Chapter 16



Though Spike longed to get lost inside Buffy—especially since she was now gracing him with the pout—he decided it wasn’t time yet. Things had to be discussed and sorted out. Then there’d be sex, he promised himself.


Buffy shed her clothes and crawled into bed, acting oblivious to his last remark. He returned her kiss when she attacked his lips, but restrained her hands when she tried to get all naughty on him, tucking her against his side. “William told me somethin’ I don’t want to believe, kitten,” he told her, caressing her face. “Care to explain?”


*Remind me to kick your butt later, Mr. Nosy* She glared at William, who slapped her butt.


“You better explain,” he replied. “And try to convince us you didn’t agree to anythin’ immensely dangerous.”


She sighed and looked at his hair. “What’s with the dye job? How will I tell you two apart now? You even sound like him.”


Spike growled at her to stop stalling, while William sent her his thoughts. *As if you’d ever have trouble with that.*


Finally conceding, she flipped on her back and threw her arms over her head. “I know you guys don’t agree, but I had to take his offer.” Twin growls met her confession, but she didn’t budge. “It’s just a year, after all.”


“A year durin’ which that pillock will have the most powerful weapon at his disposal. You.” William was trying hard not to have thoughts that Buffy could consider accusatory.


She closed her eyes, nibbling on her lower lip. “We talked about that. He promised not to have me fight his wars.”


“Then what—” Spike’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him.


William, privy to Buffy’s subconscious, beat him to it. Jumping off the bed, he roared, “NEVER.”


Spike grabbed both her wrists, forcing her to look at him. “Are you off your rocker? Immortal wants a sex-slave, and you take the job?”


“I didn’t see another way…” Her voice was small, sounding lost.


“There’s always another way.” Nearing the bed again, William took hold of her ankles and pulled her suddenly so that her lower body all but flew off the mattress. He sank inside her abruptly, not caring about preparing her, not caring about enjoyment, or anything other than renewing his claim on her. “Mine.” His face shifted, fangs elongating and embedding themselves into her neck.


“Yours,” she cried out, clawing at his back, her body initially fighting him off at the same time her soul ached for him.


Spike watched them couple like animals. He always loved seeing Buffy so wanton, and with William now looking exactly like him, it was like watching himself fuck her. Still, he envied their connection, convinced he’d never share anything similar with his own Buffy. His own… she was never his, and would probably never be. Still, he’d save her world, if only to show her that the stupid soul wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.


And suddenly he realized this Buffy had done the right thing.


“Do you really think cuttin’ in is wise right now?” William seriously hated Spike poking his shoulder with his index finger. He wanted to shag Buffy into oblivion, and couldn’t really care less if the younger vampire needed to share.


Spike crossed his arms over his chest and lay back down. “Well, don’t be all Spike, why didn’ you say anythin’ sooner afterwards.” He’d sulk for a while, then be their knight in shining armor, save the day, fill them in on his trip and finally get his turn.


Those two really took their sweet time.



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Tears were flowing freely down Buffy’s cheeks. The thoughts and feelings William unwittingly projected were desperate; thoughts and feelings of a man who knew he was about to lose everything he held dear in life. He moved inside her hard, bruising her thighs with his force, but she met his thrusts with all she had, needing to show him he wasn’t alone in his hurt.


She wanted nothing more than to be able to tell him she’d never leave his side, but that would be a lie, so she tried soothing him by showing she’d take anything he needed to dish out.


Finally spent, he let his body cover hers while he peppered her face with kisses. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, luv. So sorry…”


She smiled and let her fingers trace his jaw line, her thumb caressing the angle of his cheekbone. “I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me. You’d never hurt me,” she assured him. “And we’ll be all right. It’s just a year…”


Spike cleared his throat. “Not a year. Not a day, even.”


Both blondes turned to him, matching looks of disbelief on their faces.


“Tried to tell you sooner, but you were too busy bein’ drama queens.” He tucked his tongue behind his teeth.


A whole minute went by in total silence, until Buffy couldn’t hold back any longer. “Well?” Her neck was craned at an awkward angle, as she lay trapped under William.


“Well what?”


Withdrawing from his mate’s body, William scowled at him, human face back into place. “Will you stop bein’ a git and tell us, already?”


“What do I get for sharin’?” Seeing they were both about to start spouting threats, he hurried to continue. “And it better be nookie.”


No answer came. “All right, I’ll be nice and tell you this: Buffy can’t sign off what isn’t hers.”


“Enough with the cryptic, Spike, please.” Buffy had rolled to her stomach and was waving her feet in the air impatiently.


“You’re his mate.” It was obvious he thought he needn’t say more.


William let out a bark of laughter and gathered the other vampire into his arms in a very unmanly hug. “How did I get to be so smart?”


The Slayer’s brow wrinkled in confusion before her entire face was lit by a grin. “You’re so getting nookie!” She pounced on the two men and started tickling them, until Spike managed to still her body under his.


“You’re not getting it just now.” She averted her face when he tried to kiss her. “Have to share where you’ve been first. And there’s the me-being-mad-at-you period to calculate in there, too.”


Spike sighed. He seriously hoped the other two would find his plan as brilliant as he thought it to be. Being naked in bed with them and… talking felt like such a colossal waste.



