat to make sure it sunk in, before letting him go.

Xander stared after the blonde as he stalked back over to Buffy, who was sitting on the chaise, looking guilty. The implications of what Spike had said bounced around his brain, making his breath quicken and his heart race. He almost missed the blonde’s next words, he was so stunned.

“Now, what should we do to make sure that this never happens again?” He asked, kneeling down in front of Buffy. She stared deep into his eyes, and raised a hand to his cheek. He let his eyes drift closed at her soft, gentle touch, but he wasn’t ready to let go of his anger yet.

A panic he hadn’t felt since Prague had hit him when Giles had told him that they’d gone to that damn demon’s lair alone. All he could think of was what would he do if they were hurt, or worse. Bufas tas the love of his unlife, and he hadn’t realized how important Xander had become, until he’d been forced to think of the possibility of him no longer living. Buffy was the Slayer, but Xander was just a normal human. Strong yes, but still fragile.

He opened his eyes again, when he felt her hand fall away, and watched her as she skirted around him to walk to the closet. Both men looked on curiously while she opened the door, revealing its contents. Xander’s eyes widened in shock at the heavy paddle hanging on the back of the door, right along side several small whips, a few shackles, and some padded handcuffs. Not to mention a couple of other things that he wouldn’t have been able to put a name to for anything.

Spike tilted his head to the side, feeling the lust surge through him when she chose two pairs of shackles with long chains, and the leather backed paddle. He glanced over at Xander and nearly chuckled at the look of owl eyed surprise on his face. A growl erupted from him, when he pictured the brunette with shackles on his wrists, held up in a standing position from the ring Spike had drilled into the ceiling, gloriously naked and painfully hard. Xander’s eyes shot to his at the sound; and the human visibly gulped at the wanton look on his face. Fear warred with arousal inside of him, as he started to imagine the things that could be done with the instruments in the closet. He didn’t know what Buffy had in mind exactly, and he wasn’t too sure he wanted any part of it.

Both males’ attention went back to the blonde woman, when the sound of metal hitting the floor exploded in the room. She stood in front of Spike, her eyes locked with his while she removed the rest of her clothes, and stood naked before him. Then, she kneeled down and picked up a set of the shackles, and walked over to the chaise. She set about looping the chains firmly around the legs, then crawled up onto it, and draped her upper half across the high back. Her ass swayed seductively in the air, each perfect globe begging to be touched, in Spike’s opinion. He hissed when he heard the snap of the shackles being closed around her wrists, and his cock surged to life at what she was offering. She turned to look at him then, her hazel eyes remorseful for scaring him. Arousal lurked behind that, telling him that she really wanted to do this.

“Punish me.” She said, tossing her hair off her shoulder, and spreading her legs a bit in offering. The vampire’s eyes drifted closed for a minute, so he could collect himself, then he picked up the paddle and tested its weight in his hand. In all the time they had been together, they had never done this. Well, not exactly. He’d spanked her, but never with anything but his hand. She had been tied up, but with silk scarves. He’d never crossed the line she’d set, waiting, hoping, that she would be the one to take it further. The day she’d discovered his little collection, had actually been the first time he HAD spanked her. She’d brought the scarves the next time, and let him tie her up. Each little inch she gave, had been leading up to this, and now, because of his anger at her, and the fear of losing her he’d had, she was giving herself to him. Fully. His love for her seemed to expand, and he knew, the day she left this earth, never to come back, he would take a walk in the sun.

Xander felt his mouth go dry at the sight of the Slayer, bound on the chaise, waiting for her demon to punish her. He looked over at Spike when the vampire rose fluidly to his feet, the paddle gripped tightly in his fist. He watched as the blonde ran a loving hand over Buffy’s backside, his fingers playing along the line between the globes and sliding down to her slit. Her groan had the brunette hardening, anticipation making him pant.

“You’re sure?” Spike’s voice was rough with want, but his movements were slow as he pumped one, then two fingers deep into her dripping channel.

“Yes.” She breathed without hesitation, forcing herself to stay still, and not succumb to the pleasure he was gi her her with just these few touches.

