Breaking a Slayer

Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 33

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

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Rating: NC-17.

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Angel strode into the mansion as the first hints of dawn were creeping over the hills and recoiled abruptly at the stench emanating from the kitchen. He raced inside, fearing havoc, chaos, gods only knew what. He found utter depravity and debasement.

Spike was touching his pans.

Spike was worse than touching his unbelievably expensive, chef-quality pans. Spike had dirtied every last one of them with unmentionable foulness. "What do you think you are doing, CHILDE?" Angel bellowed, waving his hand back and forth to part the sickening miasma that billowed to and fro in the smoky kitchen as he strode inside.

"I'm bloody well cooking for the Slayer, that's what I'm doin, you ponce. What does it look like I'm doin?" Spike growled as he hastened to use the last clean and sparkling lid to douse the flames erupting from his latest attempt at dinner for Buffy.

"It looks like you're ruining my very expensive pans. Do you know how much a single lid costs? I could have bought ten barmaids for a week for the price of one of those things. And they're crusted with…what exactly are they crusted with, Spike?" Angel inquired dangerously.

He looked around in concern for his mate and found her, rolling on the floor. He leapt to her side, concerned that she might have actually tried to eat something that Spike had cooked and was now suffering the consequences. It was far simpler than that. Buffy was choking back laughter so hard that her entire body shook with the effort. Her eyes leaked tears and her belly shook helplessly as she gurgled her amusement between gasps for air.

"(Ha, ha) he was (ha) making (he he) omelets (ha ha)" she gasped, laughing even harder. "He put (ha) the eggs in (ha he) whole!" She lost it and rolled on the floor clutching her stomach and giggling uproariously.

Angel looked up at his childe, now sulking and attempting to hid yet another burnt mess behind his slender form. Angel started to chuckle at the sight. His impassive mask slipped for a moment and he grinned, then tried to compose himself. Then laughed right out loud. Tried to calm down, then finally broke down and laughed. Deep, rich, belly laughs that filled the room with low, gruff laughter. He was so unaccustomed to it, it almost hurt, it felt so good.

Spike glanced back and forth between the two of them as if they'd gone insane. Angel was bent over, hands on his knees, laughing and snorting, gasping for unnecessary air, while Buffy remained rolling on the floor, her higher pitched giggles providing a descant to the deep rumblings of her mate. A joy he'd never felt before, living or undead, swept over Spike in that moment. Through the bonds that now tied him to these two predators of such disparate temperaments, he felt the hilarity, happiness, even…dare he think it…love that they held in their hearts for him. He gave in to the unfamiliar feelings and dropped the filthy pan into the pile in the sink and began laughing himself. It was a pure clean laughter, untinged with the sarcasm or spite that he'd felt be ate at the plights of some of his prey.

Buffy crawled across the floor to him, pulling Spike into her arms and trying without success to stifle the giggles that continued to erupt from her slender body. Spike stroked the unruly golden brown curls back from her face with tender fingers, gazing down into her hazel green eyes with a look of such utter caring that Angel stopped laughing at once. He straightened and moved to them in one lithe motion, drawing the smaller two into his strong grasp and holding them gently to his broad chest.

They stayed locked in each other's embrace for a long moment, giving and receiving love, companionship, and desire through the bonds that linked them so deeply together. At last, though, Buffy's stomach growled and the two vampires gazed down at her and laughed again as they stepped apart.

"'Tis a dreadful sound, indeed, Childe," Angel laughed to Spike. "I can see where it may ha frightened ye into burning a dish or twain, but how is it ye managed to befoul me whole lot o them, eh?"

Buffy looked confused at her mate's sudden lapse into the lilting tones of his native isle, but Spike recognized the reaction as one of great emotion. Perhaps he could get out of this with him skin intact with Angel in such a good mood. "You're the gourmet, Peaches. I just eat the stuff. You weren't here, I was just tryin to feed her. She looks like hell, you know." He pushed the blame off on the Slayer. After all, he was just watching over her…wasn't his fault the stupid stove was so damned hot. Not at all like coal. That took forever to heat up and had to be stoked periodically.

Buffy stuck her tongue out at him and said mutinously, "It's none of your business how I look anyway, Spikey. And I didn't ask you to cook for me. I can take care of myself. I was just going to order a pizza."

Spike leaned over and growled sensually into Buffy's neck, "Don't stick that thing out unless you're planning to use it, Pet!" He watched with delight as the Slayer blushed a deep crimson, pulling her tongue quickly back into her mouth and turning her head so she wouldn't have to meet his eyes. He captured her chin in one strong, pale hand, turning her face back toward him. He gazed into her eyes for a moment before leaning closer to brush his lips tenderly over hers.

Buffy gasped as the arousal abandoned earlier rushed back through her veins like lightening. Spike coaxed her mouth open with gentle kisses, nipping softly at her lips and flicking them with the tip of his tongue. Buffy opened for him and moaned as his cool mouth claimed hers in a passionate kiss.

