Chapter Five

AN: Here you go, the last chapter. Now to work on other stories, lol. A big thanks to Thianna, Just Sue, and Shadow for their betaing.



When Buffy woke up, her head felt better though she knew she was probably sporting a large bruise on that side of her face. Her back wasn’t so lucky as the burning pain told her, which got worse as she moved. But, move she did. She had things she wanted to do. Class was out of the question; she would have to get notes from Willow and whoever else she could flag down from the classes Willow wasn’t in. The reason for going out instead was her new determination to do something for her two vampires.

Her vampires? Where had that come from? She shouldn’t be so surprised that her mind had gone there after the revelation the night before. It was just what to expect after the epiphany which had helped her give herself permission to stop denying the feelings building inside. She just hoped she didn’t blow this.

She needed to get on with her plans to make good with the vampires as that would hopefully make a good start towards a happy ending. All she needed to do right that second was get to the door without them waking up and thinking she was making a run for it, ungrateful for their help. Though, it was likely they would think that anyways when they woke up before she got back. But, she needed to get away and hope they appreciated her trying to do something for them. This meant she needed to go set her plans in motion before it got dark. It would be bad if they ran off to find her, worried about her being injured and ruined the surprise.

Her shirt had been in bloody shreds last she had seen it, so she needed something to cover her upper half so she didn’t get arrested for public indecency. She went over to the dresser in the corner and searched the drawers until she found what she was looking for. Spike’s shirts. She borrowed one of his black tees, pausing to lift it to her nose and inhale his scent, no longer denying to herself the fact that he was a total hottie with boyfriend potential. More than just potential if she wasn’t mistaken about where things had been going for awhile now. She pulled the tee over her head then slipped her shoes back on before heading out to make her great escape.

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Even though Buffy expected trouble when she returned to the warehouse much later, she still was startled when they rushed her the moment she entered. They had obviously sensed her arrival before she walked in and were eager to demand answers for her disappearance. Before she could say anything, though, she was being ushered back towards the bedroom. William was lifting the back of the shirt to check on the state of her wounds.

“What the bloody hell were you doin’?” Spike demanded harshly. “You’re supposed t’ be restin’ here an’ healin’!”

“I had things I had to do,” she said as she let them settle her on the bed. “And before you ask, no, it couldn’t wait. I needed to do it before dark.”

“Now what couldn’ wait for dark?” William asked dubiously.

“My surprise for you. I wanted to do something nice for you guys and had to go put my plans into action without you there to see what I was doing.”

“There’s no need t’ do anythin’ for us, pet. We’re supposed t’ be wooin’ you, remember?” Spike told her in a softer tone as he sat next to her, glancing over her appreciatively as he noted she was wearing his shirt.

“That’s the problem! And you don’t even realize it!” She flung out her hands and shook her head. “It was totally selfish of me to sit there and let this continue because I was basically getting two vampire slaves. I’ve taken advantage of your kindness! I shouldn’t be letting you just wait on me hand and foot like that!”

“We did all that freely because we wanted t’ do nice things for you.” William sat on the other side of her and took her hand.

“Well... then I want to do nice things for you, too.” She lifted her chin stubbornly. “In a couple days when my back is much better from the slayer-y healing, my surprise should be ready for me to show you. No more arguments, okay?” She gave them both her best Resolve Girl look.

“If that’ll make you happy, pet.”

“Gah!” she let out an impatient cry and flopped backward, groaning in pain when her injured back hit the bed. That hurt no matter how soft the covers were. Instantly both vampires were bent over her in concern.

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Buffy led the two vampires across town towards her surprise a couple nights later. The side of her face had only the hint of the large, ugly bruise and her back had red, angry marks that were still sore, but good enough that she was okay with getting back to her normal routine. She definitely didn’t need to be nursed by two overly concerned vampires anymore, not that her sanity could have taken much more of their smothering.

She glanced towards them, knowing they were noting the side of town she was leading them to and thinking of what this side of town held. Blindfolding them would have done little good with their heightened senses, so she hadn’t even bothered trying.

There was no mistaking Spike’s agitation when she led them onto Crawford Street. Spike looked up at the mansion and grabbed her arm to stop her before she went to the front door.

