The Witch, The Warrior, and the Vampire

Chapter Four
The Art of Observation

Spike pulled out of Xander. Anya moaned in frustration; as he slid his body on top of Xander’s finally touching skin to skin, she let out a long shuddering breath. Buffy watched in fascination, not really understanding what was happening when Spike rolled to the side and drew one leg up. More words that she couldn’t hear over the beat of the music and suddenly Spike was astride Xander lowering himself onto him. Anya grabbed hold of Buffy’s knee and squeezed hard, while her other hand pressed against her mouth muffling a jagged scream.

Both the vampires’ heads flew back in bliss and Buffy found herself reaching foya’sya’s thigh and squeezing it tight. She muffled her own cry when Spike set a brutal, punishing pace. Buffy let go of Anya’s thigh. She had no control over her actions, she had to touch herself. That was the most erotic, carnal, mesmerizing sight she’d ever seen. She could feel her hand through her leather pants, lightly rubbing her clit. When Spike leaned forward and drank from Xander, Buffy squeezed herself hard and moaned softly.

Her moan hung heavily in the air; the vampires pressed their ridged foreheads together and as one turned towards the sound. Lust-laden amber eyes stared at the two women, nostrils flared as the vampires inhaled deeply and caught the distinct smell of Slayer come. A growl erupted from Xander’s chest as Spike extended an arm toward the women. Buffy, seeming to realize herself, leapt to her feet and bolted up the stairs.

~*~

He appreciated the beauty of what had been on the TV screen in front of him, and managed several orgasms of his own while watching the display. But he still shook his head in disgust and disappointment. Had he really not done a better job with Spike than that? Had he taught the boy nothing? It was whips, chains, and brutal beatings that made a fledgling obey you. Not sweet words and, Angelus shuddered, making love. He’d lost his erection when Spike had taken Xander in. That was obscene. And did Spike really expect sweet, innocent, little Buffy to fly into his arms after that display of faggotry? Angelus tsked to himself. It was past time he went to Sunnydale and took Xander into his own hands. He would bleed so pretty, and beg so nicely, turned with a virgin-ass no doubt. He tucked himself away and went to pack a suitcase. He’d be in Sunnydale shortly after nightfall.

~*~

Buffy raced upstairs, out of breath and deeply embarrassedt wat wasn’t far enough away; she could still feel the vampires and demon in her basement. She ran up the other staircase to the second floor and locked herself in the bathroom. She was shaking from desire, and appalled at herself for being turned on enough to get off watching the performance. She stripped off her clothing, frantic to remove the smell of sex, blood, and vampire. Buffy brushed her teeth while she waited for the shower to get hot enough to wash the events of the nifromfrom her skin.

When the mirror began to fog she spat out the toothpaste, climbed in the shower and let the scalding water beat down on her face. Her skin was tinged a soft shade of pink before she started her cleansing ritual. First her hair had to be lathered until the strands squeaked. Once rinsede ofe of lather, she coated her hair in her Instant Moisture Daily Hair Treatment conditioner. As she let the conditioner take effect, Buffy picked up the shower puff and the closest bottle of bath gel. She squeezed far too much on the sponge and began furiously soaping herself. She hummed a little ditty, tried to remember the words to a song, any song, anything to keep the visuals from what had just happened from flashing through her brain.

Nice girls did not get off watching vampires fuck, not just vampires, boy vampires. They didn’t. And a good Slayer would have killed everyone in the room, instead of getting all hot and bothered, and rubbing against the demon girl beside her. What was wrong with her? Had she really come back wrong? What would Giles think if he knew? Or, oh god. Her mother. Had her mother been watching her precious little girl have kinky, depraved non-sex with a room full of demons, from heaven? Tears of shame squeezed out of Buffy’s eyes against her will. She was not going to cry because she was a Kinky Ho. Her mind whirled wildly as she tried vainly to wrap it around the events of the evening.

Her life used to be simple, black and white, the way she liked it. Demons, bad. Vampires, bad. Slayers, good. The oldest battle in the book, Good vs. Evil, and yet somehow nothing that she had learned, nothing Giles had taught her, nothing that she’d ever known had prepared her for the gray area encroaching on her life. A gray area that nothing fit into. She fought in her mind to return the lines, to ore ore the balance, to fade away from the gray back to the white where no middle ground existed.

No matter how hard she scrubbed herself or tried to deny it, the fact of the matter remained, Buffy Anne Summers the Vampire Slayer was a great big kinky ho. Apparently there was nothing she could do about it. Vampires ger her hot, and not just one. And if tonight was anything to go on, not just two. It was three, or hell, maybe it was all of them. Definitely not something the Chosen One should be reveling in.

Buffy shaved her legs quickly, not worrying about cuts; maybe it all all demons who got her hot. ‘Cause if she was honest with herself, practically cuddling in the chair with Anya had made her horny too. Demons and vampires, male and female, got the Slayer off. Not how she should be. Not how she should be at all.

She let out a scream of frustration and disgust and began shaving the other leg.

~*~

Spike rolled off of Xander and sat on the edge of the bed, knees on his elbows, rubbing his face with his hands. Xander followed his sire and plastered himself against Spike’s back, tracing invisible patterns with his tongue on Spike’s shoulder blade. Anya knelt in front of Spike and squeezed his forearms tightly. “I’m sorry Spike, I did everything I could.”

“S’ok, kitten. Just her coming down here was more than I expected. She is what she is.” Spike chucked his knuckles under Anya’s chin. “Thanks for trying to help.” He sighed deeply and pressed back into Xander’s embrace. “She’s upstairs right now, washing it all away. Problem is she enjoyed herself too much.”

“Spike?” Xander nuzzled into the back of Spike’s neck.

“Yeah?”

“Would it be alright if I went up and talked to her?”

