Breaking a Slayer

Breaking a Slayer

Chapter 37

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

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Rating: NC-17.



Buffy curled into the embrace of her undead lover. Despite the haze of sleep in which she awakened, she knew several things. One. She was safe. She could feel it with every fiber of her being, despite the twanging of the Slayer sense caused by the close, no, *intimate,* proximity of a vampire.

Two. She was warm. That, despite being encased in cold arms. Hence the safety. Cold equaled Angel equaled safe equaled warm. Buffy wondered idly when that equation had surpassed seeming paradox to become truth. When had it become more real to her than anything Einstein or Euclid could have written? (God knows, nothing they'd written had mattered to her at all in high school!) That didn't matter. Nor that she hadn't even remembered their names back then. It was so. More fundamental than gravity. More meaningful than life. It simply was.

Three. She was loved. Loved despite pain inflicted and received; despite mistakes made and forgiven, despite deep-seated fears on both sides. She knew that Angel loved her more than life…more than unlife…more than death. That fact, above all else, governed his continued existence; controlled his actions; determined his behavior. He would act, and react according to that basic fact and that alone. Other factors came into play, certainly. But the bedrock upon whichel bel based his existence was Buffy. She had finally come to realize that this was so. Far from freeing her, the knowledge tied her down in ways she could never have imagined. To be another's sole and soul reason for existing; to be that other's redemption in a very real and definitive sense was a crushing responsibility.

But Buffy handled crushing responsibility daily. She had since she was 15. She was, in fact, Called to do so. So she turned, with a loving smile, to her undead lover and kissed him with a sweetness made all the more poignant for its very discernment; its frisson and needful brevity. She cuddled into his powerful frame knowing full well how little time they had left before he must leave her yet again. Knowing that she must watch him walk away…again. And knowing that for him, as well as for her, that the choice was made far before they ever reached it today.

*

Spike stood in the doorway and gazed at the lovers entwined before him. Jealousy threatened to overwhelm him, calling his demon to the fore with violent hatred for the very ones who he longed to join. He was damned if he didn't wonder who he envied more. Buffy was as enticing to him as always. Her tiny frame called to him to take her, to try to dominate her, to thrust himself deeply within her and take/be taken by her, master/be mastered by her until he was consumed within the conflagration of her headeptdepths once and for all.

But Angel…ah, his sire was magnificent. His sleepily rampant body was a wonder of raw male power. Spike longed to submit to the force of that ever dominant personality at the same time that he wanted to force Angel to bow before him just this once. The clashing desires warred within him, tossing him into a maelstrom of contradictory longings that could never truly be satisfied.

He stalked slowly into the room, unbuttoning his jeans and stripping them from him abruptly, intent on forcing his sire to bow before him in the sight of their mate; or conversely, tempting their mao boo bow to him before his sire. But it was not to be, at least, not this time. Angel glanced up at him from under hooded eyes and growled as Spike approached and the Childe within him responded automatically, bowing before the Sire and creeping forward more hesitantly than before.

Angel growled, low and guttural in his throat and Spike replied with a growl of his own. Buffy moaned, sleepily in response as their growls twinged somehow in the twin scars on her neck. She reached a tentative hand up to the newer scar that Spike had left, but before she could reach it, he was there.

Spike laved his Mark with ferocious intensity, feeling the bond to Buffy pulse with every beat of her powerful heart. He sucked lightly at the scar and felt her heat beat faster beneath him. The power, *Gods and Giants!* he swore, only then realizing he hadn't spoken aloud. The power of that predator's heart within her! It pounded beneath his tongue as if it would burst its bounds and flood him with blood in an instant. He couldn't resist its call. His fangs dropped, aching with need and longing for his mate and he thrust them deep into her neck with a sigh of desire.

*

Angel had never felt this way before. The Mark he had left on Buffy's neck had been made more by Angelus than by him. He'd been too far gone to the poison of Faith's arrow to control the demon inside him at that point. And Angelus had always wanted Buffy. Unable to have her, he'd chosen to destroy the world instead. Given the chance to taste and Mark her, Angelus had done so in an instant, changing Angel's world forever.

Buffy had no idea, to this day, what had happened that afternoon. Angel had been appalled at the consequences of the action of his demon when he'd realized what he'd done. After he'd rushed Buffy to hospital and been rejected…again…by her friends, he'd returned alone to the mansion, to ponder the egregious wrong he'd inflicted upon the woman he loved more than unlife itself.

A Mark was infinitely more than ownership. A Mark tied a vampire and human together in ways that were intrinsically powerfully, yet varied as uniquely as each love varied from person to person. Angel would never have presumed to Mark Buffy (though he'd longed to do so from that first kiss, when his demon had surfaced and he'd tried and failed to hide his face, his true face, from her).