“What game are you playin’, Slayer?” he demanded with jaw clenched.

William looked between them, clearly confused about why Spike was upset by the sight of the old mansion. It was just some old, abandoned mansion, right? So why the dramatics?

“No game.” She pulled her arm back from his grasp and nodded towards the mansion. “It’s my surprise. The other day when I left I came here to see if it was still all with the abandonment. Probably safe to say that people just don’t want this place because of the creepiness factor, which we obviously don’t mind. But, I went to see my mom afterwards and she helped me hire some cleaning people to make it somewhat habitable. Not perfect, but not quite the dusty wreck it was before.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “I know... you don’t have the fondest memories of it and really, neither do I. But, it’s better than the warehouse and we can make new, better memories. Not to mention, if I’m going to keep on ‘staying over’ I’d rather be in a real house than a warehouse.”

“Someone want t’ explain t’ me what this’s all about?” William demanded.

Buffy looked over at the poor, clueless vampire. “This used to be Angel’s mansion and Spike stayed here with Angelus and Dru while in his wheelchair. I’m sure even being from another dimension you can understand without me elaborating.”

After a moment of letting it sink in, he nodded and looked towards Spike. “I understand, but she obviously doesn’ have bad intentions an’ it is a damn sight better than that old warehouse.” He looked back towards the mansion. “Haven’ stayed in quite this posh a digs for a fair long time.”

“Pet, there was no need for this,” Spike said, ignoring William.

“Oh GRRR!” Buffy held her hands up like claws. “If I didn’t love your annoying ass I would grab you by the hair and beat your head against the pavement until I knocked some sense into you!”

Both vampires stopped and looked at her gobsmacked with jaws slack. For once, they were stunned speechless at her inadvertent admission. For William it was a bit more heart-wrenching as he assumed this spelt his defeat and he would soon find himself out in the cold.

“What? Oh okay, so I’m sorry I threatened to beat your head in. I guess that does kind of ruin the present.” She paused and looked between them when they still didn’t say anything. Okay, them silent? Way weird. “Will one of you friggin’ say something?!”

“What did you just say?” Spike finally asked quietly.

“That I was sorry?”

He shook his head. “Before that.”

She thought for a moment before responding. “That I wanted to beat your head in? I said I was sorry about it.”

“Before that,” both vampires said in exasperation.

Her brows furrowed as she rewound her memory further, confused about why they were reacting like that if it wasn’t over her threat. “Before that I was explaining to William why you were on edge!”

“Slayer...” Spike breathed and stepped up dangerously close to her. “You blurted out a bit more than you obviously meant t’ just now.”

“What did I say?” she asked with eyes wide.

“Let me quote-“

She held up a hand to interrupt. “Please, without the valley girl imitation like last time.”

“Yes, luv,” he chuckled and continued. “To quote you, ‘If I didn’ love your annoyin’ ass I would grab you by the hair an’ beat your head against the pavement...’ an’ so on...”

“Oh my god.” She put her hands to her chest and looked at the ground unseeing for a moment as she let that sink in.

Meanwhile, William was backing away as he watched the scene in growing sadness. She loved Spike, so his double was the obvious winner of their contest and he... Maybe he would move on to another town and hope to find someone half as amazing as Buffy.

Buffy looked up at Spike, trying to think of something to say that wasn’t incredibly stupid sounding. That’s when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that William wasn’t there anymore and turned her head to see him leaving.

“William?” she asked softly, confused at his departure.

He stopped but didn’t turn around, not wanting to see her face or let her see his face when she told him it was over.

“Why... why are you leaving?” She went over to him when it was apparent he wasn’t coming back to her.

“Well, Slayer, the bet is over right? You love Spike, so he obviously won. I lost.”

“You’re wrong,” she told him, moving to stand in front of him. She noticed Spike had his turn at the pout when she said that, now thinking the same thing as William. “Boy, you both pout like two year olds! I didn’t say I loved Spike, though I obviously revealed I do love him... but I didn’t say I didn’t love you and I definitely didn’t say who WON!”

“You mind clarifyin’ that, pet?” Spike walked over to join them, ignoring the dig about him pouting.