“Don’t hesitate to tell me stop, luv.” He told her, pulling his hand away. She nodded once, trying not to tense in expectation of the pain that was coming. With her final consent, Spike’s demeanor changed. Gone was the gentle lover, and in his place was the hard, cold mask of the demon. He never vamped, but Xander could tell the difference. Fear slashed through him once more, and he found himself wanting to make a hasty retreat. Spike mhavehave sensed it, because he turned his impenetrable blue eyes on him. An evil sneer curled his lip before turned away, prepared to spring should the human man try to leave.

With a suddenness that surprised the two humans, Spike pulled his arm back and let loose with a quick succession of blows to her behind, turning the flesh to a rosy pink. Buffy bit back her cry of pain and dropped her head to the chaise, squeezing her eyes shut. She was quivering, and sweat had broken out after the first strike, the pain making her skin sing. Spike paused and studied his handy work, before letting loose another one. The crack of the paddle against her sensitive flesh echoed loudly in the room, sending a bolt of arousal through the vampire. Another swat turned her skin bright red, almost glowing in the dim light.

He turned to look at Xander then, before letting one go across the back of her thighs. That finally forced a hoarse cry from the woman, the sound a cross between pained and lustful. Spike took a deep breath, and nearly purred at the scent of human arousal. And it wasn’t all Buffy’s. He laid the paddle across her back, then slid a cool hand over her heated bottom. Her sigh of pleasure turned into a hiss of pain when he let loose with a dozen or so slaps with his hand.

“Stay still. That paddle falls. . .” He left the sentence dangling, allowing her imagination to do the work. She nodded, trying to keep herself still. Satisfied, he turned to the brunette and picked up the other set of shackles. Xander watched him advance, wanting desperately to bolt but feeling pinned by the lust filled eyes regarding him. “Strip.” Spike said when he reached him, the look on his face daring Xander to disobey. With shaking fingers, he did so, not really understanding why he was still there, and not half way home. This wasn’t his sort of thing. He didn’t THINK it was, anyway. He had never even thought about anything like this. But, he couldn’t deny the erection that sprang free when he undid his jeans, or the pleasure that lanced through him at Spike’s desire for him. For them.

Once he was naked, Spike clamped one end of the restraint around one wrist, waiting to see what the man’s reaction would be. When Xander didn’t protest, the vampire tugged him over to the chaise, and stepped on the end, to loop the chain through the ring, leaving it loose so as not to inflame the man’s injury, then jumped down to clasp the other manacle to the other wrist. Again, he paused. No comment again from the human. Spike looked up at him, seeing the fear, lust, and. . .trust? Smirking, tampiampire turned away and walked over to the nightstand to pick up his pack of cigarettes and sparked one before walking over to the closet. He felt the humans’ eyes on him, could smell the enticing aroma of their bodies. Neither said a word, waiting for him to do what he would. That thought thrilled him to know end. They trusted him, allowing themselves to be vulnerable. Games were one thing; this was the ultimate expression of trust.

Spike smoked casually while he looked into the closet. He didn’t want to pull out anything too outrageous, since they were both humans. He glanced over at them once, to make sure that the paddle was still on the Slayer’s back, and found himself momentarily struck dumb at the beauty of them. Buffy’s behind was gloriously red, her healing having kicked in and already fading some of the color. Her skin was damp from her sweating, and her cunt was slick with her dew. Xander was stretched out towards the ceiling; his work-honed body lit sensuously by the light from the lone candle Spike had lit. His thick, rigid cock angled proudly against his firm stomach, the slit oozing precum.

Forgetting about the closet, Spike crossed back to them, grabbed the paddle off of Buffy’s back, and then circled Xander. The brunette tensed in anticipation of pain, only to hiss in surprise at the feather light touch of fingers across his back.

“Not yet.” Spike hissed in his ear, and then traced his tongue along the shell. A shudder racked through the man; and he leaned back in search of the touch. Spike chuckled and stepped away, then picked up the end of the chaise and swung it around, surprising Buffy enough to squeal. She suddenly found herself face to face with Xander’s erection, and swallowed heavily when her mouth watered. Spike’s hand wrapped around the turgid length, causing Xander’s hips to thrust forward, seeking friction. Instead of obliging, the vampire positioned the head at the Slayer’s mouth, smearing her lips with the salty clear fluid weeping from the tip.

She looked up at her mate, making sure it was all right before she took Xander into her mouth. As soon as Spike nodded his ascent, she sucked the cock greedily into her lips. The human man’s moan of pleasure was cut short by the crack of the paddle across his ass. He thrust forward to escape it, pushing himself into her mouth. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, each pass of Spike’s paddle against his flesh sent the contradictory sensory reactions coursing over him. On the final hit, Xander shot into Buffy’s eager mouth, his body trembling from the overload.

