The Challenge

Summary: Buffy throws out a challenge that Xander finds he can't refuse. The consequences will change
him, and his relationship with her and a certain blonde vampire forever. Basic PWP, with a thin little P(lot).
Warning-contains mild slash. Later parts will contain more slash, and possibly some mild
BDSM. Don't read if it's not your cup of tea.

Distribution: Libidinous Desires, and here. Anywhere else, email me. jypzrose@aol.com

Disclaimer-BtVS and AtS are the property of Joss Whedon, ME and Fox. I make no money off these characters. Any original characters are mine.

Spoilers: None, not set in canon at all.

Pairing: B/S, B/X, S/X

Rating: NC-17

The Challenge

Jypzrose or Lisa


Xander moved quietly through the night, his movements sure and precise. He moved with a stealth born of
growing up on a Hellmouth, where every step could be your last. He walked with purpose, his destination
clear, if not his motives. He couldn't figure out what the hell he was doing. WHY the hell he was doing it.


He'd never been one to jump to a challenge, always trying to joke and hedge his way out of it, only rising to
the occasion when there was no other way. But, for some reason, Buffy's casually thrown dare, no,
invitation was a better word, had struck something in him, and he'd found himself saying yes. He didn't
know who was more surprised.


What had started out as the Once-a-week-Buffy-and-Xander-fight had quickly deteriorated into something
else. He'd demanded, yet again, for her to explain '"Why Spike?"' He'd waited for her to come up with the
usual, he's the only one that understands/knows/cares about all the aspects of who she was, NOT just the
parts he wanted to see.


However, that's not what she did this time. This time, she tossed that long, oft dreamed about golden hair
off her shoulder, and pinned him with glittering hazel eyes.


"This isn't about WHY it's Spike. This about WHY it isn't you." She'd said, waving off his excuses before
he even had a chance to start them. "You wanna know so bad? Then why don't you come find out?" He'd
stared at her, in complete shock, for how long he didn't know. She just stared back, her eyes locked with
his, and a smirk, that was way too reminiscent of one blonde vampire, on her face. Xander liked the think
that it was the chance to wipe that look off her face that had him shaking off his shock, and giving her a grin
that had once turned Anya to mush.


"When and where?" He'd said, satisfaction that he had indeed driven the smirk from her face, stifling any
horror he'd had at the notion of actually agreeing to watch her and that. . .that. . .thing. She'd recovered
quickly, though, and a cat like smile had spread across her face, making him shiver, and his mind blanked
out.


"His apartment, midnight." She'd answered, arching a brow at his gaped mouth expression, then turned
and walked out the door. Xander had stared after her for a long time, trying to figure out how he could get
out of it, and still save face. He knew that Spike wouldn't let him hear the end of it; and under his influence,
Buffy would also get her digs in. And then use it against him to get him to shut up about the vampire.

So, here he was, trudging through the dark at midnight, to observe the mating rituals of one Slayer and her
vampire. Could his life get any more bizarre?

~*~*~

"Do you think he'll really show, luv?" Spike asked, looking up from his feast of her breasts.


"Mmm." Buffy purred, pressing his head back down, and waiting until his tongue had started its magic on
her nipple once more before answering. "If he doesn't. . .ahh. . .he knows we'll never let him live it down.
Yeesss." Spike smiled against her skin at the tiny noises she was making while trying to speak. They
were sitting on the couch of his newly acquired one bedroom apartment, both shirtless, with her straddling
his lap. Her hair, fanned around her shoulders, tickled his cheeks every time she dipped her head to watch
him devour her breasts. The smell of her arousal wafted around him, making him dizzy. It seemed just a
shade different tonight: and he knew that it was because of the whelp's imminent arrival.

One hand cupped and caressed at the smooth skin of the breast Spike's mouth wasn't currently attached
to. His teeth and lips gently tugged and teased the hard nubbin, occasionally giving it a light bite that had
her gasping his name, and her nails digging into his shoulders.


"D'ya think he'll be able just to stand there and watch?"


"Huh, mmm." She looked down into the dark blue depths of his eyes, knowing her own were swirling with
as much desire and love as she saw in his. "Would it bother you if he couldn't?" she asked, her breath
catching at the wicked smile he flashed. His other hand slid around her waist to massage the now
neglected breast so he could talk to her. Her hips were slowly gyrating on his lap, pressing her denim clad
heat against his likewise encased erection. His eyes drifted closed briefly, before opening again and
burning even brighter than before.


"Do you want him to? Do you want him to fuck you, Buffy?" He asked, the harshness of his words softened
by the excitement in his eyes. A sharp bolt of arousal shot through her, making her grind her hips harder
against his cock, wanting friction.


"I want you to fuck me." She moaned, arching her back and pressing her breasts into his hands.


"Ah, ah, ah." Spike said, painfully squeezing her nipples. She mewled loudly, her nails raking over his
shoulders and leaving bloody welts in their wake. He purred in response;his face twisted in pleasure.

"Answer the question." He demanded, continuing his sweet torture on her chest.


