Chapter 5


William was panting slightly as he tried to control the urge to drag her back to him, despite knowing that pleasure was definitely off the menu with their unexpected guest trying to make it a threesome. And Spike? Well, Spike was staring at Buffy as if she were the perfect dish of ice cream, in every flavour, with sticky blood syrup and a sugared wafer stuck rakishly at one side.

The delicious pudding in question had gone beet red in embarrassment and was struggling to join the edges of her blouse together. Her dramatically heaving bosom was making it difficult to find the buttons and refasten them. Not deterred, the demon slid agile fingers between her legs, cupping the part of her that was still tingling from William’s recent attentions.

Buffy slapped him, eyes wide.

William winced as he adjusted his own clothing and sat up, understanding why Buffy would react like that but feeling a twinge of sympathy for the being that would never be accepted, the being that was a part of him.

The girly slap hardly registered but the meaning behind it was plain. Don’t touch, don’t ever touch, and the demon that had given up everything to be hers merely closed his eyes and forced a slow smirk to appear.

“So, still beneath you, am I?” And with that he stood up and strode to the door. Picking up a canvas shopping bag he returned and dropped it none too gently in her lap, a flood of coke cans, muffins in cellophane wrappers, bars of chocolate and salted peanuts spilled out. Without another word Spike turned back towards the door.

Standing quickly and grabbing his arm before he could march back out, Buffy babbled, “Spike, I’m sorry, really sorry. You surprised me, that’s all, and I overreacted a bit. Please don’t go, and thanks, thank you for the food, and for saving our skins with Angelus. Thank you for finding us.”

He looked into her eyes for a long moment then raised his hands to do up the last little button on her silly scrap of a shirt. Noting that she was holding completely still he smiled a little ruefully. “Would never hurt you, Buffy… mustn’t hurt the girl.” He looked so sad. She felt like the biggest bitch on the planet.

Backing away he reached the enormous desk and lightly hopped onto it, lying on his back as if on a familiar sarcophagus back in a snug crypt. He raised his hands to overlap on his chest and closed his eyes. The pose and the severe lines of his face reminded Buffy of the marble knights resting for eternity in corners of Westminster Abbey back in London. Warriors of stone, like Spike. Yet Spike was only dead in the literal sense and she had just wounded him, she just didn’t know how deeply.

With a sigh she rejoined William, grabbing a much needed diet coke and tucking herself by his side. He put an arm around her but didn’t make any other moves. She was aware of William’s need to comfort, tempered perhaps with just a little disappointment in her. She was mentally kicking herself. So much for showing that I accept them both with no hesitation.

While the concept of loving the man and the demon was fine when they were both in the one body, it was a bit harder when they were two separate beings. And she had to admit that the unadulterated demon was a little scary. Being with one physical Spike would be so much easier. I'll make things right tomorrow, I promise. With her brain awash with naughty thoughts involving all three of them and a can of whipped cream, Buffy finally dozed off.

***

Someone else was in the room. A whisper of sensation brushed over Buffy as she lay with William at her back. Forcing herself to wake she focused on the figure moving stealthily across the room. It was her, padding towards Buffy on dirty bare feet. The Slayer who wore Buffy’s skin and face was not wearing much else. A bloody ring of demon scalps skirted her hips, held in place by a thin leather belt. Trophies. The only other covering crude stripes and patterns running over her body, drawn in smears of lipstick and eye-makeup. Her hair a mix of tangles and dreadlocks studded with cheap hair clips, a glittering bird here, a piece of dream-catcher there, a little green plastic frog with swirling eyes peeping over one ear.

The Slayer smiled, little sharp teeth bared in greeting. With a swirl of her gruesome new outfit she ran over to where Spike lay asleep. Gripping one of his ankles, she violently tugged him off the desk. The demon roared as he smacked the floor, hard. Without pause the Slayer dropped on top of him, her knees on either side of his waist, one forearm pressing down on his throat as the other hand pressed against his chest clutching a stake. Blinking in astonishment Spike recognized his attacker and gave a huge grin, just before jerking her down into a fierce head butt.

Smacking the stake away with one fist he backhanded the slightly stunned female with the other before rolling her underneath his body. The Slayer shrieked as he tried to dominate her, writhing and arching to get free. He just laughed as she raked him with her nails.

“Oh, I just love a bit of foreplay, pet.”

The Slayer had now twisted onto her stomach and was desperately trying to reach for the weapon, but he had her. Yanking her up by the waist Spike kneed her legs apart and pressed her head down to the floor with one strong hand while the other fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. Brushing away the bits of fur and feathers covering her delectable arse he roughly pushed two fingers into her quim, jagged little thrusts, twisting slightly on each push up inside her. She was soaking wet. She was also hissing at him in displeasure, while all the while moving in time to his touches. Leaning right over her back he removed his fingers and pressed at her entrance with his now released and very eager cock. Then he stopped.

With a small moan of defeat the Slayer deliberately pushed back against him till he was all the way in. Growls of lust filled the room as Spike withdrew a little before slamming back into her flesh. Her thighs parted further as they found a rhythm and he staked the Slayer. His Slayer. He pushed in as far as he could go and leaned over her back to grip the back of her neck with his fangs, not piercing just holding her in place. They undulated in their mating dance, shadow puppets copying their movements on the walls. With a shriek the Slayer came, Spike following her over the edge moments later.

Without pausing for breath they separated. Spike rolled onto his back and the Slayer wasted no time in straddling him. Ripping his T-shirt, she nipped at his chest and neck until his erection was again stiff and proud. Like the carved figurehead of a ship she arched her body back and sank down, taking him all the way inside her.

Spike smiled up at his beautiful savage, a smile full of joy. She grinned back, right before striking at his neck with her teeth. A howl of triumph erupted from Spike and he sank his fangs into her neck as she sucked on his. They jerked wildly as another orgasm took them both.

“Mine!”

A feral little grunt of agreement that could only mean “Yours” filled the otherwise silent room.

***

William and Buffy were sitting bolt upright, not once able to take their eyes off the couple on the floor, now lying unconscious in a possessive knot of arms and legs.

‘Oh shit, shit, shit! They claimed each other. Buffy’s going to kill me, slowly. Wait, Slayer did it first! I’m the injured party here, except I’m not. She’s mine! The Slayer claimed us!’

He waited for the explosion from the blonde by his side.

Buffy tried to squash a surge of jealousy. ‘That skanky Slayer has just had sex with my demon! Terrific sex, and with my body…which she is showing entirely too much of!’ She blithely ignored the fact that she’d rejected said demon scant hours before. Shades of Faith wearing a Buffy suit paraded across her mind. She wanted to cry. She wanted to reclaim what was hers.

The fragile girl took a deep breath then looked at William. The Slayer obviously hadn't heard her internal no sex yet speech - or if she had then she was totally ignoring it. She'd had no moral difficulties whatsoever in laying claim to the demon half of Spike. Buffy acted on instinct - she must do the same before that uninhibited ho-bag turned her eyes towards William. Standing, she slowly removed every stitch of clothing and stepped between the splayed legs of her stunned lover. Gripping his face on either side she tilted his head and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Mine!”

All his Christmases had come at once and with a whoop of delight William tumbled backwards, his girl gripped tightly to his heart.

“Yours, Buffy. Always yours.”

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