Spike walked around the pair, watching as Buffy licked the brunette’s softening cock clean. His own erection painful at the sight of her pink tongue lovingly running over the human, and he decided it was time to lose his jeans. Two pairs of eyes landed on him while he stripped, their attention rapt as he ran a hand over his shaft.

Desire curled in Buffy’s belly at the sight of her mate, stroking himself. She wanted him inside of her, slamming hard against her abused bottom and making her scream. She wanted him to take her, make her beg, make her promise things she’d never agree to if she were in her right mind. Her body ached from her ever growing desiher her thighs were slick with her juices. Her heart was slamming against her chest and her breath coming in pants. She wanted to fuck and suck until she forgot who she was.

She glanced over at Xander and was pleased to see that he was just as affected by the sight of the vampire as she. Mere minutes after she was licking the remnants of his semen off her lips, and he was already hard again. She wanted them both inside of her, stretching, filling, cumming. She whimpered with need, and reached out to try to capture the Xander’s erection. The chain didn’t give, and her fingers barely brushed the velvety skin. He jerked towards her, his eyes never leaving the vampire.

Spike watched in mild amusement as Buffy tried to reach the pulsating cock in front of her. He walked slowly towards them, his hand moving leisurely over his flesh, trying to decide what to do next. He wanted both of them, to be buried so deep that nobody would ever be able to fill them that way again. He wanted to feel them both, and absorb their warmth into him. Several different scenarios played out in his mind, until he turned hot blue eyes onto the brunette. Xander was staring at him with such a look of want, that it nearly stunned him. A scarred eyebrow arched, and he raked his gaze over the man.

“Buffy, luv.”

“Hm.” She replied, still intent on trying to reach Xander’s erection.

“You want me to let you up?” He asked casually, walking over to put out his cigarette, then returning to the chaise. She hadn’t answered yet, and she yelped when he slapped her ass again. “Asked you a question.” He growled. For some reason, he found himself tiring of this game. He wanted them on the bed, in a mass of tangled limbs, not caring who was fucking or being fucked.

“No. I. . .want. . .you. . .inside.” She managed, wriggling her ass when she felt him kneeling behind her. “Please. Pleasepleaseplease.” She chanted. She nearly sobbed when she felt him move and walk away. She craned her head to see where he was going, looking puzzled when he released Xander. He caught the brunette before he slumped to the floor, then guiding him to sit next to Buffy. Spike then leaned over her and undid the shackles, flinging them to the floor. He then walked over to the bed and sprawled back, watching them both and waiting.

“Spike?” Xander’s voice was hoarse and full of curiosity. Spike merely smiled and crooked his finger at the both of them. They stood and walked over to the bed; albeit, Buffy had to lean on Xander for support.

“Think I should take pity on her?” He said, taking her hand, and helping her onto the bed. Buffy clung to him, desperate for release. She rubbed her aching nipples against his arm, and groaned. “Well, boy?” Xander nodded slowly, his cock hardening further as he looked at the two blondes. “Looks like you want a taste yourself.” Spike said knowingly, while he slid a hand down Buffy’s body to bury his fingers in her heat. She bucked against him, nearly cumming the second his fingers penetrated her folds. Long shudders raced over her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Spike gently kissed her hair and face, waiting until she calmed to speak.

“Better?” She nodded, then scrambled on top of him.

“I want you inside of me, Spike. Please.” He gave her a wolfish grin, and motioned for the brunette to sit down. He then crossed his arms behind his head, and handed himself over to her whim. Gleefully, she impaled herself on his rigid shaft, sighing in ecstasy as he slid into her hot depths. Spike’s eyes rolled back into his head at the feel of her heat enveloping him. He let her set a fast rhythm, rising to meet her with each thrust. Her head fell back, and her hair cascaded like a waterfall down to tickle his thighs.

Xander watched, transfixed as they moved together. His eyes caught with Spike’s and he moved towards them when the vampire reached out. He laid down on his side, his cock in range of the blonde’s hand, and groaned when he felt the cool fingers surround him. He scooted closer at Spike’s urging, his hand shooting out to rest on the back of the peroxided tresses when those lips closed around him.

