Breaking a Slayer

Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 34

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

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Rating: NC-17.

The shower had been nothing but a ploy to get Buffy away from her undead lovers. She was surprised, actually, that Spike hadn't called her on it, since he'd only just extricated her from her bath. He was clearly too flustered by Angel's attentions to remember that Buffy had bathed less than an hour earlier. Buffy closed the door to her room and climbed onto her capacious bed.

Her real reason for escaping from them was more serious than trying to clean her body. Buffy knew, with everything in her, that Angel needed to leave again. He'd spent far too much time taking care of her already. Cleaning up her messes, babysitting the wounded little girl. It was past time she grew a backbone and let him go back to his life. He had a mission…a purpose that was far more important than taking care of her. Buffy knew that he'd never tell her so, but she could sense his growing agitation through their bond. She was sure that she was the cause of it. Buffy could just feel it.

She sensed an equal disturbance from Spike, though it was amorphous and difficult for her to pin down. She'd grown used to the bond with Angel and it had become another sense, much like her enhanced Slayer sense. She knew things that he was feeling without his saying a word. With Spike, though, her senses were confused. She couldn't tell if the problem was that she was confused about what he was feeling or if she was actually feeling his confusion. Whatever the truth, the fact remained that until they discovered more about the people who had implanted the chip in his head, he was in grave danger in Sunnydale.

Buffy accepted that for the moment anyway, Spike's ties to Angel and to her would keep him from feeding on innocents. But she doubted that anyone else would find that particularly convincing. Without any way to explain her inner certainty that Spike was changing, Buffy felt it would be best for him to go with Angel. But, god, how would she make it without them? She curled into her pillow and shook with the effort of not crying. She had to be strong, damn it. Had to think about others for a change instead of being so selfish.

Willow and Xander were back. Giles was back. She had everything she needed…right? Far more than she deserved, anyway. Other Slayers functioned quite well with no back up at all. She was being childish and inconsiderate. With them to back her up, she could jump right back into slaying and things would be fine. *And if I tell myself that enough times, maybe I'll start to believe it,* she thought.

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The pizza arrived and Angel paid for it, standing away from the door so as not to encounter the harsh rays of the deadly sun. The delivery boy didn't ask why they were ordering pizza at 6 in the morning and Angel didn't volunteer any information. Once the boy had left, Angel motioned to Spike to follow and climbed the stairs to Buffy's room. He knocked, then opened the door to her chamber.

Buffy was curled on the bed and gave them both a warm smile as they entered. *God, she is sunshine, pure and simple,* Angel thought as he brought her pizza to the bed. Placing it carefully on the bedside table, he opened the top and extricated a piece. "Sit up a bit, beloved," he said with a half-smile as he leaned toward her with the pizza.

Buffy complied and Angel teased her lips with the tip of the pizza, brushing it across her mouth with a gentle motion, then pulling it away before she could bite into it. "Ah, ah, ah," he said, "what's the magic word?"

Buffy stared into his eyes for a moment and Angel could have sworn that the rest of the world just disappeared. eyeseyes had never seemed more green. They sparkled like gems, drawing him toward her despite his intent. Buffy opened her mouth and licked her lips, still gazing into his eyes. She formed her mouth into a pout, licked her lips again until they glistened in the light of the lamp and drawled, "Please, Angel?" She drew out each phoneme, and his heart would have skipped a beat, had it one to skip, at the way she caressed his name with the husky timbre of her voice.

Buffy leaned toward him and took a slow, sensual bite from the end of the pizza slice, chewing slowly and trapping his eyes with her own the entire time. Angel panted for unnecessary breath as he watched her swallow. How could she even make swallowing look erotic, for god's sake?

Spike chuckled at the Slayer's performance and leaned forward to close Angel's gaping mouth with an audible snap. "At this rate, Sire, poor Slayer will starve to death and the pizza will rot away. Whyn't you let me take over, eh, Peaches?" He elbowed Angel to one side, grabbing the remainder of the slice from him and pulling Angel's now-greasy hand up to his mouth. Spike sucked his sire's fingers into his mouth one by one, cleaning them of salt and oil from the pizza, then turned and fed Buffy another bite. Thankfully, she didn't tease him. *Well, of course, bloke. Not like it's you she really wants, after all, William. She saves that stuff for Angelus.*

Buffy made quick work of the entire pizza, guzzling down two glasses of water with it. She finished by sucking Spike's fingers into her mouth in much the same way he'd done to Angel. She was unprepared for his reaction.