"I don't know. I never thought of Xander that way." Shnallnally said, glaring darkly at him when his hands
slipped to her hips to still her movements.


"But it excites you, doesn't it, pet. Knowing he'll be here, watching me take you, touch you. I'll let him
fuck you, baby." Her eyes widened at that, surprise written on her features. She gasped when his hand
fisted in her hair and pulled her down to him. "As long as he remembers you're MINE." He growled, before
his face morphed and he sank his fangs into his mark on her neck. She screamed as she came, the feel of
his teeth in her skin, his lips pulling her blood into his mouth, taking her very essence into him, making her
his, making her plummet.


After a few brief seconds, Spike retracted his fangs and ran his tongue over the puncture, lapping up the
rest of the blood, and closing the wound. He then pulled back and took in her glazed eyes, rapid breathing,
and flushed skin, pride that HE did that to her blooming in his chest. God, he loved this woman, with every
non-beat of his heart. He'd gladly take a stake to the heart to keep her safe. He had one mission in his
unlife, and that was to keep her with him as long as possible.


Buffy brought a trembling hand up to his face, her fingers runnning over the sharp planes. He was so
beautiful, her vampire. So full of love, and tenderness. Why it had taken her so long to see it, she couldn't
honestly say, but now he was hers and she was n let letting him go.


"Something tells me you WANT him to get involved." She teased, leaning forward and resting her forehead
on his. She shivered when his cool, rough hands slid up her back, massaging the muscles under the
smooth skin, and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She'd given up trying to figure out how he could do
this, make her shivering and wanting with barely a touch. Don't think, just enjoy.


"Just feel sorry for the boy, is all. He's wanted you for a long time, and seeing you writhing on the bed in
passionate abandon might just do him in." He said with a chuckle, angling his head to kiss her softly on the
lips.


"You're such a Boy Scout." She giggled and ran her fingers through the incredibly soft hair at the base of
his neck, and sending a tremor through his body.


"Just don't let it get around. Got a reputation to protect."


"Yeah, my big bad." She ran the tip of her tongue over his lips, teasing the entrance to his mouth, until he
gripped the back of her head and held her in place so his tongue could tangle with hers. They moaned in
frustration when the knock sounded on the door, and pulled apart.


"Guess he's here."


"Guess so." Spike stood fluidly, never losing his grip on the tiny woman in his arms. He lowered her to her
feet and kissed the tip of her nose. "Go in the bedroom, luv. I'll let in our guest." He waggled his brows
and smirked, his blue eyes sparkling.


"Don't torture him to much." She said, sashaying away. Spike took a minute to appreciate the way her
firm ass moved beneath her tight denim jeans, then turned to answer the door.


Xander looked a little ill when the reality of what he was doing hit home. Spike stood before him, in nothing
but a pair of black jeans, the top two buttons of the fly undone, and revealing with clarity that the vampire
went commando. His bright hair was tousled and curly, indicating that fingers had recently been running
through it.


"Spike." He managed to get out, fighting back his nerves, and trying to appear cool. To Spike it looked like
he'd swallowed a couple of lemons.


"Whelp. Come in." He said with just the hint of his evil smile. He could smell the boy's nervousness, and
hear the way his blood was rushing through his veins. He could also detect just the faintest hint of arousal,
and that just made his smile take on an even more evil edge. "Glad you could. . .come." The vamp said,
chuckling at the way the brunette blanched. "Buffy's already in the bedroom." Spike told him, closing the
front door, and moving around the other man, making sure to brush against him in a suggestive manner. He
never looked back to see the horrified eyes trained on his retreating back.


Xander watched the vampire walk away, seeing the sensual grace in which he moved, the way his muscles
moved beneath the sleek, pale skin. As far as physical beauty went, he could see what Buffy saw in
Deadboy Jr. It was the whole undead thing he couldn't get past.


"Coming, boy?" Xander snapped out of internal thoughts, scowling at the way Spike was making that word
sound.


"Yeah, let's get this over with." He shrugged out of his jacket and threw it over the ratty old easy chair that
had made the trip from the crypt with Spike. He stopped at the bedroom door when Spike angled his body
and blocked him.


"Hope you're up for a long night." Xander could feel his face starting to flame, wondering just how the blonde
managed to make everything he said sound like an innuendo. "Vampire stamina, and all." A wicked grin
and a casual caress of the bulge in the front of the vampire's jeans, gave Spike the reaction he was going
for. A nervous sweat broke out on Xander's brow, and his breath hitched in his chest. And that faint tang of
arousal, suddenly got stronger. Oh, yeah, torturing the boy would be fun. And maybe he'd remove the pole
from his ass long enough to actually enjoy himself tonight.


"You going to let me in the room, or keep me out here all night and numbing my brain with your thinly veiled
references to your. . .ah. . .attributes?" Spike snorted at that, and swung the door wide open, enjoying the
dumbfounded expression that spread acrossthe young man's face. He turned and looked at the bed, his
own unneeded breath hitching in his chest at the golden sight before them.