Spike greedily suckedder der in, setting the pace that Buffy had. She looked down and watched as her friends cock moved in and out of her mate’s mouth, the sight sending her careening over the edge with a scream. Her inner muscles clamped tight around the vampire’s shaft, making him growl against Xander’s. Soon, they were all moving in a frenzy, as their orgasms crashed and burned through them. Spike and Xander came at the same time, the blonde eagerly swallowing each stream of cum as it pulsed in his throat, his own cock shooting deep into Buffy’s womb. They collapsed into a tired tangle of body parts, hands touching any skin they came in contact with.

Buffy leaned up after a minute, and kissed Spike slowly, her tongue sliding over and caressing his.

“I’m sorry.” She said when she pulled back, a soft smile on her kiss swollen lips.

“I know, kitten. Just don’t do it again. A’right? I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” He replied, grabbing Xander as he tried to slide away. “You either, whelp.” He added affectionately.

“Well, don’t I just feel loved?” The human man said gruffly.

“You should.” Buffy shot back. Xander cracked open an eye and found himself staring at her knee, and pushed himself up on an elbow. “You know, Spike. If anything happens to me, you’ll still have Xander.” She said quietly, tracing a nail over his chest. The skin under her rumbled with his growl, and she had to struggle to breathe when his arms banded around her waist.

“Not if you two keep running off together to get killed.” He replied, fighting the images that threatened to overtake his mind. “Don’t want to talk about it.”

“Spike, we should. I don’t want to think about what you’ll do after I’m.” Spike cut her off by sitting up suddenly and dumping her off of him. He stalked out of the room, without another word, his body tense. “Dammit, Spike.” Tears slid down her cheeks and she punched the mattress.

“Hey, can’t blame him, can you?” Xander asked. “He loves you so much.”

“I love him too, but, we all know I’m not destined for this world long. Hell, if it wasn’t for Willospelspell, I wouldn’t BE here. Not that I’m complaining, but. . .I’m living on borrowed time, and I don’t want him to be alone, or to do something stupid. Will you, be here for him when that happens?” Xander flopped back on the bed, and rolled her question over in his mind.

“Yeah.” He answered after a minute. He looked over at her with a smile, and sighed. “I think I’m pretty much ruined for anybody else but you two, at this point, anyway.” She gave a soft laugh, and leaned over to kiss him.

“Thank you.”

“Are we done with the death talk?” Spike asked from the doorway. He was watching the humans, his humans, through guarded eyes.

“Yes, baby. We’re done.” She felt better, knowing that Xander would be there, afterwards. She hoped that it would be enough for Spike.

“Good, cause I’m in the mood for a little fresh meat.” They both stared at him quizzically, until he started to advance on the bed, his eyes riveted to the long form of Xander.

“Why do I feel like a virgin tied to an altar for sacrificing?” The brunette asked, looking at Buffy, who could only manage a shrug.

“Ah, perfect word, virgin.” That little sentence screamed just what Spike had in mind, and Xander didn’t know whether to be petrified or thrilled. His dick didn’t seem to be having the same problem, though. It sprang to life at the harsh words, sitting up and saying ‘Hey’ to this new experience.

Spike rounded the bed until he was at the man’s feet, then started to slowly crawl up his body.

“Go sit at the head of the bed, luv.” He told Buffy, not turning to look at her. She did so, propping herself up on pillows for the show. She loved to watch them together, and had secretly wondered when Spike was going to get around to this, or when he’d let Xander do it to him. Now, as she made herself comfortable, it seemed it was going to happen. Even though the brunette looked like he was going to run at any second.

Spike kissed and licked his way up the warm masculine body beneath him, nipping and sucking on the flesh like it was an ‘all you can eat’ buffet. Apprehension and arousal swam in Xander’s veins, making him want to arch into, and run away from the vampire at the same time. He was nervous about this, more nervous than he had been the first time he kissed Spike and realized he liked it. More nervous than that first night, and he waited out in the hall for ten minutes, before knocking.

He hissed when Spike bit lightly into one of his nipples, and then laved the nub with his tongue. The blonde’s cold, silky shaft slid along his thigh, then bumped against his own throbbing cock, making it jump. Soon, Spike was lying fully on top of him, his lips nuzzling the scar left tha that night in the cemetery. It never fully healed over, since Spike was continually slicing it open. Xander complained half-heartedly, asking how the hell was he supposed to explain it. The blonde had merely shrugged and lapped at the blood he’d raised.