Spike moaned as she sucked each fingertip, his arousal growing with unbelievable force. He couldn't hold back any longer. His jealousy over Buffy's earlier teasing of Angel made him react to her with even more passion than usual. He leapt to cover her small body with his own and kissed her. It wasn't a gentle kiss. Not his usual enticement, nor even his tender teasing.

Spike ate at her mouth as if he was trying to devour her. Buffy moaned as his fangs dropped, sharp tips scraping her lips and tongue. Her hands went to his now-ridged brow and stroked the bony features. Spike growled into her mouth and kissed her harder yet. Buffy gasped for air but was immediately captured again by Spike's rapacious mouth. She stroked his sensitive fangs with her tongue and he growled again, hands ripping at her shirt to bare her breasts to his golden gaze.

Buffy moaned as Spike lowered his face to her chest. He laved one rose-tipped peak with his rough tongue, pulling and tugging at the nipple until Buffy was begging. "Please, oh, god, please, Spike. Suck them…please?"

Spike complied and Buffy arched into his cool mouth. Suddenly her other breast was covered by a second cold, wet, tongue and she opened her eyes to look down into Angel's brown-gold gaze. He stared up at her as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his eyes caught mid-shift between their normal color and their vampiric hue. The sight of one blond head and one dark lapping and sucking at her aching nipples was more than Buffy could stand. The moment Angel slid one large hand down to cup her sex through her jeans, Buffy exploded into waves of pleasure…pleasure Angel intensified with his skilled hand, applying pressure, then removing it until Buffy ground herself against him in supplication.

Angel acquiesced, moving down to remove her jeans, pressing gentle kisses to her taut stomach as he unzipped and opened them. He kissed his way further down, lapping at her skin as if he could eat her whole. He slid the jeans slowly from Buffy's legs, then kissed his way back up to her cunt. Angel pressed his mouth against the damp fabric of her sensible white cotton underwear and blew puffs of cool, wet air through the cloth, teasing and soothing at the same time.

Spike had captured the nipple that Angel had left with his hand, stroking and pulling as he gnawed at the other one. He balanced Buffy on the knife edge between pleasure and pain, nipping at her aching breast with sharp biting kisses until she moaned in anguished pleasure. He twisted the other nipple in his talented fingers, rolling it and digging his black-painted fingernails into the fleshy point until Buffy shrieked.

At the sound of his mate's pleasure, Angel pulled the last scrap of clothing from her body and dove between her legs. He forced them wide apart with his broad shoulders and Buffy was totally exposed to his waiting gaze. Angel relished the sight for a moment, before leaning over to lap delicately at her moist center.

If this was the last night he was to have with her until his return, Angel was determined to make it one she'd be unable to forget. He sucked the downy hair on her mound until it glistened, teasingly refusing to move deeper, though she thrashed beneath him in supplication. Pushing her legs even further apart, until they strained against his shoulders, Angel spoke to his panting mate. "I love to hold you like this, Beloved. You're so open, so wanton this way, begging for my touch, my tongue, anything to satisfy your longing. If I could, I would tie you like this, with your legs so open that they ached. Your pussy looks so needy, Buffy. It's begging for me. Do you want me?" His voice had deepened with every word until the final sentence was more of a growl than anything.

Spike shuddered in reaction. Angelus had teased and taunted him in that same tone and he could feel the darker aspects of his sire climbing to the surface. Buffy was clearly helpless before this barely known aspect of her mate. She writhed and moaned in need, answering Angel despite herself. "Yes, Angel, please. I need you. Please…please."

"Will," Angel growled, "go to my chamber and get the ropes. You know where they are." Spike leapt to obey, hurrying back with the long, magically strengthened silken ropes clutched in his hands. Walking into Buffy's bedroom, he was transfixed by the sight before him. Without restraints of any kind, Angel had pinned Buffy to the mattress. Her arms were stretched out above her head, muscles straining and quivering as if they were already bound. Angel had one huge hand on each of her thighs and was pushing them apart until Buffy's wet sex was fully exposed to his dark gaze.

Spike offered the ropes and Angel tied Buffy to the four posts of the bed, pulling at her legs until she groaned in painful pleasure. Satisfied that his expertly tied knots would hold, Angel turned his gaze upon his childe. Spike shuddered in reaction.

Angel drew him away from the bed for a moment to speak in hushed tones. "Will, you must kme ime in control, do you understand? I should be all right, knowing that I have to leave her tonight, but still, if I look too…happy, you have to stop it. Can you do that for me, Most-Favored Childe?" His dark eyes flashed to gold for a moment, then back as he gazed deeply into his childe's eyes. Spike nodded, reluctantly accepting his role as safety.