Buffy was laid out on the huge bed, her tanned skin and light hair a bright contrast against the black silk of
the sheets, her fully nude skin luminescent in the candlelight.Her gaze was latched onto them, her flesh
starting to color at the realization the she was letting Xander see her this way. Her embarrassment quickly
faded when she locked eyes with Spike, the heated adoration making her tingle.


Xander jumped when he felt the cool hand touch the middle of his back, and give him a push, sending him
stumbling into the room.


"Like what you see, whelp? She is glorious, isn't she? All that power, all that strength wrapped in that tiny,
luscious little body. You can't imagine the muscle control she has. The way she can rideyou, looking like
some wild, bohemian goddess. Her screams echoing in your ear as she cums and cums." Xander's eyes
never left the woman on the bed, while Spike's words swirled around him, awakening something inside of
him, something he'd thought long buried and gotten over. "Need a chair, or do you think standing would be
more comfortable?" Spike said, his eyes brazenly raking over the construction worker's well muscled frame
stopping at the bulge that was starting to tent the grey jeans he was wearing.


"I'll just stand, thanks." Xander said, his voice thick and husky. The vampire's chuckle made both humans'
shiver, the promise of pleasure practically coating the sound. Xander managed to tear his eyes away from
the vision on the bed, intending to scowl at the vampire. Instead, shock widened his eyes at the sight of
the now nude blonde. Before he could stop himself, he found himself gazing at the long lines and tight
muscle, something dark and exciting winding around the arousal he felt when he saw Buffy. The fact that
he recognized it as lust disturbed him, greatly. And the fact that Spike could sense it, only made it worse.


"See anything you like?" Spike asked again, running a hand over his chest. Xander followed the
movement, the realization of where that hand was going making his heart trip in his chest. He tore his wide
eyes away, and swallowed hard, trying desperately to control the odd cravings going through him.


"Sorry, Spike. You're not my type. Remember, not gay." Xander denied, not seeing the vampire when he
moved. His breath came out of his mouth in a whoosh when he found himself pinned against the wall, a
very hard body being pressed into his.


"S'not about being 'gay', boy." Spike purred, his deliciously cool lips close to Xander's ear. The brunette's
posture stiffened at the feel of the blonde's excitement brushing against his denim clad hip. Spike chuckled
at his predicament, the sound causing gooseflesh to break out on Xander's skin. "S'about seeing what you
want, and taking it." The human man yelped when he felt strong, male fingers cup the hard length in his
jeans, giving it an almost loving squeeze. The action made him unbearably harder, which he was SURE he
didn't like. He roughly shoved the chuckling vampire away, appalled at himself, and his reaction to the
blonde. "Don't think he wants to play, pet." Spike said, quirking that impossibly sexy scarred eyebrow and
turning towards the woman on the bed. Xander caught himself staring at the retreating vampire, and
purposefully turned them toward Buffy. Arousal hit him full force at how hot her gaze was, and he found
himself wanting nothing more than to strip and join her on the bed.


"Too bad." Buffy said, breathlessly. A brief image had slammed into her head, while she watched her lover
taunting her friend. They were so pretty, she decided, the light and the dark, contrasted, yet similar. The
hours of construction work had leaned and honed Xander down, and his clothes now clung to a hard, well
muscled body. Spike looked as if he had been chiseled out of stone, lean and long, and well defined. Her
brain had conjured up the image of the three of them, naked and writhing, one taking her from behind, and
the other taking her from the front, their tongues mingling as they shared a Buffy sandwich. The fantasy
sent another wave of wetness flooding to her core. Spike caught the scent of her fresh arousal, and sank to
his knees at the foot of the bed. He gripped one slender, ankle and pulled her to him, her skin sliding
easily across the silk. He brought her to the edge of the bed, and lifted and spread her knees, opening her
up for him. He took a deep breath, smiling at the fragrance she was emitting. He drew his tongue along his
lip, in anticipation of tasting her.


"Aw, but Buffy does." He purred, turning his hot blues eyes to Xander's, and making sure he had the young
man's attention, before dipping his head and burying his tongue in his lady's folds. Buffy surged up off the
bed at the first stroke of that delectably cool mouth against her sizzling heat. She gripped her knees to
expose herself to him more, not even realizing she was also opening herself up to Xander's gaze.


The brunette watched in awe at the way she was wiggling and panting, her hips grinding her wet heat
against the vampire's face. Xander had a brief notion that he should be taking notes, because no woman he
had been with had EVER reacted the way Buffy was.


Spike eagerly stabbed his tongue deep inside her quivering channel, drinking the nectar that seeped from
her. Nothing tasted as good as she did. Not blood, not whiskey, not those spicy wings he liked so much.
If he could live off of her taste, he would, and never moving from this delectable buffet for eternity. The fact
that he could feel Xander's eyes on his actions, made her taste that much sweeter, something Spike would
have thought was an impossibility. He replaced his thrusting tongue with two fingers, loving the way her
walls clenched around him, remembering the way they felt around his aching cock, milking him for
everything he had in him. He trailed his tongue up to the top of her sex, then circled the quivering nubbin of
flesh at the top.