“I won’t hurt you.” He whispered against the warm throat under his lips. “I need you, Xander. I need to take you, to make you mine.”

“B-but, I thought that vampire’s couldn’t have more than one mate.” The human managed to get out.

“We can’t, not in that sense anyway. Buffy is the vampire equivalent of my wife. You, you will be both of ours. Never alone again, right pet?”

“Right.” Buffy agreed, smiling.

“But, how can you make me yours, I don’t understand.” Spike bit gently into the scar, the slight pain making Xander’s blood scream.

“Just by cumming in you will mark you as mine. Even if it’s only the three of us that know. You’re mine. Buffy’s mine. I’m a pretty greedy bloke.” Xander snorted at that, the sound bordering on hysteria. Spike’s hands hadn’t been idle while he talked, sliding and molding the flesh they encountered until the brunette was writhing beneath him.

“Will this mean, t-that you belong to me, too?” Spike pulled back and looked at him then, and saw with clarity the little boy inside Xander that had always been alone. A lifetime full of abuse and neglect had made him insecure, needing to belong somewhere, and it shone bright in his eyes.

“We all belong to each other. All three of us. Together ‘til the bitter end.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on Xander’s mouth, deepening it at the human’s urging. Tears slid from Buffy’s eyes anew at their conversation, and she thought that finally, things would be okay.

“Okay.” Xander said when the kiss broke.

“Buffy, hand me that tube.” She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube, uncapped it, then reached over and gave it to Spike. The vampire pushed up to a kneeling position, and squeezed some into his hand. Xander watched with growing excitement as one pale hand slicked over the blonde’s shaft, getting him ready. He was surprised, when instead of preparing to enter him, Spike leaned over and took him into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head, then sliding him fully into his mouth. Not that he was complaining, since the feel of the vre dre deep throating him was mind blowing, but Xander had thought he was going to get fucked, not sucked.

He thrust up into the cool mouth surrounding him, his hands clutching at the bedspread with desperate fingers. He hissed in a desperate gulp of air when he felt Spike cup his balls and rolled them almost lovingly in his hand. That hand then slipped down the sinew at the base of his sac, until one slick finger teased the tight, puckered opening of his anus. His hips surged up when he felt that pushed of that slick finger in his body, the lube slicked digit working it’s way inside. He groaned at the feeling of being penetrated, and was soon thrusting in earnest.

Spike let Xander’s cock slip from his lips as he inserted another finger, moving them around to loosen the muscle, and get him ready. The brunette kept thrusting, missing the blowjob, but loving the feeling of Spike’s fingers. When a third one slipped in, Xander’s eyes snapped open and a cry of pleasure was ripped from him.

“Nonono, please.” he begged incoherently when Spike’s hand slipped away. Those pleas changed to a gasp when he felt the slick head of the vampire’s shaft slide between his cheeks.

“Relax, X Spi Spike said when he felt the man beneath him instinctively tense. He leaned down and kissed him slowly, waiting until every muscle was languid, before starting to push. He kept his entry slow, pausing to let the man get used to the feel, before proceeding. The tight heat surrounding him had Spike’s eyes rolling behind his eyelids, and it was all he could do not to pound Xander into the mattress. He broke the kiss when he was all the way in, gasping in rugged breaths, and trembling with his struggle contcontrol. Xander wasn’t doing much better.

Spike was so cold, he felt like he was being impaled oe, be, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it was the best damn thing he’d ever felt, next to sinking into Buffy. Or having Spike give him a blowjob, or Buffy for that matter. Screw it, he thought. These two were just the people he was obviously destined to be with, because nobody made him feel the way they did. A year ago, hell, a month ago, he’d have punched tirstirst person that had told him that he’d find himself the emotional property of the Slayer and her vampire. Now, he didn’t care. There was nowhere else he’d rather be.

After a minute, Spike opened his eyes and stared down into the burning depths of Xander’s. The brunette thrust up, groaning at the friction that small action caused. That was all the invitation Spike needed. He pulled out, then pushed back in, relishing the feel of the tight heat around him, the eagerness in which Xander responded, and the scent of his mate’s arousal. Everything floated together to form a heady mix, one that snapped his control. With a snarl, he buried his face in Xander’s neck, gripped the brunette’s hips, and started to pound into him, encouraged by the grunts and groans coming from the man.