Angel turned and moved to the bed with one lithe motion, stripping his clothing away as he moved. He knelt between Buffy's impossibly splayed legs and put his hands on her thighs. She moaned as even that tiny bit of sensation summoned a new trickle of moisture from her exposed cunt. Angel crouched and bit at her sensitive inner thighs, tracing celtic patterns ever higher with his cold, wet tongue.

Buffy groaned and tried to thrust her aching mound toward him without success. The ropes were too well tied. She would have to wait for his pleasure.

Angel stroked cool fingers over the skin he had just wet, smiling at his own power when Buffy sighed with need. His fingers moved to her wet, dark curls and he tugged at them, watching her pink, exposed clit pulse with blood. He could almost taste it, surging there at his command, and suddenly the need to bite, to feed overwhelmed him. His fangs dropped, aching to sink deep in the tender flesh before him. He snarled, unwilling to hurry things, but caught up in his own desperate feelings for the tiny woman before him.

Abruptly, Angel thrust one finger into Buffy's streaming cunt, smiling with pleasure when she screamed. He added a second finger and scissored them back and forth as he plunged them deeper into her hot little body. She would burn his hand away, he thought, she was a volcano, a furnace, the surface of the sun. He folded a third finger into the other two and began fucking his mate with them, moving in slow sure strokes that forced her to raise her hips to meet him. He studiously ignored her clit, which must be desperate for attention, and thought about adding a fourth finger. Angelus had adored fisting his childer and victims until they screamed in pain/pleasure and Angel wanted desperately to be able to do the same. But Buffy was too tiny, too innocent of the darker aspects of his sexuality for him to truly let go with her (or so he thought). Besides, tonight was about her, not him. Not time to be selfish.

Instead, Angel continued fucking Buffy with only three fingers and leaned over to trace her clit with his tongue. Buffy screamed at the touch to her aching clit, and came just from that touch, spasming around his fingers as he sucked gently. Angel pulled back and moved his hand from her cunt. As he was raising it to suck her juices off, Spike grabbed his wrist and brought it to his own mouth instead. His deep blue eyes met Angel's as Spike sucked each long finger deep into his mouth. The contrast between Buffy's heat and Spike's cool mouth was exquisite and Angel moaned in renewed lust as he watched his childe devour his mate's essence.

Though he hated to admit it, Angel knew that he couldn't take Buffy tonight. Much as he longed to bury his cold shaft in her warm body, the moment would be too much, too good and the pleasure would be their undoing. Holding to this last bit of sanity with all his might, Angel instead pulled Spike's head down to his aching cock and slapped it against his childe's lips. Spike opened obediently, sucking the entire length into his talented mouth before drawling back to tease the velvety tip. Angel thrust back in, bumping the back of Spike's throat with each movement, then withdrew abruptly and turned his childe toward his mate.

Angel guided Spike's thick cock into Buffy's wet cunt, teasing both of them by dipping the head in and then pulling it back out. Buffy writhed in need below them and Spike strained against his sire's hand, desperately trying to get in.

At last, Angel alloit, it, releasing Spike to thrust fully into the bound Slayer. They both groaned at the sight of Buffy arching to meet each thrust despite her bonds. Angel could stand it no longer and moved behind Spike to take his childe with all the ferocity and need that filled his aching body. He thrust home in one violent motion, making Spike scream beneath him as his slender body was crushed against the Slayer.

She thrust upward to meet each punishing stab and Spike was hard pressed to control his reaction. He leaned over her to suck one pink-tipped breast into his mouth, growling against her as her tight, wet sheath rippled around him. Angel was fucking his ass with long, hard strokes, each one grinding against the younger vampire's prostate with unbelievable sensation. Spike knew he was going to spill and latched even harder onto the Slayer's breast, tormenting the nipple until she screamed under him.

Buffy shrieked in pain that balanced precariously with pleasure as Spike sank one fang into her hardened nipple, tearing into it and sucking the blood that welled up. The piercing threw Buffy over into heady ecstasy, and she pulled Spike right along with her. Angel sank his fangs into his childe's neck in a dominant display, spilling his cold seed into his childe with long shuddering thrusts. Spike's slayer-enhanced blood filled his mouth, each taste like ambrosia to the dark vampire.

They fell apart and Spike and Angel untied Buffy's limbs, tenderly kissing the marks of the silken ropes before curling protectively around her tiny body and pressing soft kisses to her swollen lips. The three sank into deep slumber together as the sun moved inexorably through the sky towards the twilight that would herald their parting.

To be continued…