“Can we... like go inside first, please?” She shifted uneasily. “You know, sit somewhere comfortable for what might be a long talk? Not to mention, the whole airing our laundry in front of the neighborhood isn’t my thing and makes this a bit harder.”

“Of course.”

They followed her into the house, glancing around to note it looked a lot nicer inside than it did outside. Spike shied away from areas which held particularly bad memories for him and hoped the room Buffy had selected wasn’t the same one that Angel had used when he reminded Spike that Dru was still daddy’s little girl. The same one where he saw fit to re-establish dominance over an already crippled Spike.

He mentally snorted. Oh yes, he was such a big badass because he could overpower a guy in a wheelchair! Didn’t make the memories any more pleasant, though.

Buffy paused in the upstairs hallway and looked back towards Spike, obviously sensing his increased discomfort as they walked through the house. She had hoped she would be able to help calm him down, and maybe still could after they sorted all this out. But, if he was going to flip out maybe it would be best to just let this idea go and try to look for another place for them to stay. For now, she made a motion to Spike to let him choose what room they should go into, hoping to avoid taking him into the wrong room.

He nodded towards a small room at the end of the hall. He had never been in it, so he hoped it was a bedroom and glanced inside happy to see it was. There was only one chair and a moderately sized bed. It would work.

The slayer walked into the room when Spike moved aside in a gentlemanly gesture of ‘ladies first’ and saw the only chair. She briefly considered taking it, but halfway over to it realized it might give an air of standing off from the two vampires. Okay, then that just left the bed. As if this wasn’t an odd enough situation. She went and sat at the head of the bed, leaning back against the headboard to get comfortable.

Spike sat beside her at the head of the bed while William took an uneasy seat at the foot. She looked between them, unsure of how she was going to work this out and hoping for once in her life they wouldn’t make this anymore difficult than it had to be.

“Okay,” she said more for herself as she took a deep breath. “We knew this was coming eventually, but as always things didn’t turn out like we intended. I didn’t intend to fall for another vampire, especially a soulless one. But I did and for two. Not to mention, this was supposed to be some sort of bet between you two to see who got the right to date me or something. But, it apparently turned into more.”

She shook her head. “And this mess is partly my own fault. I should have stopped this when I found out about the bet, knowing that feelings would start building and make things complicated. But, I guess the slayer side of me was still in denial that some ‘soulless vampire things’ could actually have feelings, let alone realize that I was taking advantage of them to get treated like a spoiled brat. We’ve already been through this, though, me telling you how sorry I am that I treated you like my personal slaves. What I did not do was tell you I shouldn’t have even let the bet go on in the first place or that maybe feelings were starting to be reciprocated. Heck, I was still in denial about that anyway.”

“An’ we already told you there was no need t’ feel that way. We did those things because we wanted t’,” Spike said softly as he looked up into her eyes, hope building there to push away the uneasiness of the setting.

“And I already told you, that was no reason for me to treat you like my slave boys!” She frowned at Spike sternly. “There’s a big difference between letting your boyfriend do sweet things for you and having two guys try to one up each other for your affections! Maybe it’s not that clear when you don’t have a soul, but mine tells me it’s wrong!”

“Low blow, Slayer.”

“I’m sorry,” she grumbled then let out an exasperated breath. “But I’m trying to apologize and you’re being annoying!” She stamped her foot on the bed petulantly.

“Right. I’m a bad, rude man.”

She rolled her eyes at that then glanced towards William to see how he was doing, giving him a slight smile before continuing. “So to catch up, I took advantage of the bet and underestimated your feelings. I tried to make-up for it with this mansion, but that in no way means I think that this makes up for it. And obviously, I have developed my own feelings unexpectedly. I shouldn’t be surprised that they were heading there after Willow hinted me in the direction of my epiphany that I was being horrible to you two.” She put her hands to her head then looked up towards William again. “And it’s not Spike who won,” she glanced at Spike, “and it isn’t William.” She sighed, “I think I won.”

All three looked a bit surprised at the words, the two vampires afraid to believe what the implication of that was. Buffy was still in shock herself over what she was telling them.

“Please, I know how guys are and especially with you both being vampires, so yeah... majorly territorial... but please don’t make me choose between you. I don’t think I can... and it makes sense in a way since technically you’re the same guy.” She chewed her lip, worry lines creasing her forehead heavily.

