Chapter 6






Spike led his lovers to the bedroom, walking backwards. He stopped in the doorway to the room, so that the three of them formed a perfect triangle. It would be one of the last times that would be true, but he refused to let that thought mess up his plans for the night.


“No clothes inside this room,” he said with the same serious tone of voice he used to let Slayers know he’d kill them, or fuck them raw.


The time apart hadn’t erased Buffy’s conditioned reaction to that tone. Although she had been wet since he kissed her, hearing him like that made a new wave of desire course through her veins. It was like raw power was generated deep inside her, flashing in all directions inside her and giving birth to an aching need in her core that only he, past, present, or alternate, could sate. Her fingertips were tingling with the desire to touch him, but instead started fumbling with the belt on her tight jeans.


William knew that voice all that well too, and smelling the result of it on Buffy, decided it was about time he used it again. “You heard the man. Clothes off, kitten. Now!”


Spike refused to give him the upper hand. “You too, you ponce. Are you waitin’ for a special invite?”


Whatever thoughts of entering a pissing contest with his former self crossed William’s mind, did so fleetingly when he saw the Slayer was now bending over to undo her bootlaces. Adhering to Spike’s orders he made short work of his clothes, while Buffy had one boot to go before being able to take off her pants. Kneeling naked in front of her he said, “Let me help you with that,” and she did. He was having an extremely hard time trying to refrain from touching her once she was naked and open in front of him, but he somehow sensed Spike’s need to call the shots. Turning on his heel, still crouched, he asked the bleached Vampire, “Will you stay clothed?”


Spike chuckled, and the sound was dark chocolate and velvet, fraught with promises and lust. His voice was husky and his eyes hooded with desire when he said, “No. I want you to undress me.”


William’s scarred eyebrow formed an arch and Buffy’s nails dug into his shoulder. He should know by now how much he affected her, how much both of them did, still, every time she reacted to him with such evident need it was like his heart could beat again. He nodded at her and stood up.


The effortless grace with which he stood was a trademark of his. His body seemed boneless, fluid, every time he went from a sitting, crouching – even fallen on his ass – position was one of the reasons she loved sparring with him. She wanted to kick him down just so she could watch him rise, and she didn’t care how screwed up that was. His open palm at the small of her back, in a gesture that shouldn’t be sexual yet made her moan, made her focus on the fact that a totally naked Spike was next to her and a soon to be naked one awaited for her assistance. She leered, running her tongue over her teeth and stalked towards her still dressed lover.


Spike was pretty sure his jeans would explode before the other two got time to unbutton them. Watching them saunter toward him, he was struck by what a magnificent couple they made. They were hunters on the prowl and he was their prey. Never before had a prey felt so lucky.


When they reached him, William pulled him for a hard kiss, smashing their lips together. He sucked on his tongue and massaged it with his in a manner that made Spike wish the man would put those lips and tongue to work around his cock before he burned from the inside out. Letting a bit of fang nip the other vampire’s lower lip, William sucked on it and then pulled back to circle him, smacking his lips and leisurely pumping his cock.


Buffy, was still mesmerized by the sight of the two men kissing. However, she couldn’t tear her eyes from the rhythmic way the hard shaft disappeared into the vampire’s grasp on every down stroke, only to peek out the other side of his fist for his thumb to rub over the weeping slit. Then William was behind Spike and out of her line of vision.


“I believe there is something you should be doing,” he chastised her over the other man’s shoulder, and she dropped to her knees in front of Spike. She meant to tease him, wanted to make him need to be inside her as much as she did, so she was very careful not to touch him while unbuttoning his fly. She smiled to herself when his hips jerked forward seeking some contact. Instead of giving it to him, she made sure to rid him of both boots and jeans, and a look up showed her that William was taking care of his shirt, bunching the material upwards as his big palms drew circles on Spike’s taut abs.


Spike was finding it increasingly difficult to think with what the other two blonds were doing to him. The Slayer was now holding his hips still and flicking her tongue over the head of his cock, while William was rubbing his shaft between his butt cheeks, his fingers twisting Spike’s nipples and his teeth grazing his neck. He wanted to beg for her to take him in her mouth and him to spread him with his fingers, but was afraid if he’d open his mouth he’d end up blubbering like a fool.


It turned out he didn’t have to voice his thoughts after all. William brought his hand to his lips, and, having made sure to lather his two first fingers with saliva, slipped it between Spike’s buttocks and began massaging the area around his puckered hole. Spike clenched instinctively at first, then relaxed as Buffy circled the head of his manhood with her lips and began sucking his length inside her mouth with agonizing slowness.


When William pushed both fingers inside him, Spike’s hips jolted forward but Buffy seemed to have anticipated the movement. Instead of gagging or protesting, she deep throated him, tightening her grip on his hips to hold him still as William wrapped an arm around his torso and started pumping his fingers inside him hard and fast. The angle of penetration meant the long digits rubbed against his prostate on every stroke. Buffy’s throat was squeezing him oh so right, and William’s cock was rubbing between his thighs, nudging his scrotum, and Spike couldn’t take anymore.


“Buffy,” he managed to gasp, “I want—inside you…” All sensations ceased at once, there was nothing filling him up, nothing scorching him with agonizing bliss. He would weep if Buffy hadn’t now turned her back on him to crawl towards the bed, her ass swaying tantalizingly in the air and allowing him a view of her glistening pussy.


