Are You Satisfied?

Buffy stretched beside Spike. She felt so good. He was watching her. “Buffy, you should go home, before he comes back.”

“Don’t want to. It’s nice being here.”

“Buffy, you don’t know what he’s capable of. You don’t understand. He isn’t going to let either one of us go now.”

Buffy frowned at him. “You’re spoiling the mood.” She got out of the bed and went over to the chair, dressing herself quickly. Spike watched every movement, he could never get enough of looking at her. “I smell pizza. Do you smell it?”

“Angelus had one sent here for you. It’s probably downstairs.”

“Good, I’m starved. You coming downstairs?”

“I think I’ll take a shower first. I’ll see you later.”

Buffy left the room. Eeew, not these creepy paintings again, she thought, as she passed them in the dark hallway. This time there was no sign of any fledglings as she made her way to the stairs.

Buffy found the pizza box on the desk in the study. She grabbed a slice and settled down on the couch, watching the fire. In spite of Spike’s warnings, she was content here. She wanted to stay awhile. She wondered when Angelus would be back.

Upstairs, Spike showered and dressed quickly. Then he went into a room down the hallway where a fledgling was happily slicing the throat of a young male teen. He held a glass to the flow of blood, filling it. He handed the glass to Spike. Spike drank it. It was nice and warm. He felt better. He knew Buffy would freak out if she saw this. He wondered how Angelus planned on keeping all the secrets in the house from her. Spike handed the glass back to the fledging for a refill.

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Angelus arrived at Xander’s place just in time to watch Riley and his soldierboys dragging Xander into an unmarked black van. Angelus smiled. This would fit in perfectly wits pls plan to break Buffy. He knew she would do anything to save Xander. He looked at Willow’s dead body in the passenger’s seat next to him. Buffy was in for a few surprises. He turned the car around and headed back toward the mansion.

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Buffy wandered into the music room. It was more of a musical instrument museum. Angel had collected tons of ancient instruments, lutes, mandolins, harps, some odd looking pieces she didn’t even know the names of. In the corner of the room sat a big old Baby Grand piano. Buffy went over to it, sitting down on the bench, and lightly stroking the ivory keys with her fingers. She didn’t know how to play, but she just liked the feel of the keys. She looked up and saw Spike standing in the doorway watching her. She smiled at him and he went to sit beside her. “I don’t know how to play,” she said.

“Let me play something for you.” He started to play something classical. It was a haunting, almost sad piece, but Buffy loved it. She loved watching him play. She was having so much fun, she didn’t hear Angelus as he entered the foyer and dumped Willow’s dead body on the floor. He instructed some fledglings to take her into one of the rooms and chain her up. “Feed her when she wakes, but keep her locked up for now. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise just yet.” The fledglings took the body and went to do his bidding. Angelus heard the piano music and he went to see who was playing.

Spike finished the song and Buffy kissed him softly, touching her tongue to his. They didn’t see Angelus lean himself against the doorway. He frowned, watching them. “Bravo, Spike. You always were one to play those sad, morbid little tunes.”

“You’re back early. Nothing interesting to kill?”

Buffy frowned at that. She didn’t like being reminded of those things, not when she was actually having fun for once. She got off the piano bench and went over to Angelus. “I missed you.” She leaned her body into his, the feel of his hard muscles sent a thrill through her. “Did you?” He asked. “Yes.” She tilted her head up to kiss him, but he pushed her away. She was confused and she backed up a step, looking at him.

Spike was watching the two of them. He knew what was coming, but he couldn’t stop Angelus. So he just sat there.

“You missed me so much, you couldn’t wait to fuck Spike. I can smell him all over you.” Angelus reached out a hand and ripped Buffy’s shirt.

“Stop it! You aren’t being fair.”

“Fair?” He laughed at her, but it was a cold laugh. Then he grabbed her shoulders and threw her down on the floor. He stood towering over her. “If I gave you a choice, which of us would you choose?”

“Why do I have to choose?” She answered him. She was getting mad now. He ruined all the fun.

“So you want both of us, then? Are you sure?”

“What if I do?”

“What if I never let you leave this place?”

“What? You can’t do that.” She started to get up off the floor and he pounced on her, crushing her with his body so she couldn’t move.

“You belong to me, Buffy. I can do anything I like with you.”

She struggled beneath him. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her through his clothes, a part of her was excited by his words and by him, but it scared her that she wanted something so evil. She continued to struggle beneath him and it only excited him even more. “Let me go!”