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“You idiot! Why didn’t you wait until you were back where you belong?” William was furious. “You know you’re not allowed to take the tests again, now!”


Spike looked at Buffy for support that wasn’t coming.


“What he said,” she told him, pointing her thumb at William.


“I thought I better be prepared,” he mumbled apologetically, his eyes looking from one to the other. “We don’t know at what point in time I’ll be sent back. Can’t get me to exactly when I was taken, or it could cause another rift, remember?”


Buffy chewed on the inside of her cheek. “So what did you ask for? Did you tell them to send you back?”


“Can’t ask for anythin’ not to do with this Universe,” William interjected. “Or for harm to another. There are a couple more limitations, but these are basically it.”


“What did you ask for?” She prayed it was nothing stupid and immediately regretted having such thoughts for him.


“Actually, I made a rather good bargain, if I do say so myself.” He grinned with pride. “A two-fer-one.”


“Will you cut to the chase, or do I have to spank it out of you?” Buffy realized her threat wasn’t all that threatening when she saw the glint in Spike’s eye.


“You may have to suck it ou—OW!”


William widened his eyes innocently, as if he hadn’t just punched him in the nose.



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Spike’s plan was rather ingenious after all, Buffy decided, kissing and licking her way down the vampire’s abs. That was, assuming the other Buffy was less of a bitch than she’d been... Fat chance of that, she thought. Especially if time moved faster in that other universe, the absence of Spike could in no way have helped Buffy’s personality.


Her face reddened in shame at the memory of how Spike had acted as a dumping ground for her basest of feelings.


William kissed the small of her back, sending her soothing thoughts. That was all behind them. They were happy now, he assured her as he laid open-mouthed kisses along her spine.


She smiled against Spike’s skin then moved lower to flick her tongue over the tip of his cock.


He pushed her hair out of her face and gathered it at the top of her head so he could watch himself slowly disappear between her lips. Her eyes locked on his while she downed more of his length, humming around him.


William wasn’t idle. His face was framed by Buffy’s thighs as he now lay on his back, teasing her folds with his tongue. He licked along her slit, unhurriedly, on occasion dipping inside her, but never giving her exactly what she wanted.


She needed friction. She pushed back, but William was relentless in his teasing, holding her hips still and just breathing against her labia.


He bit the inside of her thigh, making her gasp, her teeth grazing the underside of Spike’s cock.


“Not that I don’t enjoy foreplay,” the latter commented with a moan. “But if I don’t shag someone now I’ll be very disappointed.”


William chuckled, sending delicious vibrations all the way to Buffy’s womb. “She’s all yours, mate.”


Raising her head from what she was sure was the best blowjob she’d ever given, Buffy glared at him over her shoulder.


“You’re mine to do with as I please, right? I can choose to keep you for myself or share you.” He sat up behind her and slapped a white buttock. Mock innocence was drawn all across his features. “We already said that’s the case where the Immortal is concerned.” He leered.


If he meant to say something else, it was cut off by Buffy crying out, “Oh no, you didn’t!” Spinning around, she threw him back and landed on top of him.


He fought to get free, finally managing to roll so that she was under him, but then a hard, masculine body was draped over his, something firm and unyielding nudging his thigh.


“Busted!” Buffy grinned and embraced him, holding his arms fast against his upper body. Her heels dug into the back of his knees, forcing them open and giving Spike the room he needed to edge between them.


“May I?” Spike asked Buffy over William’s shoulder.


“Be my guest. He’s mine to keep or share.” She nibbled on her mate’s lobe, then whispered, “Right, lover?”


Reaching for the lubricant on the bedside table, Spike lathered his cock with a generous amount of the liquid. “See? I’m an evil soulless monster, and yet I care,” he teased before pushing forward.


William’s knees slipped, his already hard member rubbing Buffy’s clitoris at the same time Spike thrust inside him. His muscles clenched at the intrusion in his anus, adding to the pain, but his mate took his mind off it. She bucked her hips, changing the angle between their pelvises so that his shaft got buried inside her to the hilt.


Spike pulled back slightly then drove inside him again, sending him deeper inside Buffy.


William felt like he was on fire, a feeling he knew all too well. Buffy’s heat and Spike’s cock rubbing against his prostate with every down stroke would reduce him to ashes, he was sure. Still, he didn’t mind. This time he’d go to heaven; such a blissful death wouldn’t lead him any place else.


Buffy could feel his thoughts as he took her body to new levels of ecstasy. It was like she had them both inside her—William and Spike—the way she was attuned to the pleasure her mate was feeling. She was overwhelmed by sensations that her body wasn’t meant to ever experience, yet which she’d never forget. William’s cock was pumping inside her pussy, and at the same time she could feel her walls constricting around his length as though she was him. And she could feel Spike’s dick ramming inside her… him… she no longer knew where William ended and she began. Nor did she care.


Spike had no way of sharing the orgasmic waves that drowned his lovers, but he felt complete just by being part of the triangle they comprised. He was loved, he was wanted, and he had hope. It was not the reckless hope that stemmed from ignorance of danger; this was hope born by the knowledge that there were people who loved him enough to not let him fall, that filled his unbeating heart.


They writhed together—seeking so much more than pleasure from one another—for hours; three bodies moving as one, one heart beating for three. Two souls entwined, and a vampire that needed no soul to save the world.





Tbc.