William recognized that he wasn’t the only one feeling vulnerable in this situation and moved up the bed towards the other two. He pulled Buffy into his lap and stroked her hair as he tucked her head under his chin.

“I’ve got no problem sharin’ you if he doesn’,” he told her tenderly. “It is by far better than not havin’ you at all.”

He lifted his gaze to meet Spike’s eyes, waiting to see what the other vampire had to say about this. Both were relieved when they felt his arms come around them, joining in the embrace.

“I agree. You’re the first woman t’ treat me like I wasn’ beneath them an’ sharin’ you is well worth it.”

“But, I did!” She looked up at him, eyes watering.

“An’ you realized it an’ apologized, more than the others ever did. Then you set about makin’ up for it, yeah?” He brushed his lips against her temple.

She pouted. “You both act like I’m some gift from god. Well I’m not you know! I think I snore and my feet stink and I don’t always brush my teeth after every meal!”

“Well, we drink blood an’ smoke an’ swear. Your point?” William laughed at the cute little way her nose scrunched up when she pouted. “To us, you are a gift.”

“Oh shuddup,” she grumbled and poked out her bottom lip further.

Spike affected a stern face. “Are you tellin’ us t’ shut up when we’re lavishin’ praise on you?”

William exchanged a look with his double. “I think she deserves t’ be punished.”

“Definitely.” He looked down at Buffy and started to pull her out of William’s lap while said vampire slid off the bed. “Right then. You want t’ make up t’ us for usin’ us like you think you did? An’ for bein’ rude just now, you have t’ be punished for that, too.”

She turned her head when she heard ripping, seeing William tearing strips from an old sheet he found in the chest at the end of the bed. She opened her mouth to ask what exactly they were planning on doing to her but Spike turned her back around, covering her mouth with his before she could utter more than a surprised squeak.

His tongue slipped into her mouth to caress her own, distracting her while he laid her back and started maneuvering her arms up over her head. He pinned her wrists in one of his hands while the one slid under her shirt to cup one of her breasts and tease the nipple through her bra with the pad of his thumb. Sadly, she also barely registered when William returned to the bed to bind her wrists to the headboard with the strips of cloth he had made.

When Spike lifted his head to grin down at her, she finally realized what they had so sneakily done to her and tugged half-heartedly.

“What’re you doing?” She looked from one to the other.

“Givin’ you your punishment, pet,” Spike explained, running his tongue along his teeth as he got up to remove his clothing. William was getting undressed eagerly as well. “You didn’ expect us t’ just take you across our knees, did you?”

“Should I be worried?” she asked coyly, watching them from under her lashes. Oh god, what a view! My own two naked Spikes. What twisted lottery did I win?

“Not unless you have a problem bein’ at the mercy of two sexy vampires,” William replied smoothly as he knelt on the edge of the bed and bent over her to tear open her shirt.

“Well any other two sexy vampires... maybe I would be.” She grinned up at them, unable to help a slight blush at seeing both their gazes locked on her bare chest. She watched William tug away the remains of her shirt and toss it into the corner, better than focusing on her slight embarrassment. She wasn’t the most experienced with this... only Angel. But there was no way she was going to admit that to them and ruin the mood. So instead, she did her usually quipping. “Slayers are supposed to be more careful about letting vampires get them into such a vulnerable position. But then I never was that good a slayer, huh? Dating vampires and not being a slave to the Watcher’s Council.”

“Buffy, you are the best slayer I have ever come across,” Spike told her softly. He was settled between her legs, resting his hands on her hips where he had been about to remove her jeans. “I see the fact that you didn’ let those wankers control you an’ that you know that not ALL vampires an’ demons are evil as a big plus in my book. Sure that goes double for William there.”

Her blush blazed brighter under the praise. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Don’ go spreadin’ that around or you’ll ruin my reputation,” William teased.

His fingers danced along her arms, down to her sides then brought his palms up to cup her breasts. He bent over her to capture one rosy nipple in his mouth to suckle at it while his hand squeezed the other one in rhythm with the strokes of his tongue. Her back arched off the bed and made it easier for Spike to slide her jeans off finally, tossing them aside and turning back to her toned legs.