“You need to learn a few lessons…starting tonight.” He ripped the rest of her shirt off her. She got one of her arms free and punched him. He hit her back, hard. Then he was pulling at her pants. “No! Let me go! Stop it!”

“You said you wanted both of us. Well, you’re going to get both of us. Spike, get your clothes off and get over here.”

Spike did as he was told, knowing it was no use. If he fought Angelus, he would only get his ass kicked. Angelus was stronger than him, faster. He knew it from years of experience with his Sire.

Buffy couldn’t believe Spike wasn’t helping her. And it only made her even madder, but she couldn’t throw Angelus off of her. He had her completely naked now beneath him.

“Did your Watcher ever tell you what you’re really made of?” Angelus asked her. “You’re made from a daemon. You aren’t so different from us. It’s why you enjoy killing just as much as we do.”

Buffy stopped struggling. “You’re lying. I’m nothing like you.” But she was afraid he was telling the truth. She did feel it, when she was fighting. She knew she was different.

Spike knelt down naked beside them, waiting for Angelus to tell him what to do.

“Don’t you ever wonder why you only want to mate with daemons, Buffy?” Angelus leaned down and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She didn’t fight him, but she didn’t kiss him back. She just lay there. He wasn’t sure he liked that. It was more fun when she fought him.

Angelus rolled off of her, confident that she wouldn’t try and get away now. He started to remove his clothes. He signaled to Spike.

Buffy didn’t try to leave. Angelus had confused her. She wished she could ask Giles what she was. She wanted to know. Spike slid down on the floor, gently parted her legs and started to kiss her inner thighs, working his way up. Buffy could feel little shocks of pleasure going through her at his feathery kisses. She felt herself getting wet and she parted her legs for him more. Her heart was beating faster. Spike stopped. Vamping his face out, he dipped his head and pushed his sandpaper rough tongue into her opening. Buffy threw her head back, crying out. She started to buck her hips as he gently fucked her with his rough tongue.

Angelus finished undressing. He turned on his side, watching Spike’s blond head between Buffy’s legs. He leaned forward and captured one of her nipples with his teeth. He didn’t bite her enough to draw blood yet, just enough to cause her a pain/pleasure sensation. He pinched her other nipple with his fingers.

Buffy was going wild, she wanted both of them. She turned her head to Angelus, her eyes burning with desire. She reached her hand to his neck, urging him to kiss her. Instead, he bit harder into her nipple, drawing blood and she cried out in pain. Then in a swift move, he rolled off of her, giving Spike’s shoulder a shove. Spike moved away from her. Angelus grabbed her and positioned his body underneath her. He guided his stiff cock to her anus.

Buffy was scared then. She’d never let him do that to her before. She started to struggle and he pushed into her, ripping her delicate tissues. And she cried out in pain, feeling the wetness of her own blood surrounding his cock. Spike positioned himself back between her legs. This time he captured her clit between his lips and he started to suck on her. She was being assaulted with pain and pleasure at once. Spike reached up and slid two fingers into her, stroking her G spot and Angelus reached around her and started to pinch her nipples as he thrust himself to the hilt inside her ass. She couldn’t stop crying out, tiny cries of pleasure. Even though she was being hurt, it still felt so good. Spike withdrew his fingers and he slid up her body. He guided his hard cock to her opening and slowly pushed himself in. She was tight, he could feel Angelus’ stiff cock through the thin membrane. It only increased his pleasure and it caused his cock to glide tightly over her G spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Buffy’s body. Buffy wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist, drawing him in deeper. It also gave Angelus better access to her ass and he rammed into her harder. Spike reached between them and rubbed Buffy’s clit. He bent his head to kiss her. She kissed him back, loving the feel of his tongue. She could feel herself starting to cum. Her pussy and ass contracted around both vampire cocks sending waves of intense pleasure through both vampires. Angelus bit her neck then, not to drain her but to mark her as his own. Buffy screamed as she came, one long screamhe’dhe’d never had such an intense orgasm before. Her hips bucked wildly as both vampires fucked her harder until each was spilling his cold dead seed inside of her. The three of them lay still, neither vampire wanted to move from her warm body just yet. Buffy knew she could never go back to having sex with a human ever again. Nothing could ever compare to what she just experienced. But it scared her. She wanted to be with evil dead things. Angelus had been wrong. The Slayer part of her was telling her to kill the two of them. She was different. She wasn’t like them. Buffy was beginning to suspect she wasn’t part daemon at all. She was the opposite.

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In an upstairs room, vampire Willow opened her eyes. “Hungry,” she said. And one of the fledglings thrust a teenage girl at her. Willow sank her new fangs in and drained the struggling girl dry.