He longed, more than anything, to abandon himself to this moment. He was caught in his own mind as he imagined what it would be like…if he only could…for a minute…let go…

*Angel woke in a haze, unsure of where he was. Safe. He was safe, He knew, with a certainty that was rock solid. Warm. He was warm in tiny arms that surrounded him. Ah, yes. Buffy. He was with Buffy. He smiled and snuggled into her, nestling even closer to the tiny, hot form that threatened to burn him to ash. He groaned in response to her sensual movement and she wriggled again, rolling her hips seductively against his hardness.

With a growl, Angel flipped her to her stomach, pressing against her in one dominant thrust. He grasped her neck with teeth that couldn't seem to form, shifting with sharp pricks of pain between blunt and biting with each of his unnecessary pants. He struggled to control himself, a losing battle with her so warm and wanton beneath him. His cock pressed desperately against the warm wet depths calling to him and for his unlife, he couldn't think of a good reason not to enter. He began pressing urgently forward into his mate and she rocked her hips back into him, helpless in a haze of just-wakened passion.

Angel growled with longing and pressed further into the inferno of heated wetness from which he'd been banned for so long. He felt the head of his cock slide into her achingly tight opening and groaned in pleasure as the sensation threatened to unmoor his soul from its bearings once again. She was heat and wet, she was a molten bed of lust and love tangled together in a tiny powerful body that he could never, ever get enough of.

Suddenly, without warning, he was tackled from the side, ripped from his mate and rolled off the bed to tumble in a tangle of white flesh to the floor. He struggled, but Spike rolled with him, pinning the larger vampire beneath him with sheer fury. "Have you lost your bloomin' mind? D'you want to kill us all again, Sire? Just give me the heads up an' I'll get the fucking stakes myself," he snarled.*

*Gods, even in my dreams he takes her away from me! Yes,* Angel thought, ruefully. *That's exactly what would happen. Either Spike would have to save your ass…*again,* or you'd condemn us all to hell because you can't keep the damn thing in your pants for more than five minutes at a time around Buffy. Better far that you leave her. She'll understand why. If I stay, this can only result in destruction. Angelus wants her, I want her. It's only a matter of time until I give in. Hell, I want to give in now. It might almost be worth it. Maybe if she would just sleep with Angelus…NO! What am I thinking? No! That would be wrong. Besides, I'd be gone anyway, right? Very, very wrong. Bad Angel!*

Then he looked up, awakening to the scene before him. Spike was sucking tenderly on Buffy's neck and his mate, gods, she was writhing beneath him. His hand was on her, fingers working in her streaming pussy as she rode it, shuddering in ecstasyhe phe plundered her wantonly. Angel growled low in his throat at the sight, unsure whether he wanted to beat Spike for daring to touch Buffy so intimately or fuck him for looking so delectable while he did it. *She* certainly didn't seem to be objecting, he noted jealously. *She* was moaning his childe's name as she came, again.

Buffy couldn't believe the sensations Spike was wringing from her body with his fangs and fingers. He'd barely taken any blood at all from her, she didn't feel weak in the slightest, no, she felt…amazing! Shudders of pleasure shook her slight body from head to toe as Spike scissored his fingers deep inside her, stroking the muscular walls of her cunt as she spasmed around him uncontrollably. Suddenly, his cool mouth was joined on the other side of her neck by the unmistakable touch of Angel's. He sank his fangs into her heated skin gently, the slight pain of the sharp teeth almost instantly transmuting to pleasure with her nearly instantaneous orgasm.

Angel sipped at her slowly, timing his sucking with Buffy's bursts of pleasure. He could taste each wave as it rippled through her tiny body and the delight flavored her blood like ambrosia. Angelus had loved to flavor his blood with pleasure and pain, preferably together, and it had been so very long since Angel had savored the taste of blood spiced with such a delicate yet powerful bouquet as Buffy's pleasure. He rolled each sip across his tongue like the connoisseur that he was, delighting in the amazing taste of each drop. He and Spike were both moaning their own pleasure now, as Buffy's blood and the bonds between them pushed them closer to their own climaxes.

Without a word, Spike laved the tiny holes of his clo closed, then pulled his hand from the Slayer's pussy and leaned ove eat eat her, pushing her legs as far apart as he could with hands still shaking from the pleasure of her blood. He lapped at her downy cunt, growling with delight at the scent and touch of her before burying his head between her legs.

Buffy shrieked at the twined sensations of cool mouths sucking her. Angel still lapped at her neck, pulling in long slow sucks from her throat while Spike, GOD! Spike was eating her cunt as if she was his last meal on earth and he was determined to pay it proper respect. Angel toyed with her breasts, twisting and tugging on her nipples until she moaned in pleasurable pain, unable to tell if it hurt because it just felt so damn good.