“Oh god.” Xander gasped, meeting Spike’s rhythm with no problems. He didn’t know what exactly Spike was hitting so deep inside, but it was sending shockwaves through his body, a pleasure so fierce he thought he might die from it. Hands slid over flesh, lips coursed over skin, bodies glided together. Each sensation sent them tumbling faster, climbing higher, soaring into oblivion. With a roar, Spike slammed home a final time, shooting his cold seed deep into Xander’s body. The icy splash inside sent the brunette careening over the edge, the pinprick feel of fangs in his neck makhim him explode. Thick, warm streams of semen spilled between them, mingling with the sweat that coated them both. Spike collapsed on top of the human, still buried in his heat.

“Oh, wow.” Buffy said after a minute, her own breathing ragged, and all she had done was watch. Spike chuckled and lazily raised his head to look at herhe whe was still sitting at the head of the bed, her knees tucked up to her chest, her breasts heaving with each breath. Her eyes were glazed with a look of wild arousal, and she seemed ready to tackle them both.

Xander was dazed, his mind in a hazy quagmire. This was the first time since they’d started this little. . .group, that he totally felt a part of it. He was where he belonged. For the first time ever, he felt like he finally belonged. These two, wonderful creatures were his, and he was theirs. He was home.

He managed to muster enough energy to wrap an arm around the vampire, gently brushing his fingers through the soft, white tresses at the back of his neck. He reached his other hand out to Buffy, pulling her to them when she scrambled to grab it. When she was nestled close, Spike threw his arm around her, and completed the circle.

“I think I’m jealous.” Buffy said with a giggle. Both men angled their heads to look at her, wry smiles on their faces. They then exchanged a glance, and quicker than either thought they were able to move at the time, they had her pinned between them, each worshiping one side of her body.

She writhed and twisted, fingers fisting in hair, and their names tumbling from her lips. She lost track of who was touching her where, and just closed her eyes and felt. Wet tongues and rough fingers glided over her skin, making her quake. Teeth ed ned nipples, lips slid over flesh making her dizzy with sensation. When two tongues slid between her folds, she took off like a rocket, screaming her release for the whole world to hear. She slumped tiredly on the bed, her body pliant when Spike picked her up.

She felt Xander’s finger’s sliding into her nether hole, slicking her up to enter her. She groaned loud when he pushed inside, and nearly fainted when Spike did the same. She gripped her mate’s shoulders for support, and let her head loll back onto Xander’s shoulder, and let them take her to the edge again. She’d never felt so filled,compcomplete than in this moment, and she wanted it to last forever.

Their bodies slid easily together, their rhythm instinctual. She bounced between them, incoherently murmuring her love, feeling that any second she was going to die from the exquisite feelings they were giving her.

She opened her eyes to see Spike and Xander kissing, and leaned over to join in. Growls, moans, and cries filled the air as they raced towards climax, needing release, but never wanting this to end either. Spike slammed up hard into her, his face morphing as he came. His fangs slid effortlessly into his mark, the pain sending her over. The feel of Buffy’s muscles clenching around him, and Spike’s cock pulsing against his through the thin membrane separating them pushed Xander over as well. He cried both their names and buried his lips in her shoulder, biting hard with his blunt, human teeth.

“Oh GOD!” Buffy screamed as another climax tore through her, ripping through the one already in progress. In that moment, when the rest of the world melted away, and there was nothing other than feeling, she knew, just as Xander had, that these men belonged to her, and she didn’t give a shit what anybody thought of it.

They crumpled bonelessly to the bed in a heap of twitching nerve endings. Spike’s purr combined the rapid tattoo of the human’s hearts. The vampire remembered a time, when a similar situation, with a pair of brunette vampire’s, had been all he’d ever wanted. He called himself every kind of fool for ever thinking that those two could ever make him happy. This was happy. This warmth surrounding him, making him feel, for the first time in his long life, like he belonged. The love of his life snuggled against his chest, and a man that he could love almost as much on the other side of her.

Unlife certainly didn’t get any better than this.

END

AN: And so ends my little soiree into slash/threesome. Hope it was enjoyable, and maybe I’ll be inspired to do another one. Maybe with a plot next time. :) Lisa