"Oh, God. Spike," She moaned when his lips latched onto it, sucking and gently nipping it with his teeth.
The knowledge that Xander was watching made her reactions seem stronger than normal, and usually, they
were crippling. The feel of Spike's long fingers stroking her walls, and his mouth on her clit took over her
senses, blocking out all thought as she felt herself start to dangle off the edge. Her hips sped up, grinding
against his mouth, and she screamed when he bit her clit, the pain sending her toppling. Heat exploded
through her, flooding his thrusting fingers with her secretions, which Spike immediately lapped up, not
letting a drop go to waste. He continued to clean her thoroughly, as she slumped onto the bed, her
breathing raspy and her bones turned to jell-o. When he was satisfied with his work, he pulled his fingers
free from her still fluttering heat, and licked them clean as well.


"God, I love you, loveyouloveyou." Buffy murmured incoherently, as the aftershocks coursed over her skin.


"I love you, too, baby." Spike purred, brushing a kiss on her thigh. He then stood and turned to face
Xander, smirking at the dazed look on his face. The bulge in pantpants now looked painful to Spike, and the
blonde started thinking of how he could get the boy out of his clothes. A sly grin spread across his face
and he turned to crawl up the bed to languidly kiss his woman. Buffy whimpered and sucked his tongue
into her mouth, the taste of herself flooding her senses. Lust started to sing in her blood again, and she
desperately wanted him inside. Her hands slid over his skin, down his chest and across his abdomen until
she brushed the coarse curls that surrounded his shaft. Spike moaned when her tiny hand closed around
him, the heat making him want to fall right then.


His own hand glided over her breasts, pinching and caressing her nipples. He thrust into her hand a couple
of times, relishing the feel of it, before sliding his pulsing shaft out of her grip. She whimpered into his
mouth, and reached for him again. He broke the kiss and looked down at her, bringing his hand up to cup
her face.


"Shh, kitten. You'll get what you really want. Up on your knees." He instructed, grinning at the way she
scrambled up, her tiredness of a few minutes ago gone. Spike got up on his own knees, and turned her
until she was facing Xander, her delectable ass waving about in the air. Spike lovingly caressed it for a
second before pulling his hand back and smacking one perfect globe. He heard Xander's breathing become
even more ragged over Buffy's moan of pleasure. His little Buffy could be quite kinky, and he could tell it
was a surprise to the brunette. He cracked a hand across her ass a few more times, until it glowed a rosy
pink in the soft light from the candles. He then ran a soothing hand over the warmed flesh, and listened to
her mewl. He ran a finger down the separation between the cheeks to her dripping cunt, thrusting a finger
inside to make sure she was ready. She thrust back on the finger, silently begging him to take her.


Spike moved behind her, rising above her, his eyes locking on Xander. The construction worker met his
gaze, lust clogging his brain and making his mouth water. He wanted in on what was going on the bed, he
just did hav have enough courage to ask. Buffy's growl of pleasure brought his eyes back to her, and he took
in her look of bliss as Spike slid his cool length into her depths. She was so beautiful, her skin slicked with
sweat, her hair damp with it. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slack as she concentrated on the feel of
Spike filling her, stretching her.


Spike's eyed drifted closed once he pushed all the way into her. No matter how many times he took her,
he would never tire of the first thrust, the feel of her body yielding and taking him in, her heat warming him,
threatening to make him combust. He stilled for a moment, relishing the way she accepted him, wonder
filling him again that the fact that this wonderful creature was his. Only his. Not that he minded sharing her
body, he thought as his eyes opened and focused on Xander again. Just not her heart, never her heart. It
had taken him a long time to finally win it fully from Angel, he wasn't about to let someone interlope on what
was rightfully his.


"Come on whelp, you know you want to." Spike growled, starting to thrust in and out of Buffy's slick heat.
Xander's eyes shot up to Spike's, lust overtaking any fear the man had left.


"Come. . .on. . .Xan." Buffy gasped, grinding her hips back against her mate, and moaning at the punishing
grip he had on her waist. The smack of his pelvis against her bottom sent shock waves through her, each
hit pushing her closer to blissful oblivion.


Xander started towards them, his eyes riveted to their beauty, his cock throbbing with each thrust of Spike's
hips. Soon, he was standing in front of Buffy, his hands itching to touch her damp skin, his mouth thirsting
for a taste. Buffy looked up at him with bright eyes, her want for him to participate in their games burning
into him. The pleasure that Spike was giving her, was evident on her face, on the way she tried to urge the
vampire on, to go faster. He stubbornly refused, keeping his rhythm steady, keeping her just on the edge.


"You're a little overdressed, whelp." Spike said, his eyes raking over the young man's body. Xander felt a
searing heat when this happened, startling him.


"I can't believe you want me to. . ." He trailed to a stop, realizing he wasn't exactly sure WHAT the vampire
wanted. Spike stilled his motions, much to Buffy's displeasure, holding the Slayer tight to his body as he
regarded the other man.


