Believe In Me

Her mates did not expect to find a naked as the day she was born Buffy greeting them when the joined her in the living room.

Both of them just stopped and stared. Buffy rolled her eyes thinking, typical men no matter if they have a demon nature or not. Come to think of it, didn’t even mortal men have a little demon in them?

“So,” she said slowly, nibbling on her nail innocently and then trailing her finger down between the valley of her breasts. “Do you guys want to play a game?”

Both were watching her finger intently. “Uh, like what?” Spike asked, gulping.

“How about . . . tag? You’re both it.” And she started running.

She laughed in delight when she heard her vampires finally begin their chase.

“No game face!” she shouted, “That’s cheating!”

“Aw, come on Buffy,” Angel whined.

“Pet, be reasonable,” Spike joined in.

Firmly, she said “No. You have enough enhanced abilities without the game face.” And she dashed up the stairs, listening closely to where they might be.

When she reached the top of the stairs, Spike was coming down one end of the hall and Angel down the other. She squealed in delight and ran back from whence she came.

She was halfway down the stairs when the sky opened up and a loud clap of thunder clapped loudly outside, and the lights blinked out. She nearly jumped out of her skin as lightening flashed and another loud clap sounded. It was so loud it sounded as if it were directly over them. The rain pelted against the windows so hard she thought they’d break.

“Buffy?” Spike called through the darkness. “Come here, luv.”

“I’m fine, Spike,” she called back to him. “I’m at the bottom of the stairs.”

“Here,” Angel was by her side the next instant, causing her to jump at his sudden proximity. He wrapped what felt like an afghan around her naked form.

“Thanks. So much for our game. Not so much fun when two certain vampires can see better in the dark than I can.”

“This has been an odd night, don’t you agree Angel?” Spike said, coming up next to her.

“Sure has,” Angel drawled.

Buffy used her senses and the beams of lightening to find her way to the sliding glass doors that led to the porch. She gazed out at the raging ocean and the angry rain pelting the glass. A streak of lightening bolted across the sky and she jumped at the sight just as thunder boomed loudly.

Spike and Angel joined her and silently they watched the storm rage. After a few minutes she felt the afghan being pulled from her body, sliding down her shoulders, tickling her skin its wake. She looked to her side to see Spike grinning at her in the dark, his beautiful face clear in the flashes of light flickering outside.

Stepping closer to her, he gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply, his hand taking roaming rights and caressing her softly. When his hands cupped her breasts in his hands and he flicked his thumbs across her nipples, she moaned at the sensation.

Soon, she felt Angel behind her, his erection pressing through his pants and into her back as he nuzzled her neck. She could also feel he’d rid himself of his shirt. Her head fell back and he kissed and nibbled along her collar bone as Spike brought his mouth to her breasts and suckled her.

Reaching between them, Buffy reached out and grabbed hold of Spike’s pants, undoing them quickly and slipping her hand inside to caress his hardness. He groaned and sucked harder on her nipples and she gasped at the sensation.

Angel snaked his hand around her, sliding across her waist and into her nest of curls. Buffy moaned aloud softly, her eyes shutting from the sensations her mates were producing within her. She felt like a storm herself, gathering energy and ready to go off with an explosion. Finding her pleasure button, Angel stroked and massaged and then just as she was about to find her release he retracted his magic fingers. eeling bold, she grasped hold of them and brought them to her mouth, sucking them dry which elicited a groan of pleasure from both Spike and Angel.

"I need. . . "Angel started and pushed her gently on the back.

Instinctively, she pushed Spike from her, holding onto his erection and bent at the waist. She heard Angel undo his pants and take them off, seeing them out of the corner of her eye being discarded on the floor. He slid into her from behind, filling her at the same time Buffy engulfed Spike's cock into her mouth.

"Christ," Spike breathed, a shudder going through his body. Buffy smiled and sucked harder as Angel started going faster and harder. The sounds of the storm raging outside was fading slowly, but the three paid no heed, so lost were they to the sensations of touching and loving one another.

Angel let go with a grunt and gasp of Buffy's name. Her own orgasm took her by surprise as she felt him coat her walls with his dead, cold seed. Angel rode out his orgasm and pulled out of her, panting even though he had no need of it. Standing, Buffy nearly tackled Spike, wrapping her arms around him and pushing him back to the kitchen table where he sprawled out and she climbed on. Mounting him, she began to ride him hard, seeking release again from her other mate. She could feel Angel behind her, sweetly kissing her neck and stroking her back. Turning her head she kissed him voraciously.

Harder and faster she went and soon, she found her release, coming all around Spike in a rush of orgasmic bliss. She howled to the heavens as did Spike, coming in a gush inside of her. Spike engulfed her in his arms, holding onto her, telling her how much he loved her in an endless litany of love and praise. Climbing off him on shaky limbs, she stood before Angel who was smiling softly at her, almost shyly.

She smiled, wondering what he was thinking. Starting toward him, the lights flickered on and she opened her mouth to break the silence that had been woven with the power outage and found Angel recoiling from her, a stricken look on his face.

“Angel?” she asked, coming toward him, reaching for him.

“What do you want?” he asked on a ragged whisper.

“Angel, what’s wrong?” Buffy asked, still moving toward him.

“Leave here!” Angel shouted and backhanded Buffy, sending her flying halfway across the room.

“Buffy!” she heard Spike shout. In a daze, she looked up at Angel, feeling tears prick her eyes. What had happened? Why had he done that? One look up at his face told her that he hadn’t realized what he’d done, that he was full of remorse.

“Goddammit Angel. What the fuck did you do that for?” Spike shouted at Angel as he helped Buffy up.

“She...she...” Angel stammered, shaking his head.

“Angel...what is it?” Buffy asked softly, putting a hand over the spot Angel had hit, feeling the warmth tingle on her skin. That was going to leave a mark.

He shook his head, “I’m sorry, Buffy. God, I’m so sorry.”

“Can you tell me what it is, Angel? Can you tell me what’s going on?” Buffy asked him while Spike rushed to get ice from the freezer.

Angel’s eyes filled with tears and he shook his head. “My head is playing tricks on me. You looked like...you looked like Darla for a minute.”

Buffy’s eyes widened. “Darla? Your sire? Isn’t she dead?”

Angel kept silent.

“Angel?”

“Yes, yes, she is.”

Something about the way he answered too quickly unnerved Buffy. “Then why would you—“

“The dead are out to play tricks on me,” Angel whispered cryptically. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“I know you would never hurt me intentionally, Angel.”

Handing her a make shift ice pack, Spike glared at Angel. “Bloody going to tell us it’s still nothing that’s bothering you?”

“I told you!” Angel shouted.

“Spike—“ Buffy started.

“No, he hityou Buffy!” Spike shouted.

“And he didn’t mean it!” Buffy exclaimed. “Can we – can we just stop? Flipping out is not going to solve—“

The phone ringing effectively stopped her from finishing her speech. Angel, being the closest to it, picked it up off the counter. “Hello? Oh, hey Giles. I’m glad you called. Yes, let me look that up for you.”

“Angel?” Buffy asked in a small voice. She loved Giles just as much as Angel did, but she really wanted to get to the bottom of why Angel thought he saw Darla in her place.

But Angel was gone, padding down the hall in his naked glory, chatting in hushed tones to Giles.

Sighing heavily, Buffy pressed the ice pack to her cheek and looked up at Spike. “So, can you tell me what you know about Darla?”