“Mmm, someone forgot her knickers... Now I know you mum taught you better than this, Slayer.” He sucked in his cheeks to leer at her as he traced her swollen lips with a long finger before dipping it into her hot sheath. “What a hot sight, my little slayer bound an’ at our mercy. Hot quim swallowin’ my fingers an’ getting’ so wet for me.”

“Mmm, must see for myself,” William said, licking his lips. He began kissing a path across her belly to the thigh closest to him. “I bet you have the sweetest tastin’ juices, pet.”

Spike smirked and lifted his hand to offer his fingers to William for a sample. William arched a brow before dipped his head to lick the juices from the offered finger, giving a little purr of approval.

“Bloody delicious,” he sighed.

Buffy watched them with what must have been disgusted fascination then looked to Spike as he drew his fingers into his own mouth to have a taste as well. A purr rumbled through his chest and he dipped his head to drink from the source, tongue stroking her sex and causing her head to toss back. When it slipped into her hot channel she lifted her hips trying to press herself closer to that talented mouth.

Meanwhile, William’s tongue was laving a trail back up between her breasts to her exposed throat. He pressed kisses to the tender skin before biting down with his blunt teeth to earn a cry of pleasurable pain as her first orgasm rushed through her.

“Like that, kitten?” he asked and curled his tongue behind his teeth, bend over her. “Want more of that?”

She licked her lips then arched a brow. “Only if I get to bite you in return.”

“Oh, pet, wouldn’ think of anything less.” He pressed heated kisses to her neck and scraped his teeth over her pulse.

“Well, you need to untie me so I can do some biting,” she said with her best pout to get her way.

“Nice try, but it can wait ‘til just the right time,” he replied before capturing her mouth in a kiss with bruising force. He moved to straddle her waist, thrusting against her stomach while their tongues dueled.

Spike lifted his head. “Oi! Get your pasty ass out of my face!”

“Kiss my ass.”

Spike leaned forward and laid a quick kiss on his doppelganger’s backside then gave him a hard swat. “Now move it.”

Buffy’s eyes were as wide as William’s before she burst out laughing. “Do you two want a room?”

“No problem, mate, I’m movin’ my ass,” William muttered as he slid up her body to position his bobbing erection in front of her face. “She needs somethin’ t’ keep her quiet, yeah? You want t’ taste this, yeah, kitten?”

He gripped the headboard to anchor himself as her pink little tongue darted out to give him an experimental lick, catching the drop of pre-cum that oozed out. He moaned and arched his hips forward needily. Her eyes rolled up to look at him as she took him into her mouth, knowing that’s what he wanted. She hadn’t done it before, but she was more than willing to try right then. She had... read up on some things, prepared for things to head in this direction if things went well after she gave them her surprise. Still, it wasn’t like she was able to practice the things she read, so she just had to give it a try and hoped she didn’t embarrass herself.

She was just starting to take William’s cock into her throat using the technique she had read about when she choked as she felt Spike bite down on her inner thigh. William paused with his hand in her hair, barely suppressing a groan at the sensation it had caused. He looked back to catch Spike giving him a guilty smirk and arched a brow, giving him a growl before turning back to Buffy.

“Don’ make me come back there, mate,” William taunted.

Spike snorted and sat up, scooting forward to settle himself between her legs ready to bury himself in her tight quim. She was moaning around William’s cock as she felt herself being filled, the vibrations heightening William’s pleasure. His finger’s buried in her hair as he couldn’t help but begin thrusting gently.

“Slayer, you don’ know how hot you look right now... filled so full by us both,” Spike groaned as he thrust into her hot pussy. “So hot... won’ ever get enough of it... of you... never goin’ t’ let you out of our bed.”

“Should feel her mouth... god, her tongue,” William said next. “About t’... oh luv, get ready for me...”

He held her head firmly against him after one last thrust before his seed was jetting down her throat. She looked up at him, proud to have put that look of sheer pleasure on the face of one of her vampires. When he pulled out of her mouth, she gave his cock one last lick. For now.

William smiled down at her and trailed a hand over her cheek before reaching up to release her arms. Immediately he grasped her wrists to keep them above her head, sliding down a bit so he could whisper in her ear.