"What? Fuck Buffy? Fuck me?" He gave an evil laugh at the look that crossed Xander's face, and growled
at the extra surge of wetness that exploded from Buffy at the thought. "Like that idea, pet?" He gave her a
sharp slap on her ass when she didn't answer.


"God, yes." She gasped, wiggling her butt to try to get the friction going again. She whimpered when he
smacked her again, the sound low and lusty.


"Or maybe, you'd want me to give it to you." Xander shook his head at that, causing Spike to laugh again.


"Get undressed, boy. Take what you've always wanted. I'm a vampire, sexual fidelity doesn't matter much
to me. But realize, she is mine." the vampire warned, eyes flashing yellow, and flashing a little fang.
Xander took the threat at face value, knowing that Spike wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he thought he was
trying to win Buffy's heart. But the thought of having her, just once, was enough to have him pulling his
shirt out of the waistband of his jeans, and start unbuttoning them. "That's a good whelp. Want me to start
again, luv?" He asked innocently, laughing at the frantic nodding she was doing. As soon as he released
her hips, she pulled forward, then slammed back, fucking him. Spike threw his head back and let her, his
unneeded breath coming in gasps when she clamped her muscles hard around him. He looked up at
Xander's choked moan, a deep rumble exploding from his chest at the sight of his woman sucking off
another man. Xander had stayed still, like Spike, letting her set the pace and rhythm. He figured the boy
wouldn't be able to hold on long, not at the state of arousal he was at. Here he was getting his wet dream

fulfilled, the idea had to be too much.


Buffy couldn't imagine a better place to be right at this particular moment, with Spike's thick cock sliding
into her from behind, each tap of the head on her womb bringing her closer, andder\der's equally thick cock
in her mouth. The mental picture was erotic enough, the actuality was mind numbing. Buffy rolled her
tongue over the silky flesh of her friend's member, thoroughly getting to know it before pulling back and
letting it almost slip from her lips. When she did this, she impaled herself on her mate, then forward again,
to fill her mouth with Xander. If she kept this up, she always had a cock buried deep inside her, and god did
it feel good.


Xander watched in rapt attention as his erection appeared and disappeared between Buffy's lips, her
cheeks hollowing with every backstroke. This was better than a dream, so warm and wet, and more than
he had imagined. She sucked on him like he was a lollipop, sweet and delicious, and just the thing she
needed. He reached out and laid a hand on her head, not applying pressure, just holding her steady. Too
soon, he felt his climax start, and he began to pump into her face, the same time that Spike took over as
well. Buffy stilled and allowed herself to be fucked, her own orgasm beginning. She hissed in pleasure
when Spike folded himself over her, his hand coming around to tangle in her damp curls, his fingers finding
and rubbing her clit. She nearly sobbed as lights exploded behind her eyes, unconsciously swallowing
when Xander exploded in her mouth. Spike growled above her, slamming into her twice more before his
own orgasm hit, and his cool semen shot into her womb. She felt the prick of his fangs in her throat, and
reached an unsteady hand up to hold him too her, letting Xander's semi flaccid cock slip from her lips.


The brunette stared down at the blonde pair in horror. He'd known that Buffy had allowed this;, of course,
he'd seen the scar. But to actually see it was disturbing. Disturbing, and to his shock, arousing. He
suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have Spike's fangs in him. Would it bring that same look of
rapture to his face, the same one that was on Buffy's right now. Or would it disgust him? For some
reason, he didn't think the latter was true.


Buffy's cloudy eyes opened and focused on Xander, and she had to smile at the look on his face.


"You knew he was my mate, Xan. Why does this surprise you?" She asked, her voice thick. Spike looked
up then, his face melting back to his handsome human face, his blue eyes piercing. A sly smile curled his
lip, and he placed a gentle kiss on the Slayer's cheek.


"It's just. . I didn't expect to see. . ."


"You didn't expect to get Buffy's lips around your dick, either. Why let this throw you?" Spike asked,
straightening and slipping out of her warmth. They both groaned at the loss. Buffy flopped back onto the
bed when Spike moved, her body sated and happy. Xander didn't answer, his eyes riveted to the glistening
nest of curls between Buffy's thighs. He felt his body react to her instantly, and he hesitantly placed a
knee on the bed. Spike smirked from where he was standing by the nightstand, a cigarette dangling from
his lips. "Don't mind me, just going to have a fag." He said, settling himself down next to the Slayer, after
lighting his smoke.


Buffy snuggled up to him, relishing his cool body against her overheated one, and allowed him to pull one of
her legs over his. She looked at Xander, the want in his eyes igniting hers. Her breathing picked up at the
thought of having Xander between her legs, while Spike watched. She made herself comfortable,
anticipation singing along her skin.


Spike rested an arm behind her head, and watched the other man advance towards them. He appreciated
the ruggedness of Xander, seeing his body as a cross between his and Angel's. Well earned muscle
rippled under tanned skin as he crawled toward the Slayer, one intent in mind. Spike settled back to enjoy
his woman receiving pleasure from another man, knowing how much she enjoyed to be eaten after sex. He
made sure that the ashtray was in easy reach, just incase he wanted to help the situation along.