Spike turned enough to catch Xander’s eyes. “Think it’d do any good?”

Xander shrugged. “It wouldn’t hurt.”

“Go on then, don’t get yourself staked.” Spike fumbled for his cigarettes, found them, lit one and lay down. Xander was halfway up the steps when Spike called out, “If you’re trying to avoid a staking, might want to put some clothes on, mate.”

If blushing were an option, Xander would have been beet red. “Oops.”

~*~

She was clean, and her body was scrubbed within an inch of her life, but Buffy still refused to get out of the shower. If she was going to face up to being a great big kinky ho, she’d do it in the shower, alone, where no one else would know. Buffy cupped her breasts and let the memory of the night take her back to the beginning:

She hadn’t known what to expect when the sex started. She’d mostly believed Xander would be chained, beaten and whipped, forced to beg until he was bloody. It was, after all, what Darla had done to the fledgling in the book they’d read. When Spike requested music, she figured it was to drown out the screams of agony. But no matter what she had imagined, the look on Xander’s face just didn’t add up; he was… content, happy, even if he was ned ned to the wall. Anya quickly settled beside her and Buffy’s attention was suddenly split between the demon beside her and the vampires on the bed.

Anya gasped when Spike took Xander into his mouth. Buffy looked at her and knew from her reaction this wasn’t something that happened often. She couldn’t her her eyes on Anya though; she had to see Spike with his mouth around a man’s cock. She knew it was wrong to enjoy the view, and yet she grew damp watching him. It was obvious they were both enjoying the experience. As was Anya, the demon beside her was tense, complete and total attention on the vampires. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes completely dilated.

Buffy tweaked both of her nipples, then let one hand follow the curve of her waist and hip, and raked her fingers through her pubic hair. She tugged on it gently before she reached further down and cupped herself.

When Spike deep-throated Xander, Anya let out a tiny moan and Buffy shifted closer to her. The rhythm and movements Spike used were different from what she did. Usually she just bobbed her head up downdown, using her tongue occasionally until he warned her it was time, then she’d pull back, sit up and look away while he came. It shamed her watching Spike lavish his whole attention on Xander; she should have tried harder, let loose her inhibitions. Xander certainly looked happier with his dick in his sire’s mouth than Spike ever had when her mouth was on him. Buffy took notes of Spike’s technique and vowed if she ever got the opportunity again to do a better job.

Spike slithered down Xander’s body, wriggling and thrusting against the sheets trying to get some friction going for himself as he licked Xander’s anus. Buffy’s nose wrinkled up in disgust. That was… nasty. She immediately recalled a time when he’d tried to do that to her. She’d literally kicked him in the head and run out, screaming for him to stay away from her. Spike said something to Xander and continued his work. Smiling as the boy shuddered around him. Anya leaned forward, her knees clutched even tighter to her chest, as if she didn’t want to miss a single minute.

Buffy tugged the hair on her outer lips before circling her clit with her thumb while teasing her slit with her index and middle finger. Her other hand was switching back and forth between her breasts, tweaking the nipples roughly.

She studied her feelings; why was her brain saying one thing and her body obviously saying another? Her body was moving in time with the action on the bed, straining towards what was happening, wanting it for herself, desperately jealous. But her brain kept up a running dialogue of yuck, and nasty, and wrong, and evil. Then Xander screamed in ecstasy, and Buffy’s brain shut down and her body took over.

For the second time that night, Xander settled down beside the bathroom door and awaited the person having the snit on the other side to come out. All he could hear was the sound of the water pounding down in the shower and the exhaust fan. His nose however detected the distinct aroma of Slayer arousal over all the shower products.

She watched in rapt fascination as Spike switched back and forth between rimming and sucking. Her panties were growing wetter and she wrig sli slightly trying to ease the discomfort she felt. She leaned fully against Anya as Spike slammed into Xander for the first time.

Buffy abandoned her breast as she rapidly worked three fingers in and out of her pussy, hips canting to the rhythm Spike was using in her fantasy. She propped one foot on the ledge of the shower and brought her other hand behind her and began circling her other opening with one finger.

She felt those ose bumps rise on both of their arms. She took a deep breath toady ady herself, regain an ounce of distance from what was going on around her, but Anya cuddled into her side and as the warmth of the woman leached into Buffy, her body took over again.

Spike set up a brutal rhythm, and Buffy lost herself in the picture. They were so wild and completely free, manacles or not, neither of them were holding anything from the other. She rested her temple against Anya’s shoulder, and shifted some more in the chair. She just couldn’t get comfortable. Then Spike murmured something else to Xander and suddenly he was talking, words so hot and dirty she blushed from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. Spike talked like that to her, when she let him. God, this was so hot.

She worked her thumb furiously against her clit while her fingers curled against her g-spot, and worked in and out of her slick pussy. She tapped her anus with one finger repeatedly. The memory had taken over her and she was teetering on the edge. With one last shift of her hips, the tip of her index finger slid inside her puckered opening and Buffy let out a hoarse shout as she came. She held both hands under the shower spray and waited for knees to quit shaking. Buffy wasn’t finished, she wanted, no she needed to come again. She turned the knob so the water flowed out of the spiggot, lay down on her back, drew her knees to her chest and let the water spray her pussy.

She shifted her hips back and forth under the water, letting it hit her clit for a few seconds and then d ind inside her. She walked the edge of orgasm, closed eyes watched Spike and Xander, remembered the heat of Anya’s skin against hers. Buffy played with her nipples with one hand, made a fist with the other, shoved it in her mouth while she screamed out another orgasm.

She let her knees fall wide and the water wash all trace of her orgasms away, finally she was relaxed enough to leave the bathroom and go to sleep. Or possibly face the vampire, obviously not Spike, waiting patiently outside the door.