Spike was finger fucking her again while he fluttered his tongue (god, his tongue!) across her clit with infinitesimal movements that seemed to barely touch down, yet excited every nerve ending there. He pushed another finger into her sopping cunt, was that four now? and she pushed down against him, riding his hand as if it were his cock, grasping it with her powerful muscles as she came against him. He groaned and thrust his hand up against her, moving his fingers in time with his thrusts.

Spike couldn't believe the strength of Buffy's hips as she clutched him when she came. Damn near broke his bloody hand, she did! He wanted to fist her. He folded his thumb against his palm and waited for her to push herself down on him again. As she did, he sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling on it and fluttering it with his tongue in the way that she seemed to like so much while he pushed gently upward with his hand. Her cunt ate him up like she was gonna swallow him whole, the tight hot depths sucking him into the inferno within.

Buffy screamed as Spike sucked her and she felt him moving inside her with more fingers than ever before. It felt…amazing. He stopped moving when she screamed, apparently afraid that he'd hurt her and she rocked against him, trying to get him to move again. That was when she realized that he had his whole hand inside her. Then she got afraid.

Angel could feel her tense up and, looking down, realized the cause. He also knew that she hadn't tensed before, so it wasn't that Spike had hurt her. He grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her, hard, plundering her mouth with his cool tongue, drawing her own into his mouth until she was gasping for air and completely unable to think about anything other than how good she felt.

Spike began lapping gently at Buffy's clit, which was now hiding back under its hood. As he licked softly at the tiny hidden bundle of nerves, he began twisting his hand ever so slightly back and forth. He didn't move it in or out yet, simply twisted slightly to tease the muscular walls surrounding it. He stroked those walls with his long, sensitive fingers, searching out every bit of feeling that he could coax from Buffy as he began sucking ever so slightly on the clit that was now peaking from under the hood.

Buffy couldn't believe the sensations that were rocking her body as Spike continued his carnal assault on her senses. She'd known that her lovers had centuries of sexual experience but it had never truly occurred to her what exactly that meant before now. *This…this is…extreme…but, ooooh, um, ah…what was I thinking?*

Spike was now moving and turning his hand, still completely within Buffy's body, but pulling down to the mouth of her cunt so his hand stimulated all of the nerve endings at the opening before moving back in where the Slayer muscles were concentrated. She was quivering in what appeared to almost be convulsions, moaning and sighing and pleading with him incoherently for more. The power he felt from hearing her plead with him, HIM, for her pleasure was heady indeed. Spike leaned over and sucked her fully engorged clit into his mouth as he moved his hand in her faster now, fisting it while he twisted and turned it as he forced her into orgasm after orgasm with his fangs and tongue on her blood-filled clit. She exploded in waves and he rode her with his mouth, fucking her with his hand and sinking his fangs into her. He drank her pleasure until she passed out from coming so hard…then he finally withdrew his slender hand from her wet, heated depths.

Angel was on him in the heartbeat that neither of them had, pining the smaller vampire to the bed below him. Angel ravaged Spike's mouth with brutal kisses, muttering guttural endearments to his childe before grabbing the hand with which he'd fucked Buffy and lapping up her juices. Spike moaned at the sight of Angel's hungry mouth and golden eyes as his sire hungrily enveloped his hand in his cool mouth, sucking each finger clean with sensual pulls of his powerful jaws. Angel kissed the palm of Spike's hand until the younger vampire squirmed under him, then laughed sensually and rolled to the side, pulling Spike with him.

Angel forced Spike's head down to his cock and Spike enveloped him in one quick motion, sucking his sire obediently into his cool mouth. He lapped at the precum dripping copiously from the velvety tip of Angel's huge cock, dipping his tongue into the hole there and teasing his sire until he was cuffed for his insolence. Angel flipped him abruptly and entered him with one brutal thrust coated with only the moisture from his own mouth. Spike didn't even mind, he was so hot and ready from fisting the Slayer. He arched back into his sire's cock, growling as Angel reached around him to caress his deste, te, aching dick. They ground together violently, the tenderness they occasionally demonstrated to each other now absent in the uncontrollable lust of their demons for each other and their mate.

The blood they'd taken from her was so powerful, so overwhelming, and so full of pleasure that their own orgasms were more than tripled in power. They convulsed for what seemed like hours in each other…Angel buried deep within his childe and Spike buried in Angel's tight fist. When finally their petit morte passed, they, too, dropped like stones, all three mates plunged once again into unconsciousness by the passion they had all shared.

To be continued...