Xander risked a glance up at Spike when he reached her, his mouth watering at the aspect of getting to
taste her sweetness. Spike waved the hand holding his smoke, giving him permission. He didn't need any
further urging then that. He dipped his head and ran his tongue along her slit.


"Uhmmmmm." Buffy moaned, wriggling her butt against the bed. His tongue was so warm, so different than
Spike's. But it still felt sooo good. Maybe this was what she should have done with Riley. Maybe she
should have invited Spike into their bed, so that she wouldn't have had to get herself off in the shower
afterwards. She immediately rejected the idea. It had just been her lack of feeling for Riley, and nothing
would have helped.


"Like that, pet?" Spike asked conversationally, his eyes locked on Xander. The thrust of her hips gave him
his answer, and he expelled a plume of smoke with a chuckle. The sight of Xander's head buried between
her smooth thighs, while she was snuggled up so cozy to him, had his own cock springing back to life, and
he found himself appreciating the view before him with more. . .vigor. He ced oed out his cigarette, and
scooted down a bit, so he could capture one stiff nipple in his mouth. Buffy gasped, and arched her back
towards her lover, while grinding her cunt against Xander's face. This dual assault on her senses had her
thrashing on the bed, her climax building to a sharp point.


Xander feasted with abandon on the quivering flen frn front of him, the fact that he was also lapping up the
vampire's semen not phasing him ie lee least. The two blondes' secretions mixed together to form an
intoxicating elixir, and it had him hardening even more.


"Oh, God, yes!" She cried, her fingers fisting in Spike's hair to hold him to her, her lower body thrusting up
to smash against Xander. She was living every woman's dream, to have two such beautiful men worshiping
her. The image alone was enough to send her over the edge in a river of bright colors and sounds. "OH
GOD!" She screamed, her body writhing in abandon at the delicious orgasm that crashed over her.

Xander continued to lave her with his tongue, drinking everything her body offered, and wanting more. He
responded to the hand she fisted in his hair, and let her drag him up her body, crashing his mouth over hers
in a hungry kiss. Buffy sucked avidly on his tongue, drawing every drop of hers and Spike's lingering tastes
into her mouth. Her ankles locked behind Xander's back, and rubbed her wet cleft along his rigid shaft. The
brunette moaned into her mouth, his mind registering somewhere that the tongue flicking over his nipple
belonged to the vampire. He really didn't care at this point, as he reached between their sweat slicked
bodies and positioned himself at her opening. He broke the kiss, so he could see her as his fantasy came
true, and pushed inside of her with one smooth stroke.


"Jesus." He gasped, when her walls clamped around him.


"Like sin and heaven all wrapped up into one, isn't it boy?" Spike asked, his voice muffled against Buffy's
skin. He was alternating between the two humans nipples, delighting in the differences in taste and texture.
He growled when Buffy's tiny hand fisted around his cock, and began pumping in time to Xander's thrusts
into her cunt. He watched his mate's face twist with pleasure at each stroke, listening to the grunts and
groans of the humans, their body heat increasing, and heart rates exploding. The smells surrounding him
were starting to make him dizzy with need, and he started to move faster, fucking Buffy's hand, and leaned
down the capture a nipple in his mouth, rolling the hard nub around his tongue.


"Yesyesyes." Buffy gasped, when Xander's lips latched onto her other nipple, the sensations of hot and
cold burning her skin. She was assaulted all at once with different smells, touches and tastes. She
seriousoubtoubted she'd be able to remember her own name when this was over. Xander moved fluidly
between her thighs, his thick, pulsing shaft plowing into her depths, his heat contrasted by the cool vampire
nestled against them. She looked down at her chest, and felt a sharp bolt lance through her at the sight of
two males, one light, one dark each feasting on her sensitive flesh. She unconsciously slammed her hips
harder against Xander, using her leg draped over Spike for leverage, and grinding her clit against the
brunette's pelvic bone. "Harder, Xan. Harder," she gasped, teetering on the edge.


Heaven, Xander thought. This is what heaven must feel like. He thrust harder at her insistence, his tongue
ravaging the nipple that he had between his lips. The knowledge that Spike was doing the same to her
other one sent a haze slashing through his mind, successfully knocking out any doubt that he may have
had left. He couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be, then sliding in and out of her velvety heat,
tasting her sweat slicked skin, and hearing her gasp his name. Granted, it was mingled with Spike's, but
that wasn't bothering him. He groaned against her skin when her inner muscles clamped hard around him,
punishing his aching cock and sending him spiraling. He slammed into a few more times, the sound of his
name being shrieked, and the feel of something cool, and wet splashing against his side making him
explode. He held himself rigid for moment, while he emptied himself inside of her, then collapsed against
her, his breathing harsh. He felt her fingers tangle in his hair, and the feel of something heavy and cool
falling across his back and the backs of his knees. He realized it was Spike's arm and leg, wrapping them
both in an embrace, and he felt strangely protected and cherished. It was an odd thing to feel about Spike.