“I am only lettin’ you free so I can get you int’ the position I want, but if you try t’ take control I will bind them again behind your back,” he lifted his head slightly to look into her eyes thoughtfully, “maybe I will anyway.”

“No, no...” she moaned and went slack in his hands, trying to concentrate on his words while Spike still thrust into her without interruption. “I want to touch. Please.”

He made a sigh like he was being so gracious giving into her request then grinned at her, a flash of white teeth before sliding off her onto the bed. Spike finally paused his thrusting while William lifted Buffy to a sitting position, Spike’s hands sliding over the globes of her ass to hold her tight against him. She smiled up at him then kissed him hard, fingers sliding up over his hair to release the curls from the gel. William slid in behind her, pressing nibbling kisses along her shoulder.

Vampire stamina was a wonderful thing as William was quickly hard again, thrusting against her back as he sandwiched her against Spike. She felt it and looked back at him with wide eyes, surprised to see he was ready to go again already. Dating vampires might not be that bad a thing, especially two of the hot and non-broody variety. Two that seemed so devoted to her even without the soul that they all thought was so important.

“I don’ fancy includin’ my stakin’ in the fun, so I’ll ask first,” William began as he prodded her ass with the head of his cock. “Can I?”

“You want to-“ She blinked rapidly.

Spike kissed her neck then drew her earlobe in his mouth. “Just give it a try. If you hate it, neither of us will ever ask again.”

“B-b-but...”

Spike grinned and figured to distract her, quickly dipping his head to capture her breast in his mouth while picking up a hard pace of thrusts into her. She groaned and closed her eyes, fingers digging into his shoulders. The strange request was already forgotten in the midst of all the pleasure.

Spike’s hands went behind her again, massaging her ass in time with his thrusts. Then one of his hands went to William’s erection to stroke it while giving his double a look over Buffy’s shoulder so that he understood Spike was helping him get what he wanted so they were all happy. Soon he was guiding William into Buffy while making sure she was happily distracted anyway he could. Still, he felt her tense slightly for a few moments as she got used to the sensation.

But soon enough, she was bouncing between them again with renewed vigor. All three of them were moaning in chorus, clutching at each other blindly as each sought their release.

Buffy never felt so full. It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be once she had adjusted. Funny, that phrase seemed to apply to a lot of sexual things. One hand clawed at Spike’s back while the other slid behind her to clutch William’s thigh, her nails digging in as she felt herself reaching her peak.

“Oh ohhhh... so good... so close...” she gasped between moans.

The vampires lifted their heads, exchanging a look as they seemed to converse without words. Then just as a scream was bubbling up Buffy’s throat to herald her oncoming orgasm they both shifted into their demon guise before striking to bury their fangs in opposite sides of her neck. Her back arched and she bucked wildly under the added pleasure, the orgasm drawn out as they drank her blood.

“Mine!” they growled in unison before grunting their own release.

All three fell into a boneless tangle of limbs, panting in exhausted ecstasy.

“That was bloody amazin’, pet,” Spike managed to finally get out, kissing the shoulder in front of his face.

Her hand finally came up to touch one of the bite marks. “You... you...”

William rose up on his elbow to look at her. “I know we didn’ ask first, but there’s no one else for either of us. There’s no better life we can imagine for the rest of our existence than t’ all be together, takin’ care of each other an’ drivin’ each other stark nutters.”

“Just think,” Spike continued, running his fingers through her hair, “nights like tonight an’ better, as much as you can handle, for eternity. You’ll have your two vampires takin’ care of you an’ yes, you can take care of us, too.” He anticipated her objection before she made it.

“Though, is it so bad t’ have your mates takin’ care of your every need?” William gave her a leer and let his hand trail over her thigh.

“And you guys don’t mind having a ready supply of Slayer blood or kinky sex. Not you two.” She gave them an arched brow.

“Oh, that’s definitely a perk,” Spike purred into her ear before nuzzling her neck.

William was nuzzling at her belly, curling an arm around her waist. She gave a soft groan then looked at both naked vampires, rolling her eyes.

“Good god, AGAIN?!” she exclaimed.



La Fin.