“Fuck,” he heard behind him, and knew that William was having the same thoughts of plundering that pussy and that ass for all he was worth.


Fuck, indeed. Fuck other Universes and other Slayers who were hard and unyielding where this one was soft and inviting, and sprawled on the bed on her stomach, ass still teasing him.


William pushed him forward gently, and Spike found he was capable of moving. More than that, he managed to swagger to her, grab her ankles and flip her on her back. “Want to be lookin’ at you,” he whispered, burying his face in her golden hair where it fanned around her head like a halo.


She wrapped herself around him, pulling him into her arms and her body. He sank inside her to the hilt, marvelling – as he always did when they were joined like that – at what a perfect fit they were. The thought occurred to him that she was a perfect fit for William, that he wasn’t the one she was made for, that there was another Buffy somewhere out there, he was supposed to make happy or die trying.


He could cry or he could fuck her like there was no tomorrow. He went for option two.


His hands pushed under her ass, cupping her cheeks and squeezing them as he lifted her hips to find the perfect angle, the one that would make her scream his name to high Heavens and cum with just a few pumps of his hips, because he doubted he could last long. A moan reached his ears and he realized it came not from the woman under him but from the man behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw William frantically working his cock, his eyes glued to the couple on the bed. “What are you doin’,” he panted, “all the way over there?”


William startled. “You didn’t seem to want to share,” he said with a shrug.


“I don’ want to share.” He plunged inside Buffy, pinching her clit when he sensed her fervour lessen without his attention fully on her. “I want you to share.”


William said nothing, but his grin was more than eloquent as he approached the bed.


Spike was expecting to be fucked, having seen the hard-on his older self sported. What he didn’t expect was for William to spread his cheeks open and start sucking and licking on the tender flesh of his anus before slowly, almost hesitantly pushing two fingers inside again.


“Oi! What’s with the gentle routine?” Spike’s bravado was a cover for the fact that he couldn’t hold back much longer and wanted the other vampire to be with him when he came.


William said nothing. He withdrew his fingers and took hold of his cock. Spike, feeling the movement behind him, stilled and took a deep breath, bracing himself. William, however, started rubbing his length against Spike’s shaft and Buffy’s pussy, making it slick with her juices before positioning himself at Spike’s entrance.


Curling one hand around Spike’s neck proprietarily, he pushed forward ever so slowly, pausing after each inch of his member was inside the other man’s ass. Halfway in he had to grit his teeth to hold back. “Do you want it?” he asked.


Spike nodded but could make no sound the way Buffy was squeezing him inside her and smiling at him so cheekily at the same time he was being filled by his souled version.


William let his head drop between the bleached vampire’s shoulder blades and licked his way up to his neck. “Please tell me you want it,” he begged.


Buffy loved Spike’s feel inside her, but would scream unless he started moving soon. Grabbing his ass, she dug her nails in his flesh and spread him even more. “Tell him,” she whispered against his ear and nibbled on the lobe.


“Tell me,” said William again, then leaned to the side and captured Buffy’s lips with his own.


“Fuck, yes, please, I want it. Fuck. Fuck me, both of you.”


William shoved the rest of his length inside as Buffy pushed her hips upwards. Almost immediately they fell into the rhythm the three had established the past few days, and soon Spike was torn by a whirlwind of sensations and emotions, all vying for his attention. Before he could make sense of it all, and decide which pleasure was more intense, which feeling was most important, his brain short-circuited and he came with a roar of something that sounded like love.


His lovers soon followed him, with William being the last to fall over the edge. He had felt what Spike hadn’t realized; the order of importance his younger self placed on things.


Still piled in a heap, they heard a knock on the door and Andrew calling. Buffy raised her hand, as if reaching for something to hold on to then let it drop to the mattress again. “Ah, fuck it.”


“Again?” asked Spike around one of her breasts, which had somehow found its way into his mouth.


“I’m up for it.” William stressed his point by rubbing his member on Spike’s thigh, and the latter let out a ‘pfft’ sound, without withdrawing his mouth from his prize.


Buffy giggled and Spike let go of her nipple with a plop to silence her with a kiss, while William chastised her. “Do you want Andrew to hear us and barge in?”


She shook her head no, solemnly, then giggled again when William pumped his hips against Spike and the latter turned from the waist up to smack him upside the head. He missed, to the amusement of the other two. Suddenly sombre, Spike framed Buffy’s face with his palms, causing her to cease her laughter, and said, “I have something to tell you.”


William tensed above him. “Maybe later? Not just now. Don’t ruin this.”


Turning awkwardly Spike asked, “You know?” just as Buffy worriedly asked what they were talking about, at the same time trying to slide her lower body out from under the two vampires. It seemed like serious talk time, and she wasn’t sure she could handle that the way they were at the moment.

William shrugged. “Of course I know. I know what you think. I’m you.”

“Will someone also tell me, cuz I’m not either of you?” Buffy was getting worried, and worried Buffy was a pissy Buffy, ninety nine percent of the time. She dodged Spike’s effort to kiss her again. “Tell me.”


Spike sighed. He didn’t know why he’d gone and opened his bloody mouth just then. “You know I love you, right?” he started.






Tbc.