Spike nuzzled his face into Buffy's neck, drawing his tongue in lazy circles around his mark, and listening
while the humans' heartbeats slowed, and their breathing calmed. He felt deliciously tired and sated
himself. He looked at his Slayer's contented face, and smiled at the well loved glow she radiated. It didn't
even bother him that it was due to another man. Like he said, sexual fidelity was of little matter to him.
Although, it might have pissed him off if he wasn't present. Nobody touched his woman without his
permission. Had to make sure the whelp understood that before he left.


Buffy opened her eyes at the soft warning growl coming from her mate. She smiled at him, and brought a
finger up to his face, rubbing it gently against his jaw. The sound immediately changed to a purr, which
brought Xander's head up, surprise evident on his face.


"One word, boy. And you're my midnight snack." Buffy giggled at the mock threat in the vampire's voice,
and dropped a kiss on his nose. Xander cracked a grin, the ridiculousness of what had happened finally
hitting him. Here he was, naked, still buried to the hilt inside his best friend,with her vampire curled up like
some kind of massive cat next to them, purring. He was sticky from sweat, and what he finally registered
as Spike's cum, and amazingly wasn't disgusted.


"What are you grinning about?" Spike growled, pinning Xander with his eyes. The grin faltered when he saw
lust in the vampire's eyes, directed at HIM. His eyes widened, and he felt himself harden inside of Buffy,
the sensation making her gasp. He stared, mesmerized when Spike pushed up on an elbow, the arm that
had been across his back moving up to cup the back of Xander's neck. Cool fingers massaged the base of
his scalp, sending little darts of pleasure through his body, and making his cock pulse again. Somewhere,
in the back of his mind, he was amazed at how quickly he seemed to be recovering in between. Usually, it
was at least a half an hour before he could even THINK about doing it again. But, here he was, staring into
the stormy, cerulean depths of the vampire's eyes, practically shivering with the intense feeling Spike's
fingers were eliciting from him. He felt Buffy start to thrust up on him, and groaned, grinding his hips, his
eyes never leaving Spike's.


Buffy watched in rapt attention at the heat flaring between the men. Her heart began to pound in her chest
when she saw the muscles in Spike's arm flex, drawing the brunette towards him with an agonizing
slowness. He gave Xander plenty of time to pull away, before dipping his head, and brushing the softest of
kisses across his warm mouth. She felt Xander gasp at the sensation, her own breathing ragged while she
watched. She desperately rolled her hips, her arousal a keen, sharp edge at watching her man kiss her
friend. She'd always known that vampire's didn't care about gender. They were just generally a horny lot,
content to stick it wherever. Spike was more selective, and more capable of being faithful than most of
them. Even Angel, before he got his soul, engaged in sexual adventures with a bevy of partners. But this,
SEEING it, was thrilling.


Spike pulled back a little, to gaze into the hazy, confused depths of the brunette's eyes. A quick grin
quirked his lips, and he leaned in again, applying just a bit more pressure, and darting his tongue out to
taste. Xander whimpered, his thrusts speeding up, making the Slayer squirm and gasp. Spike felt her
hand fluttering over his chest, in search of his erection again. He evaded her, not wanting that again. She
settled for teasing his nipples with her nails, satisfied with the growl this induced.


The rumble of Spike's lips against his when the vampire growled caused Xander to gasp. The blonde took
the opportunity to push his tongue inside, sliding it around the warm cavern of the man's mouth before
enticing his tongue into a dance. Desire slid like a snake through Spike's body, and he tightened his grip
in Xander's hair. What had been meant to tease and tempt, quickly turned ravenous. Soon their mouths
were hungrily feasting on each other's, their tongues thrusting in time to Xander's strokes inside Buffy.


Buffy panted desperately, grinding her pelvis against Xander's, her eyes never leaving the men. Her hands
flew over their skin as her orgasm fast approached, and she soon screamed, thrusting up hard and
trembling as it rocked over her. She was still writhing in ecstasy when she felt the weight ripped off of her,
and Xander's cock slip out of her. She whimpered with the loss of being filled, and the feel of her vampire
beside her; until she opened her hazy eyes, and saw what was happening on the opposite side of he bed.


Buffy pushed back up on the pillows, excitement slamming into her once again.


Spike had Xander pinned down, his mouth ravaging the brunette's, his lithe body pressing him into the
mattress. Xander responded enthusiastically, relishing the feel of the cool body spread atop him. He jerked
when their erections touched, but not in disgust. A lusty moan sprang from his throat to be swallowed by
Spike's mouth, and he thrust up. Spike growled, grinding into the man, applying more pressure. He
grasped Xander's wrists, and held them out to his side, then broke the kiss, wanting to see the boy's face
when he went over the edge, watch as realization slammed into him that it was HIM, Spike that was making
him pant, and moan, and cum. He ground their cocks together again, grinning evilly at the grunt the
brunette let out. Only one problem, the construction worker's eyes were closed, and that wouldn't do.