Angel growled in longing at the sight of his mate and childe locked in such an embrace. He stepped behind Spike and leaned over the slighter man, pressing cool dry kisses to the nape of his neck.

Spike shuddered between his sire and (dare he even think it?) mate, all thought fading fast as he kissed one and was kissed by the other. Angel was teasing him, threading one massive hand through his bleached blond hair while the other moved lower down his back, stroking and caressing, drawing intricate designs upon the black t-shirt with an artist's touch. Spike's head lolled to one side to allow Angel better access to his sensitive neck and Angel took full advantage, moving his mouth to the carotid artery that enticed with borrowed blood.

As Angel sank sharp fangs deep into Spike's neck, his childe groaned into Buffy's mouth, pulling her into a tighter embrace and deepening their kiss until she gasped for air. His eyes closed in ecstasy, Spike was awash in sensation, sandwiched as he was between the blazing heat of the Slayer and the equally shocking cool of his sire.

Buffy grinned wickedly at him and sank to her knees before Spike could even comprehend what was happening. His jeans were yanked open by tiny hands and slender fingers cupped his straining cock. As Angel's cool mouth continued its slow sucking, Buffy's hot one enveloped him. Spike collapsed into his sire's strong arms and they sank to the floor beneath Buffy as she sucked and licked even harder, pulling groaning gasps from Spike's throat with every second. His hips thrust helplessly upward toward the heated wet of the Slayer's mouth, while Angel held him firmly in place with only his mouth tantalizing and teasing the younger vampire's sensitive neck.

Buffy's little hand reached out to pump his marble pale cock, and she twirled her tongue around the velvety head once, twice, thrice and then sucked him deep into her mouth with a quick, almost brutal motion. Spike exploded in anguished pleasure, pumping cold seed into the Slayer's waiting throat and shouting her name and his sire's over and over again.

Buffy climbed his pale body like a cat, sliding up him with sensual grace. She captured his mouth in a kiss and he tasted his cold essence on her tongue. Angel released his neck in that moment and captured his mate's mouth in a possessive, demanding kiss, tasting his childe in the heated recesses.

"Fuck me, I'll cook for you anytime if that's the reward, Slayer!" Spike growled, still overcome with the pleasure lavished upon him by the pair of them.

Buffy just smiled and quirked an eyebrow at him knowingly. "I'll starve to death before I eat your…cooking, Spike," she laughed. He'd not seen her so relaxed since…well, ever, really! Before the rape they'd been enemies, then reluctantly given up their hatred for a more controlled animosity. They'd never been close enough for her to allow him this near to her fiery emotions. Indeed, Buffy rarely let anyone see what was really going on inside. *Safer by far,* Spike thought, *for her to hold humans and monsters alike at arm's length.* Look what had happened to her the times she'd allowed someone in. Her first Watcher was dead, her first boyfriend likewise. Her first lover had killed her teacher and tormented her mercilessly until she was forced to kill him. Spike could certainly empathize with her trepidation, though he thought it unhealthy.

"Why don't you both leave the cooking to me, at least I know a burner from an oven. I swear, you two are enough to drive me crazy," Angel muttered, standing and running warm water into his precious pans and preparing to clean them up.

Buffy walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his back. "Just order me a pizza, K? I wanna go shower, then I'll eat and take a nap." She kissed his back, winked at Spike, still lying in a heap on the floor, and left the room.

Spike waited until his uncanny hearing noted the Slayer's footsteps entering her room before standing and pacing to his sire, a pensive look upon his face. "When are you gonna tell her, Sire?" he asked.

"Tell her what, Spike?"

"That we're leaving? I'm sure Ripper had a few choice words for you. Couldn't get the whole gist of it, but the feelings came through loud and clear."

"I'll tell her tonight. After she's rested a bit. He's coming at 6," Angel replied, wincing as he anticipated Buffy's reaction to the news. "Oh, Spike, she'll think I'm abandoning her all over again. But there's no way around it. I can't be here and not feed, I'll never make it for two full weeks. I'm not even sure if I should take you along. Your blood is so sweet, Will. It calls to me," he admitted with a rueful smile for his wayward childe.

Spike would have flushed if he'd been able to. Angel's surprising tenderness shocked him when it surfaced. Angelus had confined his emotions to passion and pain, not interested in the softer side. The love that Will could see in his Sire's eyes, the link with that soul, was affecting his demon in ways he'd never imagined were possible. He was starting to…feel, really feel things. And somehow, it was good. As if a light had come on in a room that was dark, shedding rich colors everywhere like a rain of renewal pouring from above. *Oi, mate, now you're composing bad poetry again, why is it that emotion makes you such a maudlin cunt anyway, William?*

Spike snarled in response, attempting to hide his bone deep reaction to his sire's words. Angel wasn't fooled however. He simply chose not to make an issue of it.

Spike leafed through the phone book until he found the 24 hour pizza house number and phoned in the extra cheese, extra pepperoni monstrosity that the Slayer was so inordinately fond of. The two vampires waited in companionable silence for the meal to arrive so they could go upstairs and feed their lover before tucking her into bed.

To be continued…