"Open your eyes, Xander." It was more that sound of his name said in that guttural, accented voice than
the command that had him opening his eyes. Spike never called him by name, and the way it sounded had
a tremor coursing through him. Their eyes locked, and the look of hot lust in Spike's eyes had Xander
surging his hips, shock that he was letting this happen, and enjoying it, fleeing to the back of his mind. He
was amazed at how quickly Spike's body took on his body heat, and the way the hard lines thrilled him as
much as Buffy's soft curves had.


Spike rubbed their cocks together furiously, speeding towards climax, their bodies sliding together enticing
him further still. He hadn't been with a man since Angel, he forgot how different, yet no less thrilling than
being with a woman. He growled deep in his chest, feeling his sac tighten in preparation to shoot. He
buried his cool lips in the human's throat, and bit hard with his blunt teeth, shuddering at the cry Xander let
out. He felt the warm splash of Xander's semen, the secretion lubing their friction. His eyes squeezed shut
as his own climax overtook him, his cool seed spilling between them, his mixing with the brunette's. He
collapsed, dazed on top of the hard body beneath him.


Buffy's cries of release cut through his brain, making his undead heart clench in his chest. He lazily lifted
his head to see his woman, with her hand buried in her cunt, her other hand squeezing her nipples, and her
eyes locked on them. The two males watched as she rode out her spasms, the sight of her turning them
on yet again. At the moment, however, they were both too spent to do anything about it.


After a minute, Spike felt Xander wiggle underneath him, and he cocked a brow at him.


"Get up, Spike." He demanded, trying to give him a push. For some reason, anger shot through the
vampire, and his eyes flashed gold.


"Don't go getting all squeamish on me now, boy. You wanted what I just did." He snarled, before crashing
his mouth against the human's in a punishing kiss. He was surprised to feel Xander responding, no hint of
revulsion evident. When he pulled back, he narrowed his eyes and studied him, trying to figure him out.
Xander huffed in annoyance, and gave the vamp another push.


"Not getting squeamish, Spike. I think we're beyond that. You're just not as light as you look." Spike
chuckled and rolled away, resting his head on Buffy's thigh.


"You like that, luv?" He asked, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.


"Uhm, yeah." she admitted with a giggle. They both watched in appreciation when Xander stretched. The
brunette looked down at his glistening stomach and grimaced.


"Think I can get a towel?" He asked, turning to look at the two blondes. He returned their grins, and luckily
didn't seem to have the energy to blush. He didn't have any idea how he was going to face the rest of their
friends after this, but right no, he didn't care.


"Go take a shower. Guess I'll get us something together to eat. All sha shagging's made me a bit peckish.
How bout you, luv?"


"Yeah, I could eat. Something tells me I'm going to need all the energy I can get." Her mind screamed
definitely 'YES' when she found two sets of very hot eyes burning into her.


"We're only just getting started, baby." Spike purred, nipping gently at the skin of her thigh, then sliding off
the bed. "Go, shower. Don't do anything without me." He warned, walking out of the bedroom without
looking back. They both heard the very thinly veiled threat in the vamps voice, and Buffy smiled softly at his
jealousy, telling him mentally he had nothing to worry about. Xander, on the other hand, felt a quick stab of
fear.


"Xander, go take a shower." Buffy ordered, settling against the pillows and yawning sleepily. He nodded
and got up, then padding towards the door. He paused and turned back to her, his eyes guarded.


"Buffy, about what just happened. . ."


"Won't leave this room, Xander. Or this apartment." She added as an afterthought. "It doesn't even have to
continue, if you don't want it to. Now, or ever. You can leave, and forget it happened."


"Not likely in this lifetime, Buff." He said with a quick smile. "I've never. . .with a man before." He admitted
quietly.


"Really? Wouldn't know it. And you didn't even get to the good stuff." She teased, running a hand through
hair, and grimacing at the tangles she encountered. "He'd be very easy with you." She said more seriously,
fighting back the smile at the mix of shock and curiosity that hit her friend's face.


"One thing at a time, okay. Not too sure I could handle much more." Xander picked at a chip in the paint of
the doorframe, wondering where these feelings were coming from. He wanted the vampire, almost as much
as he wanted Buffy, and he just didn't get it.


"Don't over think it, Xan. Like Spike says, just feel. It's only wrong if you let it be." He nodded, and turned
to go to the bathroom, stopping again when her quiet question reached him. "Do you understand, Xander,
why it's him?" He took a second to think, and nodded again.


"I think I'm starting to." It wasn't the sex, it was the emotion Spike put into it. The way he worshiped her,
and loved her and protected her, all of it swirling in his eyes when he looked at her. "I'm starting to." He
amended, flashing her a smile, before leaving her happy and content in the bedroom.


~*TBC*~


AN: To those that might be wondering just what the hell I was thinking when I wrote this, and much less,
WHY I'm continuing, well, I noticed a void in our little BtVS fan fiction world, and decided to fill it. There are
tons of stories with every pairing, trio imaginable, except one. X/S/B. I have not found one, and I decided to
do one. Sorry if that offends, but hey, we're all entitled to our ideas, and as a writer, I must go where the
plot bunnies dictate. If you don't like it, fine. Just please don't flame because you don't agree with my
vision. Lisa